Post by && oleander on Jan 3, 2008 22:30:36 GMT -5
|| just say it once; Cinnabar
|| standing my ground as a; Male
|| protecting the blood for; 72 moons
|| running free under the banner of; Aurora's Faithful
|| honored to be a ; Fighter
|| before you die, remember this;
|| the name I hate; None that he cares to mention
|| the words that stop me;
|| standing my ground as a; Male
|| protecting the blood for; 72 moons
|| running free under the banner of; Aurora's Faithful
|| honored to be a ; Fighter
|| before you die, remember this;
Massive, rust and creme-colored tom with a fluffy pelt and burgundy eyes|| the body at your command:
Cinnabar is a dark ochre/yellowish very-furry tabby. He is a strong, broad-shouldered tom who reminds everyone of a shaggy lion. He's gentle-looking, but gruff, like the old men coming home from the wars long ago. Cinnabar is a tolerant, calm tomcat who has an air of authority around him. His fluffy fur is streaked with rust, red-orange and light orange stripes. His burgundy eyes are speckled and filled with kindness; they are strong yet sad. When he confronts a newcomer, these burgundy eyes seem to stare into the other's soul, swirling and boring deep until the newcomer either cowers at his feet or keeps their ground. His paws are large and he keeps his pelt glossy and dirt-free. His tail is furry and clear of the ground to avoid dust and grime.|| a mind to protect you with:
To those he loves, Cinnabar is a sweet, eager, and helpful fighter who stands up for what he thinks is right. He's gentle, to a degree, and he enjoys teaching those who like to learn. He will not hesitate to defend others, but he always wants to make the right decision. He is courageous and intellectual, and he enjoys hearing what others have to say. Cinnabar is carefree and brushes off insults easily, unless they are towards others. Because of this, other cats think he is arrogant and thus attack him behind his back for it. However, he has proved himself to be a quick assassin to those who endanger his family. Although he is large, he doesn't carry himself in a swagger. He is dignified and majestic, but looks down upon those not of Aurora's Faithful because he thinks they have lowered themselves. He doesn't trust newcomers until they have passed his test of eyes. He will rip anything apart and can only be stopped by Cobalt's orders.|| that moment I'd die for:
Cinnabarcloud was born seventy-two moons ago to two RainClan cats. His mother was young, stubborn, and rather dull. His father was young, gawky, and easily swayed. When he was born as Cinnabarkit, he was taken in by the medicine cat and cared for by the queens.
The young kit eagerly helped out and became Cinnabarpaw when he was six moons old. The fluffy young apprentice helped out more than ever. Cats gossiped about him viciously and taunted his every mistake because of the mistakes his parents and younger sister made by running off.
Knowing that he didn't have the qualities of a good medicine cat, Cinnabarpaw became Cinnabarcloud--a skilled warrior with both knowledge in poisons, antidotes, fighting, hunting, and class. A noble young warrior, Cinnabarcloud did his best to become the best. However, he denied several opportunities to become deputy and leader, saying that he served his greatest as a simple warrior. As he grew older, his hatred for kittypets increased as he learned more about his parents.
At forty moons old, Cinnabarcloud recinded the ending of 'cloud' and became simply Cinnabar. He became a loner to get rid of the RainClan buzzing in his furry ears and decided to roam the lands. However, for five moons after he left, he was known as "the Red Cloud" to the rogues for he once was part of them.
He decided to abandon that future though. Unlike a rogue, Cinnabar was still Clan-friendly so he decided to become part of Aurora's Faithful instead when his birthday came around and he was forty-five moons. Until that time, he had wandered here and there like a worldly spirit. At now seventy-two moons, he is very wise and a respected fighter, but his disdain for kittypets will always be present.
|| the name I hate; None that he cares to mention
|| the words that stop me;
