Posts by Black Widow

Name/ Clement

Gender/ Male

Age/ 15 Moons

Alliance/ Project Felidae

Appearance/ Clement is a short-haired flame point. Faint tabby markings are present on his face, tail and feet. The most prominent evidence would be the classic "M" marking on his forehead. His eyes are a pale blue, his nose a deep, pink shade. He could be considered thinner than others his age, due to his poor eating habits. Even so, beneath the beautiful fur, there are traces of muscle, strength acquired through his vigorous lifestyle.

Personality/ Clement is above all, a sneaky, calculating type of character. He doesn't believe in right or wrong--in his eyes, true right and wrong does not exist, it depends on the one judging. Although he is not obsessed with the concept, he does like power but not to the point where he is willing to do anything for it. Something else Clement lacks is general kindness. He would never extend a paw to help another. In his cold view of the world, if you require help from another to survive, you are not fit to live. His hatred is for the world in general, everything he dislikes, the only exception being beautiful objects or cats. However, his 'like' for beauty is not the typical admiration, instead, Clement actually hates beauty, but finds a twisted pleasure in thinking of ways to corrupt the beauty and innocence.

History/ Clement was born to a Arianne and Anthony. Arianne was part Siamese while Clement's father was a typical black-furred tom. Initially, he lived a good life. However, when he was two moons, unable to comprehend clearly, his mother flew into a rage and left his father. She dragged him along with her, travelling the streets of a small suburb. Eventually, when he was four moons, his mother made the decision to abandon him for she believed he was a waste of her time and effort--that he would be too much trouble to care for.

It was then that Clement gained the view that the world was unfair, cold that if he was to continue living in it, he would too, would have to be cold and uncaring. He had to be selfish. He stripped himself of any inborn moral values. As he wandered, weak and hungry, he was fortunate enough to be picked up by a kind twoleg family.

Eventually though, they were no longer able to care for him and sent him to the ranch. He has lived there for the rest of his life. Although he did have the occasional fight with another cat, his life on the ranch has been peaceful enough, although the talk of a leader fascinated him to no end.

Notes/ Adoption Thread!

Name/ Georgie

Gender/ Male

Age/ 36 Moons

Alliance/ X

Rank/ Loner

Baby Photo!/ Slender and lean-muscled with a pelt of silver and black and handsome olive eyes would be Georgie. He also wears a dark blue, almost navy collar.

Personality/ Georgie is new to this "kind of living" and he constantly watches his back. He learned this soon when he stepped out of his yard and into the neighbor's (he was attacked by the neighbor's dog). He has been a loner for the last year, and calls himself one. You wouldn't even know he was a kitty-pet by the way he struts, jumps, and eats--unless he tells you, that is.

History/ Georgie was a kitty-pet once, but he ran away knowing he was destined to do more. Maybe it was a feeling, or maybe something pushed him over the edge. Whatever way you look at it, he is no longer a kittypet, but a respectful loner.

Notes/ Adoption Thread!

Name/ Havenpaw

Gender/ Male

Age/ 14 Moons

Alliance/ Sunclan

Rank/ Apprentice

Appearance/ Pelt of medium-length, kitten-soft; composed of various shades of brown. White and black tabby pattern. White mouth, chest, underbelly. Right shoulder also white. White inverted V. Pink nose. Almond-shaped hazel eyes. Incredibly small and compact. Lithe.

Personality/ Spunky. Think New York newsboy.

History/ Clan-born; Sunclan.

Notes/ Adoption Thread!

Name/ Hawkstorm

Gender/ Male

Age/ 20 Moons

Alliance/ Riverclan

Rank/ Warrior

Appearance/ In short, he is a long-haired white Ragdoll--a large tom, less bulky and heavy, more slender with lean muscle. Scars decorate his shoulders and back, and cover the right side of his neck and face. His right ear has a small triangular incision at the tip, so thin and precise to almost be surgically made. It is, in fact, the impression of one of Miniplax's claws, which completely tore off the skin from his ear. So now he bears the mark of Miniplax's body.

There is also a clean, slightly jagged scar that starts from above the right side of his mouth, through his lips, and ends at the middle of his chin. His handsome face is still quite intact, and his long fur hides most of the scars, but the ear and the mouth are concealed, and he wears them with distinct pride.

Personality/ He is a complete gentleman, kindly, sweet, quickly made submissive, but a passionate, fierce side of him dwells within him in shadow, and can just as easily be brought out. He is incredibly loyal, and will stand by the side of his friends no matter what face adversity takes, but his will to survive is much stronger than any half-sprung ties, and he will desert if that means living a little while longer. He forms attachments easily, but often they are lukewarm. When he finds an affinity for someone or something, he will carry that through to the end, until he either dies or tires of it. More than not, his will to survive is his strongest drive, but evoked passion tends to override any desire to escape death, no matter how horrid it may be.

History/ Hawkstorm was clanborn, raised in the nursery, eventually given apprenticeship, and then promoted to warriorhood. Much of his life is uneventful, incredibly boring, and I wouldn't want to make you read all of the mundane events of his life so far. Okay, well, not so far. To be more specific, his life was a total bore-fest until one fateful snowy day, when he met a pretty little she-cat named Seamist. She was absolutely beautiful, but exactly how beautiful, he would not fully come to realize until she was taken from him. Anyway, they didn't hit it off well at all at first. She ended up beating him. Okay, not really beating him, but she would be mean to him and throw insults and snide comments at him. Nevertheless, Hawkstorm is a kindly old tom, the last of the gentleman race, and he took all of her spit and fire with the utmost grace. Whether Seamist knew it or not, Hawkstorm grew on her, literally, like a leech, because he refused to leave her alone. Truthfully, it was pity and sympathy that had drawn him to her in the first, and they had only spent a day of actually getting to know each other when all of their future potential was snapped and thrown into a fire.

