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Post by .x[y]uki-kin[s]x. on Jan 3, 2008 23:27:54 GMT -5
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Name: Yuki
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Age: Seven moons
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Clan: Loner
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Rank: Loner
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Gender: Tom
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Appearance: If set in a crowd of similar cats, one could easily distinguish Yuki from the others. A unique trait passed from his father's family, the loner has markings only on his face.
The tom's body is entirely gray, or, a rather light gray, if you will. On his forehead are two dark gray, circular spots. Underneath each eye is a swish of gray, much like that a cheetah would wear. These marks are unlike any other known living cat, so Yuki is easily recognized. Because of this, he is unable to steal from the same Clan twice in a row. They would easily recall that it was the same cat, and would be able to track him down.
Yuki has a rather thin build, measuring up to the size and weight of a very small apprentice. Even though he is small, his skin and bones are in good condition, providing a very good defense. The tom's pelt holds a medium length, just long enough not to be considered a short-haired. Yuki's fur is quite soft, and not at all silky. It's not very fluffy, and clings tight to his thin body.
The tom, other then his unique face markings, is pretty average, normal green eyes, normal proportioned tail and legs. Aside from being mute, Yuki is "normal."
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Personality: You probably wouldn't have thought it, but being born mute has drastic affects on a cat's personality. The average cat develops unique personality through communication, and the expressions they learn to put in their voices, such as the dramatizing of events or sarcasm. However, never being able to speak a word, or even make a single sound, can leave one drab and without expression. This is true to Yuki.
He rarely shows any expression on his face, despite what his feelings are. Happiness, sorrow, anger.... All feelings are expressed in the same manner. However, in his thoughts, he is not a drab and boring tom. No, Yuki has a vivid imagination and many ambitions for the future. By setting goals for himself and doing things on his own, the young tom has accomplished many things, whether it be stealing prey or hiding from Clan cats.
Yuki has developed a strong fear of Clan cats, ever since WindClanners killed his sister. Though it was probably unintentional, the tom has taken it very seriously and now believes anyone belonging to one of the four cat Clans was evil. He also has a deep misunderstanding of the four Clans, going as far as not knowing their names for sure. He simply knows where they live and not to go near them. However, since the abundance of prey in the four territories is thick, he has no intentions of leaving.
Though he dislikes it, Yuki is a skilled hunter. Despite his abilities, he only hunts when necessary. Aside from standard forest-rodents, he often dines on berries that are edible, often times berries that Clan cats are unaware of or have decided they have no medical value. If berries are unavailable, he will resort to lower tactics, such as licking sap from cuts in trees or stealing prey from hunting patrols. In the loner's mind, violence is an unnecessary factor of life, and tries to go along with the least amount of violence possible.
Even though he is against fighting of any sort, Yuki knows it to be true that there will only be true peace if the forest Clans are wiped out. Though there are little hopes of this, he'd be itching for the opportunity to give it a shot.
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History: Snow fell lightly from the sky, adding to the masses of the frozen water on the ground. Around two mouse lengths were piled up, making the life of many forest-dwellers miserable. The moor was just an icy waste land, and the river had patches of frozen water floating on top. Even the marsh had hardened into a solid surface in this dreadful weather.
"Help us!" called a voice. A small kit tumbled through the snow, followed by an even smaller one. "Help!" 'Your not loud enough...' thought the smaller kit.
"Oh, Yuki, what're we going to do?!" questioned the female kit, turning to her brother. Yuki blinked, his gaze resting on the snow ground. The snow was up to his belly.
'Hei Bai... Just give up...[/color]' he thought miserably. Their mother had been separated from them, and it was imperative that they found her. But so far... In this snow... They were having no luck what so ever.
Hei Bai, being the only one with a voice out of the two, let out shrieks for their mother over and over again. But no dice. No one would hear them here. The two had lived in the woods, near a creek. Now, they were out in the middle of a moor. It was hard to tell this, but the patches of slightly browned grass poking up from the snow gave it away.
Yuki shuddered as a gust blasted across the barren, snowy wasteland. Hei Bai let out a small squeal. Being mute, it was hard for the small tom to convey his thoughts to his sister, but hand to try. "Help!" she called again. Yuki nudged her gently. The kit turned to stare at him, her yellow eyes glittering with hope. The mute kit closed his eyes, and shook his head. His thin, dark green eyes were dim, showing that he had absolutely no hope in this situation.
The flakes of snow began to fall faster from the sky. The light snow was thickening rapidly, quickly turning into a major white out.
"Quick! I heard the voice from over here!" called a tom. He sounded young, probably only eight or nine moons old.
"It's probably some rogues trying to take advantage of us. Don't let your guard down." A stern tom was with the younger one, obviously not trusting Hei Bai's voice.
