Post by Blade on Nov 27, 2009 18:36:12 GMT -8
Name: Carsovia
Allegiance: Sun claws
Position: Chief
Gender: tom
Age: 3 seasons 2 moons
Physical Description: Lean, limber, dignified.Car looks like a true ray of sunlight. His pelt is gleaming shade of ember brown. Its almost the shade of pumpkin. It glows like fire in the sun. His fur is split by random but almost invisible stripes. They are slightly darker then the rest of his pelt, and thus are almost hidden until he spikes up his pelt. Along his chest and his paws is a paler fluff. His fur flickers with sunlight every time the sun catches it, it slips off his fur with an almost radiant gleam. His eyes are royal blue. His body is tall and strong. His limbs are strong and long, prepared for a long trek or a neat slap move. His features are narrow and sharp, like a Siamese
The Good: Carsovia is extremely kind. He is helpful and cheerful, claiming it is the sun who grants his almost whimsical way of thinking. He isn't stupid, far from it. Car is intelligent to a fine degree, which is why he was chosen by the previous chief. The ginger brute is calm and efficient, though he does enjoy a good joke or story. The thought of cats like 'Scourge' and 'bloodclan' make his tail fluff up with hatred, he is filled to the brim with sympathy for the clans. He worries over the fate of his own group, if he were to join this battle, how many of them would suffer?
The Bad: He is overly trusting. His bright cheerful nature getting him hurt far to often. Car can be very protective, and it battles with his helpful nature. He wants to protect his claw's, but he wants to protect the survivors as well. His mind is torn and his heart is left twitching. The stress has made him snappier than usual and he is constantly pacing. He rarely confides in any cat, hating to admit he didn't know what to do. It makes him feel weak, not being able to make up his own mind. He shuffles about on his own very often, thinking so hard his head starts to buzz.
History: The sun rose slowly, its soft lights brushing against his pelt. Ginger glowing like burning coals, his fur rippled in the soft almost gentle breeze.Carsovia blinked, his wide blue eyes gazing out across the twoleg's dens. He sat atop a large stone pillar, watching as the sun rose to greet him. A low purr brushed up out of his throat. Even with so much responsibility on his shoulders, Carsovia managed to do this almost every morning. What better way to worship the mother then to bask in her glowing rays? but today... today would change things. Today would change things forever. Car sat, tail tucked neatly over his cream paws when a yowl had him pelting down his throne.
A pale yellow claw ran toward him, her green eyes wide with fear and curiosity. "Hail Chief Carsovia!" she yelped, skidding to a stop. "Father Car! Ger sent me to tell you! Cats coming up the mountain tops!" Carsovia blinked, his limbs quivering. "Rising from the mountain tops?" he asked, royal blue eyes widening with wonder. Like a kit who had just heard a tale of wonder, Car bounded off limbs flying. "Wait up!" the yellow Fae yowled, pelting after her leader. The orange tom cat didn't slow, if anything his small paws sped up. Toping a large hill, the only thing blocking his view from the high stones, Carsovia slid to a stop. His breath snapped out in a shocked huff. Holaa slammed to a stop mer paw lengths behind him.
"See!" she gasped, emerald eyes brimming with worry. "New comers, coming from the tall rocks!" Car's eyes gleamed. "but why?" he mewed, leaning forward slightly. He claws dug into the heather under paw, his sky eyes locked on the small procession of cats trotting toward him. Holaa started. "Why does it matter? Different cats, not even nodding to the mother sun! We should have nothing to do with them!" She shook her head defiantly. Car glanced at her, pity and disappointment glinting in his suddenly hard eyes. "Why would the mother wish us to turn away cats on the paw?" Carsovia flicked his gaze back to the group of cats, one of them a gray she-cat had spotted him, her tail stuck up. "You are foolish if you think the sun would let us abandon ones striding under her gaze!" Car shot an annoyed glance at Holaa as she backed away. "Y-Yes chief... I will go tell Ger?" she took another step back, before whipping about. Her white tail streamed behind her as she pelted off heather whipping at her haunches. Car bunched his muscles, before jumping forward, his claws almost came off int he thick grass about them. "Hail, strangers of the high stones!" he yowled. The ginger cat at the forefront of the group jumped in shock. "Welcome friends!" he called, coming nearer and nearer to the group....
Other: his name means radiance, also is it OK that I made them speak so... oddly?
