Posts by ShallowWidow

Character Name: Shark that Hunts at Dusk

Character Age: 19 moons

Gender: Male/Tom

Alliance: None

Rank: Rogue/Loner

Appearance:
Shark is an odd "duck" as they say. He's a standard tortoiseshell with a bit of white down his forehead, base of his tail, and on a couple of toes on his front left paw. Speaking of which, much like canines, Shark hasn't "grown" into his paws just yet. As a result, he's a rather big klutz and doesn't make for a very good silent hunter. His long graceful tail and whiskers give him a certain air of grace, despite constantly tripping over his own paws. Or it could just go with his long hair (which he takes great pride in keeping groomed at all times whenever possible) and make him look fluffy, whichever you prefer. His vivid dark blue eyes always hold a level of happiness, no matter what the situation. Even when asked about the scar running diagonal from his right brow, down across his nose, and just below the left eye, doesn't seem to bother him. He will happily tell you that it's a gift from when he was just a kit and wondered out too far and was nearly picked up by a bird-of-prey.

Personality:
Shark is, for kinder words, different. He always seem to be lost daydreaming about this or that and could hardly pay attention even if a mouse walked up to him and laid at his paws. He's always getting into trouble whenever possible, a bother to any and everyone else. He likes to know everyone else's business but gets touchy whenever someone else tries to get in his. He doesn't come off as too bright, always needing to have something explained twice or even thrice before he gets it. I suppose overall Shark is a bit of a "drama queen", making big things out of little things and little things out of big things. However, he by no means wants the spotlight on him directly. He's content to being someone off stage, a "stagehand" if you will.
However, be forewarned that there is a killer mind lurking in that airheadedness of his. He can be quick, intelligent, fierce, and brutal when called upon. It is his true nature actually. Since one doesn't get the name "shark" by acting like a dunce. He takes his privacy very seriously and allows no one to get to know the "real" Shark. The "real" Shark is sarcastic, blunt, forceful, crude, mean, and just overall a force not to be messed with. He chooses to hide this side because he knows how it pushes others away, and while he might like his privacy, he does get very, very lonely. And what better way to keep other's around than by acting the clown and keeping the party going?
---Likes:
-Sunbathing, snow, pulling pranks, cloud-watching, and exploring
--- Dislikes:
-Dirt/mud, water, hot days, climbing trees, fog, kits, and nights with no moon (new moons)
---Strengths:
-Powerful paws/strikes, keen hearing even for a cat, quick in battle, and able to remember just about every story ever told to him (excellent memory)
---Weaknesses:
-Can't swim (even in a puddle), partially blind in left eye therefore trouble with depth perception, is eternally afraid of the dark (cloudly nights)

History:
Shark was, as his name suggests, born to a Tribe. It is difficult to say which one exactly since he doesn't speak about where it's located. However, he will somberly tell you how he came to be a rogue/loner. As he tells it, he was born to a mother who barely took care of him and his littermates. She simply had the kits because that is what her mate wanted. His father doted on the four other kits, leaving the runt as Shark were, to fend for himself. His father was close with the Healer and was able to have word with where his kits were in the Tribe, giving him an excellent position to improve his chances at becoming the next Healer. And as it were, he saw no place for a runt, inferior to the soldiers his father wanted. As a result, he grew up bitter and cold to his "mother" and "father". While his littermates were content with being trained to their strict learning (prey-hunter and such), Shark wanted to learn everything. His desire for such a ridiculous goal was sparked when he was being chosen as a to-be. His mother remarked that he would never make anything, no matter what position he was given. It was not so much as to get her approval as much as it was to show her that he was superior in a "ha! told you!" sort of way.
He began to spy on the training of his siblings, practicing at night when alone. Eventually, one of his sisters found out and, being the good little daughter, told his mother. His mother confronted him on this, demanding he stop being even more of a failure than he already was. She bitterly told him that if the Tribe hadn't been in need of the extra paws, she would have left him to die when the bird-of-prey came for him. Shark had had enough. Something inside him snapped and he lunged at his "mother". It was a vicious fight with a seasoned fighter against a young tom. However, the runt she so hated was a runt no more. He easily overpowered her and killed her, choking her by holding his paws on her head under a nearby stream. He dragged her body back to his Tribe, laying her in the middle and annoucing to his father that he was no longer his son. His father, furious at this fool attempt at attention, threw himself at his former kit. Shark was ready for him. Using the teachings he had watched, he was able to corner his fighter father into a corner. With the yowls of cats all around him, Shark lashed out with one last vicious swipe. The blood of both "parents" were now stained on his paws.
The Tribe had gone silent, as no cat alive had been able to best the fighter now bleeding out before their paws. Shark turned and kicked dirt on the still warm body of his father, as a last sign of his tie to him, and raced from the Tribe. He knew that he must disappear before the Tribe regrouped and came to avenge their greatest fighter. He traveled as far and as fast as his large paws would take him, leaving the Tribe hunting him behind.

