Liongaze
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Name: Liongaze
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 36 Moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Ashclan
Crush: None
Mate: None
Kits: None
Fur Color: Ginger
Eye Color: Amber
Height: 12 inches
Length: 30 inches
Weight: 12 lbs
Build: Tall, Muscular
+ Traits: Intelligent, Honest, Loyal
- Traits: Apathetic, Over-Protective, Quiet
Strengths: Fighting, Hunting, Strategy
Weaknesses: Swimming, Playing, Talking
Fears: Fire, Drowning, Death
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Upon first glance you'll notice that this tom doesn't
talk much as he much prefers to listen. He is always
aware of his surroundings and any possible threats that
may in fact lurk in the shadows. He always seems tense
and ready for a fight. Strong and steady like he and all
the warriors were taught to be. Fear and ignorance
were intolerable and his mentor was sure to make sure
he learned that lesson quickly. He mastered his fears
and honed his strengths improving upon his skills each
and everyday, a powerful machine rather than a simple
cat. That's what he seems like anyway with the warrior
code firmly planted within his very soul. He lives and
breathes loyalty to his clan and everything that they
stand for, and even though he is quiet it is easy to tell
that it is just the calm before the storm that is now
sitting dormant, waiting to be unleashed.
When you take a closer look you'll know that there is
more to him than his quiet demeanor. There is a rage
that burns inside of him causing him to be very over
protective of those he comes to care about. He does
remain apathetic to hide this rage and his inner pain,
he never lets his demons get the better of him, but it
is only a matter of time, he is a bomb waiting to be
hurled so he can explode. Every once in awhile that
will flash in his eyes of yellow, their otherwise blank
depths sparking for a moment, a glimmer of fire that
quickly fades into smoke and ashes. He is secretive
about why he harbingers these emotions and
surrounds himself in a subtle mystery without
meaning to. He has never harmed a clan mate though
and he never will, it is only his enemies that should
fear the fire for it is them that it shall consume.
Once you really get to know him there is much more
he can offer. Beneath the solid exterior and the layer
of anguish and anger there is a gentle calm, and an
ocean of peace that flows through him. It can be seen
when he looks at somebody he loves, or when the
wind caresses his fur with a gentle breeze. It is so
simple and yet so hidden who knows when you may
catch a glimpse. It could be in five seconds, it could
be never, or maybe it will eventually show and he
just might not shove it back inside himself. This cat
is fragile and that why it is kept locked away, there
was a time when he was broken and had to pick up
his own pieces and now though he's together again
one wrong word, one wrong move and everything
could come crashing down around him. So he keeps
it well guarded behind his outer layers, but really
he has much love to offer he just has to release it
and let go of this fear. The one fear that remains
able to hold him back, and the fear that could very
well be his destruction.
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Hello my friends, my name is Liongaze and this is the story of a kit who was born in the golden sunlight and his journey to become the warrior
that he is today. His birth and the birth of his siblings was a cherished event by his mother and father. He had been the first born with two
brothers coming after him. When he was born it was said that the sun shining down on him made his fur look almost golden, a little lion and
thus he was given the name Lionkit. The second born, a dark tabby cat was named Hawkkit, and the third born was a silver tabby given the
name of Mousekit, who was the runt of the litter. The three brothers more often than not got along very well, though once in awhile Hawkkit
would pick on Mousekit a little too much. Lionkit always came to the rescue in those occasions and made sure Hawkkit and Mousekit didn't rip
each other apart too bad. At six months they were given mentors and their names changed from Lionkit, Hawkkit, and Mousekit to their
apprentice names of Lionpaw, Hawkpaw, and Mousepaw. All three brothers wore their new names proudly and eagerly started their training
with their mentors. During training Lionpaw didn't see his siblings much, but he heard one day that Mousepaw was struggling with his training.
Lionpaw decided to take it upon himself to practice with him in their free time.
Mousepaw slowly seemed to improve, but Lionpaw wasn't sure he would be ready to be a warrior when himself and Hawkpaw were. Still he
helped Mousepaw as much as he could. At one point when they were sparring Mousepaw had told Lionpaw that his golden eyes seemed to
gleam with the look of a predator as if Mousepaw was Lionpaw's prey. The gaze of a Lion looking at the helpless Mouse as the smaller tom had
put it. It wasn't until later that Lionpaw brought it up with his mentor and his mentor confirmed that he had a look about him when he was
really focused, a look that belonged to a larger cat. A look that allowed him to conquer his fears. When his naming ceremony came it was
this look that the leader chose to name him after. Liongaze was what he had been called. Mousepaw had improved enough to undergo
the naming ceremony as well and was given the name Mousefoot for being quiet as a mouse when he moved, he had become quite an
amazing hunter in the past couple moons. Then there was Hawkpaw who was known for his high leaps and strong ability to climb trees to
capture birds as his prey. He was called Hawkflight in honor of that.
Now the three brothers were able to go on patrols together and enjoyed their time of catching up, that is until Hawkflight started to get
distant from his brothers. Mousefoot didn't seem to notice much at first, but Liongaze noticed right away. He didn't say anything to Hawkflight
about it, but he did eventually tell Mousefoot who decided to take it upon himself to follow Hawlflight around one day undetected. It was on
this day that Mousefoot discovered that Hawkflight was going off to meet with a group of rough looking rouges and he was acting particularly
friendly with one of the she-cats. Mousefoot had run back and reported his findings to Liongaze and Liongaze set out to discover his brother's
betrayal for himself. When he got there with Mousefoot by his side the rouges, and Hawkflight were waiting for them. They circled the two
and Hawkflight stepped forwards with a pretty, sleek, black she-cat. She gazed at the two brothers and made a gesture towards Mousefoot
saying that he was too small and weak to be of any use. Before Liongaze would move a rouge jumped onto Mousefoot, pinned him, and took
his life away. Liongaze stared in horror at the scene and then a deadly calm settled in him as he turned back to the she-cat with that gaze that
he was named after.
The smile she gave the ginger tom was wicked, and Hawkflight looked unaffected by the death of his brother. The she-cat spoke to Liongaze
in a voice that made him want to vomit, offering him a place with the rouges saying that he looked like he could prove useful. He declined and
the rouges attacked. He fought back with everything he had, his brother and the she-cat fleeing and all but one of the others followed them.
A distraction to keep him from following. He fell for it. He fought the rouge tom and won, wounded and weak and mourning for Mousefoot
while being filled with hatred for Hawkflight. When he returned to camp dragging Mousefoot with him he reported that a group of rouges had
attacked them and Mousefoot hadn't survived, and he reported that Hawkflight had been taken prisoner. A lie, but even through his rage he did
not have it in him to talk of Hawkflight's betrayal, not yet. He sat vigil for Mousefoot and ever since that day he has been closed off and distant,
still loyal to his clan, but filled with a heaviness that he wasn't sure he would ever be able to shake off.
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