Halcro : Loner

[Kaitou]

Name: Halcro
Moons: 25
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Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Description:

Halcro is an uncommonly handsome cat; dark tabby, lean of build but larger than the average cat in the manners of height and length. With legs of significant length and sinew the tom is extremely quick, thus able to live among the snakey crags of WinterClan without worry.

Halcro's features are sharp and vivid, each contour and line marvelously defined and made vibrant by the myriad coloured strips that snake and twine across the entirety of his frame. The tabby's muzzle is pleasant and angular, set with bewitching, forest-green eyes and crowned with tall, perked ears atop which are small tufts of black fur.

Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Description:

Halcro is an uncommonly handsome cat; dark tabby, lean of build but larger than the average cat in the manners of height and length. With legs of significant length and sinew the tom is extremely quick, thus able to live among the snakey crags of WinterClan without worry.

Halcro's features are sharp and vivid, each contour and line marvelously defined and made vibrant by the myriad coloured strips that snake and twine across the entirety of his frame. The tabby's muzzle is pleasant and angular, set with bewitching, forest-green eyes and crowned with tall, perked ears atop which are small tufts of black fur.

Personality:

Halcro is a generally open and direct cat, humourously sardonic and plesantly talkative. He is deeply intellectual and possesses very few qualms about imparting his knowings to others.

Being a very personal and affectionate tom, Halcro has found it difficult living alone in the mountains and yearns for companionship. Despite his being very forward, Halcro remains enigmatic, talking very little of his past, mostly do to his very scant remembrance of it, and tending to avoid questions in its regard.

History:

Very little is known about Halcro's past, even to him. He possesses only a few, scant memories of community, other kits playing, and a sense of familial love he has felt the absence of for twenty odd moons.

He has vague memories of a battle, one in which a she-cat , grievously wounded, rescued him and depositted him in the crags, where he has dwealt ever since.

Roaming within the caves, with no other companion, for many moons the young tom acquired the marvelous ability to communicate, as any Medicine Cat of the Clans, with StarClan. Halcro has become much acquainted with the ancient warriors and seems to rest in their favour, sometimes serving as their emissary to the often unrecieving Clans.

Role Playing Example:

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A shadowed, dark tabby lay rather passively in the corner of a comfortably furnished den. The place had been carefully hollowed out of the surrounding rocks and dirt, with an entryway just small enough for he and his mate to enter through. It was padded throughout with soft grass and moss providing a pleasantly warmed living space, both safe and hidden in which the two could dwell. Closer inspection revealed a rythmically twitching paw, a sure sign that the large tom was about to be drawn into the fields of the dream realm. His sharp features tightened and a slight tremor shook his body before he found himself standing at the base of a cliff looking up...

A massive quarduped, feline Sinbad assumed, stood atop the cliff, sinister, viscous liquid dripping from the obscured maw. The tabby squinted with the effort of discerning the beast's face, only to find that it had dissapeared, leaving in its palce the scattered remains of so, so many small cats. The loner recoiled in obvious horror and felt himself collide with another cat. He whirled to find himself standing before a slender, but muscled warrior of fairly young moons.

The snowy tom inclined his head, "Do not be afraid, Sinbad... My name is Snowstep. I come bearing news of what is to come..."

Sinbad tipped his head askance, tufted ears flat in anxiety, "W-what is to come? Whatever do you mean?"

The frost-hued warrior began to fade from his line of sight, still speaking but fading from earshot and view.


The young will take the place of age,
As ancestor turns against kin,
To cover hills in bloody rage,
Till death is shown its end,

By paws of different heritage,
United against judgment,
An unlikely union in a troubled age,
To destroy the creature hell sent.


"Give my apprentice my affection..." the StarClan warrior called as he vanished with nothing more than a dip of his snowy head.

Sinbad endeavored to run after the cat called Snowstep, but found himself unable to run on the shifting grounds of the dream-fields. He felt himself slipping back to the temporal, falling back into the harsh arms of reality...

He awoke with a start and uttered, loudly and decisively the name, "Snowstep!"

Codeword: Kai

[Kaitou]

Accepted;;
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