Roleplay Sample:
Shark blinked at Rose. She wanted him to do what now? Shark shook his head and gave her a suspicious look.
"What now?" he asked.
The red tabby huffed and lashed her tail in annoyance, "I said, I want you to help me find the clans."
"That's what I thought you said," Shark muttered. "Why would you want to do that?"
"I want to join them, why else? Haven't you ever wondered what it was like to live wild, free, your own master? What I wouldn't give to just get a taste of that," Rose sighed, eyes glazing over as she daydreamed.
The large tom just flicked his ear, turned on his paws, and jumped from the wooden fence.
"Hey wait!" Rose called after him, scrambling down the wood and to the forest floor. "Where are you going? Shark? Shark!"
Shark added a prance to his step, waving his tail good-naturedly as he padded into the forest. Sometimes it was good to pretend to act like a dunce with selective hearing. Very selective hearing.

Comments:
-Uh...first time doing this like...in a really long time. So, sorry ahead of time if it fails. >n<

Oh right! Sorry about that. I meant he can't swim period. xD
Meant to use the puddle as like...an example or something. Haha.
And I just took out that last part! Hope this works better! :3

U-Ummm. I'm such a newbie here so, I don't think this will be any good but uumm...yeah. ><

OOC: So uh, totally new here and um...I'd like it if you joined! It's open for anyone who wants to join in! I will try to keep up the post as fast as I can but umm...I do have work and stuffs. >n< Anyw-way, Shark's profile link is in my sig.

It was another lazy day, much like the one before and the one before that. Not like anyone was complaining by any means! No, no, lazy days are much preferred to the alternative. It was just that lazy days three days in a row got a little boring, even for the laziest. There was only so much sunbathing and cloud-watching one could do before he got that irritating itch to move. And that urge was almost enough to make him go jump in whatever puddles were left from the previous rain.

"What am I thinking?!" Shark grumbled with a shake of his head. He hated water. If he was asked, he'd say he would probably drown in the stupid puddles.

He huffed and returned his attention to the fluffy white clouds floating by in the sky. He reached out a paw and pointed to a particular cloud. That one looked like a bird-of-prey from where he was from and that one a mouse!

Shark sighed heavily as he dropped his paw and closed his eyes. Those clouds were the same as they had been that morning. The day was so lazy that even the clouds didn't want to get up and do anything. And that's certainly what Shark had been doing this entire time, a big load of nothing. His day so far? Well, he got up from his make-shift den under a bush, made sure he was nice and groomed, found a snack, then laid on his back and looked at the clouds until now. It's natural he would have the irrisistable urge to move.

"Ugh," Shark groaned as he rolled over onto his right side.

Eyes half open, he stared a small flower by his nose. It was a weed and not really any use but it made the scenery prettier he supposed. Raising a paw, he slid a claw forward and hooked one of the petals. With the ever so slight pull, the petal broke free and twirled before Shark's nose a few heartbeats before being carried off somewhere by the breeze. He hooked another petal and watched it until it disappeared in a sea of green. He continued pulling the petals from the flower until there were no more petals left. Now he was left again with his boredom on this thrice lazy day.

A sudden strange growling made his head pop up, ears alert and eyes searching the area. He hadn't seen any predator larger than himself but that didn't mean there weren't any. He kept completely still until the growling once again reached his ears. He deflated when he realized it was his stomach. The snack had been earlier that morning after all.

"Well, le's see if we can catch us somethin'," he yawned as he heaved himself to his paws.

Shaking out his long hair, taking a quick moment to clean the grass and twigs from it, he set off into deeper grass. He slowed, ears perked for any sound of paws or claws on the soft dirt. He crouched low, somewhat awkwardly working his paws into the earth. He had never been a good or graceful hunter. His paws where just slightly too large for an agile hunter. He was amazed he had managed to live on his own this long.

