Post by elise on Feb 21, 2011 12:50:11 GMT -8
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
Ghostheart[/sub]
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU?
Tom[/sub]
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
Thirty-eight Moons[/sub]
WHAT CLAN ARE YOU LOYAL TO?
Windclan[/sub]
WHAT IS YOUR RANK?
Warrior [Deputy][/sub]
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?
Long haired gray tabby tom with poison green eyes.[/sub]
CAN YOU GO INTO MORE DETAIL PLEASE
A lean, big tabby tom with long hair and beautiful green eyes. He's big, standing at 18 inches and weighing in at 22 pounds. His coat is tight and thick, while his tail is long and bushy. He has lean muscles under all that fur and is quiet fit for running and leaping. His bones are well structured, stock, but he's still a quick feline. His long hair keeps him both warm in the winter and cool in the summer since nothing can get through it. However, it does hold water when he gets wet.[/sub]
WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
Ghostheart is one of those extremely outgoing cats, all it takes is good company and some fun times to pick his mood up from the brooding state it can get into from time to time. Though he loves to play around every once in awhile. He's more of the leave me to my work types. There are moments when you can pull him from his thoughts and other times when you have to sit there and yell at him over and over again until he demands for the information of what you want. He doesn't like cats who sit and nag him for hours at a time, so sometimes it's best to just leave the poor boy alone until after he's done with his work or you might just get your head bitten off.[/sub]
Ghostheart can be a very happy feline at times and is more than a little interesting when he's been in a fight, that doesn't happen often seeing as it would ruin his reputation. He's one of those ones who laughs at everything and anything. Sometimes it makes people want to give him a good smack over the head for the way he can act, but everyone can be stupid at times. Many people just forgive him because he's one of those handsome felines that no one can say no to. One of the high class cats who just captures the eye and never lets you look away without a fight. Ghostheart is just one of those types.
In relationships he can be very protective. He doesn't like it when whoever he is with goes off and is reckless. It makes him nervous and then he doesn't know what to do with himself, so he rarely flirts and spends much of his time with his thoughts and the open air rather than she-cats. He's not the type to be so overly protective he drives you crazy, but there are just some things in his life that has caused him to react to things the way he does. Deep down Ghostheart is a warrior.
YOUR FAMILY TREE
[Parents] Unknown[/sub]
[Sister] Silverpool - Unknown
[Adoptive Mother] Rainstorm - Silver tabby she-cat - Alive
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT
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This was a nice feeling, one that really made me feel happy for once. I’d never been this happy or at peace. For once, I felt like I actually belonged in my skin. It didn’t happen often that I was at home in my own being, but I was and it was a delightful feeling. I wondered if she was what had been calling to me in my sleep. I dreamed, all the time and in every dream I’d ever sad, someone was telling me that my destiny was just around the corner and all I had to do was look there and I would find the one who would complete me. I never realized that it was this she-cat. This one female who called to me so softly, but I’d never heard it. Not until this moment. It had taken this long for me to so much as speak to her. Starclan worked in strange ways, but today was the day I was to find her and today was the day I was to learn from her and her to learn from me. I wasn’t as wise as other cats much older than I, but I had my ways and I had my words, that was all I needed.
A low chuckle left my vocals and I nodded my head, I’d seen more than one mother scold her kit by boxing their ears. It wasn’t an uncommon thing. First time mothers normally didn’t do it, but if it was their second or third it was the reaction they gave to their kits. “It’s the best way of teaching little ones what they can and can’t do. Otherwise, how would they learn?” It was just a fact of life that she-cats were a bit aggressive with their little ones. Sure, they didn’t let others get that way with them, but they would allow themselves to teach their kits to behave. I knew she-cats who just didn’t care and then when their young ones were apprentices you had to teach them yourself and it wasn’t always pretty how mean some of the mentors could get when apprentices wouldn’t listen. Lazing about was not something warriors did and these kits always had a lazy streak, so have a mother that pushed you around bit, helped to keep you active and on your toes. It also taught you not to talk back to those above you.
Whenever I did something, I wondered what she was feeling. I worried about every little move I made. I didn’t want to make her mad and I didn’t want to offend her by doing something that she didn’t like. I assumed she didn’t mind it since she didn’t move away from my touch. I wonder if my words were affecting her. I wasn’t always one to sit and talk like this. I was social, yes, but I wasn’t someone who gave long speeches. I was sure that would be my downfall as a leader, but I could deal with that. I learned from my flaws and worked to change them into strengths. A leader of few words was better than a leader who talked too much. That was not what I needed to be worrying about at this moment. Cinderfrost was what my mind always turned to. Would she understand why I was telling her these things? I hoped so because I wanted her to be happy, I didn’t want her to worry about whether her sister forgave her or not. I believed that each cat that died was shown why they had died. There was a reason for it all.
She moved closer and I felt my chest swell with delight. She was close and warm. I’d never allowed a she-cat this close to me. I’d always avoided the touch of another, only for the fact that I wasn’t sure if I could deal with it. I knew I could, if it was her and that was fine by me. I’d never wanted to touch or be touched by anyone, now I loved this feeling. It was over powering how much I enjoyed it. My head turned at her words. Maybe I had gotten through to her? My ears pricked in her direction, listening to what she was saying. I was glad that she got it though, that she understood what I had just told her. If she hadn’t understood, I wasn’t sure what I would have done. “That’s why you should do just that. Live the best way you can.” That was all I could think of saying to what she had said. There were no other words that needed to be spoken at this moment; she just needed to realize the rest herself. I couldn’t decide what she would do. I couldn’t choose her path for her.
Her words didn’t reach my ears, but I knew she’d taken what I’d said to heart. That was all I needed to know to feel like I had accomplished something. I could have stayed like this forever, but then it seemed like that wouldn’t be possible. We had a clan to take care of and food to take back to them. We couldn’t waste too much time lazing about here. We still had more hunting to do and sitting around here all day would not get that done, but I didn’t want to move. I never wanted to move. That was, until her words hit my ears. I froze for a moment, just letting them sink in before my muscles loosened and I lifted my head. A purr erupted forward and without thinking, I rubbed my forehead against her neck gently. I wasn’t sure how to put into words what needed to be said, but I knew I had to figure it out sooner or later. “Well, Cinderfrost. . . I like you too.” The words came out as sheepish as an apprentice with its first crush. I’d never felt at such a loss for words in my life.
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