Posts by Moonshadow~

I will be glad to help you out with the making of the Crossroads. I can help out with plot ideas and maybe some graphics. I am fairly literate, so I will also be a good addition to the Crossroads.

Hm... well, perhaps on the other side of the river, there's an abandoned station which they keep the slaves? Or a small hallow in which a small patrol party sets up base and switches hourly to look out for rival Clans in case they try to raid?

Exactly! ^.^ Also, I have a few plot idaes, if you're interested in hearing them.

Well.... perhaps a forbidden love, like between a Royal Housewife and a Prisoner, and her mate finds out and kills him? Or one of the Overseer's kits could fall in love with a Prisoner, gets r***d by him, and one of their kits tries to overthrow the Overseer?

Alright. ^.^ Just something to consider.

Thank you so much. ^.^ [I am also trying to get an advanced bio done so I can do advanced because I am very literate]

[img width=510 height=395]http://www.wildcatsmagazine.nl/images/serval6.jpg[/img]

Character Name:
Eden

Character Age:
23 moons

Gender:
Tom

Alliance:
Kittypet, Rogue [Planned to join WindClan]

Rank:
Rogue [Warrior if he joins WindClan]

Appearance (6 or more sentences):
Eden is a handsome melanistic - or black - serval. He is very lean and muscular, his long legs a bit worn from his wonderings. Due to his travels, Eden's pads are sliced and caked with blood and dirt, and his claws are trimmed down from his previous life of a kittypet. He is bigger and stronger than the average warrior, bigger due to his genetics, stronger because of all the traveling he has done over the past 10 moons. His eyes are dark amber; tints of gold are laced deeply into them, making them have a unique touch. Accompanied in his night-dark pelt are mild gray-and-brown traces sewn into them like stitches, all in random places on his body. Like all servals, his nose is flattened, but unlike most of his kind, his nose is a silvery-gray, while most are a dull dark gray.

Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):
Eden, you could say, is a fiery inferno of rage. As his life as a kittypet, Eden had been viciously abused by his mother and siblings, never really shown what it was like to love. Therefore, the youngster is very timid and uneasy around cats, and rarely talks to others. He is unsociable, shy, cranky, and gets depressed easily. He hates being in public and will do anything to avoid encounters, never trying to make conversation with any cat he may come across. With all his rage bubbled up inside, if he does happens to have to fight with another cat, he will not hesitate to take all his anger out on a stranger, even if it’s the cats territory. He is very skittish around she-cats especially, and does not accept the company of others with open arms.
---Likes (at least 3):
He enjoys sitting in peaceful meadows, watching the bright sky and clouds glide by. He usually watches bees flow from one flower to the other, or a flock of birds fly into the clouds. Eden like hunting as if it were a sport, chasing after squirrels or creeping up on mice – he doesn’t do it just for fun, but for survival, and is grateful every time he finds one. With his long legs, Eden loves to dash through undergrowth and running very long distances.
--- Dislikes (at least 3):
Due to most of his abuse being done under his Twoleg’s house, Eden loathes very dark and tight spaces, doing all he can to avoid sleeping in a rabbit hole or badger set as he travels. He also has hydrophobia, fear of water, because he nearly drowned in the backyard’s pond as a young kit, steering clear of rivers or lakes if he can. Also, due to experience, Eden despises traveling at night, for he feels as if eyes are watching him from behind, as well as a lot of his abuse being done at night when the owners were absent.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5):
Eden is a fast and advanced runner. He could run for hours, with a few breaks for food or to catch his breath. Despite his trimmed claws, Eden is a very good fighter, using techniques that can sometimes catch his attackers by surprise – and, also, because traveling in the daytime and scanning the sky so often, his eyesight has strengthened, as if he had rings around his eyes like meerkats to deflect the sunlight. His muscular pelt gives him a rippling amount of strength, and uses this as a weakness against smaller cats, crushing them under his weight. He is also fairly cunning, able to outwit an opponent by reading their body language and eyes, detecting what their next move is by watching them merely afar.
---Weaknesses (At least 3):
Eden cannot swim – although his frame would make him one, he flips out if his paw even goes below the surface of the water. Also, because of his trimmed claws, it makes it hard for him to climb a tree for shelter, or to rake his claws into an opponent. Eden also cannot stand fighting in tight and dark spaces, for his experience as a kittypet haunts him too much to fight in places like a burrow or badger set.

