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Username:
✯cняσмιυмfιяєωσяк✯
Activity Level:
10/10
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Name:
Dysprosiumcomet
Gender:
Male
Age:
26 moons { 2 years, 2 months }
Rank Wanted:
Deputy
Rank:
Deputy, if not, Royal Guard
Appearance {Picture OR Detailed Description}:

Dysprosiumcomet is a massive silver tabby tom. He is quite big, because his father was not a domestic cat. He has very broad shoulders, and a broad face. His form is very well-muscled. Most definitely, Dysprosiumcomet is not big as in fat. He is sturdy and muscular. His muscles ripple beneath his pelt. His silver tabby pelt is very thick-furred. The tom is a longhair cat. With his size, you'd think he would have an average sized bushy tail. Really, he has a long, thick, bushy tail. His fur is always sleek, and never unkempt. His magnificent, shimmering, icy, aqua eyes glow in the sun. He looks like he is a starry spirit cat in the moonlight and sunlight. Though his fur is already a shimmering silver, in moonlight and sunlight, it looks like silver stars on his pelt. He has really big, sturdy paws, and is a very strong swimmer.
Personality {NO Meet Mes} {3+ Sentences}:
He is a powerful fighter, skilled hunter, and strong swimmer. He is very courageous, and selfless. Dysprosiumcomet always puts others safety, and needs before his, because the Clan always comes first. He's very mature, responsible and reasonable. Though he is not very mean and strict, he is firm, when necessary. He has a strong heart, and does what he believes is right, even though his Clan, and everyone else may not agree. Loyalty to his Clan, and nobleness to his Clan is also important to Dysprosiumcomet, and something he demonstrates. He's very social, and outgoing, and is never afraid to crack a joke. He's always honest, but not if it can hurt someone's feelings. He's ambitious, but not in a bad way. He is also very hardworking, and is very organized. He's clever, wise, and very intelligent. This tom is always the life of the party, and is always chatting when he's not sleeping. He loves kits, and hopes to have some of his own.
Crush/Mate/Kits:
Crush-Ebonystar
Mate-N/A
Kits-N/A
Kin-N/A
History {6+ Sentences}:
When Chromiumfirework was a kit, he would always get attention by the Clan, because they were so fond of him. His brother, Solarkit, always got jealous, and his father Flashstorm, thought he was worthless. Only Chromiumfirework's mother, Featherheart, never thought differently, compared to his father and brother. His father never did a whole lot, except never talk to him, or say something mean. One day, Solarkit got tired of Chromiumfirework getting attention. He entirely crossed the line. So that day, Solarkit planned what he would do. And this was it: Chromiumfirework, who was a kit at the time, left the camp for an "adventure". Solarkit had lied, and told him that he would wait for Chromiumfirework out there, and that it would better for the situation, if they went at different times. Chromiumfirework, having no idea of his brothers plan, met him where he promised. Solarkit jumped out of the bushes at Chromiumfirework, playfully tugging his fur. Chromiumfirework laughed, and playfully cuffed him over the ear. Chromiumfirework then was covered in his brothers scent. Suddenly, Solarkit and Chromiumfirework wrestled close to the river, like Solarkit had planned. Chromiumfirework noticed, because he got off his brother, and looked at the raging river. Solarkit grinned. "Good bye brother!" he had spoke. He jumped into the rapid river, and let himself get thrown against a sharp rock. Chromiumfirework sat by the river, eyes glazed with pure fear and horror. He figured that his brother was still alive, even though blood covered his pelt. Chromiumfirework fetched his body from the river, and brought it back to shore. Mourning once he knew Solarkit was dead, he just sat vigil. A patrol from his Clan spotted him, and they bolted right over to him. "Where have you been, Chromiumfirework?" a warrior demanded. They looked into the river, and saw Solarkit's body, stained with blood, and Chromiumfirework stained with his brother's blood. They turned back to Chromiumfirework. "You killed him!" a female said with bewilderment. "You killed Solarkit!" the horrified warriors escorted Chromiumfirework to camp, as well as carry Solarkit's body, and brought them back to camp. The Clan gossiped, and no longer talked to Chromiumfirework. They shot glares at him, and scowled. They all could smell Solarkit on his body, and see the blood, so they figured Chromiumfirework killed Solarkit. Throughout his younger days, he was thought of differently, until new wolves were born and no wolves ever spoke of it again. The truth was later figured out, when a nervous witness had stepped forward, explaining the truth. It was weird though, because the witness was a warrior whom had never liked Chromiumfirework. Ever since, he had been left alone, and was one of the most respected, honorable warriors of the Clan.

{ Change Chromiumfirework, to Dysprosiumcomet. Chromiumfirework and Dysprosiumcomet are my main charries I use, and I have them have the same history. I change the names in ever thread I do, and honestly I'll admit I'm sick of it, and I have a headache right now, so I'm not changing the name. }
RP Sample:
{ Random RP Sample from one of my other threads }
Chromiumfirework sat down in the clearing, as warriors and apprentices crowded around him. Rolling his eyes with mock irritation, he ordered patrols, and sent mentors and apprentices for battle training and hunting practice. Eventually, the Clan was busy, leaving Chromiumfirework in peace. He purred, glad to have this leisure. He laid himself down in a comfortable spot in the clearing. It was around sunhigh when he did so. The sun shot down in beams of the warming rays, right onto Chromiumfirework's pelt. His already shimmering silver pelt looked like silver stars on his fur. The silver warrior purred with delight, at the warmth he now felt. Gently, he groomed his pelt with long, rhythmic strokes of his tongue. Soon, his pelt glimmered more than before. His bright, icy eyes glowed, as they observed the camp. He loved his Clan. He loved being deputy. For a moment, he thought deputy seemed like a fun position. Most cats would dream of being leader, but a deputy is just as good. With a smile, the handsome, muscular, silver warrior fell into a deep sleep, blocking out all the sounds of his Clanmates around him.
Codeword:
The Fiercest
Other:
He lost his ability to scent, because one time there was a cruel, savage leader that harmed his nose. {See History} Due to the attack, he lost his entire ability to scent. Also, he has claw mark scars from his ear, down his whole cheek, and a scar over his eye. Some of his vision is a bit blurry in that one eye.

Thank you C: Hopefully I have a chance of deputy, but anything works for me. I'm easy going xD