Post by UnTaMeD on Jun 22, 2009 20:34:30 GMT -6
Name: TwinSouls
Age: 19 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Deathclan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: Maine Coon cat. Pure bred. Very long legs with rippling muscles and a lean appearance. Not as fluffy as the breed is commonly seen, but rather wispy furred with longer tuffs under his arms. The tuffs around his front legs are washed out white which stands out oddly against his red-black-brown fur. His eyes are mismatched. His left is Black-brown like the night sky and his right is a piercing blue that seems to penetrate to the very depths of your soul. They never are focused on the same thing. Each eye is its own. His tail is very long ad wispy. It looks much like a red-brown feather duster. He has very tall ears with fur tuffs emerging from them. His eyes are strong and you would say he had a regal look to him, if it wasn't for his manor. He has a strong muzzle and a large black nose that almost look like too much for your average house cat breed. His paws are jet black. Hes very skinny, giving him almost a week appearance and his thick fur hides his strong muscles. Those who don't know him would think him an easy challenge, those who do wish he was. Hes very long bodied. Overall very easy on the eyes.
Personality: Twinsouls has a very complex personality. He keeps to himself. Twinsouls never fully focuses one one cat. You cannot hold his attention because he is never fully there. He's clever and witty, unafraid of anything. He doesn't sleep a lot for a cat, usually only a few hours. He wanders a lot and is never where he should be. He likes to keep to himself and strays out into the night under the stars. He is fascinated with starclan, but does not believe the warrior code applies to him. he wonders why he is the way he is and often argues with himself. He is snappy to kits and believes their questions to be silly and a waist of his time. Apprentices are an interest to him, but he feels he will never get one because he is so instable. Love is a waist of time, hes watched too many fall for a pretty face. He is infatuated with shecats and is a total flirt but its all in fun, there is no real commitment there, he will never settle, there are two of him and therefore each of his souls have different taste in shecats... well really different taste in everything. He is highly respectful of his leader, however isn't huge on the concept of a deputy and often slinks away before he is able to be assigned tasks and paroles as he prefers doing his own thing. Hes a rogue at heart, and doesn't like the close family of a clan, it smothers him. He is unpredictable and his decisions are irrational. He is the ultimate puzzle.
History:
Before: His mother was a banished clan cat. Kicked out for her wicked and power hungry ways. She was actually too wicked for Deathclan! His father was a loyal tom cat of the clan, blinded by love he saw past all faults in his mother, until she betrayed him. His mothers name was SnapDragon, his father Nighthunter. Snapdragon wanted to take over. She had once been a rogue who joined the clan and hid the treachery in her heart. She slowly earned the trust of all her clanmates... all this while she plotted their fate. Nighthunter was a loyal and loving cat who fell for his mothers violate eyes.
TwinSouls was born outside the clan. His mother gave birth to him in a sewer. There was only one kit, one when their should have been two. From the first moment he opened his eyes and looked at his mother, she was afraid of him. Afraid of her own son. And why? Because her wicked eyes could see what was behind Twinsouls mismatched eyes. He had two souls in one body. She didn't name him for an entire moon, she didn't even want him. He was very clever, though his actions were unpredictable. He was a mistake. Snapdragon had been meant to give birth to two kits, however only one body developed within her. So the souls of two cats were trapped inside the body of one.
As A kit: His mother finally named him Twin. Because like a twin he was two different cats. There were two halves of him, each with a different personality and a mind of their own. It was as if his brown eye and his blue were taken and morphed together into one cat. He was an overall happy kit though. His two souls refereed to themselves as "Gemini" and "Paradox" and often conversed within his mind. He was never told how odd this was, his mother was to insecure around him to stop it. When He was only three moons old, trouble broke into sight. After many moons of long searching, his father had discovered them, and demanded his son come back to the clan. His mother agreed to come back with, but mysteriously disappeared into the night, and never returned.
Twin became Twinkit, though his father had no idea why his name was given to him. Twinkit only half liked his father. He was unsure of clan life and didn't like all the rules and restrictions. He was too wild hearted for all that. He was met with the same dislike from his fellow clanmates. They could all sense something wrong with him, just couldn't put their paws on what. He was adopted by a sorrel queen named Mothflower. She was very kind to him, far more kind then his own mother had been. He slowly started to feel at home in the clan. But the clan still didn't know his secret.
