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    Twilightkit opened her mouth and let out a loud mewl, nudging and wriggling her way between Stormkit and Wolfkit. Once she was comfortable and warm against her mothers belly Twilight began to purr, as she nursed her tiny claws kneading rhythmically.

    Character Name:Tiro.


    Gender: Tom.


    Alliance:Rogue ( Medieval)


    Rank Amateur


    Appearance(Must look realistic): Long-legged and lean maybe a little on the skinny side with a sleek jet black coat and deep copper eyes.


    Personality: Dedicated to the order and the ways of the group which he has joined Tiro has never put more energy into anything in his life. He is eager to learn and develop the skills which will help him serve but at the same time a bit distracted. Tiro comes off to most cats as aloof and even at times a bit cold, he is afraid to open up to anyone and see's friends as more of a burden, something that holds you back and can be used against you and from time to time even turn against you. Life is a game, and not one that Tiro plans to loose.


    History(Not needed; optional): Tiro was born and abandoned at the age of 2 moons in the vicious and rat-infested city dump-place. At first Tiro spent many days going hungry as the dumpsters where too high for him to access and the food on the ground had pretty much been claimed, times were hard with there being more cats then the food the two-legs provided and no one was willing to share what they had with an orphan kit.


    Intense hunger and the fear of death drove Tiro to an quick conclusion, either he learned how to fight and how to take whatever he could by as many means necessary to survive or he died, plan and simple. He learned, he fought, sometimes he lost sometimes he won, the times he lost were also the times he stole from the weaker or the less smart cats. As time went on Tiro grew into a confident and cunning young tom and one day, while feasting on the freshly killed carcass of a rat he met a beautiful she-cat named Zaye and they became friends. Unknown to her as the time went on Tiro fell in love with her, and he thought that she felt the same.


    Zaye joined a group of rogues that spent their time marking out territory, and trying to add the Dumpsters as a part of their territory. Zaye spent less and less time with Tiro, and more time with the leader of her new "family" as she called them, a aggressive tom named Twist. Twist, with Zaye at his side led an attack on the cats who feasted in the alley, slaughtering and driving out all who they crossed paths with it was then, when Tiro came face to face with Zaye that he told her he loved her, and she scoffed at him and scorned him revealing to him that Twist was the tom who she chose as her mate, and that he, Tiro was worthless to her. It was on Twist's orders that Zaye turned and attempted to slice his throat, with nothing but bloodlust in her eyes, nothing that revealed the deep friendship that the two of them once shared. Tiro dodged her attack and fled off away from the city, where he wandered the forests alone. The pain and bewilderment that he once felt at Zaye's betrayal quickly turned into a furious simmering anger and then a deep, untouchable hatred.


    Notes/Other: I'm sorry, the history is kind of long ::)

    Cats Name: Tiro.


    Cats Rank: Amateur.


    Bio Link: Here: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/lone…-pseudoclan-105712.0.html


    Role Play Sample:


    A shiver of movement stirred around the corner of a thick-branched hazel bush . Out of the shadows gleamed to golden eyes, followed by a single paw then another and another until a sleek-furred black feline shape revealed itself.


    Tiro paused his ears pricked and eyes wary, he wasn't sure where he was and if this was another cats territory and that made him vulnerable to an attack a snarl rumbled through his throat and one lip lifted to reveal stark-white fangs.


    If any cat thought that he was going to make an easy target they had another thing coming their way, The young tom unsheathed his claws and raked them across the protruding branches then continued on his way.

    Her belly tight and now feeling warm and safe Twilightkit snuggled even closer to her mother, wriggling when she felt her scratchy tongue rasp over her head. Twi fell asleep listening to the steady breathing and purring of her mother and brothers and sisters.

    Character Name:Tiro.


    Gender: Tom.


    Alliance:Rogue ( Medieval)


    Rank Amateur


    Age: 9 moons


    Appearance(Must look realistic): Long-legged and lean maybe a little on the skinny side with a sleek jet black coat and deep copper eyes. He has a long jagged scar that slices through the soft fur at his throat, the scar from when his supposed best friend, and the cat he loved had tried to kill him in cold-blood. He also has a nicked ear from a scuffle with a older tom when he was a kit over a entire turkey breast the Two-legs had thrown out. He may have lost that fight seeing as the other cat was more experienced but his torn ear showed that he lived through another battle and he wears it proudly. Another thing about Tiro are his eyes. His eyes have flecks of golden in them, and if he's caught in the right light its absolutely stunning to see especially when he's in a good mood his eyes are like pools of warmth. But most of time his eyes are cold, and blank concealing whatever emotion and thought he may have.


    Personality: Dedicated to the order and the ways of the group which he has joined Tiro has never put more energy into anything in his life. He is eager to learn and develop the skills which will help him serve but at the same time a bit distracted. Tiro comes off to most cats as aloof and even at times a bit cold, he is afraid to open up to anyone and see's friends as more of a burden, something that holds you back and can be used against you and from time to time even turn against you. Life is a game, and not one that Tiro plans to loose. If you somehow manage to get close enough to Tiro to be considered anything close to a friend then you have worked a miracle. You'll glimpse the cat that Tiro was before his experiences changed him the friendly, outgoing, trusting, and kitlike cat he once was, the cat he keeps locked away now.


    History(Not needed; optional): Tiro was born and abandoned at the age of 5 moons in the vicious and rat-infested city dump-place. At first Tiro spent many days going hungry as the dumpsters where too high for him to access and the food on the ground had pretty much been claimed, times were hard with there being more cats then the food the two-legs provided and no one was willing to share what they had with an orphan kit.


