Posts by EMBERTHROAT

GENERAL:

✧ REAL NAME: WILD | WARRIOR NAME: WILDSEAS EMBERTHROAT

✧ FORMERLY A KITTYPET | WARRIOR | FORMER LEADER OF BLOODCLAN

✧ young adult | 31 moons old | ages at rpers want

✧ male, he/him [] | prefers masculine pronouns

✧ FORMERLY OF WINDCLAN | LIVES IN BLOODCLAN

✧ official titles - none

RELATIONSHIPS:

✧ bisexual | single | [0] crushes

✧ platonic relationships are easier but romance is much harder now

✧ parents: bearstar x fawnheart

✧ siblings: pitchstar, eaglestar

✧ best friend: tba

✧ family: ??

IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

✧ because of the violent death of his mate the world seems bleaker and colder

✧ charming and rather comfortable talking with others

✧ has become more driven and perhaps even more dangerous

✧ accepts that the world is cruel so why bother listening to rules

✧ not intentionally the bad guy but has a way of appearing like that

PHYSICALITY:

✧ SOMALI DOMESTIC FELINE | HEALTH: 100%

✧ deep fire can be described as the male’s pelt color. A blazing deep red with a soft coating of black along his back and tail to even it out. The feline is affected by gigantism because of his genetics and so appears bigger than he should be. His long fur is usually pristine and well groom and his gaze of misty green often portray just how he feels. he is an open book most of the time. his stature is thick and stocky with silky long haired fur and overgrown claws that peak out of his paws. his body rolls with formed muscles, lean but powerful in his walk and build. he is a large tom in size and carries with him the necessary speed and honed instincts given to him by Windclan

scars - one long scar on the left side of his hip all the way down his left leg, healed scars on his face, and over right eye, and some scars on his ribs and chest. a blatant x marked on his shoulder from when he lived in bloodclan

PERSONALITY:

✧ NEUTRAL EVIL

COMBAT & INTERACTION:

✧ most times settles fights

✧ doesn't show mercy often | won't run away

✧ mentoring no one

✧ physical and mental is hard | overall hard

✧ mention when needed EMBERTHROAT | attack in bold underline

The molten lava pelted tom laid in the middle of the camp with a bored expression on his face. There was nothing that he personally had to do considering he had already hunted and brought back what he could. Which consisted of one scrawny and ugly looking rabbit. Like really, if he had to eat anything it certainly wouldn't have been that thing. It looked sick. Curling his maw he turned to look toward the pile for another moment, misty green oculars picking over the meager meals before the stockily build somali stepped his way to the pile. His nostrils twitched as he inhaled deeply the many mingling scents of prey before that stench invaded his glands. Ugh, that's how the rabbit had smelt when he had killed it and brought it back. Shifting with his claws he picked at the food pile before he lifted the wing of a bird to pull the rabbit out of the pile. It reeked of carrion and when he tried to pick it up the flesh of the creature tore and out poured a heat of maggots. He yowled in surprise and stepped back, feeling like he was about to gag from the smell along. But the sight of the words wiggling and moving made his stomach sick. But he was no kittypet at least not anymore and not for a long time since so he could handle this with ease. The male overly large male had spent many moons in Windclan and despite that he wouldn't show any type of weakness. Glaring at the bugs that had turned his stomach so easily he looked to the mangled body of the rabbit before shaking his head. "Ew, crowfood. Guess I better get rid of it somewhere." Maybe he could throw it over the border and pretend like it didn't exist anymore. As long as it didn't cause Windclan any trouble he couldn't care about the rest of the clans that lived around the other territories.

Slowly the male moved forward, hesitant paws touching down on cold asphalt as the acrid scent of thunderpaths stung his nose yet oddly he was used to it. He could say for a long time he had been used to such things, the monsters that roamed along the paths and even the twolegs. Afterall he used to live with them for a good while and he felt sickened because of it and how he allowed himself to say for so long in the care of twolegs. The idea that he used to be a kittypet was scornful to him but he could hid such a path from ever being known. It had done him pretty well as he had lived in Windclan before and the scent of the plains wafted off his pelt but he had long since abandoned that clan for something better. Something....interesting. His ears pulled forward as jaws parted to pull in the scent of Bloodclan all around him and he was sure he was deep in their territory by now. Cocky sure but he was curious of them and the former kitty pet allowed a half smirk to tease across his maw. His molten colored pelt moved with a purpose, muscles shifting underneath his thick coating as he carefully settled his paws one after another. Then he paused upon the corner of a street and sat down because he figured in due time that some feline would fine him, his hulking and massive form was rather easy to spot even in the dead of night where he lingered in the shadows. Gleaming eyes peered forth and his head tilted to the side just slightly, thick tail curled around his own form. Let the games begin he supposed.

