Post by Cloudsplash on Mar 21, 2010 20:18:27 GMT -5
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Your Name/Nickname: Evelyn, Eve, Vv, anything that sounds like them is fine. =]
Any other characters?
- Duskwind: Frostclan
- Cloverwing: Nightclan
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Barketh
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Email, PM, Chatango, s'all good.
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I went sneaking around another site's Ad-section x3
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Characters Name: Cloudsplash
Clan/Group: Loner
Gender: Tom
Age: 20 Moons
Rank: Former Nightclan Warrior
Family/Mate:
Father- Blackfang: Condition Unknown
Mother- Rainfur: Deceased
Sister- Cloverwing
Niece- Amberpaw
Appearance:
Though just as lovely as his sister, the tom is not all similar in appearance. With a medium-length coat of gray and white, the tom's pelt is patterned in a variety of smokey patches. With each patch sown over with darker gray stripes, Cloudsplash's fur is strangely softer than that of most other cats, and this is probably why he is was always quite welcome in the Warrior's Den. Though taller than his sister, Cloudsplash is also smaller than most other warriors. While not tiny, his frame is light and not as built as that of most warriors or Rouges.
Bright-eyed, Cloudsplash was born with Heterochromia, causing one eye to be green and the other blue. While his left eye takes after his mother's sapphire gaze, it is his father's emerald orb that often catches the attention of others. With lighter, intricate golden lines, the green can often be mistaken for a bright hazel, and due to the fact that Rainfur's father was hazel-eyed, it was usually an object of discussion as to whether Cloudsplash took after his father at all. In fact, it seemed all his genes were maternal; he was, after all, the mirror reflection of his mother.
Personality:
Not only in appearance, but in nature Cloudsplash is also quite different from his father and sister. Quiet and soft-spoken, many cats question whether he is shy, bad at expressing himself, or just naturally aloof, when in truth he just doesn't have that much to say. Or rather, he's too polite to speak his thoughts aloud. One of those cats who only gives his opinion when asked, he has never really changed this trait about himself despite the many times Cloverwing has hinted that he speak up more. With a laid-back personality to cool down his fiery sister, many onlookers often thought that the two were like fire and water; always there to balance each other out, and they seemed to make the best pair of littermates.
With his nonchalant and relaxed nature, Cloudsplash is easy to get along with seeing as he is never demanding, though occasionally he can seem rather unwilling to fight. Whether it's because he's smaller than most toms or due to the bright innocence in his eyes, many cats view him as a sweet little brother thanks to his consideration, though in truth he is often bothered inside when others say this. Cloudsplash has always been treated like the younger brother, and despite the fact that he was only in this position to Cloverwing, ironically his older sister was the only one who treated him like he wasn't. Rather than littermates, the two were best friends, and it is only around cats he's comfortable with that he will speak his mind without being asked first.
Past:
See Cloverwing's Bio History for the first half~
--Continuation on Cloudsplash's History--
It was during the fight with the badger that Cloudsplash lost his footing when the creature charged at him. Being small for a warrior and built with a delicate structure, it was all the silver and white tom could do to keep from getting crushed as the two rolled down the hill. Of course, it wasn't like Cloudsplash was only at a disadvantage physically; the tom's mind was in disarray. Whitefire had been his mentor, and the young tom knew how much his sister had loved the deputy. Seeing her in such a state of shock and mind-numbing grief was something new to him. Even when their father had left them, never before had he seen her so petrified.
The tom and the badger rolled right into the river, and from there it was darkness. Cloudsplash, in his desperation to escape the jaws of death, smashed his head against a rock and was knocked out. Perhaps due to the fact that the water was shallow in the New-leaf drought, the tom's body floated downstream where it remained submerged. It was a miracle that he didn't drown, for when he awoke, his head was rested on dry land. It was possible that he'd either been washed ashore or a wandering feline had taken pity and dragged his body out, but when he awoke he was half-in and half-out of the water. It appeared that the warrior had made it out safe and sound, but there was one thing missing; his memory.
All Cloudsplash could recall was his name, and he was filled with a sudden fear of the world around him. He didn't know who he was, and where he'd come from, nor could he figure out where he was and why he was there. It wasn't until the cat who had saved him returned with herbs that he was given a little more detail. The cat, a loner, told him that he'd washed downstream after what seemed to be a fight by the looks of the scratches and bitemarks along his pelt. Luckily, his rescuer was patient and explained the forest in detail. He elaborated on the four clans who inhabited the woods, and suggested Cloudsplash visit them sometime due to the fact that his name sounded strangely similar to the funnily-named cats in the clans. Cloudsplash took the loner's advice and, after giving his thanks, set off in the direction he was given. However, it was not Frostclan he came across, but Streamclan. It didn't take long for them to recognize that his scent was not familiar, and he was immediately chased off despite his still-wet fur and reopened wounds. Cloudsplash gave up on finding his clan due to the fear of being chased off despite his distressed state. All he can remember about the clans is that he feels a strange longing to return to the dark woods where he senses that someone important to him is waiting. For Cloudsplash, it is just a question of which is stronger; the yearning for his forgotten sister or the overwhelming fear of being pushed away.
Other:
Yep, I'ma make Amberpaw after this. =3
By: Eve[/black]