    Intense hunger and the fear of death drove Tiro to an quick conclusion, either he learned how to fight and how to take whatever he could by as many means necessary to survive or he died, plan and simple. He learned, he fought, sometimes he lost sometimes he won, the times he lost were also the times he stole from the weaker or the less smart cats. As time went on Tiro grew into a confident and cunning young tom and one day, while feasting on the freshly killed carcass of a rat he met a beautiful she-cat named Zaye and they became friends. Unknown to her as the time went on Tiro fell in love with her, and he thought that she felt the same.


    Zaye joined a group of rogues that spent their time marking out territory, and trying to add the Dumpsters as a part of their territory. Zaye spent less and less time with Tiro, and more time with the leader of her new "family" as she called them, a aggressive tom named Twist. Twist, with Zaye at his side led an attack on the cats who feasted in the alley, slaughtering and driving out all who they crossed paths with it was then, when Tiro came face to face with Zaye that he told her he loved her, and she scoffed at him and scorned him revealing to him that Twist was the tom who she chose as her mate, and that he, Tiro was worthless to her. It was on Twist's orders that Zaye turned and attempted to slice his throat, with nothing but bloodlust in her eyes, nothing that revealed the deep friendship that the two of them once shared. Tiro dodged her attack and fled off away from the city, where he wandered the forests alone. The pain and bewilderment that he once felt at Zaye's betrayal quickly turned into a furious simmering anger and then a deep, untouchable hatred.


    RP Sample : A shiver of movement stirred around the corner of a thick-branched hazel bush . Out of the shadows gleamed two golden eyes, followed by a single paw then another and another until a sleek-furred black feline shape revealed itself Tiro paused his ears pricked and eyes wary, he wasn't sure where he was and if this was another cats territory and that made him vulnerable to an attack a snarl rumbled through his throat and one lip lifted to reveal stark-white fangs. If any cat thought that he was going to make an easy target they had another thing coming their way, The young tom unsheathed his claws and raked them across the protruding branches then continued on his way.

    Twilightkit had slept through the whole incident with her siblings, pressed against the familiar softness and warmth of her mothers belly. Now she was awake, and lifting her head and peering around the den she only saw the soft shape of her sister, Onekit nearby. Wheres Mother? And Stormkit and Wolfkit She wondered, alarmed. She could smell her mothers scent leading out of the den along with Stormkit and Wolfkit, although her brothers scent was fainter. Twilightkit padded over to Onekit and poked her with her white paw "Onekit!" she hissed "Where did everyone go?"

    Twilight tilted her head and her eyes widened to the size of saucers. She was surprised by what happened and even more surprised that Onekit didn't seem fazed by it at all, secretly though she wished she had been awake, maybe she could have joined her brothers on their little outing. "Aren't you worried?" Twilightkit mewed "They might get eaten up by a fox!" maybe not the best thing to say but her imagination was running wild.

    She wasn't quite sure if it worked that way, but it helped her worry over her brothers and mother. Twilightkit shrugged and walked over to the entrance of the den, poking her nose out and staring out into the dark forest, shivering as a harsh Leaf-bare wind sliced through her soft kit fur and against her skin. Suddenly she had the urge to rush out into the forest in spite of the cold, "I wonder what its like out there."

    Twilightkit turned towards her siblings rubbing her tail across Wolfkit's pelt affectionately before she joined Onekit and Stormkit's huddle. Hearing what Onekit said the tabby kits eyes immediately brightened "Yeah, what was it like out there? Way to leave me out on the adventure!" At that last statement her expression changed from curious to disgruntled. She, like Onekit had no idea what had happened to her brothers on their "adventure."

    Twilightkit nodded in agreement, imagining running through the forest, hunting and patrolling borders with her siblings. "It'll be great." she meowed wistfully then gave herself a shake "If only we didn't have to wait so long! 4 more moons..." It seemed like forever, trapped inside of the Nursery instead out being out experiencing clan life.

    A sleek feline form appeared a few paces into the distance and stopped at the base of a tree, looking and listening carefully to what was being said. It was Zekki, one of the eldest of Abraxas and Echobreath's children. He had heard that his father was considering moving The Sect to the mountains. The mountains? Zekki shuddered, his tail twitching uncertainly, wasn't the mountains a harsh place to live? And he liked his home here in the forest, this is where he had been born after all. All the same a spark of excitement glowed inside of him, the journey to the mountains IF they left would be an adventure.


    Spotting the familiar pelts of his mother and sister, Avon both of which he hadn't seen in a while, Zekki bounded forward with an enthusiastic purr, brushing lightly against Avon as he scooted to his mothers other side. Seeing as his little sister Posh was there, he bent his head to touch his nose lightly to hers and then did the same to Echobreath and Avon.


    Zekki fell right back into the natural rhythm of being with his family as if he had never been off on his own in the Sects vast territory. "Hi." he meowed simply his eyes bright and shimmering. Zekki then turned his attention to his father perched high as he addressed The Sect hearing what he said about pupils Zekki nodded absently, why would he disagree with that? He needed things to keep him busy and entertained and what better way then by being productive.

    Zekki curled his tail over his paws and looked up at Abraxas feeling a little awkward when his lateness was announced. He should have gotten here earlier but it looked like some cats weren't even here at all. Zekki's ears flicked in surprise at Posh's statement and he realized that she was right, almost none of his siblings where here, Pudge was missing and Huayana. As well as some of his younger siblings. Feeling a gaze burning into his pelt and glanced over his shoulder to see Cliff, his half-brother glaring over at them.Sheesh who got his whiskers in a twist? He rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to what his father was saying, he wasn't any more thrilled at seeing Cliff then Spice's kit was at seeing him.