Post by LION on Jul 14, 2010 23:10:02 GMT -5
Lion the Outsider
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Name: Lion
Age: 39
Gender: Tom
Clan: None yet
Rank:Outsider/Loner
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Reason For Name: It was quite peculiar. The mat of fur around his shoulders reminded his mother of a lion, and the few white dots reminded his father of the constellation of a fighting lion. So, even though he really didn't look like a lion, Lion was named Lion.
Previous Names: n/a
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One Sentence Description: A big black cat with speckles of white and kind green eyes.
Appearance: To say Lion looks like any normal black cat may be way far from the truth. Yes, he is a black cat, but he has attributes that make him stick out from other black cats. His body even has an air about it that makes it seem, unnormal. In a way that says that if the tom truly tried to be, he could look menacing and as wild as a Sharptooth. Because of his nature though, he barely seems this way at all.
Starting at the head, where many of his noticeable features are. He has pointed yet slightly round ears, just a bit more rounded then a usual cats years, but not so rounded that it's really noticeable or strange. Other then that, his ears are just like any cats, moveable, and with light pink skin under it, which is mostly hidden by the fluff of fur on his head. The fur below his chin and ears and going down to his neck really does make him look like he has a lion's mane when he fluffs it out, but usually it lays on his body and looks more like a fluffy lump then anything. His muzzle is normal, if a bit broad, and his whiskers are longer to make up for his bigger body; he is a pretty big cat. His eyes are wide, with the black slips a bit smallish looking inside. The color of his eyes are nice shade, a bit dark but not to dark, of green, with specs of yellow in them. These eyes tell the most of them, since Lion at heart is a sensitive guy, who shows his emotions through his eyes.Even when he says nothing is bothering him, usually you can tell that something is through his eyes.
Lion's body is broad and strong, being a couple sizes large then most toms his age. His shoulders are big and set, ready to push any enemy off course or to his feet with one shove of them. From there his legs equal in size, with even his paws being a bit wider then usually. Having grown up with his size since the beginning though, Lion has been able to manage walking quite softly over the forest floor, or the empty fields, and even the paved gray ground where Twolegs live. His heart and lungs are quite muscled, letting the quite large cat still be able to run quite fast and be agile, but he can't match against most other cats in this department. Even though he does have the lung capacity and the heart rate to keep him running at a decent pace for as long as cat should be able to run without loosing breath, he does come short compared to most cats, even when sprinting. His stomach though can handle as many or as little food he feeds it though, being able to grow with his body, but made to stay small due to his living conditions and instinct. Beyond that are his haunches, which are just as, if a bit smaller, then his shoulders, with back legs just as powerful as his front. And then there is his tail. It looks positively the most fluffiest part of his body, showing off the long fur of this black cat to the fullest. However, don't be tricked by it. Due to certain living conditions he's had to abide too, Lion's tail is quite formible in battle. He can't wrap cats up in it, but he can give them a good push, depending if their close to the base of his tail or not. His tail has been born and trained with good muscles and meat that can give anyone a good headache if he gives you a good wap with it. Lion is basically a powerhouse of fur and muscle, but you should be able to outrun him. Try to outwit him though, and you'll have another thing coming.
And then there's Lion's fur. As said before it's black, with parts of it puffed out more then others. It's also long, about as long as most longfur cats are. It hardly gets in his way, but can snag clumps of snow a lot if he's not careful. Also on hot days if he doesn't groom it before hand, he can get hot clumbs in his fur, which are a pain to rework out (their like knots in human hair.) There is one thing that sets him from other black cats though. Not to entirely noticeable, but there is white dots all around on his pelt, mostly on his body, neck and tail. They look more like individual snowflakes that have fallen on his fur and haven't melted away yet. Their quite unusual, and even if you were to pull the few specks of white hairs away, they just grow back white again. Something like this shouldn't set into a cat until their much older, but with Lion, he's had them since he was born.
There's one last unusual thing about this cat; he has no front claws. He was born with front claws, but due to a tragic event during his life, he no longer has front claws. This event is the reason to why most of the odd battling techniques he uses were even taught to him in the first place.
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Personality: Lion has changed over the moons, coming to terms with his own inner conflicts, atleast to the point that he doesn't act depressed all the time.He's also lost that childish spunk and cruiosity he use to have. It doesn't mean that all Lion's shadows are gone...many things that has happened in the past still effect him now. He hasn't exactly though lost the light mood of child fully. Well here, let me explain in full detail.