Yuki realized that their situation was worsening. He butted Hei Bai's shoulder, and began to lead her in a direction away from the voices. Something told him that those cats meant business, and wouldn't take kindly to stray kits.
Eventually, the two came upon a fallen tree, which lay beside a stream, a stream much larger then the one they had lived by. Despite its size, it was frozen over. The siblings made refuge of the tree, cowering among its branches, praying that they wouldn't be found.
***
"Come on, Heatherpaw!" called a voice.
The set of green eyes blinked, narrowing slightly.
"Wait up!" shouted a second voice, panting just barely audible.
He breathed in the scents, recognizing them as the island dwelling cats, the ones they called "RiverClan."
The two cats came into sight. At first glance, Yuki knew they were river-loving cats that trained to be fighting, killing machines. Ones built with only two things in mind:
Kill for food.
Kill for land.
He knew that this was all these cat-tribes lived for. They trained to kill one another. If not, then why train them to kill smaller animals or fight another of their own kind? This was the explanation, no matter what fancy names they had for it. He knew this for a fact. There was evidence.
The cats of the moors took the liberty of killing Yuki's beloved sister. It was then that the mute tom knew how these cats thrived. So now, he lived in hiding, just trying not to be viciously murdered by the cats of the four Clans.
Yuki watched as the two apprentices raced past him. If only he had been born to these closely knit families, yet, in a more peaceful time. A time when cats every thing in a peaceful manner. Eating from sources other then meat, or having territory disputes through words. And maybe, in that day and age, he would be gifted with a voice, like most cats. But that time would never happen. There would never be peace among the cats, and he would die before there would be any hope of having a voice to his name. He knew the destiny of these cats. War, and fighting, until there were none left. He knew his destiny, living in hiding as a mute cat.
Yuki let out a sigh. It wasn't really a sigh, but more like an exhaled breath, no sounds vocalized along with it. These thoughts continued through his mind. The small, seven-moon-old tom closed his eyes. Even though, perhaps, it wasn't what he had expected, the only way to bring peace was clear to him. Bringing peace meant destroying the four groups of cats, no matter how gruesome the task would be, for afterwards, there would be peace among all living things in the world.
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Other: Thinks in LIGHT BLUE
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Done: Uhm... It's sort of done. I'll add more if I feel it incomplete.
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If you don't understand his appearance, here is a sketch:
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---
Name: Yuki
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Age: Seven moons
---
Clan: Loner
---
Rank: Loner
---
Gender: Tom
---
Appearance: If set in a crowd of similar cats, one could easily distinguish Yuki from the others. A unique trait passed from his father's family, the loner has markings only on his face.
The tom's body is entirely gray, or, a rather light gray, if you will. On his forehead are two dark gray, circular spots. Underneath each eye is a swish of gray, much like that a cheetah would wear. These marks are unlike any other known living cat, so Yuki is easily recognized. Because of this, he is unable to steal from the same Clan twice in a row. They would easily recall that it was the same cat, and would be able to track him down.
Yuki has a rather thin build, measuring up to the size and weight of a very small apprentice. Even though he is small, his skin and bones are in good condition, providing a very good defense. The tom's pelt holds a medium length, just long enough not to be considered a short-haired. Yuki's fur is quite soft, and not at all silky. It's not very fluffy, and clings tight to his thin body.
The tom, other then his unique face markings, is pretty average, normal green eyes, normal proportioned tail and legs. Aside from being mute, Yuki is "normal."
---
Personality: You probably wouldn't have thought it, but being born mute has drastic affects on a cat's personality. The average cat develops unique personality through communication, and the expressions they learn to put in their voices, such as the dramatizing of events or sarcasm. However, never being able to speak a word, or even make a single sound, can leave one drab and without expression. This is true to Yuki.
He rarely shows any expression on his face, despite what his feelings are. Happiness, sorrow, anger.... All feelings are expressed in the same manner. However, in his thoughts, he is not a drab and boring tom. No, Yuki has a vivid imagination and many ambitions for the future. By setting goals for himself and doing things on his own, the young tom has accomplished many things, whether it be stealing prey or hiding from Clan cats.
Yuki has developed a strong fear of Clan cats, ever since WindClanners killed his sister. Though it was probably unintentional, the tom has taken it very seriously and now believes anyone belonging to one of the four cat Clans was evil. He also has a deep misunderstanding of the four Clans, going as far as not knowing their names for sure. He simply knows where they live and not to go near them. However, since the abundance of prey in the four territories is thick, he has no intentions of leaving.
