Post by mlizgr on Mar 24, 2010 1:01:37 GMT -5
Rackount
AGE(in moons) = 40
GENDER = Tom [male]
CLAN = Shadowclan
POSITION = Deputy [though I should warn you, if he gets it he's going to be looking at taking leader, even if he has to kill the current one himself.]
GENDER = Tom [male]
CLAN = Shadowclan
POSITION = Deputy [though I should warn you, if he gets it he's going to be looking at taking leader, even if he has to kill the current one himself.]
Personality: In short, Rackount is a sexist, hateful, violent cat. Female's place is to raise and bear kits, and any who do not wish for that lifestyle have something wrong with them. He refuses to take orders from any female, though with a female leader he may do so on occasion. If it suits him of course. The large cat is also one to hold a grudge, and one to wrong him often ends up paying for it at a later date. One would think that with the danger he poses to his fellow clan-mates that he would have been banished long ago, but the tom is a vicious fighter and a good hunter, knowing how to use his coloring and size to his advantage in both. Rumors have been passed that the tom has eaten the flesh of other cats before, though there has been no proof given either way, and as of yet none have been bold enough to ask him. After all, there is always the chance that they are true and you are next on the menu.
History: Rackount's history is something that the dark cat keeps to himself. Born in a land he has never spoken of, Rackount simply joined the Shadowclan by bringing a rabbit to the freshkill pile and making himself at home. Since then he'd risen in power, and any who have stood in his way were dealt with swiftly and violently. Luckily it didn't take long for most to learn that he was not one to be messed with, or there would likely be fewer clan members than there were.
Appearance: Rackount was a large tom, weighing a good 25 pounds of muscle and fur. His fur was sleek, and mostly black, though there were the faintest silver tabby markings to be found by any who dared get close enough. Whiskers were silver as well, and would likely be the first thing another cat would see on a dark night if it weren't for his eyes. It had been said that to look into Rackount's eyes were to look into the fires of hell, as they were truly the color of the tallest of flames, and to look into them was much like looking into the eyes of a shark, a creature who wanted little more than to destroy you. Both his nose and pawpads were black, though his claws were a silvery color similar to his whiskers.
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