Post by Dragon on Nov 8, 2009 3:14:47 GMT -5
Name: Kraftig(Powerful and vigorous in German)
Position: Loner
Clan: None
Gender: Tom
Age: 60 moons old
Description: This cat, is not normal. He is odd and strange sight to behold. The first thing you see is his immense, over-powering size. He carries only bulging muscle that forms his entire body. He usually carries himself higher then other cats, with a proud face that has the aura of a strong cat in his prime. If you look upon his strong face, his stormy blue eyes stare into the world with a great calm. He lacks the scars of combat despite his awesome size. He seems to seek peace in the times of darkness, and between his light eyes there is a ring of light gray fur which forms upward into a stripe. The tips of his well rounded ears are gray tipped, and around his left eye there is a semi-circle of square like dots. Upon his body, he is covered with short, dark gray fur. It blends well with the shadows, and is bleached silver in the holy moonlight. Many see the dark color of his fur as an omen of evil, but he seems to take these words as just that, words. He has a creamy which crawls up onto his throat, and flares out onto his cheeks. Upon his larger, bear like paws, he had black curved claws and they are practically white, as will as his hind paws. His rump is the same color as his facial marks, it splits of onto a stripe down his tail that forms into a downward hook at the end. Finally, from his head stripe, it does down his head and forks onto both of his sides and turns into a single stripe that ends at the middle of his side. Kraftig is large and mighty, with the eyes of a docile kitten.
Personality: Kraftig is a gentle beast. A monster in size, but he couldn't hurt a single cat if he tried. He tries to solves the issues with his words, but when it comes to a fight he is more powerful and vigorous then what other warriors could put forth in a fight. He has no allegiances, he lives alone in the peaceful rest of all that is quiet. He doesn't like loud sounds, or anything cat could disturb his long dozing. Maybe the sleep gives him extra power, but he can travel long distances without needing to feed himself. But he barely ever travels, and even when he passes through heavily lived in areas he doesn't like to communicate with others. He doesn't like having the issues of having a loyalty to one person. Enjoying his life alone probably made him more peaceful, and easy going when he finally finds someone he can talk with. But there is one thing that can cut through his coldness to new cats, kits are his most prized treasure. The big cat cannot let anyone hurt one of the young things, and will defend them with his life it came down to that. Its not uncommon for him to be seen with a lost kit tailing behind him in search of his parents. But as soon as the kit's parents are found, Kraftig is immediately gone, not wanting to accept thanks or threats or even speak at all.
History: Kraftig was born with one sibling, Liscio, a she-cat who didn't share his gentle spirit, or monstrous size. It seemed off to see sometimes, that this monster was being bullied by his much, much smaller sister. While he disliked to speak, she had a long like a snake. Sharp and mean to her brother and even her mother. She seemed to have no mercy for anyone. But one day, Kraftig got very angry and took on a savage side that few ever see. He brutally tackled his sister, and took his claws across her face. None were more surprised that Kraftig himself. And due to his monstrous size and power, three bloody were going down her right eye, matting her face with blood.
He had taken a step back, and as a result to this provoked act Liscio was left blinded in that eye and her acid tongue was even sharper, and she bullied even more. Kraftig grew up under this violent tyrant, but he demeanor was never broken and he never fought back against his kin. When he was young, while avoiding his sister, he was taught to fight and hunt, though he disliked fighting profusely. Due to his size, he was a clumsy but efficient hunter. He was never a grand runner, but he learned to travel with extreme efficiency. At 12 moons old, he tore away from his family, and wandered into the woods by himself where he remained in solitude. Hes never had much interest in meeting new cats, and now roams alone. But his peaceful life is going to be soon interrupted by the unwanted interruption of danger.
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Position: Loner
Clan: None
Gender: Tom
Age: 60 moons old
Description: This cat, is not normal. He is odd and strange sight to behold. The first thing you see is his immense, over-powering size. He carries only bulging muscle that forms his entire body. He usually carries himself higher then other cats, with a proud face that has the aura of a strong cat in his prime. If you look upon his strong face, his stormy blue eyes stare into the world with a great calm. He lacks the scars of combat despite his awesome size. He seems to seek peace in the times of darkness, and between his light eyes there is a ring of light gray fur which forms upward into a stripe. The tips of his well rounded ears are gray tipped, and around his left eye there is a semi-circle of square like dots. Upon his body, he is covered with short, dark gray fur. It blends well with the shadows, and is bleached silver in the holy moonlight. Many see the dark color of his fur as an omen of evil, but he seems to take these words as just that, words. He has a creamy which crawls up onto his throat, and flares out onto his cheeks. Upon his larger, bear like paws, he had black curved claws and they are practically white, as will as his hind paws. His rump is the same color as his facial marks, it splits of onto a stripe down his tail that forms into a downward hook at the end. Finally, from his head stripe, it does down his head and forks onto both of his sides and turns into a single stripe that ends at the middle of his side. Kraftig is large and mighty, with the eyes of a docile kitten.
Personality: Kraftig is a gentle beast. A monster in size, but he couldn't hurt a single cat if he tried. He tries to solves the issues with his words, but when it comes to a fight he is more powerful and vigorous then what other warriors could put forth in a fight. He has no allegiances, he lives alone in the peaceful rest of all that is quiet. He doesn't like loud sounds, or anything cat could disturb his long dozing. Maybe the sleep gives him extra power, but he can travel long distances without needing to feed himself. But he barely ever travels, and even when he passes through heavily lived in areas he doesn't like to communicate with others. He doesn't like having the issues of having a loyalty to one person. Enjoying his life alone probably made him more peaceful, and easy going when he finally finds someone he can talk with. But there is one thing that can cut through his coldness to new cats, kits are his most prized treasure. The big cat cannot let anyone hurt one of the young things, and will defend them with his life it came down to that. Its not uncommon for him to be seen with a lost kit tailing behind him in search of his parents. But as soon as the kit's parents are found, Kraftig is immediately gone, not wanting to accept thanks or threats or even speak at all.
History: Kraftig was born with one sibling, Liscio, a she-cat who didn't share his gentle spirit, or monstrous size. It seemed off to see sometimes, that this monster was being bullied by his much, much smaller sister. While he disliked to speak, she had a long like a snake. Sharp and mean to her brother and even her mother. She seemed to have no mercy for anyone. But one day, Kraftig got very angry and took on a savage side that few ever see. He brutally tackled his sister, and took his claws across her face. None were more surprised that Kraftig himself. And due to his monstrous size and power, three bloody were going down her right eye, matting her face with blood.
He had taken a step back, and as a result to this provoked act Liscio was left blinded in that eye and her acid tongue was even sharper, and she bullied even more. Kraftig grew up under this violent tyrant, but he demeanor was never broken and he never fought back against his kin. When he was young, while avoiding his sister, he was taught to fight and hunt, though he disliked fighting profusely. Due to his size, he was a clumsy but efficient hunter. He was never a grand runner, but he learned to travel with extreme efficiency. At 12 moons old, he tore away from his family, and wandered into the woods by himself where he remained in solitude. Hes never had much interest in meeting new cats, and now roams alone. But his peaceful life is going to be soon interrupted by the unwanted interruption of danger.
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