Majestyheart_AshClan

[majestyheart]

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM MAJESTYHEART of the great AshClan Age 1 year Gender Male Rank Warrior How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS BLACK AND WHITE and my eyes are brilliant purple Scars None so far Appearance Majestyheart has black and white fur with a touch of gray where the colors mix together. It allows a sense of whimsy that adds to part of his name. On the top of his head he has a black marking that resembles two lines swooping out and then meeting at the end to form a sort of blunt spear. Majestyheart's tail is quite long and is ringed with black and white with a mixed tip. His frame is larger than the average cat...in the sense that his body is long and lanky. His limbs are perfect for slinking through the shadows, but useless if he wanted to climb trees with tall trunks. He has bright purple eyes (that's where his name comes from). Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M QUIET AND SOULFUL? Personality Majestyheart is a quiet scream. He hardly ever loses his temper; mostly just walks away and shakes his head. Its hard for him to make friends because he seems foreboding and giant-like. He tries hard to make himself as small as possible (which is sort of impossible) so as not to scare the kits or other skittish cats. Majestyheart is sweet and caring but has a fiercely protective soul. He's been hurt before and it isn't easy to let other cats in. Preferences Likes: she cats (...a lot), solitude, the sun, stars, moon, sleeping, hunting Dislikes: kits, fighting, fish, frogs, hawks, leaders (he doesn't enjoy when people tell him what to do, even if they are the boss of him) Secret Ambitions To find a she-cat perfect for him; he wants to sit down and talk with another cat from an enemy clan. He wants clan peace. Strengths/Weaknesses He is extremely protective of his clan; he does not like to fight for "silly reasons" such as clan boundaries but if any of his clanmates are hurt, he will go out of his way to get revenge (this can be good and bad). He is an excellent hunter, but sometimes he can get a little too "wild" for his own taste and overkill on the hunting (gathering way more than he should). Majestyheart is an well-trained fighter but sometimes his length gets the best of him and he trips up. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Ashwind AND Firetail Family He has no siblings that have survived. Event that Lead to being a Warrior Majestyheart was born into a fighting clan, and he had no sign from Starclan to become a medicine cat so he trained to become a warrior. History Once upon a time there was a clan that's camp dwells on top of a mountain beside a giant volcano. A she-cat named Ashwind and a tom named Firetail roamed the side of the mountains for ages, trying to find someplace where they could settle down and have a family. They stumbled across the dark camp of AshClan and lived there for the remainder of their days. They had a litter of five kits but only one survived. The couple named him Majestykit for his brilliant purple eyes. Soon, they were picked off by a badger passing through the camp. Majestykit was adopted into the clan and raised as one of their own. He trained hard to become an apprentice and finally a warrior. Now that he has survived the grueling training, he wishes to prove himself to all of the clans. Hopefully, one day he will establish himself as a true benefactor to the clan. Sample RP Sunpaw crouched down, her belly fur lightly scraping the hard-packed earth that made up the desert-like moorland. Snow melted between her toe-tips; light imprints being created as she gingerly stepped in pursuit of the scent that entranced her so. It felt like many moons had passed since the apprentice was allowed out of the clan camp. A chilling breeze fluttered through the clearing, her vision rippling as her eyes began to water. Blinking away the precipitate, Sunpaw glanced at the misty night sky, her ears twitching intuitively. Whoever was out of camp didn't mind the cold; she knew it must be a warrior. Another rush of wind shook her to her sun-fiery core, her sun-flecked pelt shooting under the cover of a nearby shrub. Sunpaw paused for a moment, her tail wrapping around her front, freezing paws. She shivered and crouched down, the sky peaking shyly through the branches. Another night without Starclan, she sighed. This was one of the coldest leaf-bares she had ever endured in her short time on this earth, and yet she felt like it was one of the worst for the entire clan. A twig snapped loudly, her head snapping to attention. When she identified the source of the frightening noise, she let out a soft purr; it was her own clumsy foot shifting its weight to keep from falling asleep. Yet there was another noise cleverly masked by the first. She cocked her head to the side, her neck fur standing on end as the wind carefully carried the sound to her awaiting ears. Sunpaw's concentration didn't break, her eyes glazing over, their amber color fading. With two shakes of a mouse's tail, she had pinpointed the exact direction the noise was coming from. Color flooded into her golden eyes, the moonlight causing them to flash brilliantly; like a harvest moon. Gathering the heat from inside to hopefully keep her warm, she sprang from her place and raced across the moor, her fur rippling like a river current. I'll finally discover what that curious smell is, she crowed in silent triumph. Sunpaw jumped through a circular opening in a small bush, leaves tugging at her feathery pelt. "Ahh!" she squeaked loudly, invisible thorns ensnaring her in a cobra grip. She tugged viciously, the thorns digging deeper into her pelt, the tips beginning to pierce her tender skin. A struggled grunt escaped her gritted teeth, her bone-white incisors snapping together in frustration. The bud of the smell was only a few tail-lengths away; she was so close. "Hello?" she called out weakly as a foreign accent reached her perked ears. "Um. Help?" she asked, her voice becoming quieter. What if it was an enemy clan member? What then? But somehow the voice sounded familiar; maybe the wind was just altering the sound and messing with her ears? You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me

[Juniper]

Yes you'll still need a post sorry. It can be one on another site though! As long as you wrote it.

[majestyheart]

There you are! No worries.

[Juniper]

Accepted!