Post by jagdhund on Oct 25, 2020 1:09:18 GMT -6
LIGHTNING
LONER
White tom with orange eyes.
LONER
TOM
8 Moons
dAppearance
The first thing one would see about Lightning is just how small he was. Despite being older, his growth seemed stunted and he eternally looks like a half-grown apprentice in Clan terms. But his body is sturdy enough to take a hit or two, digging his large paws into the rough ground underneath him with ease.
His fur is a pure snow white. He has a bad habit of keeping it slightly unkempt, knots and tangled fur running rampant in the parts that he just doesn't care about reaching at the moment, combined with long strands that just get caught in bushes and trees.
He has a rather square shaped face, and oval, dark orange eyes. Despite his rather rough appearance, he has a rather sweet, melodious voice, with a hint of a rasp at the end of words. He likes to smell of herbs, keeping himself covered with any sweet smelling remedy he can get away with.
However, his one trait he never could get over is his one hooked tooth. His right tooth is a tad longer, and loved to poke out of his lips. It gave him a lopsided appearance despite his attempts to hide it in his long fur.
Personality
If Lightning had to pick what is the most important value in his life, it would have to be honesty. He likes to tell things as it is, and discover the truth of the matter before continuing on to solve the problem correctly. He can't stand lying when it would just cause more problems in the future.
The second most notable trait is his adventurous spirit. Mysteries dog at his attention at every moment, and he feels the need to explore and witness the secret and amazing things the world has to offer. Wanderlust is his best friend, and his worst enemy
He has his fair share of negative traits as well. Despite his best intentions, he can be rather mean and cynical to the cats around him, and he can be a slight pessimist, always expecting the worst outcome before the best. He'll call himself a realist, and believes that others are deluded by their hope.
Being guided by his heart can make him passionate, but the hot-headed nature of such emotions can end up scorching the things he's trying so hard to protect and save from the world around him.
History
On the fringes of the island, two loners wandered the rocky coasts, Mint and Stone. While Mint was the stoic, lonesome hunter, he knew that he had to have progeny to secure his legacy. So when he met the enigmatic Stone and flirted with her, the two eventually had their kits. They named the larger girl Leaf, and the smaller male Lightning.
Stone was not the perfect mother, and when she was able to hunt alongside her mate once more she took the chance in an instant. The two taught the kits to stay hidden and never make a sound until they returned. But that only lasted a moon before Lightning eagerly explored around the small clearing they called home. Leaf at first scolded the young tom, but he got her exploring with him with a few playful taunts. It became a part of their routine to explore their little world, which grew bigger each and every time they passed a new tree or climbed a new rock.
Lightning felt a fervent attachment to his parents, but he noticed how distant they made themselves as the moons came and went. They were gone for longer, and Mint forgoed showing up at all in favor of resuming his lonesome lifestyle. Stone sat the two kits down and told them that she too would leave them soon, and that they were better off separating from one another now than risk the heartbreak of loss. "IT is the Loner's way." The molly answered their distraught cries.
That night, Leaf and Lightning waited until their mother slept to go outside of their den and discuss what to do. Lightning had always felt the restless feeling of wanderlust in his bones, and attempted to persuade Leaf to come with him to find out what laid beyond the border stones of their little world. But Leaf refused, saying that she was going to stay here and convince mother to find father to stay. Their words became heated, arguments and tainted words flew from their maws, and Lightning left that night to get away from what would be murky, lost memories.
He was only six moons.
Two moons later he continued to wander, growing more sure of his survival skills, remembering the lessons his parents had taught prior and perfecting them for his much smaller frame. But he still can not shake the feeling of lonliness and the call for adventure in his dreams. He set his sights on the one warning his family followed to the word, and aimed to break that last barrier down:
"Stay away from the Clans."
