[Gemini]

Blizzard that rustles great oak the basics Full Name • Blizzard that Rustles Great Oak Age •  Sixty-five moons. Gender • Tom. Sexuality • Heterosexual (for now). Clan • Tribe of Forgotten Waters. Rank • Cave-Guard. the appearance Appearance Summary •  A tall and large, long-furred white and black muscular tomcat with amber eyes. Overall Appearance • Blizzard that Rustles Great Oak is clearly a woolly and voluminous feline. The tom's genetics are taken to the Maine Coon breed, noted by his large size, lengthy fur, triangular countenance, tufted ears, and huge paws. A large head fixated to his behemoth, herculean embodiment, and roughly textured fur. He feels relatively dirty, considering he despises being wet due to his thick pelage weighing him down.  The tom's size is massive and quite petrifying to those who stand below him. Long, solid legs that can barely be seen beneath his elongated pelage. The base of his pelt is alabaster, littered with atramentous mackerel stripes down his legs to his paws. His flanks are speckled and ticked with black and deep grays. His countenance is defined by his wide maw and deep-set amber eyes, occasionally appearing shuttered as if he was hiding something. His visionaries provide a look into his personality, occurring as intimidating and mysterious, though a there was a hidden kindness behind those meandering eyes. Many might find themselves lost in his hypnotic gaze, possibly flooding anxiety into another. Standing at thirty-one inches and forty-three inches in length from head to tail. His tail is feathered with long fur, velutinous to the touch, looking much like this cat's tail (click).  the personality Likes • Snow, cold weather, violence, battle, patrols, kits, etc.  Dislikes • heat, selfishness, disloyalty, hunting, injuries, etc. Strengths •  Fighting, climbing, tracking. Neutral • Nurturing, stamina, swimming. Weaknesses • Agility, leaping, hunting. Fears •  Hurting others to a point that can't be forgiven, fire, and drowning. Overall Personality • Blizzard that Rustles Great Oak is someone who tends to put others before himself, swaying others to voice their feelings in order to comfort them. Many might be intimidated by his behemoth mass, but all in all, Blizzard is a gentle giant. His allocentric nature pays no mind to himself, centering the attention on others rather than himself. Despite how he feels, he struggles to express his melancholic feelings because he doesn't want to burden others. He rather be burdened by others than burdening others and possibly pushing them away. The reason he ignores his own feelings is his intuition. Blizzard being a very intuitive tom, he finds himself observing others more often than anyone normally would. He's good at detecting tension in someone else, considering it typically causes him to feel stressed and tense. The difference between joy and someone being upset or angered is simple for him to comprehend and identify. Protective of those he deeply cares for, and most times than often, willing to risk his life for one of his tribe-mates. If anyone dares steps upon someone he loves, he is willing to cause destruction to come crashing down upon the one(s) who hurt a significant other. Blizzard loathes anyone or anything that hurts someone in general, finding it disrespectful and disappointing.  At its best, Blizzard is suave,  in his own way, displaying a charm of comfort and being reliable for others to come to if they need a shoulder to lean on. Blizzard that Rustles Great Oak would never turn down the opportunity to converse and comfort another, finding happiness to be a key importance in life. The way he strolls across the terrain is quite elegant, trekking with his head held high and chest shown, legs tall and solid.  Occasionally, Blizzard can be self-critical with himself, putting himself down and discouraging himself by mistakes. Simple mistakes don't bother him much, but ones with more depth is what disappoints him and forms his doubts. He typically throws himself out there, doing everything he can to overachieve and do whats best for the sake of the tribe. This makes him seem somewhat egocentric, as he likes to hold an impressive image and impression on others. Brutally blunt. Blizzard's bluntness might take others by surprise, as he can accidentally offend or push others away, which is the last thing he wishes for when it comes to social interaction. He is direct with his actions and words, making sure others understand exactly what he means. His placid demeanor is what daunts others, as his bitter gaze comes along with it. Blizzard is unfortunately challenging to understand oftentimes, as he's never really easily excited nor upset. However, once he's opened up, he's definitely much more of a sweetheart and willing to express his feelings and emotions more. His expressionless countenance makes for an unpredictable feline, as there's no way of telling what's next with him, whether it's assertive, aggressive, sweet, or blunt. During an approach with a loner, rogue, or clan cat, Blizzard could snap within moments, or he might not. It really depends on his mood and the type of day he's having though.  