It was when he and Seamist joined Winterclan's ranks to battle against the Elite and the Tribe. A sore mistake. Seamist, being so tiny, was no match for the wildcats, and was torn apart within minutes. Hawkstorm managed to carry her body away to a little green-tressed hill, but he returned to battle soon after and ended up fighting two cats: Flame and Miniplax. Miniplax overcame him, but left him for dead when he/she realized that Hawkstorm was nothing more than crowfood now. So he was left to wander Winterclan camp, and met Blakr, who extended to him an invitation to join the Elite. But Hawkstorm, knowing that Seamist was waiting for him, refused him. Later he collapsed somewhere outside of the camp, where on an odd stroke of luck, Aislinn, a loner with a definite knowledge of herbs, found him dying and took pity on him. And now he lies in the jaws of death.

Notes/ X

Name/ Lars

Gender/ Male

Age/ 0 Moons

Alliance/ X

Rank/ X

Appearance/ Black-and-brown tabby. Accents of white and lighter brown. Green-and-brown kaleidoscope eyes. Fluffy triangular ears that are held perpetually erect and are either fully animated or poised in suspense. Long and handsome white whiskers. Pert rust-colored nose.

Personality/ He is boyishly shy and kindly, a real gentle soul. But he easily gets agitated or nervous and can be quite skittish. He is also heavily dependent on whomever serves as his eyes, most likely a sibling.

History/ Born to loners Spider and Wish.

Notes/ He is blind, hence his other senses have developed above the normal quota in order to compensate for the loss of sight.

Name/ Leviathan

Gender/ Male

Age/ 30 Moons

Alliance/ X

Rank/ Rogue

Appearance/ He has a thick white pelt with brown markings, jet tufts that sprout from the tip of the ear, and large almond-shaped eyes the color of the desert savannah.

Personality/ He is a determined and often grim character.

History/ His mother was a maine coon. His father was a bobcat. Both raised and nurtured him, and then released him into the wild when he matured into an adult.

Notes/ He is a bobcat hybrid.

Name/ Lightkit

Gender/ Male

Age/3 Moons

Alliance/ Snowclan

Rank/ Kit

Appearance/ Blue-and-white tabby with amber eyes.

Personality/ Ferocious and defiant, Lightkit will always strive to make himself as unmanageable as possible.

History/ Family Tree!

Notes/ Adoption Thread!

Name/ Primrose

Age/ 18 Moons

Gender/ Female

Alliance/ Thunderclan

Rank/ Warrior

Baby Photo!/ She is a tabby: her coat is short and thick but soft to the touch, and the pale orange hue of her pelt and skin is diluted by higher strikes of a red-gold. Her legs are long and fine, and her figure is slender and shapely; her head is small and triangular, and her ears are always angled stiffly forwards, as if she is straining to hear something in the distance. She has a sway to her walk: that incline of the hips with that seductive swish of the tail that teases, "Come, and take me," but her big brown doe eyes perpetually point earthwards in a demure expression of virginal innocence. Glowing in her cheeks is a particularly becoming rose blush, and the way her black lips twist in a smile, with the slight glimmer of teeth, sends electric thrills down the spine. Fear. Heat. Whichever one a stranger feels towards her will be magnified each time he catches sight of her--the hint of ginger, the lingering scent of wildflowers, and those eyes.

Personality/ She is amiable enough, quick to befriend though equally as quick to grow sullen and spiteful. She is a fierce warrior, and in each fight, no matter how trivial or petty, she acts as if she were battling for her life. She also cannot handle other cats taking or sharing her kills; any extra kill she slides into the fresh kill pile, and she only eats what she catches herself and is loathe to part with even the tiniest morsel of meat or skin if she feels the slightest prick of hunger. Because of her heritage, she tends to speak in broken Spanish, but often catches herself mid-sentence and hurries to translate. Her accent is the sharp staccato of Seville.

History/ Childhood was easy, had always been. In the morning the sun would break through the horizon and shine over her sleeping form, and urge her to wake. And she would. She would get up and stretch her tiny paws, open her little mouth wide in a yawn. "Prim," her human would call. "Marisol," she would reply, and leap onto her lap and curl up in her arms, and they would spend the morning in companionable silence, Marisol running a horsehair brush through her fur, and she letting out the occasional purr. But it was the day when Marisol had to move with her little family to Madrid, Spain, that she found there was no room left for her in the baggage train, and she was released into the street with hot tears and broken whispers. So she grew up fighting and bickering with the other strays for garbage and turf, and she grew strong and fierce. But it wasn't until a tourist picked her up and stowed her away on a plane in a stuffy carpetbag that Primrose arrived in clan territory. Of course she escaped the tourist. It was easy enough when he opened the bag and she leaped out and made a break for the trees. And now here she is, living her life, getting fat off her pickings.

Notes/ X

Name/ Vanilla Twilight

Gender/ Female

Age/ 2 Moons

Alliance/ Envyclan

Rank/ Kit

Appearance/ A long-haired silver tabby sporting large, dewey violet-tinted eyes.

Personality/ A dreamer by day and a wanderer by night.

History/ She was born to Wildleap and Quillfur in Envyclan.

Notes/ Adoption Thread!