Post by ☆lorne on Jul 25, 2020 18:23:51 GMT -6
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[attr="class","appTAG"]dusksong - (a tortoiseshell tom-cat with dull green eyes)
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| 38 MOONS | TOM | HETEROSEXUAL | SHADOWCLAN | WARRIOR |
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[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]TRAITS
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| - extroverted - valiant - light-hearted - tolerant - devoted | - slightly conceited - blinded - assertive - facetious - strong-willed |
[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]PERSONALITY
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[attr="class","appFIELD"]it’s no secret that dusksong lights up any area he walks into. he likes to believe that he is entirely energized by being around others, like he feeds off of their moods and atmospheres. it shouldn’t be surprising to find him surrounded by others, or finding him immersing himself in large crowds or group-oriented activities. he possesses a dominant energy, but nothing that can be seen as domineering or intimidating. he’s just extremely self-assured with himself and his abilities. dusksong is confident and he likes to make sure everyone knows it without sounding too grossly self-absorbed and he prides himself on being able to do anything he sets his little mind to, just as long as others are watching him do it of course.
his top priority is his family and his clan. he’s courageous and determined, and he loves being able to pass that on to the fresh up and coming warriors of his clan, whatever their faults may be. he also likes being involved in patrols and gatherings just so he’s aware of things that are going on, simply so he can better protect his people. although, he rarely shows this compassionate side to anyone outside of his immediate family or his clan. he likes to think of himself as intelligent and capable, but sometimes dusksong fails to meet the mark. he can easily overlook things that can be considered unjust and often misses the point of most conversations. it’s not something he does on purpose, but something he does nonetheless.
he loathes situations that make him feel like he has no control of his emotions, or whenever he feels like things have gotten too dreary, which then leads to him making silly jokes under his breath or teasing his clanmates in order to bring the attention back to the more humorous side of things rather than whatever is more important. but despite this little speedbump, he is also very proficient in playful conversation, even in tough situations -which can be a bit inappropriate, to say the least- but it’s all in good fun. he simply doesn’t have a sad bone in his body as he believes there’s no reason for any. however, dusksong is sometimes able to read the room and force his mouth shut when it needs to be (though, these times are rare).
dusksong, in short, leads himself with a happy heart and strong mind. he trusts his brain and his intuition to let him know when his actions are right or wrong. he finds no reassurance in others and is unlikely to trust their judgment, which makes him even more unlikely to heed whatever warning they choose to give him simply because he didn’t come up with it himself. to dusksong, his mind is never wrong and not a thing in the world could make him think otherwise.
his top priority is his family and his clan. he’s courageous and determined, and he loves being able to pass that on to the fresh up and coming warriors of his clan, whatever their faults may be. he also likes being involved in patrols and gatherings just so he’s aware of things that are going on, simply so he can better protect his people. although, he rarely shows this compassionate side to anyone outside of his immediate family or his clan. he likes to think of himself as intelligent and capable, but sometimes dusksong fails to meet the mark. he can easily overlook things that can be considered unjust and often misses the point of most conversations. it’s not something he does on purpose, but something he does nonetheless.
he loathes situations that make him feel like he has no control of his emotions, or whenever he feels like things have gotten too dreary, which then leads to him making silly jokes under his breath or teasing his clanmates in order to bring the attention back to the more humorous side of things rather than whatever is more important. but despite this little speedbump, he is also very proficient in playful conversation, even in tough situations -which can be a bit inappropriate, to say the least- but it’s all in good fun. he simply doesn’t have a sad bone in his body as he believes there’s no reason for any. however, dusksong is sometimes able to read the room and force his mouth shut when it needs to be (though, these times are rare).
dusksong, in short, leads himself with a happy heart and strong mind. he trusts his brain and his intuition to let him know when his actions are right or wrong. he finds no reassurance in others and is unlikely to trust their judgment, which makes him even more unlikely to heed whatever warning they choose to give him simply because he didn’t come up with it himself. to dusksong, his mind is never wrong and not a thing in the world could make him think otherwise.