Though he dislikes it, Yuki is a skilled hunter. Despite his abilities, he only hunts when necessary. Aside from standard forest-rodents, he often dines on berries that are edible, often times berries that Clan cats are unaware of or have decided they have no medical value. If berries are unavailable, he will resort to lower tactics, such as licking sap from cuts in trees or stealing prey from hunting patrols. In the loner's mind, violence is an unnecessary factor of life, and tries to go along with the least amount of violence possible.
Even though he is against fighting of any sort, Yuki knows it to be true that there will only be true peace if the forest Clans are wiped out. Though there are little hopes of this, he'd be itching for the opportunity to give it a shot.
---
History: Snow fell lightly from the sky, adding to the masses of the frozen water on the ground. Around two mouse lengths were piled up, making the life of many forest-dwellers miserable. The moor was just an icy waste land, and the river had patches of frozen water floating on top. Even the marsh had hardened into a solid surface in this dreadful weather.
"Help us!" called a voice. A small kit tumbled through the snow, followed by an even smaller one. "Help!" 'Your not loud enough...' thought the smaller kit.
"Oh, Yuki, what're we going to do?!" questioned the female kit, turning to her brother. Yuki blinked, his gaze resting on the snow ground. The snow was up to his belly.
'Hei Bai... Just give up...[/color]' he thought miserably. Their mother had been separated from them, and it was imperative that they found her. But so far... In this snow... They were having no luck what so ever.
Hei Bai, being the only one with a voice out of the two, let out shrieks for their mother over and over again. But no dice. No one would hear them here. The two had lived in the woods, near a creek. Now, they were out in the middle of a moor. It was hard to tell this, but the patches of slightly browned grass poking up from the snow gave it away.
Yuki shuddered as a gust blasted across the barren, snowy wasteland. Hei Bai let out a small squeal. Being mute, it was hard for the small tom to convey his thoughts to his sister, but hand to try. "Help!" she called again. Yuki nudged her gently. The kit turned to stare at him, her yellow eyes glittering with hope. The mute kit closed his eyes, and shook his head. His thin, dark green eyes were dim, showing that he had absolutely no hope in this situation.
The flakes of snow began to fall faster from the sky. The light snow was thickening rapidly, quickly turning into a major white out.
"Quick! I heard the voice from over here!" called a tom. He sounded young, probably only eight or nine moons old.
"It's probably some rogues trying to take advantage of us. Don't let your guard down." A stern tom was with the younger one, obviously not trusting Hei Bai's voice.
Yuki realized that their situation was worsening. He butted Hei Bai's shoulder, and began to lead her in a direction away from the voices. Something told him that those cats meant business, and wouldn't take kindly to stray kits.
Eventually, the two came upon a fallen tree, which lay beside a stream, a stream much larger then the one they had lived by. Despite its size, it was frozen over. The siblings made refuge of the tree, cowering among its branches, praying that they wouldn't be found.
***
"Come on, Heatherpaw!" called a voice.
The set of green eyes blinked, narrowing slightly.
"Wait up!" shouted a second voice, panting just barely audible.
He breathed in the scents, recognizing them as the island dwelling cats, the ones they called "RiverClan."
The two cats came into sight. At first glance, Yuki knew they were river-loving cats that trained to be fighting, killing machines. Ones built with only two things in mind:
Kill for food.
Kill for land.
He knew that this was all these cat-tribes lived for. They trained to kill one another. If not, then why train them to kill smaller animals or fight another of their own kind? This was the explanation, no matter what fancy names they had for it. He knew this for a fact. There was evidence.
The cats of the moors took the liberty of killing Yuki's beloved sister. It was then that the mute tom knew how these cats thrived. So now, he lived in hiding, just trying not to be viciously murdered by the cats of the four Clans.
Yuki watched as the two apprentices raced past him. If only he had been born to these closely knit families, yet, in a more peaceful time. A time when cats every thing in a peaceful manner. Eating from sources other then meat, or having territory disputes through words. And maybe, in that day and age, he would be gifted with a voice, like most cats. But that time would never happen. There would never be peace among the cats, and he would die before there would be any hope of having a voice to his name. He knew the destiny of these cats. War, and fighting, until there were none left. He knew his destiny, living in hiding as a mute cat.
Yuki let out a sigh. It wasn't really a sigh, but more like an exhaled breath, no sounds vocalized along with it. These thoughts continued through his mind. The small, seven-moon-old tom closed his eyes. Even though, perhaps, it wasn't what he had expected, the only way to bring peace was clear to him. Bringing peace meant destroying the four groups of cats, no matter how gruesome the task would be, for afterwards, there would be peace among all living things in the world.
---
Other: Thinks in LIGHT BLUE
---
Done: Uhm... It's sort of done. I'll add more if I feel it incomplete.
---
If you don't understand his appearance, here is a sketch:
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