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[size=17pt]Jax[/size]
Just got one chance.
Don't want to screw it up.
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Character Name:
Jax
Character Age:
-:5 Moons [Feburary 8th, 2012]
Gender:
-:Tom
Alliance:
-:Bloodclan
Rank:
-:Kit
Appearance:
-:At 5 moons the kit has short ginger fur, already grown out of his fluffy kit fur, he has managed to gain weight to his skinny legs desite his mother dying a moon back. From the amount of running and the time spent from learning how to hunt on his own; he's growing pretty well, strong stern legs with small broad shoulders and a wide chest. His tail from birth grew to atleast a length around his body, the fur on his tail short just like the fur covering his body. Jax has markings along his body, like the white that wraps around his neck, on his chest, and his under belly. The kit's whole body is covered with darker ginger stripes. Complimenting his wide pupiled, dark ambered eyes.
Personality:
-:He loves to smile, smiling probably isn't a everyday thing in Bloodclan, but still. He has different types of smiles: Creepy smiles, loving smiles, hateful smiles, revengful smiles...etc. I think you get the point. Besides always having his multiple smiles, he's annoying and reckless. A word that most smart and big worded people would use for him is probably the word Dauntless. He does things without thinking about the out comes or his actions. He enjoys getting on other peoples nerves and making a show of himself, especially infront of she-cats. On occasions he can be quite crazy and just mind his own business, making a big deal out of things that are so small. Like when he's out and about just wandering around, he likes to move things instead of just leaving it be. Have to his own liking more likely.
---Likes: Playing around, Rough housing, Games, Arguing, Talking back
--- Dislikes: Large groups of cats, Goodie-to-shoes, Other clans, Talkative she-cats, Kits
---Strengths: Hunting, Swimming, Climbing, Hiding
---Weaknesses: Fighting, Catnip[Allergy], Protecting, Helping, Fishing, Balancing
History:
-:Jax was born as rogue to a rogue, his mother having been exhiled from Jayclan; he was considered a rogue from birth since she was pregnate at that disastrous time. Around the time him and his two sisters were born it was near a twoleg clan, as his mother called it, behind a twoleg den where they were born. Jax doesn't take pride of his birth place nor does he his mother. To him she was weak and spinless, a horrible she-cat, yet she was beautiful and her beauty lead to her distruction. Whiteneck[his mother] looked exactly like him but with a more sufficent and slim body, that attracted toms, she had a white neck and underbelly, hence the name, and was well know through the clan. The reason for he banishment or exhilment was because of her lies and secrets. No matter what she couldn't tell the truth, it was like a reflex in her brain that blocked the truth from her when the clan needed it. The moment during a battle when her father needed her most, she had lied and he had died. Leaving her as the lier of the clan, the cause of her fathers death. After her father had died; Runningstar had found out about her lie and wanted her executed, even more worse then her father had been executed. But she was pregnate and that gave her an advantage, she took the advantage and pleaded for her kits safety and health. So the next night she just left the clan without a trace to escape her demise after her kits were born. He has no knowledge of his father and neither does her mother, it was just a one day thing with a tom apparently.
A few moons after his birth and then the day came when his mother died. She had the same allergy he had to catmint. Jax watched her as she slowly died, his sisters cowering away in the den somewhere, he had a expectant look as if he were going to get something out of her death. Was it enjoyment? a new brother? the coming of their mysterious father? It was none of the above. Just the pleasure of watching someone, his enemy, die. Even if Whiteneck were his mother he despised everything about her; after her death he walked away and decided to explore on his own. When his sisters asked where he was going, all he said was that he would be back tonight. He never came back, instead he ventured out to explore. Learning how to hunt, to fight, everything a cat needed to know as it grew. He learned: that he couldn't fish, yet he could swim. He could climb, but he had little balance. He can hunt, but was horrible at fighting. Then he came upon some loners that chose to live near each other, they gave him knowledge about the clans and he thanked them by leaving when they offered him a home there. He was heading towards something else, something big. Bloodclan.
Roleplay Sample:
-:Jax couldn't believe his luck in how he escaped the loners. The timing was perfect, just as the rats were attacking he managed to sneak away unharmed and ventured away from them. He was actually a bit relieved, those cats were beginning to get on his nerves. Plus his was really starting to hate them, no wait he already did hate them.
Padding farther away, he realized he might be one step closer to the clan he desired the most. Bloodclan. Ever since Sticky had told him about the clan that had no misery and loved to kill, he took intrest in the old legends and storys. Even going the risk of going out every night. Looking for Bloodclan rogues to question of the clan they had escaped or left. Most warned him to stay away, but that only spiked up his curiousity and interest anymore. His paws came to a stop and his ear flicked annoyingly at giggling. He hated the sound of a she-cat giggling, turning around he decided to change directions and go through the dangerous short cut the rogues and loners had advised him that wasn't safe at all.
Comments (optional):
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