Post by Fawn on Aug 15, 2014 20:26:39 GMT -5
Name: Coldkit -> Coldpaw -> ??
Age: 1 Moon
Gender: Tom
Clan: RainClan/Loner
Rank: Kit
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Photo Copyright @jason Teale
Description:
Description Summary: A slender white tom with unnaturally ice-pale eyes.
Personality:
Age: 1 Moon
Gender: Tom
Clan: RainClan/Loner
Rank: Kit
More Pictures.
Photo Copyright @jason Teale
Description:
Fur white as snow. Eyes blue as ice. Heart black as ebony. Coldkit was named for his snowy pelt, a wintry appearance if ever there was one, reaffirmed when he first opened a pair of frigid, piercing eyes. The tender pink shades of his nose, claws, ears and the skin around his eyes are distinctive and create an overall soft look that seems to offset his unnerving stare. His body structure is slender with a short, partially dense coat; a collection of averages, his height, length and weight for his age are typical, and he will likely stay proportionate the entirety of his life. No awkward growth spurts for him, with paws too big for his body or a tail so long he'll have to grow into it somehow.
Though not containing much muscle mass at the present, Coldkit's specialty is speed, both in an all-out run as well as quick reflexes, and he will be able to snatch a fish out of the river with ease and precision.Or just as easily cut the throat of another cat.
Coldkit, owing entirely to his disastrous genetics, suffers from severe sensitivity to light; during the brightest hours of the day, his eyes mercilessly sting and water and his vision loses it's clarity. The pain can occasionally be unbearable enough to require a visit to the Medicine Cat's den for some poppy seeds and a chance to escape the brutal light - as though a demon confined to only being comfortable in the dark. The reflections off water can be especially hurtful, and Coldkit will prefer to avoid fishing unless in the earliest moments of dawn, before the sun's properly crawled over the horizon line.
When it eventually becomes nighttime, however, Coldkit will prove to be a very efficient hunter and fighter.
Description Summary: A slender white tom with unnaturally ice-pale eyes.
Personality:
I am winter.
If coldness is the absence of warmth, and white is the absence of color, what that leaves us with is an empty personality wrapped up in superficiality that is as inherent to him as is the color of his fur. Full of shallow emotions, manipulative tendencies and a desire to cause pain in others, Coldkit is a strange, genetically faulty product of a boredom-induced tryst between a LightningClan tom and a RainClan she-cat.
The apple does not fall far from the tree, however. Having gained the signature guiltless immorality and ill-regard for the meaning of life from both sire and dame, Coldkit was born with a double dosage of apathy; if the others knew what he was really like, they would question if he had been born without a heart at all. Death holds its appeal for young Coldkit, who has trouble truly connecting with others, inwardly considering himself far superior to cats he may call Clanmates; there is a sense of displacement, as if he were a phantom amongst the living.
A spirit who does not belong, yet must parody being alive or else risk others finding out who he truly is. It is not the death of himself that fascinates the emotion-impaired son of Whiteshade, it is the deaths of others that holds his attention like a limping rabbit would a fox's. He finds no small note of satisfaction in watching perfectly nice cats somehow find their life-threads cut short through various and sometimes random circumstances; death is not something to fear, to Coldkit, but a game of chance and probabilities.
He holds no belief in StarClan, and like his father, he considers possessing the power of life and death to be a high unlike anything else - almost unlike anything else - and the very idea of it casts a luminous, eerie gleam into the tom's phantom-pale eyes.
Rather than allow himself the heightened probability of becoming an outcast like his paternal aunt, Cherrypool, Coldkit has readily adapted and learned to play the game called life, and maintain a certain level of normalcy. He has difficulty understanding the jokes of others (realistic laughter is a challenge), and owing to his unusual appearance, Coldkit often places the blame upon a 'faulty right ear', though his hearing is as pristine as his snow-white pelt. Beyond telling the other kits what it is they wish to hear, beyond a basic understanding of all the little weaknesses and nuances of their tiresome little personalities, there is still a wall between himself and the others. He cannot cross this wall, and without them knowing such a wall even exists, no help can be expected from their side either.
He is alone yet surrounded. Popular yet without true friends.
Does this bother him?Perhaps.
Would you be upset if a gathering of mice made no attempts to befriend the real you? These oblivious, dithering others were rodents, and he was something else. Something different. Unburdened by their emotional ties and their useless morals, Coldkit ghosts through this life without having found his proper calling. He has no desire to heal others, no desire to achieve the status of deputy (despite 'earnestly' chiming in that he wants to be Coldstar whenever they play a few imaginary games as 'LeopardClan' or something along those dreary lines), and beyond following the natural order of warrior life and becoming an apprentice, his aspirations are virtually nonexistent.There's no turning back.What Coldkit will discover upon his first taste of battle, is a remnant of his mother's insatiable cannibalism: blood. Can there be anything so sweet? So red? With little interest in the flesh of his own kind, it is their life-force that he comes to desire, wishing to drink and drink until whatever emptiness is inside of him at last becomes full. If it ever will.
While Coldkit lacks remorse, shame or guilt of any kind, he is not entirely without genuine emotion, though close. Possessive of others (family members included), it is not love that drives him to lash out at those that wish his immediate family harm, it is more the idea that things that belong to him are being mistreated. Don't touch my stuff.
He can get downright obsessive, however, once some unfortunate feline does manage to catch his eye and he wishes to own them as he owns his family, and an intensity awakens in him that rivals a proper blizzard of leafbare -- a white flame that burns cold. He will have what he's after, and he will kill for it.
History:And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.An unholy union between cannibal and sociopath, Coldkit is the product of the closest things the valley will have to demons. Not the only kit in their accidental half-Clan litter, Coldkit's relationship with his sibling(s) remains to be seen; neither parent has displayed themselves as particularly loving and protective, but he doesn't seem to notice this. He acknowledges that his presence in this world was unintentional -- a mistake-- but rather than let this impact his self esteem, Coldkit does not seem to care. He does take some interest in both parents, curious (as all kits are) regarding the similarities between himself and his creators, wondering if they are much like himself or if he truly is a ghost in the world of the living.
Alone.
Other:
Warrior Name Ideas
Coldpool,Coldclaw,Coldsnake,Coldsting,Coldbite,Coldflame,Coldtalon,
Coldvenom,Coldthistle,Coldleaf,Coldfoot,Coldmist,Coldmoon,Coldsky
Coldstride,Coldrush
Coldpaw x Bluepaw - Cupid by Hurts