Post by Forgotten on Feb 13, 2011 0:01:30 GMT -5
Forgottenheart of Shadowclan
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Name: Forgottenheart
Age: 26 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Warrior
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Reason For Name: He gave himself the name Forgotten, because out of his heart, that is truly how he felt he was.
Previous Names: Zinro, Forgotten, Forgottenheart
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One Sentence Description:
Tabby tom with blue eyes.
Appearance:
Peltage:
Forgotten is very vain and he thinks himself gorgeous, though you will have to judge that for yourself. His pelt is mainly very dark almost black brown, the color of ebony trees with the bark peeled off of it. His second main color that lays in blotched patterns over his brown fur is an almost berry red and shines bright red in bright light. Besides that he has various places where his fur shines grey or white and his tail is tipped black. All of his fur has a sleek glossy shine to it and is usually soft.
His eyes are a bright sky blue with a silvery sheen to it and if you are close by you can see the deep silvery gold flecks in the pools of main colors. His muzzle and face are well angled, from his mother, though his shoulders are broad and his limbs muscular, from his father, and plenty of exercise. When walking and making other motion he look as if he is only making one smooth watery motion as his mussels ripple tightly under his skin.
His voice is a slightly deep, though mainly rich and flowing, voice that calms many. His scent is slightly like that of newly fallen winter snow, crisp and sweet. His tail fur is long, bushy, and light, much more so than the rest of his fur. Most would say he often look bored or thoughtful, which he often is.
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Personality:
Forgotten is usually calm and helpful though he does not like to be around others too much but at other times he enjoy there company. You may see him staring off into the distance for long periods without noticing anything around himself but he is always ready to fight for what he believes in and he is highly headstrong. If you were to ask him of his past though he might become aggressive or ignore you out completely. The only way you'll likely hear of his past is if he tells you of his own will. He can have his lapses of compassion and be very kind but I'd bet much money that that day is far in coming for a stranger. Some may call him a little vain of his appearances and he will admit that he is proud of his looks. Others may also say that he is.... unique, and they seem to pause before coming up with the word, and yet again he will side with them but he disagrees with them on many other topics. They say that he is generally happy, but they can not see into his mind and heart.
On that note he hates to let others see his true emotions and he will brag that he is very good at hiding them. He is not the most talented hunter but he is good enough to survive. His strength is in fighting which is ironic because he would rather avoid others altogether most of the time.When it comes to it though where he is forced to fight for his life, love, and land he will do so happily a smirk on his muzzle most of the time, though if he knows he is in for a match that will challenge him he will wipe the silly half smile of his face and grace his opponent with a snarl. His sense of humor is quick but in itself a critic to all jokes, though he does so love riddles very much, please feel free to try yours on him some time!
He is never anything less than straight foreword which others will sometimes annoy others. In fact it makes many others believe that he is a heartless just a plain out jerk, but hey it's who he is. He is not one to lie to make others feel better, even if he'd help them in doing so and most of the time some go away hating him for it but he refuses to change so that others will like him. Also it is a little fun to mess with others once in a while, though he'd rather watch as others mess with each other.
Likes:
~Taking walks by himself
~Climbing
~The moonlight
Dislikes:
~His past
~Talking
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History:
Forgotten's life has been a hard one, though some might say it's been a nightmare. He was born on the waning quarter moon along with his brother. He was born to a forest where the cats lived in what they called packs, the number of them was always changing unlike the four clans, and his parent's pack had been small. Back then he had a different name, the one his mother gave him, Zinro. His brother was called Ninko and Forgotten had loved him dearly. Their mother was the alpha of her pack and their father, almost rivaling her in size, was the alpha male. His mother did not care for him though, Ninko was her favored kit and he was the one left behind. His father saw this and tried to cheer him up by making Forgotten his favored kit, but even as a kit he saw how his father loved his brother as evenly as him still.
Forgotten and his brother would often go out playing in the woods, though their mother didn't want Forgotten to play with him. One time they were playing near the dens of some deer bucks and a sudden bang rang out through the forest and in their ears. Forgotten looked over at his brother to see that he was bleeding heavily from the chest, his eyes were half panicked half pained. He yelped loudly as a last pain came over him and then he fell, dead. Forgotten was still only 4 moons old so he didn't understand this and he stood there trying to wake his brother up until his mother came along.
