Post by sight on Aug 18, 2008 16:29:08 GMT -8
A s T h o u g h I N e v e r E x i s t e d
[shadow=2E2E2E,left,300]Name:[/shadow]
Scar
[shadow=2E2E2E,left,300]Age:[/shadow]
40 moons
[shadow=2E2E2E,left,300]Rank:[/shadow]
Deputy
[shadow=2E2E2E,left,300]Clan:[/shadow]
DeathClan
[shadow=2E2E2E,left,300]Description:[/shadow]
Scar has short, ebony-coal fur that keeps out cold and keeps in warmth. It is almost never kept groomed but stays clean, sleek, and untangled without much effort from himself. He blends into the night almost perfectly, besides his brilliant yellow eyes. In the day, most other cats would find it hard to hide and hunt but it comes to Scar with ease, having been trained in his past for just this reason.
His eyes are a brilliant yellow, like two lonely, twinkling stars in the blackest of night. He has unusual long claws, which he keeps dyed in an interesting red hue (also obtained from his old life with another band of cats). He has only one scar that runs from the bottom of his neck, twirling up onto the back and ending with an X on his right flank. No cat knows were he has obtained this scar since he keeps his past a secret.
[shadow=2E2E2E,left,300]Personality:[/shadow]
Scar is not the friendliest cat in the clan. He has no friends, fake ones maybe, but no real loyal companions. He is very secretive and does not like to reveal information about anything unless ordered by a superior. He respects no one but demands respect back, a strange combination for some, but for Scar it works out perfectly.
Almost nothing is known about his past and only small hints or actions would reveal some insight on his life before DeathClan. He is not afraid to threaten or challenge any cat that will stand in his way or prevent him from doing the things he wants. He rarely listens to the leader, doing only so if he feels like it.
He is kind, understanding, and loving underneath it all...but it's buried down so deep that some believe it shall never resurface to see the light of day again. Scar's pride has been damaged, any cat could see that. He barley raises his head high or pads proudly through camp. He doesn't find it worth the effort.
[shadow=2E2E2E,left,300]History:[/shadow]
No cat knows about Scar's history except for himself and the cats he was raised with.
Scar's history is a strange, confusing, and secretive one. He was born and raised in the mountains with a band of cats that called themselves Pride. He was trained from the moment he opened his eyes to be proud and loyal to the group. Only special individuals were chosen for positions in the group and mistakes were not acceptable.
Scar was raised in this environment, made to believe that all other cats were below him, that they were nothing. He was trained in everything, literally everything. From handling two-legs, to hunting in the sunlight, to speaking different animal languages, and to fighting off ferocious dogs. He was taught to dye his claws red, to signify that he was special compared to others.
Not one mistake could be made or he would suffer severely. From the beginning, his name had been Life, granted by the higher members in the group. He then did the mistake of falling in love with a 'lower being', a she-cat named Rose. He did not believe that loving another feline would damage his pride and threaten the position in the Pride, but he was of course wrong.
They banished him, leaving him the Scar he bears today to remember how he broke his honor and became and outcast. They then renamed him to Scar and chased him off. Scar has been to ashamed to speak of his past or change his name.
[shadow=2E2E2E,left,300]Picture:[/shadow]
(This is Scar before he was exiled)