[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]HISTORY
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[attr="class","appFIELD"]you were born to two lesser known shadowclan warriors, who seemed a bit surprised with you at first. your fur was a copy of your mothers which raised some concern for your future, but was quickly overlooked. your mottling didn’t hold you back from opening your eyes first or being the only kit developed enough to leave the nest (a whole three days before your brothers could even manage to stand on their own). you were in line to be the pride of your blood relatives, and you strived to prove them right.
you made sure to excel in whatever you could; you strutted your stuff all over shadowclan territory for no audience but yourself, simply because you could. but you knew that your abilities were given to you from the teachings of your mentor, of whom you showered with admiration and praise every chance you got. you were being shaped into a fine warrior, but you were known for other things besides your strength and prowess.
you were recognized for your fantastical accounts of things that may or may not have happened; always entertaining the younger apprentices and kits with little anecdotes and particularly incredible tales of hunts or battles. it was how you gained your name, that and you just seemed to talk and talk and talk - seemingly about nothing and everything at the same time. you were proud nonetheless.
once a warrior, you busied yourself with your duties and did your best to uphold the vows you made to your clan - but you couldn’t keep something from your mind. it began as nothing, but soon she had engulfed your mind. you had fallen for her just as quickly as night turned to day. she was a temperamental little thing, and you often disregarded her off-putting personality, but you knew that your relentless advances had slowly but surely won her over. and soon, you had two newborn kits to busy yourself with instead.
they both seemed to be exact replicas of you and your love, rosethorn; and you were particularly ecstatic that you were even able to pass on your genes, especially to two beautiful children. despite overlooking many things in your lifetime, you were aware that some things were a bit unusual regarding one of your kits, the one who came out with your mottling and your color patterns. your little girl was blind, something that stayed with you in the back corners of your mind, but nevertheless you would be sure to provide her with the same nourishment as you would your other daughter, despite the disability.
wherever rosethorn fell short, or whenever you sensed that things seemed to be unbalanced, you vowed that you would be there to pick up the slack no matter how long it took or how hard it could be. now, even with your own shortcomings and familial drama, you promised to keep the peace and prepare yourself, and your family, for whatever was to come.
you made sure to excel in whatever you could; you strutted your stuff all over shadowclan territory for no audience but yourself, simply because you could. but you knew that your abilities were given to you from the teachings of your mentor, of whom you showered with admiration and praise every chance you got. you were being shaped into a fine warrior, but you were known for other things besides your strength and prowess.
you were recognized for your fantastical accounts of things that may or may not have happened; always entertaining the younger apprentices and kits with little anecdotes and particularly incredible tales of hunts or battles. it was how you gained your name, that and you just seemed to talk and talk and talk - seemingly about nothing and everything at the same time. you were proud nonetheless.
once a warrior, you busied yourself with your duties and did your best to uphold the vows you made to your clan - but you couldn’t keep something from your mind. it began as nothing, but soon she had engulfed your mind. you had fallen for her just as quickly as night turned to day. she was a temperamental little thing, and you often disregarded her off-putting personality, but you knew that your relentless advances had slowly but surely won her over. and soon, you had two newborn kits to busy yourself with instead.
they both seemed to be exact replicas of you and your love, rosethorn; and you were particularly ecstatic that you were even able to pass on your genes, especially to two beautiful children. despite overlooking many things in your lifetime, you were aware that some things were a bit unusual regarding one of your kits, the one who came out with your mottling and your color patterns. your little girl was blind, something that stayed with you in the back corners of your mind, but nevertheless you would be sure to provide her with the same nourishment as you would your other daughter, despite the disability.
wherever rosethorn fell short, or whenever you sensed that things seemed to be unbalanced, you vowed that you would be there to pick up the slack no matter how long it took or how hard it could be. now, even with your own shortcomings and familial drama, you promised to keep the peace and prepare yourself, and your family, for whatever was to come.
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| PREFIX; dusk, for his dark and mute-colored fur | SUFFIX; song, for his story-telling and chatty behavior |
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| ☆lorne | |
| 19 | she/her |
| central | discord - lorne#2989 |
[attr="class","appOOCfield"]voice ⭄ similar to chris evans scent ⭄ bitter but slightly sweet, and a bit smokey; like that of burning sage household ⭄ rosethorn, mate ❝ ebonypaw ❞, daughter poppypaw, daughter | |