History (8 or more sentences):
Eden’s early kit life was full of happiness. He and his brothers, Mica and Caleb, would play in the small room the Housefolk made the kits’ nursery. The three brothers got along really well, always playing, exploring, and cuddling up with their owners and visitors who would come. Life was what the neighboring house cats called ‘Friskies and a bowl of milk’ for the small family of melanistic servals – well, all up until adoption days started to come along.
It was when Eden and his brothers turned about 7 moons when more visitors started to come seeing the toms. Everyone favored Eden over his brothers because of the unique nose and eyes, but Eden’s mother, Hope, didn’t think he should be the first to be picked. When a young couple came in and started to pet Eden, Hope would bite his tail, which Eden reacted with an instinctive swipe of a claw – to the female Housefolk, that was. Every time it seemed Eden was going to be picked Hope ruined his chances, making him behave unnaturally the opposite of what he was months before. When a young girl was petting Mica, Eden got jealous, biting his tail and pushing him roughly out of the way – this, of course, was a terrible idea, considering Mica was Hope’s favorite kit. The next few nights while their Housefolk were away, Hope would take Eden down to a part under the house and beat him until he could barely stand. The wounds she inflicted on him became infected, and when the Housefolk returned they had to take him to the vet right away. For a few days Eden was on foul-tasting medicine, but realized he was getting better – Hope noticed this, too, and became so angry that he was getting better that she kept taking him under the house to beat him. Finally, after the fifth night in a row of being abused, Eden took his canister of pills and crept into the forest, away from his hurt, abused life as a kittypet and into the world as a rogue…

Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):
Eden walked into the tough thicket of bracken, flinching as one slid across his soft underbelly.
The young melanistic serval had been traveling for a two hours walking, searching for a descent piece of prey. His stomach rumbled at the thought of the juicy rabbit he had caught a few territories back, how plump and fresh it had been – oh, how much he wanted to taste the soft meat of prey again!
He cursed as a squirrel dashed up a tree in front of him, chattering as his tail swished with anger and hungry eyes glare at it. “If only I saw you sooner,” he hissed as the bundle of brown-russet fur scampered farther up the trunk.
Sighing at another loss, Eden opened his mouth to drink in the scents around. The scent of squirrel – which he had already missed – was fresh, as well as the strong, musty smell of dusk falling, but no –
Suddenly, a flash of gray fur above disrupted his scenting, falling on Eden’s back, clawing viciously. The rogue let out a startled, frustrated yowl, falling to the ground and rolling on his back, crushing his attacker who let out a muffled hiss of surprise. Getting on his paws and facing his opponent, Eden hissed, “Who are you?!”
Below him lied a young gray tabby she-cat – about his age, maybe a couple moons younger who stared up at the serval with startled, icy blue eyes. “I-Ivy Who Clings to Rock,” she mewed fearfully, shaking. “W-Who are you and w-w-why are you on my Tribe’s territory?” She tried so hard to sound brave, but her words came out as a stuttered mess of words
Eden glared down at her. “None of your business,” he snarled at her. Glaring at her for a few seconds, he realized there was a soft bundle of fur hanging out of her jaws, held only in her mouth by a tail. Ivy noticed this, too, and narrowed her eyes up at him.
“Where did you get that?” he asked, staring at the mouse with longing. Ivy hissed at him, trying to claw his underbelly with her back claws, but the serval quickly sat on her belly before she could make such a move. The gray she-cat let out a mew of defeat and said, “I caught it….. by Fishing Stones,” she gasped as Eden pushed his paw deep into her neck, choking her.
“And where is that, young one?”
Ivy glared up at him. “Why should I tell you, you’re nothing but a dung-brained, cat-loathing –“
Eden let out a furious yowl and bit down hard on the she-cats neck, not stopping until he felt the crimson liquid flow into his jaws. Ivy let out a strangled screech, begging Eden to let her go, telling him she’d tell him the exact location of Fishing Stones –
And then she stopped struggling. Eden let out of her neck, seeing the young she-cat’s eyes full of agony and hurt. She coughed violently, her whole body writhing in pain, and he only watched. Moments later his eyes flashed to where the mouse lay, still fresh, only a bit of Ivy’s blood on its back. The serval picked up the tiny bundle of flesh, then turned back to Ivy, whose eyes widened as he meowed softly, “Thanks for the mouse, Ivy.”
Hearing upcoming voices, Eden leaped into the bracken head-on, watching as a small group of cats came sprinting up to the bundle of flesh-and-blood. He saw a brown she-cat yowl, “Oh, no, Ivy, no, not you too!” Next to her stood a muscular red tabby with fiery eyes, gazing down at the matted body in utter horror.
And he did this – he injured some young, pretty she-cat who had her entire life ahead of her – for a stupid mouse.

Comments (optional):

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Thank you! ^.^

Thank you! ^.^

OOC:
Alright, I'm back. ^.^