WRAITH | loner

[WONDERKAT<3]

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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 WRAITH of the LONERS. Age 35 moons Gender male Rank loner How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS DARK GREY/BLACK and my eyes are BRIGHT YELLOW. Scars: a large three-clawed scar can be found on his belly. Appearance: Wraith is a large greyish-black cat. He's roughly almost the size of Tigerclaw, with large claws to match. Being so lean means that he's got muscle and he definitely uses that to his advantage. And while being large and quick is a good thing, sometimes his intimidation gets the better of him in certain situations. He has large amber colored eyes that match his dark exterior. The name Wraith comes from the fact that he's silent and ghost-like in appearance. Being an older cat and living in the forests so long, Wraith does have a collection of scars. His right ear has a long scar running down it vertically. His back two paws are missing a claw a piece, and his tail is slightly shorter than normal thanks to a good fight with a badger many years ago. There are more scars on his lean body, but they aren't obvious to the naked eye. Wraith also has a large set of teeth thanks to his abnormally large size, and they're slightly bloodstained due to his always raging carnivorous appetite. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M QUIET AND DEADLY. Personality: Wraith doesn't talk much. He can talk, he just doesn't do it often. Mostly because he thinks that it's a waste of his time when he could be out hunting or doing something useful. But when he does speak, you better listen up, because he won't repeat himself for anyone. He's also uncaring when it comes to the warrior cats and their rules/traditions/ranks. He used to be a kittypet, but left his Twolegs because they annoyed him with their constant touching. But he's yet to join a clain...mainly because Wraith hates rules, and feels that he does better when he's on his own. He could care less about territories and whatnot; if he's gonna hunt, then he'll hunt, regardless of where he's at. He has no respect for cocky cats, but if an older cat is respectful of Wraith, he will do likewise. Now just because he's a rogue doesn't mean that he's a terrible cat. Nor does it mean he's mean. He just prefers to be alone. But he has a soft spot when it comes to kits. He loves young ones, and when he's out hunting, if he sees young ones hunting or playing about, Wraith will keep a close eye on them. Usually the young ones get freaked out and run off if they catch Wraith spying; some have even made up rumors about a Ghost Cat haunting the land. But it's no ghost...it's just Wraith! Preferences: likes kits, protecting young ones, hunting at night. dislikes cocky clan cats. Secret Ambitions: wants to be a clan member...maybe? Strengths/Weaknesses: strengths; can live on his own, can fend for himself, is witty/smart. weaknesses; kits, protecting those who cannot protect themselves. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE DEAD AND UNKNOWN. Family: Wraith doesn't know his family; he was adopted by Twolegs and had grown up with them. Event that Lead to being a Warrior n/a History Wraith was adopted by Twolegs before he could even see. He'd always been a rebel when growing up...possibly because of his lack of parenthood. But regardless he stayed with his owners, although he hated the attention he received from them. When they decided to go camping one afternoon, Wraith abandoned them to live in the forest on his own. It was something he'd always dreamed of doing; Twolegs were too annoying for his taste. Ever since he's been prowling the forests on his own, always wary of clan cats who take him as an enemy. He never harms any cat unless they attack first, but he will defend himself to the death, even if that means killing another cat. Wraith also tends to stay away from other rogues and loners, unless they truly need his help. Secretly he's a good-natured cat...he just doesn't like to show it. Sample RP Wraith loved storms. And it wasn't that "oh my gosh it's a storm!" kind of love. It was more like..."hey no one's out might as well take my time" sort of love. See, no one went out during storms. Not even prey were stupid enough to venture out of their homes when that accursed lightning streaked across the sky. But Wraith loved it. He loved watching the water pour from the seemingly endless clouds overhead. He loved the cooling sensation that the water placed on his lean, scarred body. He loved hearing the thunder roll across the dark, vast sky, as if it controlled the Earth below. Storms were powerful. Storms were fierce. So, storms and Wraith had a lot in common. The tomcat sighed, bringing his mind back to reality. He was currently in the Twolegs area known as the 'park', where Twolegs generally played and brought their kittypets to play and the like. Wraith spent little time here; what time was spent here was consumed with hunting. It wasn't an easy life, being a rogue, and here at least he wasn't on clan territory...'Stop going off on tangents and enjoy the storm while it lasts.' The rogue thought to himself, amber eyes scanning the area surrounding him. Right now, he was on a stretch of concrete wall that surrounded the park, acting like a gate to things coming in from the forest nearby. Even though it was a hellish storm, Wraith was content with being soaking wet. Upon finding nothing in the vicinity, the male closed his eyes, purring to himself as a smile formed on his maw. Yes, storms were a good thing. He almost felt...alive. 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

[Kathryn]

Approved.