Post by Riverflame on Apr 15, 2009 14:55:47 GMT -5
Name: Morte
Age: Not known for sure; about 26 moons.
Gender: Tom
Clan: N/A; Rogue
Rank: N/A
Description: Morte is a bulky gray tom with dull yellow eyes. He has a long, bushy tail, and large paws. His claws are long and sharp, as are his teeth. His legs are long, and he is agile for his size. His ears are large, helping him detect sounds faster than a normal cat. His left ear has a nick in it from a fight he doesn't remember. His nose is his weakness; when he was a kit, he was around Twolegs who smoked, causing him to lose most of his sense of smell.
Personality: Always looking for trouble. Morte hates Twolegs and other cats, no matter what. He wanders anywhere, looking for anyone who challenges him. He considers himself, "Death," as he has never spared a life; any cat that he has fought, has died so far. Morte doesn't believe in StarClan, he believe that when he dies he will become a roaming spirit, to continue killing. Killing is his hobby; if he becomes bored, he'll search for victims.
History: Morte was born a kittypet, and was cared for by abusive housefolk. They called him "Beast," because they also had a pretty tabby she-cat called "Beauty." They were both abused, but Beauty didn't know what she would do outside. When he was old enough, Beast escaped when his housefolk left the door open for a second.
He roamed for a while, tired and hungry, scared off by other stronger cats. He wandered for a few days more, then collapsed from hunger. A Twoleg picked him up while he was asleep, and dropped him by an old farm in hopes to give him something to eat. When the tom woke up, he smelled prey and went to hunt. A large tom was already at the farm, and they fought. Beast was so hungry and desperate, that he immediately aimed for the throat; the fight was over in moments. The Twoleg found the dead tom and the next time he saw Beast, he called him Morte, meaning Death in his native tongue. The Twoleg attempted to befriend Morte, but whenever he came close enough, the tom remembered his housefolk and attacked. His memories haunted him, driving him away from the farm. Again he roamed, hungry. He came across more rogues, and killed them; he then claimed the territory as his own. He craves death, and has no reason to change his ways just yet.
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Age: Not known for sure; about 26 moons.
Gender: Tom
Clan: N/A; Rogue
Rank: N/A
Description: Morte is a bulky gray tom with dull yellow eyes. He has a long, bushy tail, and large paws. His claws are long and sharp, as are his teeth. His legs are long, and he is agile for his size. His ears are large, helping him detect sounds faster than a normal cat. His left ear has a nick in it from a fight he doesn't remember. His nose is his weakness; when he was a kit, he was around Twolegs who smoked, causing him to lose most of his sense of smell.
Personality: Always looking for trouble. Morte hates Twolegs and other cats, no matter what. He wanders anywhere, looking for anyone who challenges him. He considers himself, "Death," as he has never spared a life; any cat that he has fought, has died so far. Morte doesn't believe in StarClan, he believe that when he dies he will become a roaming spirit, to continue killing. Killing is his hobby; if he becomes bored, he'll search for victims.
History: Morte was born a kittypet, and was cared for by abusive housefolk. They called him "Beast," because they also had a pretty tabby she-cat called "Beauty." They were both abused, but Beauty didn't know what she would do outside. When he was old enough, Beast escaped when his housefolk left the door open for a second.
He roamed for a while, tired and hungry, scared off by other stronger cats. He wandered for a few days more, then collapsed from hunger. A Twoleg picked him up while he was asleep, and dropped him by an old farm in hopes to give him something to eat. When the tom woke up, he smelled prey and went to hunt. A large tom was already at the farm, and they fought. Beast was so hungry and desperate, that he immediately aimed for the throat; the fight was over in moments. The Twoleg found the dead tom and the next time he saw Beast, he called him Morte, meaning Death in his native tongue. The Twoleg attempted to befriend Morte, but whenever he came close enough, the tom remembered his housefolk and attacked. His memories haunted him, driving him away from the farm. Again he roamed, hungry. He came across more rogues, and killed them; he then claimed the territory as his own. He craves death, and has no reason to change his ways just yet.
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