Post by echo on Jul 27, 2007 17:18:18 GMT -5
Name - Slatestar
Age - 36 moons
Gender - Tom
Clan - AshClan
Rank - Leader
Personality - Slate is, if one word was used to describe him, aloof. He is calm though not unkind yet is reserved. He doesn't allow his emotions to peer through a carefully constructed mask. He believes in something akin to perfection, but is logical to the point where he knows perfection can never be touched. He is a soft-spoken cat, though this doesn't mean he doesn't speak. On the contrary, he is quite the talker, but in quiet words. He often finds himself musing over various things, whether it's worth pondering or completely insignificant. He is a mirthful cat and likes to make the smallest of teases and jokes that they're almost harmless. Despite his outwardly mild temperament, he can appear enraged at times those these are very few. His favorite pastimes is to question things and play mind games. A manipulative and cautious cat. There can sometimes appear to be two sides of him. The deceitful trickster and the demure feline. In between being a realist and being a dreamer. He sometimes loses himself in the boundaries of his stagnant opposites. His biggest question he once asked himself. Which is the real one?
Appearance - Slate is only a mere few inches above being average height and length. He is born with a smoked dark pelt. A dark sable coat mingled with ashen gray. His silken fur edges out into a fine long-furred coat with a feathery thick tail that often likes to curve itself a couple inches from his paws. Hefty fine paws rise from the ground each time he walks and slender shoulders sloop downward from his dark neck. Two small ears top his black crown and a pair of playful gray-blue eyes are set like small stones into his face. Refined muscles grip his body like any other experienced warrior of his Clan. Tufts of ashen gray are obvious especially along his atramentous haunches. Along with his gray-blue eyes is a soft, short muzzle and long whiskers. To top off his fluffy outward appearance is a pitch black belly and long neck fur that rises gradually in the heat of battle.
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