Cool eyes had settled on nothing as he waited, body unyielding to the cold that surrounded hi and the snow that lingered upon the ground tarnished black in some places. He was sure someone would see him eventually as he didn't chose this spot for the purpose of hiding but it did help when it came to watching his surroundings. The first to approach him was a rather young feline, someone who hadn't yet saw a full year but she carried herself as if her whole life had already come full circle and then some extra. Well, he had heard that Bloodclan tended to do that to their young which he supposed was just their custom. Different strokes for different folks. And as she questioned his motive for being here he gave a small smirk, a pulling of his upper muzzle before he parted his jaws to speak. But his words halted as another came forward and this one was definitely a kit which caused his head to tilt just a little bit. So, were children always allowed to roam out free? The streets of a Twolegplace were not the most accommodating for children and he sighed before ignoring it all together. Wasn't his kid so wasn't his problem. But the third that came forth, skittering from the rooftops made him snort a little bit. Here came the intimidation factor and he could say e liked the first two as opposed to the third. "Yeah, yeah I get it. You'll shred my pelt and leave me for dead. Not the first time I've heard that before." Wouldn't be the last either and he had enough time to figure out how to take such words. But regardless to that and the differing personalities he cocked a fictional brow with glittering curiosity in misty green eyes. "Name's Wildseas and I'm here to join Bloodclan. What do I have to do to prove myself?"

CALEDON. , you don’t have to do Gauge. I’d rather replace him with Wildseas here

So this guy has just recently joined Bloodclan because he wants a more freeing life, one where he is able to do what he wants and how he pleases. Bloodclan suits his egotistical personality and his attitude of ‘him against the world’. In a sense he will basically use the security of Bloodclan and their lifestyle to benefit himself. But along the road he will make friend but I want to start a path for him that will lead him to cannibalism. It can either be from the Dark Forest if anyone has a dead cat for that or encouragement from another Bloodclanner for him to try it. Upon trying it he will realize that he actually likes the taste of cat flesh and it will become something of an addition and this only viable food unless he feels up to eating something else.

so he moved from Windclan to Bloodclan because he believes that the way in which Bloodclan lives is more freeing and open then the forest cat way of life. he has never believed in Starclan so I’m hoping to delve him into some dark forest plots which will lead him down a path of cannibalism. this will also begin to make him slowly become insane because of this but it will be a contained sort of insanity. Noticeable yet just on the edge of being creepy.

He is open to many things, relationships, mentoring, making friends, flings, causing trouble etc

im totally down for them becoming best buds and wild learning a form of sign language to communicate with wake. It seems like an interesting thing to be able to write out!

omg

I am totally all for this tbh! I’m definitely game for him joining in on some dark forest training and being nudged toward that cannibalism!

if you want we could backwrite that they knew each other/were partners in crime and they got separated for a while so that wild already knows wake and his sign language and manages to find him here

let me see hmmmm

I’m thinking that maybe wake and wild were growing up together, wake being a loner while wild was born into kittypet life. but wild being wild was always following wake everywhere cause that was his best friend and they always hung out no matter what but one day wild’s two legs decided to move and they took wild with them which would explain the separation and they wouldn’t really recognize each other from and the only reason wild escaped and left his two legs was to find wake but he ended up in windclan for a bit before leaving and finding himself in Bloodclan

oh yeah at childhood friends they were probably kids just goofing off and not worrying about the future. but they can totally get on that road together now since they have found each other again and become partners in crimes

tbh I can see how effective of a team they can be because they don’t communicate with sounds so they would be silent and efficient without anyone know what happened.

XD that sounds about right, I can see wild always talking shit about someone because he is a hard tom to please these days

I’ll write up a response in his joining where he recognizes wake and signs to him

thank you so much! i was wondering how to go about the sign language lol

A part of him wondered if this process would take too long. He certainly didn't want to waste his time and he frankly wanted to get acquainted with the area as soon as possible. It shouldn't be any different then the twolegplace he had one lived in. Save for the unsavory shadows of mindless felines easily manipulated into believing that they could do as they pleased with the lives around them. Sounded kind of like him and it caused a chuckle to suddenly erupt from his muzzle before he then noticed a figure coming forth after a ting of a trashcan lid caught his attention. For a moment his gaze narrowed on the soft colored pelt of the tom, a buzz in his mind telling him that something was familiar about him. Yet he couldn't seem to pull it together till the other got close enough for him to make out known features. A wide look spread open his lids as misty green eyes searched over the other's face and his jaw opened with a soft 'oh'. "Wake?" Wait, no, he couldn't hear him. He needed to sign but it had been so long since he had done this and he hoped that he had not forgotten it. Lifting a paw he placed it against his chest and then lift his paw to his nose while curling. It's me, Wild.

Yesss an interaction thread would be awesome!

name - wildseas

BLOOD-OATH PLEASE!

signs to identify clans maybe?

that sounds good!