Post by ACE! the cannibal on May 9, 2011 16:00:53 GMT -5
colorcry
ALWAYS TRY TO LEARN
TO LOVE THE ONES THAT DON'T LOVE YOU IN RETURN
WE'RE JUST TRYING TO FIND SOME COLOR IN THIS BLACK AND WHITE WORLD
ALWAYS TRY TO LEARN
TO LOVE THE ONES THAT DON'T LOVE YOU IN RETURN
WE'RE JUST TRYING TO FIND SOME COLOR IN THIS BLACK AND WHITE WORLD
NAME...colorkitcolorpawcolorcry
AGE... 24 moons
GENDER... Male
CLAN... CheetahClan
POSITION... Warrior
SPECIES... Asiatic Cheetah
APPEARANCE... With a shiny, glistening golden coat, in the correct light, Colorcry looks almost neon bright and he takes much pride in his looks. Often spiffying himself up in hopes of attracting pretty kitties, Colorcry is often smiling and teasing others, rarely a frown on his face. His eyes are a mystifying burnt orange that glow on his face. With his lovely looks, Colorcry hates being known as ugly or dirty, so every single part of his fur must be in perfect condition and he even files his nails down to a fine point so they click musically when he enters a room. His voice is smooth as rock, suave as well, never faltering even when he lies. On his right cheek, lies three deep scar marks, which he constantly tries to comb over, embarrassed that he has them.
PERSONALITY...His personality is a kaleidoscope of colors, and his charisma and attitude is a bright as any rainbow, as when Colorcry truly owns those few friends he has. With a cunning tongue and contagious charisma, Colorcry is known of optimism, and ability to calm any hurricane with his steady flow of words.
Colorcry is a flirtatious fellow, who enjoys the ladies swooning at him. He is a hero to the kits, a friendly chap to the ladies his age and a beast to the elders who giggle and swoon at his company when he visits. He's a heart breaker, with a smug look on his maw and a flick of his tail. He gets along better with the females it seems, then those jealous males who ruff up his mane and dirty his fur with their brutal little games. Even as a kit, Colorcry would avoid messy games, of course back then, his vanity was seen as cute.
He is a fun-loving male, who is very rarely serious and I quote 'being serious gives you wrinkles'. He takes pride in his coat and claws and makes sure people appreciate his being there. Almost a high and mighty god, Colorcry has been told to stuff it, with his steady stream of self compliments, and hours in the rivers and lakes, smoothing his fur. He doesn't care, because he's the creme de la creme, and he makes sure that fact is known.
Despite all of this, underneath that carefully groomed coat, is a true friend. Extremely loyal to all he meets, with big heart. His outgoing nature, can get him into trouble, but with a dazzling smile and heart warming laugh, he usually dodges his way out of trouble. Although he can be a real jerk when it comes to appearances, which can make him about a shallow as a puddle.
Colorcry was given his name for his rather neon yellow coat, so colorful than the rest of his siblings. With a great love for colors itself, Colorcry sees the words in shapes, patterns, scents and smells, with a strange ability to see things and hear things in color. His entire world is lit up with rainbows and shines, which although causes headaches, makes him a suitable warrior, for this ability allows him to see scents that have long since passed away.
HISTORY...Colorcry was the youngest of two, born with his sister, Cloudkit. Although the birthing was painful, it caused Colorcry's mother to experience some problems. She was frantic when her cubs were mewling for milk and she had known to give. However a watchful mother watched her kits and shared her milk with her kits, two moons older. And so Colorkit grew up with a strict father, a rather hostile mother and silent sister, who obeyed their parents whim. In fact, you could say the entire family hated him. The first incident was when Colorkit was complaining to the leader that his sister should change her name to Dust. At first, everyone was amused. But after some discovery, Colorkit was complaining that she smelled of dust and her voice was grey. After some trials, the medicine cat explained that he was perfectly healthy in every manner, but this strange ability to see shapes and colors was something he had heard of every once in a awhile. Some found it cool and that made Colorcry popular with everyone, but his parents viewed it as a blemish.
Colorkit was the ringleader of a rather rebellious group of kits that snuck out of camp, broke the rules and stole the entire medicine cat's store of honey. When he turned into an apprentice, his mischievous, fun-loving attitude didn't stop. His warrior mentor was a she-cat and it didn't take much for Colorcry to overwhelm her with his loving personality and complimenting tongue. So while everyone was still apprentices, Colorcry was named a warrior at 14 moons, when in reality he should have stayed an apprentice. At 18 moons, Colorcry's father fell into a terrible bout of whitecough that had affected all the clans and his father had collapsed in a series of coughs. Colorcry and his mother were in the den, and they both heard their father's last words. you disgust me. And his father passed away painfully. Immediately, his mother turned on him, screaming and attacking him verbally. The medicine cat blamed her high emotions on the kits that were coming and the death of her mate, but Colorcry knew better.
Two moons later, his mother gave birth to a healthy litter of three. A lover of kits, Colorcry visited his mother only to face the wrath of her claws as she struck downwards leaving a brutal marking of three on his cheek. Bleeding, he was shocked and he barely heard her words. you are longer my son. His mother raised her new litter never knowing that Colorcry was their brother and he barely visits her now, as she is now an elder, who spends most of her time sunning out of camp.