As an apprentice: The day he stood before his clan to become an apprentice was one of the proudest days of his fathers life. Twinkit could feel the happiness radiating off of him. This confused him, He wasn't egar to become the best warrior in the forest like most kits were at his age. He didn't feel the hunger to earn the respect of all his clanmates. He really didn't even care if they liked him. At least a part of him didn't.
It was when he was Twinpaw, the two souls inside him fought the most. It was then that the clan was smacked with the realization that this scrawny long legged kit they had taken in as their own was like nothing they had ever encountered. One night a band of soulclan cats invaded camp. Twinpaw was the first to discover them. He was curious of the newcomers and instead of alerting the clan he sat and watched them slink around. thinking themselves undetected in the night. He gave the cry of attack. He ran at the cats, twice his size and extraordinarily fought twice as much as any cat ever could. His paws worked in unison, but each had a different agenda. The clan was impressed by his skills, and for the first time, they noticed him.
This of course had its ups and downs. The Twinsouls had made their father proud, but also divided themselves within their own boundaries. And thus began the unruling bickering between Paradox and Gemini. The twin souls within him. The crazy thing was it was impossible to tell where one ended and one began. No one outside Twinsouls own mind could hear them, but whatever was mewed through his lips could contradict the last thing spoken. Therefore he looked like a schizophrenic psychopath! Paradox grew glory hungry while Gemini wanted to keep his head down and out of sight.
As a Warrior: The strange cat had proven his strength to the clan, and everyone thought him a well rounded loyal cat. He learned to keep his souls silent, and spoke very little, but what was left unspoken, his eyes would show. looking into one verses the other you would swear that you were meeting the eyes of two different cats, and together they were a nightmare to behold. The night he became a warrior, while under his vigil, his father was murdered in his own den. No one knew why, no one knew by whom, and TwinSouls hadn't seen anyone enter camp. This was a bad omen indeed.
It has been a moon since his father was killed, and an moon and a day since he became a warrior. The question is, what happens now
Family: his two souls in his mind "Gemini" and "Paradox"
Mate: none
Kits: none
Apprentice: none
Mentor: none
Age: 19 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Deathclan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: Maine Coon cat. Pure bred. Very long legs with rippling muscles and a lean appearance. Not as fluffy as the breed is commonly seen, but rather wispy furred with longer tuffs under his arms. The tuffs around his front legs are washed out white which stands out oddly against his red-black-brown fur. His eyes are mismatched. His left is Black-brown like the night sky and his right is a piercing blue that seems to penetrate to the very depths of your soul. They never are focused on the same thing. Each eye is its own. His tail is very long ad wispy. It looks much like a red-brown feather duster. He has very tall ears with fur tuffs emerging from them. His eyes are strong and you would say he had a regal look to him, if it wasn't for his manor. He has a strong muzzle and a large black nose that almost look like too much for your average house cat breed. His paws are jet black. Hes very skinny, giving him almost a week appearance and his thick fur hides his strong muscles. Those who don't know him would think him an easy challenge, those who do wish he was. Hes very long bodied. Overall very easy on the eyes.
Personality: Twinsouls has a very complex personality. He keeps to himself. Twinsouls never fully focuses one one cat. You cannot hold his attention because he is never fully there. He's clever and witty, unafraid of anything. He doesn't sleep a lot for a cat, usually only a few hours. He wanders a lot and is never where he should be. He likes to keep to himself and strays out into the night under the stars. He is fascinated with starclan, but does not believe the warrior code applies to him. he wonders why he is the way he is and often argues with himself. He is snappy to kits and believes their questions to be silly and a waist of his time. Apprentices are an interest to him, but he feels he will never get one because he is so instable. Love is a waist of time, hes watched too many fall for a pretty face. He is infatuated with shecats and is a total flirt but its all in fun, there is no real commitment there, he will never settle, there are two of him and therefore each of his souls have different taste in shecats... well really different taste in everything. He is highly respectful of his leader, however isn't huge on the concept of a deputy and often slinks away before he is able to be assigned tasks and paroles as he prefers doing his own thing. Hes a rogue at heart, and doesn't like the close family of a clan, it smothers him. He is unpredictable and his decisions are irrational. He is the ultimate puzzle.
