Shadow ++ Finally Finished!

[[^^].Luna.[^^]]

Name:
Shadow

Age:
25 Moons

Gender:
Tom

Desired Clan:
Loner

Desired Position:
Loner

Personality:
Shadow is a carefree cat. That just about sums him up, from heart to head. He doesn't love friends or mates, though sometimes he favors one cat's company over that of another. You could say he likes such a cat, but that's just about it. He didn't have any real strong bond with his similarly tempered parents, nor with his brother. Because of his lack of interest, he has an even temper, even when dealing with cats that anger or scare others. He has created loose friendships with crazy cats or those just like him, but they are willing to fight each other - not just playfights, but real claws-out battling.

There is one thing Shadow does hold dear - his own life. He would never be too proud to turn tail and run if he is loosing a fight and takes care of himself when he's injured. He isn't afraid of death because he knows when it comes it will come - but he has nothing against battle because of his willingness to retreat and preserve his life as long as possible. Just because he's not a sore loser doesn't mean he's a bad fighter. Shadow is amazing at using his strength and weight to overpower even the most slippery opponent.

Physical Description:
This cat is a monochrome, a single shade. Everything about him is black, pure midnight - but darker. His fur absorbs every bit of light, letting none reflect into the eyes of those watching him. He is like a shadow in the night, always darker than his surroundings. He can hide easily in forested areas, but stands out even after sunset in open areas just because of the stars and moonlight. There is only one hue covering every inch of his pelt.

His fur isn't the only blackness on him. His eyes, ebony pools in a just as dark background are hard to see, not standing out if his face. Just tiny sparks of light, so small they could be anything, show the reflective nature of his optics. His paw pads and nose leather are dipped in the same exact hue, as if anything not uniform would be against the laws of his own personal nature. Shadow is stockily built, huge and thick-legged, larger than most adult toms. Strong muscles are obvious beneath his short black fur, rippling with strength when he moves.

Picture:
It is quite difficult to find a picture suiting a cat such as Shadow.

History:
Shadow was never part of any Clan, nor does he plan to be. His parents met at a cat show, and their owners knew that the two Bombays would produce a perfect litter of pure-black, amber-eyed kittens. They mated and the results were almost all as planned - except one, the odd one out. Stockier than the rest of the kittens and with eyes pure black despite the normal blue that youngsters sported, the nameless kitten was not needed in the show business. They wanted to give him away, but could find no takers for the strange black cat. Without anything else to do, they put him out on the streets as soon as he was about four months old.

Most young felines who'd grown up as kittypets would perish within days, but Shadow stayed in hiding and came out only to scavenge for food before ducking for cover once more. He grew to about eight moons with this nocturnal pattern, barely seeing the sun at all. He was told be an old, rickety stray that if he followed the sun's setting edge he would come to forest. So, having nothing to loose, set off west. He came to the tree lands and then continued to a pasture-filled area, settling down. He learned quickly how to hunt and, the first time he was attacked for mistakenly trespassing, picked up the idea of fighting. He learned quickly and is now fully adapted to a rogue's way of life.

IC:

"I don’t mean to intrude on your territory. No, scratch that. I do mean to intrude and I hope you aren’t to incredibly irritated with me."

--Middy, RPing Phobia in Warriors United thread.

"As long as we're being honest with each other," Shadow said, his voice hiding laughter at Phobia's joke. He continued, tones still light - "I don't particularly mind." And he really didn't - the trespasser had come as a pleasant surprise, something to break up those long hours of doing what Shadow did best - having no where to be. Clan life would be terrible for such a cat, one who made a point of never letting anyone expect him anywhere. If someone told him to go to a certain place at a certain time, Shadow was very constant in not going. But sometimes this free will had its downsides; boredom was the one Shadow despised the most. It would sneak up on him as he enjoyed being lazy in the sun or roaming for the sake of roaming on another's land. Grabbing up his ability to like a slow day, the restless want of something to do would kick in. He'd been suffering from such an annoyance for nearly a quarter moon, and was very happy for the distraction. Perhaps this encounter would cure him of the only thing that got him frustrated.

Shadow's eyes remained cold and black, staring with a careless kind of welcome at Phobia. He recalled the last interaction the two had had; it'd started with a bit of a fight, but quickly dissolved as both realized that they weren't able to annoy the other in the slightest. The two cats, both purely loners with no friends or want for them, had become strange companions, the most unlikely kind of mutual respect. Shadow was impressed by Phobia's madness which, while somehow staying complete, was mixed with perfect sanity. The huge black tom didn't know what Phobia saw in Shadow except perhaps that I don't care attitude that never left him. There wasn't any point in dissecting the truce, however, because careful analysis could reveal fragile points and break everything.


Code:
Whisper

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Accepted! lol, jkkkkk!!!!!

[[^^].Luna.[^^]]

Yay! I am done at long last!

[±∞STREAMY∞±]

Took ya long enough xD

[[^^].Luna.[^^]]

Hey! lol..