First, the cat you will see when you first meet him. Lion is a much calmer cat compared to his past self. He doesn't jump around or talk at a fast pace like his younger self, instead he's very mellow, walking at an even and soft tempo and saying the things he says at a normal pace, if sometimes a bit slower when the time calls for it. He's open to others, and yet at the same time, he doesn't say to much all at once about himself. THe black cat is very keen to make new friends, but he doesn't want to scare them away, so he takes things slow with them, atleast until he can see that they are wiling to be good friends with him. He's a peaceful cat, who asks to rather sit and talk things out before fighting. He truly believes that cats have the ability of talking all conflicts out, but when the time comes when he does need to battle, well, we'll talk about that later on. He doesn't mind talking to others about problems or speaking philsophically either. In some matters he can sound one sided, but he's always up to hearing the others side point of view, whether or not he agrees with it. He's also very willing to lend a paw in any matter, so if you ever need help, he's a cat to ask.
This all doesn't mean he's a push over though. Lion is hardy inside and out. It takes some real digging to truly break his heart, although he can take what his friends say to heart. He actually likes to joke around a lot, make like humor of things. He'll even point out his own faults if it can make others laugh. He just likes to look at life with a light mood, seeing as how it can turn dark at any moment. He'll even tease those he's really close too, but he never means any harm by it. He doesn't like making a show of pointing out others faults in front of people, but if he really has a problem with you, he'll take you to the side and explain to you that maybe you should cut something out before he nicks you in the ear. He's pretty much this way with friends. He's comfortable with friends and loves to be around them, playing, battling or hunting. He's also very protective of friends and will stand by their side to the very end. A good friend of Lion will get a good friend indeed. When it comes to family though...for now it seems way out of the question for Lion to get a mate. He's still a bit guilty about Gypsy, his past crush. Plus he's a bit shy when it comes to whooing she-cats, or if they try to ever whoo him. It may take some serious good luck and coincidence to become the mate of this tom, since he's not exactly picky, but not exactly looking. If and when he'll ever have children though he'll become quite protective of them and would try to be there for them, even when it means not being there for him. He's a supportive father, just not well experienced enough.
In battle, Lion becomes serious, opting out from doing battle calls or taunts while fighting. He tries to be on defensive more then the offensive, making sure that any of the weaker cats on his side (or the kits and queens) are well protected. He hardly ever likes to go straight into battle and make the first strike, especially not go one on one against eachother. However, if he has to, he will. Lion remains as calm as he can in battle, trying to figure out the best way to end a battle without causing the most damage. Luckily the way he has been taught to fight can do just that. He can push cats around without the need of claws, though rest assure, he knows what crucial parts to step on to leave lasting damage like ligamints, stomachs, or even throats. Either way, he tries to keep from killing or causing serious harm when fighting against other cats. Agaisnt other creatures like foxes and badgers he'll try to find the quickest way to make them run. He isn't against battling with partners, but he may end up protecting them then actually fighting others. All in all he's a cat bent on peace who will use defensive more so to win a fight.
No one has ever seen the true dark side of Lion, and frankly, one should hope never to end up seeing it. It would take a lot to get to that side, but once through....your through. One doesn't go through such a harsh life and live to be such a calm cat with keeping some amount of rage inside. It doesn't seem to ever be at the tipping point, but one crucial thing could break him. Once broken, Lion can be be horribely destructive on whoever broke him, to the point he would try every means to kill him/her or it. Once this dark mood passes though, Lion may regret on what he did and how he acted. Luckily something like this doesn't seem to easy to happen.
Likes: A nice cool breeze, having people he cares about around him, seeing new sights, being around the same old comfortable sights, daydreaming, being around young kits, making friends, a juicy mouse and being in/protecting a place he can call home.
Dislikes: The smell of something gone bad, being inside caves, seeing others in pain, being alone for too long, others asking to many questions about his past, not being able to get a good sleep.