History:
Before: His mother was a banished clan cat. Kicked out for her wicked and power hungry ways. She was actually too wicked for Deathclan! His father was a loyal tom cat of the clan, blinded by love he saw past all faults in his mother, until she betrayed him. His mothers name was SnapDragon, his father Nighthunter. Snapdragon wanted to take over. She had once been a rogue who joined the clan and hid the treachery in her heart. She slowly earned the trust of all her clanmates... all this while she plotted their fate. Nighthunter was a loyal and loving cat who fell for his mothers violate eyes.
TwinSouls was born outside the clan. His mother gave birth to him in a sewer. There was only one kit, one when their should have been two. From the first moment he opened his eyes and looked at his mother, she was afraid of him. Afraid of her own son. And why? Because her wicked eyes could see what was behind Twinsouls mismatched eyes. He had two souls in one body. She didn't name him for an entire moon, she didn't even want him. He was very clever, though his actions were unpredictable. He was a mistake. Snapdragon had been meant to give birth to two kits, however only one body developed within her. So the souls of two cats were trapped inside the body of one.
As A kit: His mother finally named him Twin. Because like a twin he was two different cats. There were two halves of him, each with a different personality and a mind of their own. It was as if his brown eye and his blue were taken and morphed together into one cat. He was an overall happy kit though. His two souls refereed to themselves as "Gemini" and "Paradox" and often conversed within his mind. He was never told how odd this was, his mother was to insecure around him to stop it. When He was only three moons old, trouble broke into sight. After many moons of long searching, his father had discovered them, and demanded his son come back to the clan. His mother agreed to come back with, but mysteriously disappeared into the night, and never returned.
Twin became Twinkit, though his father had no idea why his name was given to him. Twinkit only half liked his father. He was unsure of clan life and didn't like all the rules and restrictions. He was too wild hearted for all that. He was met with the same dislike from his fellow clanmates. They could all sense something wrong with him, just couldn't put their paws on what. He was adopted by a sorrel queen named Mothflower. She was very kind to him, far more kind then his own mother had been. He slowly started to feel at home in the clan. But the clan still didn't know his secret.
As an apprentice: The day he stood before his clan to become an apprentice was one of the proudest days of his fathers life. Twinkit could feel the happiness radiating off of him. This confused him, He wasn't egar to become the best warrior in the forest like most kits were at his age. He didn't feel the hunger to earn the respect of all his clanmates. He really didn't even care if they liked him. At least a part of him didn't.
It was when he was Twinpaw, the two souls inside him fought the most. It was then that the clan was smacked with the realization that this scrawny long legged kit they had taken in as their own was like nothing they had ever encountered. One night a band of soulclan cats invaded camp. Twinpaw was the first to discover them. He was curious of the newcomers and instead of alerting the clan he sat and watched them slink around. thinking themselves undetected in the night. He gave the cry of attack. He ran at the cats, twice his size and extraordinarily fought twice as much as any cat ever could. His paws worked in unison, but each had a different agenda. The clan was impressed by his skills, and for the first time, they noticed him.
This of course had its ups and downs. The Twinsouls had made their father proud, but also divided themselves within their own boundaries. And thus began the unruling bickering between Paradox and Gemini. The twin souls within him. The crazy thing was it was impossible to tell where one ended and one began. No one outside Twinsouls own mind could hear them, but whatever was mewed through his lips could contradict the last thing spoken. Therefore he looked like a schizophrenic psychopath! Paradox grew glory hungry while Gemini wanted to keep his head down and out of sight.
As a Warrior: The strange cat had proven his strength to the clan, and everyone thought him a well rounded loyal cat. He learned to keep his souls silent, and spoke very little, but what was left unspoken, his eyes would show. looking into one verses the other you would swear that you were meeting the eyes of two different cats, and together they were a nightmare to behold. The night he became a warrior, while under his vigil, his father was murdered in his own den. No one knew why, no one knew by whom, and TwinSouls hadn't seen anyone enter camp. This was a bad omen indeed.
It has been a moon since his father was killed, and an moon and a day since he became a warrior. The question is, what happens now
Family: his two souls in his mind "Gemini" and "Paradox"
Mate: none
Kits: none
Apprentice: none
Mentor: none
