





ʙᴀsɪᴄs wrote:ɴᴀᴍᴇ || Eagle(leap)
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ || Tom
ᴀɢᴇ || Thirty-nine moons
ʀᴀɴᴋ || Loner (Warrior)
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ/ᴄʀᴜsʜ || None
ᴋɪɴ || Rock-father Sun-mother
ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɢᴏɪɴɢ➻Eagle is a more...feminine looking tom. He has a thin frame followed by a slender body which then leads to long sleek legs to support himself. He stands at the average height for a grown cat and doesn't look as if he'll get any bigger. Because of his small build he isn't the best hunter, barely able to feed himself even when prey is plentiful. His fur is rather short but quite rough and almost always in a mess. The colors of his pelt vary quite a bit and of course help him blend with his surroundings. The base of his pelt is a dusty light brown with darker and lighter patches. Dark brown and black tabby markings as well as spots vary all over his body, too. A nice touch of cream white ends his chin and coats his chest and belly. Eagle's eyes are a very pale green that slowly fade to a yellow orange in the outer rings. Perhaps his most noticeable feature is his ears. Unlike most cats large pointed ears, his are small and fold forward, creating a fuzzy and floppy look. And who could forget those prickly long whiskers?
Despite his looks, Ealge isn't like most cats...personality wise of course. He is a solitary cat, often finding better comfort when he is alone. He isn't very social and finds himself stumbling over words and saying embarrassing things when talking to others. He isn't a brave, strong, and charming tom like other toms either. The tweeting of birds and falling leaves can set his fur on end. If it ever came down to saving himself or a loved one, no doubt would Eagle turn tail and hide. To say it bluntly, he is a coward most times. And if being socially awkward and skittish wasn't enough, he is even weirder. Eagle tends to talk to himself or stare at invisible cats and objects. He pretends there are cats around him where ever he goes and they speak to him. Of course everyone thinks of him as crazy, why wouldn't they? He also collects things and keeps them in various spots such as beside his nest or in bushes. These 'things' he collects are usually oddly shaped stones and sticks, and more often than not he picks the bones from his prey to keep them. Don't be surprised if he asks to see your scraps when you finish eating.
ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴜs ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ➻It started when she met that ugly tom cat, Rock. Poor Sun. She was a beautiful, young and loving she-cat in the forest. Almost all the lone toms swooned over her and tried countless time to impress her. But her eyes never even looked at them once. Her attention was elsewhere. She had stumbled upon a lone tom cat one night when taking a late stroll. It had started as a hissing battle, lips back and teeth barred. The tom was obviously bigger and stronger than Sun, but that wouldn't stop her from chasing him off. What she had thought would just be a quick and easy confrontation quickly escalated into a soon to be tragic love. Each and every night Sun would go off into the forest on one of her 'midnight walks' in order to see her beloved Rock the loner. His charm had gotten her stuck in a poisonous spell. Only when he asked her to run away with him did she finally break free. She couldn't leave the forest. Her friends...her home. Especially not after finding out she was carrying kits. The news had surprised them both, and after much thought Rock convinced her that he would stay by her side. It was hard for Sunt to live on her lone for so long and suddenly find herself with another cat and kits. When it was time for the kits to be born Sun escaped into a safe spot and was greeted by her mate. It was a long a hard night, ten times harder without help from any one else. It wasn't until dawn that all four kits were finally there. But something wasn't right. Only one of them was mewling and squirming. Panic struck the exhausted queen and her so-called mate fled the scene. Sun attempted to lick them into life. But it was too late. Only one survived and Rock was never to be seen again.



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