Hollowbreath

[FuzyBee]

Name: Hollowbreath
Gender: Tom
Age: 24moons
Clan: Onyxclan
Rank: Deputy

Can you find him?

Description: Muscles make up the bulk of his short yet thick body. His stocky frame is built perfectly for fighting, making him a deadly opponent. Though his legs are not long, he is still quite fast, relying on his powerful haunches to propel his. He is very sure footed, his paws rarely slip or stumble, and their pads have adapted thickly from a youth of jumping on boulders.

His eyes are dark and piercing, with an eerie empty feel to them. He has long dark whiskers, that help him through, the rare, unknown places. He has long claws and sharp teeth that both yearn to shred pelts like leaves. Hollowbreath has a short black pelt, with not a hair of white on him. He camouflages easily with his territory.

Summary: A powerful tom, the colour of shadows.

Personality: Once you befriend him, you have a much larger chance of surviving the better part of your life. He has very thick skin, not giving a dang what other think or say, as long as it does not hinder his life. Since he is not clever or cunning, he relies purely on his strength to rule, which is the reason he does not strive for the leader position. Although he is easily one of the strongest cats in the clan, he is loyal to Starclan. Hollowbreath does not wish to bring his clan down with his leadership, so is content being a deputy. He is aware of his youth, and strives to prove himself loyal and worthy of his position.

Although friendships are rare to this almost solitary cat, if you’re lucky enough to be considered one, he will be loyal to the end. Enemies are much more plausible, for just about every cat outside his clan is one. He is not one for words, so if you’re not from his clan, and he finds you in his territory, he’ll probably just kill you, no questions asked. To others it may seem that he has no fear, or weakness.

He takes his position in the clan seriously, and if he asks you to do something expects it done. He works hard, picking up any slack and hunting in his spare time. Though he has a soft side, he thinks it is a weakness if any other cat sees, so keeps his emotions hidden. He secretly loves kits, and has a privet hope to someday be a father. Hollowbreath enjoys teaching his knowledge to others, and is excited for the day he can be a mentor.

History: Hollowbreath was born and raised in the shadows of Onyxclan. He was sheltered since birth, after his only sibling died in birth. His mother and father were older, so this would be their last litter, they protected him more then needed. His favorite game was easily hide and seek, though no other kits would play with him, for he would always win. They preferred fighting games, since he would surly loose being the scrawny kit he was. His rough kit hood strengthened him, making him stronger mentally, but also closing him off from his emotions.

Hollowbreath was picked on until he became an apprentice, which was hard for him. Though his mentor was patient and kind, Hollowbreath was his own worst enemy, being much too hard on himself. He would push himself until he practically had to be dragged into his bed. His mother and father tried to protect him still, until a confrontation of their ways broke their leash. Though they still loved him, they let him go. He grew quickly then, developing muscles and filling out. Soon he was able to fight better then his old den mates, and hunting came easily.

Soon after that he was made a warrior, then deputy.

Role-Play Sample: Hollowbreath walked calmly through the morning shadows, a trail of disturbed morning dew tailing him. He had no real need to be out in the woods, he was not hunting nor patrolling, just wandering. ‘Deputy.’ He thought. It was his first real day as the Onyxclan deputy, and to say the least, he was still a little stunned. He thought himself still so young compared to other clan members, but the vainness in him stated it was the right choice.

A crow cawed high in the canopy of dark leaves, startling him out of his thoughts. Strangely he was almost to the Great Marsh, and hastily changed his coarse. He had no desire to go to the lands that sucked his paws into the earth, and pulled at his coat. It was the only place in this territory he didn’t like, but would never tell anyone that.

Deciding he shouldn’t be absent on his first day, he began to make his way back to the camp. Idly renewing scent markers on the way. Though there were roots and stones hindering the path, he did not stumbled once. He was well used to the uneven ground, and the dangers that hid in the dark. He felt safe here, as if the dark were a safe den he could hide in. When the entrance to the camp came into view, he trotted proudly in. Ready to face his new role to the clan, he would show everyone he was worthy, and if they didn’t like it… well, he was sure some animal hidden in the dark territory would happily eat their corpse.

Password: Tsk Tsk! =o You guys better stop slacking and make a password ;P

[W i S H]

There is a password now. =D

[FuzyBee]

Lmao XD


Password:Doughnuts