Seeing her favorite son dead with her uselessly soft son, for Forgotten had been a softy back then, standing over him and nipping at his ear as if to wake him, must have driven his mother mad. As Forgotten looked over at her a sudden aggressiveness came over her and she snarled angrily at him. That snarl, he has never, never been able to get it out of his mind. Next he could remember she had chased him away biting at his tail as he fled in a confused rush. If his father would have been there he might not have been chased away but alas his father wasn't and he was.
He spent most of the rest of his time as a roving male loner, by then he had given himself the name Forgotten hoping at best to grow old without being killed first, but then, when he was about 12 moons old, he met Incra. She was a beautiful cat, same as him, and she had the kindest blue eyes you've ever seen. She was an obvious loner so naturally they decided to try and make their own pack. Soon she was with kits and they were content with each other. 3 moons later their kits were born. There were two of them, just like him and his brother, but theirs were females. He loved them both so much but the smallest one, Alma, was too small for the time of the year at which she was born and one morning they woke up to find she had rolled away from her mother's warmth in the night and froze to death. They weren't even one moon old so their other daughter, Litta, didn't even know she had a sister by the time she started to actually speak and remember such things.
Being alpha male of a new pack has responsibilities as well as alpha female and while Forgotten was hunting for Incra, who was once again heavy with kits, and Litta, she was growing stronger every day but still too young to help. For days he tracked a young and meaty rabbit who had broken her back leg and was barely keeping up with her colony, like a pack to survive when injured you must stick together. While he was gone a terrible storm raged through the forest and when Forgotten returned to his roughly claimed territory there was nothing but the remains of a wild fire and his mate and kit where gone forever from his life.
Since then Forgotten has traveled far and long and has reached this haven for him and others. He does not feel sorrow and hopeless as other wolves in his situation might though instead he only uses his experiences to help him survive and grow stronger. He has been invited to join Shadowclan and has accepted the offer greatfully.
IC Example:
Forgotten Crouched silently in the tall grasses watching the injured rabbit from a few paces behind, it was almost time for his hard tracking to be paid off as the rabbit colony settled for a rest to graze some of the little grass that could be found. The stormy clouds above didn't bother Forgotten even though they seemed almost pitch black. He sank his claws quietly into the soft snow under his wide paws, the frost in between his toes cracking slightly as he flexed them. A light wind blew the sent of the rabbit to-wards him, because of course he had knew enough to stay down wind of his prey.
A sudden rumble of thunder growled deeply in the clouds and Forgotten reflected ruefully that he was not the only one hunting tonight, the elements were going to be having their fun as well. Then he remembered something important about storms, the rabbits would try to find shelter if it started to rain and all of his days of work would have been for nothing and his pack, though small, would go hungry. Now he had a cause to hurry, which in his experience made his hunting skills sloppy.
Just as he was about to pounce and kill, a wetness hit his nose softly, then another and another, soon he could see it was raining and his fur became heavier until he could feel it's wetness on it's skin. The rabbits obviously felt it too and they started to hop away for the cover of the thick forest. Letting out a sighing growl to himself Forgotten pushed of and ran at his prey who was lagging behind the others just enough that he might have a chance. When he was in killing range though he slipped on the newly forming mud and fell in it, the rabbit getting away. Standing up wearily he sighed gruffly to himself morning his loss and the dirtying of his coat.
Setting off back for home he stopped suddenly as he saw multiple lightning bolts were flashing in his home's direction and that a red glowing and rising smoke was also coming from that direction. His heart faltered as he remembered the near birth condition his mate had been in when he left and of his daughter, still a little clumsy when running. If that was a fire as he suspected and it was in their home they wouldn't likely make it out. If they did though he would never likely be able to find them again even though his tracking skills were fine they weren't good enough to scent and find them through ruins of a fire. Letting out a long sad yowl hoping that they might reply, though he knew it was impossible, he set of for home with a heavy heart and running paws.
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Who Are You?
Forgotten
How Did You Find Us?
I actually forgot about this site, until I got the email... so I dug up my old profile which is this bio and used it.
Other Characters:
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