Despite his approachable and amiable nature, the behemoth feline is impassive, reluctant to allow anyone to get past him without a greeting or mere few words. He finds it disrespectful, thinking moral and manners are necessary. With outsiders, his impassiveness is more in the forms of belligerence, sending his wrath every which way. He is quite intolerant, being quick to resort to violence and abrasive mannerism. The tom isn't really intolerant with those of his Tribe, considering they are his friends and family, or just simply acquaintances. He wouldn't dare harm anyone within the Tribe, as that's foul and wrong in every way possible, or so, he believes. Strangely, Blizzard is mysterious, known to slip away from the cave they called home. This may peek curiousness and doubts in others that Blizzard is any good and might stab others in the back, but that isn't true as he's not intending to deceive anyone. His unwavering gaze is what makes others overwhelmed about him, filled with mischief. The tom isn't mischievous in a malicious demeanor, as he only means his trouble through whimsical actions and words. Rarely is this side of him noticed, as he tries not to let his mischievous devil occur.  the history Father • Night of Falling Leaves (alive) Mother • Dawn of Pale Light (alive) Siblings • Smoke of Scorching Flames (alive; brother), Talon of Swooping Owl (alive; younger brother), & Frost on Morning Grass (alive; younger sister) Other • Bee that Kisses Flowers (alive; adoptive mother). Overall history •  Kittenhood: Blizzard that Rustles Great Oak was born to Night of Falling Leaves and Dawn of Pale Light, with a brother by the name of Smoke of Scorching Flames. Blizzard was born sickly, and his brother had loved him with his heart, almost seeming fatherly. The young kit was a curious one, being enthusiastic and sweet as a kit. He was loved by his brother and father, but his mother had been disappointed about birthing an ill kit. She was disgusted by him, explaining to her mate that she was worried and didn't want to see his death come about. Night wasn't quick to agree with his mate, Dawn, rather frustrated that she wanted to rid her kit due to illness. It was wrong. Night wished that she'd nurse him back to health or just ask the Skyteller, but instead, one night, she left out and left him out in the territory. Night had been aware of this, seeking out for his kit and bringing him back to the nursery. The morning was a rough argument between the lovers, Blizzard upset and confused as to why his mother didn't love him. Bee that Kisses Flowers had always been watching the two arguing about Blizzard, feeling horrible for the kit, she informed the healer to help the pair. Blizzard was soon in good health, being larger than his brother, Smoke. To-Be: Soon enough, Blizzard that Rustles Great Oak reached eight moons, and it was time to learn! He was absolutely ecstatic. Overjoyed. Once Blizzard that Rustles Great Oak was at the age to be taught by the tribe. He had taken a liking to being more of a cave-guard, feeling he would struggle hunting with his behemoth size. The tom feared that he would scare all the prey away from coming through with his large paws and big head. He had put a lot of thought of whether he wanted to be a cave-guard or prey-hunter.  The tom eventually came across a molly of the tribe, whose name was Bee that Kisses Flowers. Bee was a very sweet and generous cat, who had a motherly-like nature. Blizzard would always tell her that she'd be a fantastic mother someday. She was young. She was about twenty-six moons at the time, when she'd been at the beginning of Blizzard's training. The training he went through was difficult and rather tiring. Occasionally, Bee that Kisses Flowers would take Blizzard out to seprately tone his skills from the group. It was always a game of chase or hide and seek. Why? Because Bee was training Blizzard to track and run, learning stamina/endurance, before beginning the fighting sessions. But eventually enough, Blizzard had gotten better than Bee herself, at her little games. Bee was proud of the To-Be. For StarClan's sake, he was closer to Bee than their family! One day, during a session, where it was his first day of learning to fight, it had went well, and as planned. Though, lately, Night and Dawn have been focusing on things other than their own kits. So, because of this, and Night and Dawn already having another litter, Bee had adopted the two siblings. He continued his training, and had success, being challenged. His brother and he had challenged each other as well, and eventually, both exceeded and had became fine cave guards. Cave-Guard: Over moons, Blizzard didn't have a crazy, exciting life, fending off what he could and doing what he could for the sake of the tribe. Now, in current, Blizzard that Rustles Great Oak guards the cave, doing a fine job at what they do. With Smoke and Bee that Kisses Flowers by his side, he believes that he can conquer anything. However, he has grown different since they were younger. He wasn't so optimistic and sweet like he used to be, but deep down, there is. the role player Alias • Gemini Pronouns • She/Her. What other Characters do you play? • This is my seventh character.

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