[lost.for.words] cricketsong*

[Doujka]

Name;
Cricketsong

Gender;
Tom

Age;
24 moons

Clan;
RockClan

Rank;
Warrior

Description;
Though his muscular build and agile frame may throw you off, this tom is one to have the others turn and give him a second look. His coat is a dense creamy color, with bits of brown and black thrown in. His ears are large, eable to take in the sounds of the forest, better then most of the cats that he had known. Cricket's eyes are a unique green, aside from the boring amber that cats mainly have. His coat is short and feathery, feeling as if it is as bird's downy fluff when they are first born. It's soft to the touch, yet hard at the same time, depending on how far you put your hand. Yes, that is correct. Due to the many battles, skirmishes, and wars he has gotten in; his coat is embedded with scars of every form. They fall on his face, his legs, his body, everywhere. His hind left leg is lame, meaning it is unusable. Or, as some would say, it's his dead leg.

Personality;
Normally one to back talk others, Cricketsong is not a cat you wish to anger. He will be fine around those he trusts, but those he does not, you better beware. When in fights, he will fight until his enemies retreat, or until he dies.
Aside from that, he doesn't respect authority as much as he should. He's a good fighter and hunter, despite his dead leg, so he listens to orders. But he's spiteful at times, sassy, and likes to back talk the Leader or Deputy. Or, for that matter, anyone in a higher position than him. Don't make him mad. That's my only warning.

History;
History Friends are not ones to trust in this world. So, if you really must know, befriend him. Let him trust you. He'll tell you when he's ready. If he ever will be.

Kin;
Unknown

Mate;
None

Crush;
None

Kits;
None

Role Play Example;
Tan paws shifted the dirt in the crystal-studded cave, revealing the remains of what seemed like a collar. A single morphing tear collected in the tear ducts of the thin tom, the thinning cloth reminding him of his past. Dew-covered fur shifted with each step, a slight dip in the gait, from a permenant limp that the Warrior had attained. Cricketsong, or as this tom was called, was a burly set cat, but his build sometimes mistook him as a well-fed kittypet. Sniffing, the cat shook his head, his large leaf-hued eyes blinking away the salty liquid that blurred his vision.

A whip-like tail swayed behind him, the tip sweeping at the leaves and other debris that the wind had carried into the secluded cavern. Many cats attempted to make their way into this hidden cave, but very few had succeded on their quest. Ears flicked forward, taking in the trickle of the waterfall that had been carefully placed near the mouth of the crystal caverns. With a twitch of the whiskers, the Hunter could sense another cats' presence. "Reveal yourself," came the spat from deep within his throat, eyes blazing with rage.

Very few dared follow him, knowing that he was mild-tempered, and could end a cats' life with two swipes from his paws. Of course, this was just a tall-tale, trying to keep cats far away from his as possible. Reclining onto his hind haunches, the light brown cat sighed once more, before closing his eyes, and mewing the melodic tune that his former owner once sang. The notes drifted from his maw, the sweet noise echoing off the walls. It was a sweet sound, but it was rarely known by the other creatures of the forest.

With a final mew, his maw shut, his eyes still closed. Tears slid down his furry cheeks, as the painful memories of fire and shouts melted into his mind. Trying to push them away, he yowled out for anyone, just anyone.

[Maeghan]

Accepted. (:
Pretty picture, by the way. I love the backwards 'c'.

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