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History: A long long time ago - well not too long ago - a small kit was born, along with a couple of others. They were born in a small basket lined with soft skinned pelts (laundry) in a den of a monster (garage). Their mother was a white cat with kind blue eyes who loved her children dearly, and her name was Heart. The father was a tom who smelled heavily of damp leaves and wild berries, whose name was Winter. He came around soon after the kits were born in order to help Heart name them. One orange and black cat the looked a lot like the father with orange eyes was named Hawk, he was a kit who was curious but didn't like to stray from his mother a lot. The next kit was a small she-cat with white fur like her mothers with sparkling blue eyes, who they named Snowflake. She had an attitude and like to know more then her two brothers, and was always dragging along her other more adventurous kin around the garage on mini adventures. This last tom kit I speak of was full black, besides the unusual white specks on his fur, and had lovely green eyes. They eventually named him Lion, for reasons already mentioned above. The three kits were pretty happy, Lion and Snowflake becoming much closer to each other then Hawk. They made awesome adventures within the giant dry cave, especially when exploring the underbelly of the monster when it was sleeping, since it never stirred, and their mother always was able to warn them when it was about to stir! Their father wasn't around much, managing to visit once every two to three days. The kits wondered where their dad went to so often, but their mother assured them that once they were old enough, they would know. However, when a day came when they had stopped drinking milk from their mother and were fed their first caught mouse, something terrible happened. A twoleg that they were all familiar with and who never really bothered them, suddenly came and snatched the three kittens away, putting them in some weird box they could see out of. They cried for their mom but were soon taken away and then seperated.
Lion had the worse experience of his life. He was alone with the twoleg, and brought into some weird place he's never been before. He then was put on this flat surface that was cold and gray and held down by the Twolegs. He tried to escape and get free, but they held him down to easily, and soon, this painful pinch happened and he started to black out. The next thing he knew, he was being prodded awake by his mother, who was fussing over him worriedly. He felt so relieved to see her, but...
"Mom, where's Snowflake and Hawk?"
They were gone. And the Twoleg didn't bring them back, not that night, or the next morning. That night Lion curled up against his mother, feeling miserable and sad for his lost siblings. And then when he stretched for a moment he noticed...his claws were gone! That whole night the kit couldn't sleep, afraid. Afraid for what would happen to his two siblings and afraid about what his future would hold as a clawless cat, even though he still had his back claws. The next afternoon his father came, and Heart told him the terrible news. He was shocked for a awhile there, then got his head together. Looking down at his one last kit, he asked him if whether he wanted to leave this life behind and become a strong and brave cat, or let the twolegs take him again. Lion said no, he wanted to be strong and brave, and he never wanted to be around those Twolegs again. With a nod, Winter told Lion to say good bye to his mom, for they would leave for his new home. The black kit said goodbye to his mom and with that, left with his father and out of the huge den.
Outside was pretty big. Lion followed after his father, wordlessly, up a rather steep but plain hill. And the sight he was met with on the otherside was unlike any other.
"Lion, welcome to your new home. You are now one of us. The Cats of the Lustful Forest."
It was big, it was amazing, it was beautiful, it was....an adventure! He wished his siblings could have seen it, especially Snowflake.
From there life was slightly smooth sailing for awhile. Lion met his grandfather, Old Ron, who was the leader of the Cats of the Lustful Forest! And his father, Winter, was next in line to lead them once Old Ron died or stepped down. His father didn't just introduce Lion to his grandfather for no reason though...due to an accident when he was young, Old Ron didn't have any of his claws, front or back, but he knew how to fight exceptionally well without them. So, Lion learned how to fight without front claws, guided by Old Ron, who said, "Any King or Leader should learn how to fight and hunt like he's on his own." "But we'll never be on our own, right Old Ron" Lion inquired once. When he did the old cat got an odd look on his face. "You never know that for sure, little one."
A lot of the other cats his age avoided Lion, most likely due to the fact that he was both a future heir to ruling their home and he was born to an outside she-cat. However, one cat was willing to become his friend. Her name was Gypsy, and even though she was willing to be the toms friend, she wasn't the softest kitty around. She basically taught Lion everything else he needed to know to live around that place, as well as some other things. She was the solid ground the other kit needed, since his general excitement made him bounce all over the place. Life seemed to be really smooth from there. Lion learned a lot about the history of the forest, which included history of his ancestors, and even started to get a little crush on Gypsy. Life was great...but then Old Ron resigned from being leader, and even left the forest, and things just kept going down from there.
Lion was a bit nervous; he was considered more of a prince-figure with his dad incharged, and he was be given more rigorous training to prepare for the day he would be in charge. One day a cat who had for a long time been against Winter suddenly went right out and attacked the new leader. And he wasn't any other cat...it was Gypsy's father! The cat wasn't succesful though and was then ran out of the forest, along with anyone related to him...which included his mate and Gypsy. The Cats of the Lustful Forest believed heavily in blood relations, meaning that if one cat did something, then anyone related to that cat would do it too. Lion was devastated and begged his father to atleast let Gypsy back, but his father had to refuse....he had rules to follow, and Lion would need to learn to follow them too. If things couldn't get any worse, a few days later a cat reported that Gypsy's dad was spotted just on the other side of the forest, in a hill which had many underlying caves in it. Winter went out with a group of cats to scare off the traitor, and Lion followed behind. Sneaking into a lower part of the jagged cave inside the hill, Lion found Gypsy, but up above, the fight that broke out between Winter and the traitorous tom created a cave in. Winter, some of his cats and Lion were able to escape, but Gypsy and her parents didn't make it.