Catching the scent of a rabbit, Shark set off in his only slightly odd hunter crouch. He pushed his way through to a break in the tall grass and at the roots of a tree. A small plump rabbit sat at the base of the tree, nibbling on whatever nut or fruit the tree produced. Moving each paw slowly and in an almost stuttering motion, Shark placed one paw in front of the other. He was a leap away when the rabbit looked up. Shark froze with one paw in the air. The rabbit's ears twitched but then went back to it's eating. With a silent sigh of relief, Shark lowered his paw. He was too focused on his prize to notice the small pile of leaves and grass underneath. The ever so slight crunch instantly put the rabbit on alert.

"Dang it!" Shark hissed as he jumped at the rabbit. But the rabbit was already too far away. Shark landed with a soft 'oof' and scowled after the fleeing prey. He sat up and lashed his tail in irritation. "This day just when from boring to downright horrible."

Like any other nice day, Shark wasn't making the most of his time. It wasn't like he had anything better to do anyway, seeing how he was a loner and had no one to really tell him what to do. So, much like the other days before it, Shark was bathing in the sun casually grooming his long coat. He liked to keep a nice appearance, again despite not having to show it to anyone. That certainly didn't stop him, plus it gave him something to do with his time. There was only so much sleeping and eating one could do before even that got boring.

And it just so happened that on this particular day, in mid-lick across his left front paw, Shark paused. His ears twitched and the end of his fluffy tail moved just ever so slightly. He slowly dropped his paw and peered down from his perch on an old rotting log. Now, Shark had seen a lot of things in his time as a loner, but it still surprised him to see a small kit wandering around. He considered for a moment his options. On one paw, it would be a nice thing of him to do to bring the kit back maybe even a reward. Shark licked his whiskers. It had been a little bit since he had eaten. And then on the other paw, was it really worth all the trouble? There was no telling where this kit was from, who its parents were, or even how far the kit had traveled. If worse came to worse and they couldn't find the parents, that meant Shark was stuck looking after the mewling little ball of needy fur.

The tortoiseshell tom was just about to go back to his grooming when something caught his eye. The kit was blind. Now he really couldn't leave it all alone out here. Some predator would snatch it up for a snack in no time at all. So, with a heavy and annoyed huff, Shark jumped down from his perch and padded over to the kit.

"Oi, what're ya doin' out here?" Shark called out, making as much noise as possible so to let the kit know he was there. He stopped before the kit and briefly touched his nose to the kit's forehead before sitting down. "It's dangerous for such a lil one to be out and 'bout by himself. Where are yer parents?"

U-umm...so is it okay to throw a last minute entry in there?
If not I t-totally understand!

Shark's whiskers twitched in amusement as the kit explained himself. The little furball had guts, Shark had to give him that. He seemed a little naive but a good kit, as with most kits he supposed. He had never really been around any long enough to know.

"Don'cha think it's a lil dangerous to be out and 'bout on your own? There are lots of big bad things out here." Shark swatted away a bee from the kit when it got a little too curious. He weighed his options and figured that it would probably be the responsible thing to watch after the kit until someone followed his scent and came to get him.

"Well, since I 'pose I can let ya take along with meh if ya don't mind. I can let ya check out some interestin' things. Better than lettin' ya run around on yer own. If'in ya don' mind," Shark suggested.

He stood up and circled the kit, checking over the kit's coat. It was a little ruffled but for the most part he looked okay. He lightly tapped the kit on the head with his tail, "What's yer name? Ya can call me Shark."

Shark heard the squeal and whipped around, claws unsheathed and a growl on his lips. However, he quickly deflated when he sat the she-cat stumble from the brush. He sat back and tilted his head to one side and his tail tip twitched back and forth. His whickers twitched in amusement.

"Ya weren't tryin' to sneak up on me, were ya? If so, I think ya need to work on it a bit," Shark said with a faint chuckle lacing his words.

He looked the she-cat over and thought she looked a little odd for a normal cat. She was certainly pretty, he'd give her that. However, she was hardly what Shark would look for if he were looking. He found she-cats more trouble than necessary so he tended to stay away from them if he could. Not to say that he didn't hang with any from time to time, it just wasn't for very often or very long. But he supposed since she was here he might as well be pleasant.

"Oi, ya can call me, Shark. What do they call ya? Since it would be rude of me to just up and leave ya all of a sudden." Shark asked before licking a paw and dragging it over his face.

Uumm. Here's my e-entry, I'm sorry if it's not any good. ><

Err...well, I figured why not? :'D
WIP so not posting just yet please. c:

Key/Code:
Male | Female | Deceased

Ooooh! I'm in too!
Yay!

So can it like be...a snippet of a fic we have already? Like it's got 10 or something chapters but has been on hold like forever? And I will eventually get back to it?