Post by Soul on Mar 27, 2011 20:44:32 GMT -6
<---- CLOUDEDSOUL
Tom, 21 Moons
RANK: Warrior
ALLIANCE: Brookclan
APPEARANCE:
A short-haired white tom splashed with tan, brown, black; and has piercing blue eyes.
PERSONALITY:
Curiosity killed the cat is nearly true in this case. He normally lets his curiosity get the better of him. He has gotten in trouble many times over because of his curiosity. Although that isn’t his only problem, he is also paranoid. His parents have left him paranoid and self reliant. He doesn’t trust anyone but Blazeheart and Brokenfang, being as they grew up together, but also because they went through the same thing.
He does have some good attributes though. Like he keeps secrets, and guards them with his life. Also he is down to earth. He looks for the brighter side of everything rather than be the downer of the clan. He does get lost in his own thoughts, and more often than not his thoughts have something to do with how his parents acted. He questions their actions every day. With the wisdom of an elder, he likes to share little bits of information with anyone who is willing to listen.
Even though his personality is quite ‘cold’ to others he makes just as good of a warrior. It is hard for him to get around so being a warrior is hard on him. He can hardly hunt but he can manage to catch some prey. HIs fighting skills aren't the greatest but he has though of new moves that enable him to gain the upper hand in battle.
REASON FOR NAME:
His history haunts him and it 'clouds his soul' as they say. Its obvious that he has some problems with certain things and its because they remind him of something from his past. Also his white pelt looks a bit clouded.
FAMILY:
Foxheart~Mother~Deceased
Greyfoot~Father~Deceased
Blazeheart~Brother~Alive
Brokenfang~Sister~Alive
HISTORY:
As a kit, Cloudedkit, was a little ball of fur. Happy and playful just like any other kit should be. His curiosity always got the best of him though so the little kit was always in trouble. Brokenfang was always the one to try and get him to do the right thing. Once his curiosity got the better of him and he wandered out of camp. Brokenkit went out of her way to try to get him to not go, but he went anyways and got in big trouble. After disturbing a badger and nearly getting killed. All he got out of that was an injured shoulder that would never function correctly. That wasn't that bad seeing as Foxheart was a terrible mother. She had always hated kits, and was revolted knowing she had her own. Not caring for any of them when others weren't looking. Greyfoot was never really proud of his kits. He seemed to think there were always things they should have done better. The three kits had to rely on each other and no one else because if they dared to reach out to another clan member Foxheart would have done something drastic, like beat them. She had done it before, but not enough to where it was noticeable by other members of the clan. Foxheart was careful enough to cover her tracks.
His apprenticeship was just full of more scolding. He ended up being mentored by a warrior, Slugstep. Being trained as a warrior was hard for him. He couldn't move like normal cats copuld ad thiss brought his morale down even further. Whenever he could he went out and practiced his own made up moves on a tree or bush. This was the only time that he could be away from his terrible parents and the problems of the clan..Just getting away from their problems for a bit was nice. The only other cats he enjoyed being around was Brokenpaw and Blazepaw. They were the only two that understood his situation, because they had the same problem. They all enjoy each others company. Once during a battle Foxheart died. It had caused Greyfoot to become extremely depressed. He distanced himself from the clan, only to show up dead from what looked like drowning. No sign of struggle so it was assumed he caused it himself. No one stood vigil for him, because of his uncanny instinct to rant about everything not being as good as it could be. Cloudedpaw’s parents haunt his dreams and thoughts. He is stalked by the disappointed father and abusive mother. He always expects to turn around and see his mother about to swat his face; claws extended.
Now he is slowly getting used to not having his parents around. That doesn’t mean his troubles were over. While out hunting once Brokenfang was attacked by a rogue. Her wounds were bad. The rogue had shredded her belly and her eyes. She was left with scars on her belly, although she can’t see them. She had to be forced indo the elders den because of her blindness. Blazeheart was the one who found her fighting the rogue and he was able to kill the rogue. That incident only made Cloudedsoul even more paranoid. He looks over his shoulder a lot and keeps his ears pricked. He enjoys being a warrior, but it takes its toll on him.
RP EXAMPLE:
A noise could be heard throughout the forest. A slow methodic thump. The leaves of a small chervil plant shuddered as the earth trembled beneath it. A shape began to emerge from the brambles. Two piercing blue eyes stared at the little plant, before taking their full form, a cat. Delicately spotted from head to tail tip with tan to a darker brown, and ending in black on its snow white fur. The thumping had stopped until the cat slowly limped out of the shadows. Hobbling over, it delicately plucked the plant out of the ground with its teeth. Mouth watering at the sweet scent chervil gives off. A slight breeze ruffled its snow white fur. It was cool and refreshing. A sudden urgency flooded over the cat as it started to limp away back to the shadows as quickly as possible. It dodged thorns as it attempted to run through bushes to get to its destination. Finally, it stopped when it reached a clearing. The blue sky could be seen clearly. No plants lived inside the clearing, but many cats were there. A definite moaning could be heard from one side of the clearing in a little den. The spotted cat rushed toward the moaning. It quickly ran inside and tore the chervil roots from the rest of the plant. With one white paw, it pushed the roots to a fire pelted cat. It said, "Quit moaning, Blazeheart, and eat this. It will help soothe your bellyache in no time." ‘Thanks Cloudedsoul.’ Was all he could make out, as he made his way over to a storage area in the den. Pausing, only to allow his blue eyes to adjust to the light difference. He placed the rest of the plant in a small pile next to some borage leaves. One wall was lined with herbs from cobwebs to marigold and back. The mixture of the scents filled his nostrils with every breath. The den itself, was cool underneath his paws, always silently reminding him that he would never battle, and would forever be stuck healing instead. His ears rung with the silence that followed. Silence was always louder than the noisiest den.
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