Lion was depressed from that day, but his bad luck wasn't over yet. One night a storm struck and the forest lit up in flames. During the commotion to get everyone out, Winter yelled at Lion to run and not look back, and before he even knew it, Lion was running. He ran and ran until he couldn't see or smell the burning forest at all. Hiding in the nearest shelter, Lion stayed there, hoping to hear someone's voice calling for him soon. The young tom fell asleep though, and when he woke up, it was already day time. Getting out from his hiding place and headed to where his home was, but when he got there, it was all gone. The forest was burnt down and there was no one left. Lion ran to the Twoleg place where his mom once lived, but he couldn't even find a trace of her there either. He wondered though if he should even try finding the group of cats he had abandoned during their most tragic hour. In shame and despair, Lion headed out the way he had started running the night before, wondering if he could ever find another home again.
During Lion's travels he found many new homes, but one way or another, he ended up having to leave them. Eventually though on the way, Lion grew up, in spirit, and he knew somewhere deep inside he would find a place he could call home for the rest of his life, but for now, he would search.
IC Example: Clearly, it should have been a bad day.
The day started out alright. The sun was shining, rising up over a hill that was covered by tall grass and flowers. The trees below waved in the gentle breeze that came off the moar, and even the faint sounds of monsters rumbling up and down a huge beaten path of their making mingled in with the peaceful noise of the sunny morning. Nothing seemed to break the great mood of this day. Birds chirped happily, and the light scuttling of mice within the grass and the roots of the trees could be heard, enough so that even the most unskilled of hunter could pinpoint the exact location of a mouse and caught it for his own supper. That was what Lion awoke to that day, looking out from within the small area he had made with a bush that had protected him from the elements the night before. He was still on his constant journey to find a new home, but seeing today as it was and the nice sturdy make-shift den he had found, the black tom figured he deserved a day to relax.
Creeping through the shadows of the interspaced trees, green eyes flashed around, trying to find the best mouse he could for today's breakfast. He would have plenty of time today and the mice were plentiful here, so he had all the right to look for the best mouse he could find. He saw a few gray and white specks of fur dart past just to the side of his vision, but he didn't start to hunt just yet. That's when he picked up the trail of particular plump mouse, and the black cat's paws itched with anticipation. Crouching down, Lion crept forehead, moving with silence and stealth as he stalked the unsuspecting rodent. Just when he came back on his haunches to pounce....a rumble in the distance sounded and Lion lost his concentration, moving his paw to the side and making a noise. The mouse was alert suddenly and in a quick jump the cat pounced, and just barely missed the mouse, catching it by it's tail. However, he didn't silence it quickly enough and when he lifted his head, dead mouse between his teeth, he could hear the other scritches of pattering feet getting farther away. With a small humph, Lion stooped down and began eating his treat, but his head shot right back up at the sound of another rumble, closer this time. Picking up his breakfast, he dashed back to where his den had been, but he soon realized that in his search for a more plump meal, he had put some distance between himself and his home.
Soon the rumbles turned into flashes of light, and rain starting pouring all over the place. The uprooted earth near the trees started to get muddy, and, since he was running quickly to try and get out of the rain, he slid and tripped in the mud, loosing the mouse somewhere in the gushing rain and wet earth. A bit downtrodden, the soaking tom eventually found his makeshift home and crawled in, finding some relief in the still dry area. Shaking himself off, Lion laid down and started grooming himself, hoping the rain would clear up soon so that he could leave.
"Well, if it had been to easy, I may have been convinced to stay." Lion said to himself, laying his head on his paws. He chuckled slightly. He was starting to laugh more then before when he first started this journey to find a home. It was unusual. At first he felt nothing but pain, sorrow and guilt, but now he was starting to enjoy even the smallest things in life. "I guess I was being ridiculous trying to find the best mouse. Every mouse is the best mouse."
It should have been a bad day, but it really wasn't. Slowly Lion was growing up, a bit quicker then most, and his adult mind was telling him to see the silver lining in everything, even if it was just a sign from nature to keep going with his journey and to not take a break until he finally found home.
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Who Are You? Call me Lion
How Did You Find Us? Smallie told me about this place.
Other Characters: none yet.
