Post by Iv on Jun 24, 2011 14:15:10 GMT -5
>>|Name|<<
- Sight
>>|Age|<<
- 12 Moons
>>|Alliance|<<
- Bloodclan
>>|Rank|<<
- Warrior
>>|Gender|<<
- Male
>>|Description|<<
Long and averagely built, there is nothing so amazing, visually, about Sight. He is merely a grey cat, in essence. However, if one is to closely watch the fur, it becomes evident of a constant tonal shift. Multiple layers of silky hairs college and form together, constantly creating a ripple-like, shining affect in his fur. The classical trait of the Russian Blue; not always evident at first, but a true oddity to the close observer.
>>|Personality|<<
- Apparently friendly around others, it is almost hard to believe Sight is a member of Bloodclan. He is happy and energetic at all times, and constantly coursing with energy. He is interested with nearly every new sight around him, and must instantly investigate, like an over enthusiastic kit. However, there is a reason for his status in the clans; aside from being born in a kittypet household, he is merciless and without regret of his actions; careless of others thoughts and emotions. Unless one is very high up on the ‘friend’ list, no matter how friendly he may seem, Sight if a vicious enemy. The smallest thing could bring down the clouds of pure hatred, and he will stop at nothing when set off to get revenge.
Despite his unpredictable behaviour, and sometimes apparent lack of loyalty, he is viciously loyal to any friends or higher ups. Without though he will act on command viciously, as if doing something as simple as swatting away a fly; Often to return to his business, regardless of bloody scene, as if nothing had ever happened.
>>|History<<|
Sight was once know as Blue, and kept in a kittypet home near the edge of the forest. Although a beloved house cat, he never really connected well with his twolegs; often being forgotten. As he grew, he became more and more tiered of the neglect; finally venturing outside to find his own food and facilities time and time again. One day, he ventured out, and never returned. Best off alone, he decided- until it proved to be more challenging then he thought, alone all the time. This when he met Bloodclan; having becoming too lonely to continue on his own, he joined their ranks, feeling much more at home among the bloodthirty clan members then the useless twolegs, or, god forbid, the strict rule and all seeing eye of the Clans.
