Posts by CATACLYSM

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;][justify]Was this the place? The air was potent with the smell of scent markers which caused her nostrils to scrunch up just a bit. There was no mistaking that this indeed was where she heard word of her sister roaming. Cougartail. She remembered the exact scene of where she and her sister went their separate ways. Their parents had been killed in a savage attack and left them to fend for themselves. Her older sister insisted on joining the ranks of a rogue group. Kestrelpaw - at the time - however refused. It was against everything she believed in! StarClan would surely have her head if she committed to such a vile thing. She knew and heard things of rogue groups such as the one Cougartail became part of. Kestrelheart would have none of it.


    The petite she-cat had gone her own way and it truly seemed like her dedication to those above her had paid off. She met a small group of loners who took the young apprentice under their wing and divulged her in the arts of both herbs and battle skills. It was clear however that Kestrelheart was meant to be a warrior, swift and graceful with her battle prowess rather than relying on pure strength as she knew her sister to do. Oh, her beloved sister. Moons passed by until finally she caught word that Cougar had been spotted in RiverClan! Immediately, she knew that it was StarClan's wish to see them reunited and quickly made haste to find her.


    Now here she was, the pretty she-cat awaiting patiently for any sign of her familiar form. "Hello?" Her soft vocals called out, a flick of her ear indicating that she meant no harm. "I'm looking for my sister, Cougartail. My name is Kestrelheart."


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    MONSTER'S STILL UNDER MY BED

    ☆ GENERAL

    NAME cataclysm

    —— nicknames: typically goes by cata

    —— name origin: named for the foreshadowing of his future, cataclysm, meaning a large-scale and violent event in the natural world

    —— age: 9 moons

    GENDER male

    —— preferred pronouns: he/him

    CLAN

    —— birth clan: bloodclan born and raised up until nine moons

    —— rank: apprentice

    —— past rank: bloodclan tyro


    ☆ APPEARANCE

    SPECIES domestic feline

    —— breed: moggy(prominent american bobtail, russian blue and maine coon traits)

    DESCRIPTION cataclysm is born a rare concoction of many beautiful breeds molding together to royally form the handsome male. his overall solid blue-grey fur resembles the most notable pelt shade of a russian blue. short and luxuriously soft to the touch, his feathery down coat repels water and seems to have a natural sheen to it. the tips of his tufted curved ears are dipped in an snowy ivory color along with his powerful and robust legs to mimic stockings.


    a short bobtail rests on his haunches and despite this he seems to have an exceptional balance upon his lengthy limbs. a thin and sparse "mane" sprouts from around his upper neck, adding to his "exotic" appearance that much more. he is birthed a massive kit and already sports a masculine figure straight from the womb, sinewy and lean layer of muscle growing thicker as the moons go by. his most bewitching attribute are his icy blue eyes, taking after his father's vibrant sapphire eyes but much further paled and dulled yet nothing less than enthralling and captivating; like that of a moon on a cold wintery frost-bitten night. reference - lacking the white ear tips and stockings, artistic reference(credit to line art owner)


    —— fur colour: solid blue

    —— fur length: short and russian blue in texture

    —— fur markings: white ear tips and stockings

    —— eye colour: pale blue-silver

    SCENT peppermint with the smell of lingering smoke given to him by dwelling in the city


    ☆ PERSONALITY

    DESCRIPTION cataclysm upon his first few moons of life can be described as naive, never imagining the true cruelties of the world beyond the bloodhouse. he has a tendency to only see the good in people and refuses to see the darkness lingering behind every soul. a bit of an idealistic, he sort of develops a perfectionist view on things and is oblivious to how many of his decisions can have bad consequences.


    he'll grow to believe that his parents are the picture perfect family and upon learning about his father's feelings for another, he will grow bitter, thus breaking his innocence. resentment begins to make a home in his heart, feeling a strong attachment to his beloved mother and a sense of betrayal sinks into him.


    his large and formidable size gives him the confidence to take any challenges head on which can sometimes land him in hot water; biting off more than the youth can chew and subsequently suffering the consequences. a social butterfly and extrovert, he enjoys listening to others immensely and loves learning about those around him. at times, unknowingly to himself he will use this to his advantage although not in cold blood. manipulative tendencies will stem from his charming and alluring essence.


    he can easily grow emotional rather than cerebral at times which can be seen as a major fault on his part. he doesn't take kindly to sharing those loved by him, selfishness and possessiveness rearing it's ugly head when he feels threatened. cata will not settle or accept criticism and will have to learn how to overcome this to achieve his goal of obtaining prowess in battle as most bloodclanner's are known for.


    after life's many unfortunate and cruel events consisting of: his father leaving his mother for another, then his father falling into a month long coma in which her mother takes a new lover, his mother eventually dying a violent death from a dog attack, the distancing of his two siblings who he was incredibly close with at one point, and then last but not least having to murder his own sister who was ridden with rabies or risk someone else killing her. cataclysm is now a pale, weakened shadow of his old self after heavy trauma at only nine moons.


    —— positive traits: extrovert, empathetic, protective, loyal, unwavering, strong, great listener, loving

    —— neutral traits: naive, emotional, oblivious, competitive, unpredictable, perfectionist, ambitious

    —— negative traits: aggressive, selfish, possessive, vain, manipulative, silver-tongued, impulsive, blunt


    TIMELINE

    01/17 adoption thread

    02/08 birthing thread

    09/03 kills his own rabid sister


    I COULD NEVER FIGHT OFF

    At only four moons, Cataclysm simply wasn’t aware of Bloodclan’s infamous reputation. The innocent boy indeed thought his home was the best there could be! His momma was in charge and he sure loved watching her from the shadowy bushes when he managed to sneak away from the nusery. He longed to be admired like his momma. The blossoming blue bobtail made his way towards what he heard Ruth call “cells”, curious as to what sort of creatures were held down there. Upon wobbly limbs he finally arrived to grasp onto the words of a pretty kitten behind rusty cage wall which was now being opened by Wakefield. ”Whatcha doin’?” The boy cooed with a curious tone, slightly intrigued by the idea of having someone new to play with, stub tail vibrating behind him in anticipation.


    / mobile </3



    This here is my boy Cata < 3 He’s an Aleksruth baby and I’m still getting a feel of his persona so I’d love to get some plots going for him c;



    Cataclysm couldn’t help but chuckle at the weird looking movements of Wakefield and Wildseas. It all looked so funny to him! Like they were being controlled by a puppet of some sorts. The handsome blue kit had managed to stray from the nursery when he heard the commotion and battering of paws. Icy slate blue eyes lingered on the two and yet he remained silent, watching curiously as to not get caught after he finally escaped.