{W o l f c l a n} - - Live among the wolves

Name:

Carnagesong.

Rank:

Warrior.

Age:

25 moons.

Gender:

Tomcat.

Personality:

When you think of this cat, do you think of horrid things, carnage everywhere? Oh, on the contrary he may seem like it but he's not. Because of what happened in his past, he has hardly any feelings for cats. He tends to not want emotions either, he thinks they are just a waste of time, and some find him to be very mysterious because of it. Not really liking to be around other cats, he is also considered a 'loner', some one who likes to be by themselves a lot. And if you are ever around him, he'll probably in thought, mainly because he is always thinking and trying to analyze situations to find answers and resolutions to problems. More often than not, he is always in thought and never the type to mingle and chat, but that's what you expect from a mysterious cat like him, right?

Appearance:

Oh, my dearest Carnagesong, he may look intimidating, but he's not. In fact, his body structure is just right. Not too bulky and not too skinny. Now, onto more detail. His head, for instance, is very fluffy and almost diamond-shaped. He has very high cheekbones that when the fur reaches to them, are very thick and fluffy. At the very top of his head are tall and skinny ears, both ears have many nicks in them and have thick fluffy ear fur within them. At the center of his forehead, which is completely flat, the fur parts in half, going to the left and right on their own. And you know how cats have whiskers just above his eyes? Well, he doesn't have any. Speaking of his eyes, which are narrowed at the outer corners and widen the closer you get to the center, are of a bright gold sea of sorrow all the time. His nose is a little fat and big and at the end it's color is of pitch black night. His muzzle, now you ask? It's strangely broad for him with long white whiskers kinked in all directions on both sides of his muzzle. He has a thick-muscled neck that leads to a skinny body and long legs like spider legs. And at he end of all his paws are somewhat large paws; on his front paws are extremely sharp and long claws, which when sheathed still poke out of them. His tail, is thin and lanky, scars at the base and tip cover it. And his pelt coloring? It's a darker-than-sandy brown color.

History:

You see, Carnagesong wasn't born with a happy-go-lucky life. No, not at all. As a kit his parents had never loved him, even though they wanted a kit of their own; apparently for all the wrong reasons. They'd abuse him and often torment him, sometimes never feeding him. Though he was born into the Clan, none of the cats seemingly liked him but one; Wishfulthoughts. They'd play together often as kits and when they grew older, Carnagesong had fallen in love with her, only for it to be crushed. How, you ask. Wishfulthoughts was murdered by a stray cat that had rabies and had gone mad. After the love of his life died, that's what made Carnagesong become slightly insane, for he had lost all feelings to life.

Picture (Optional):

Mate:

None at the moment.

OOC; Hm, yes, I was stalking this thread for a bit, debating whether or not to join.

OOC; Yes, I know, something about that picture just entranced me. Glad you liked him, I also have my own clan too, it one on my subaccount, it took a few days to make but I finished it. Heehee.

OOC; I'll make a fancypost for Carnage later.

Carangesong had appeared out of the warriors' den like every other day. His softly lit, dark-than-sandy brown pelt glowed gently in the sunlight. Quietly, as usual, he made his way to that little shadowy corner of his in camp. Oh how he loved that area. It was so peaceful, quiet and serene. Just what he wanted for when he was deep in thought. Carnagesong's gold eyes flickered over to the leader, Hawkstar. Whatever you do, don't send me on the patrol. That would be a disaster in your part. He settled down on his thick-pelted haunches and silently watched his Clan-mates mill about around him, only his gold eyes visible in his shaded area.