Post by Huntress on Jul 15, 2012 16:50:24 GMT -5
BLUEBLOOD
tom | shadowclan | 36 moons | warrior
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Appearance
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Personality
Blueblood is charming, graceful, skilled, but definitely has a mind of his own. Not even the greatest ring master could tame this kitty, because he is twice as wild as a lion. With a voice chilling enough to freeze even the warmest of hearts, and eyes that can burn the coldest of souls, you can bet that Blueblood is a cat that is not usually trifled with. He is clever and sneaky, but very open about his thoughts and feelings, not giving a damn what anyone thinks of him or says about him. He is embarrassed by his family ties, specifically his cowardly father, so I guess you could consider that a weak point. He truly doesn't believe in StarClan. In his opinion, when you die, you really die. There is no after life, you just die and stay in a vast pool of nothingness. In reality, he doesn't even care. He takes advantage of his time being alive, and proceeds to do whatever he wants.
Blueblood has a soft spot for pretty females, not the ugly ones, just the attractive ones. He wouldn't hurt a she-cat in a million moons, considering them fallen angels from the land of nothingness. He wouldn't hurt a kit either, so I guess you could say he has a bit of a soft side, but not much of one. He has no compassion for anyone else. You could be an elder close too death and he wouldn't care. One of Blueblood's pet peeves are cats who gossip. He could care less about who had kits with whom. It just doesn't matter to him. All of that drama will vanish after everyone around him dies anyways. And then he will die, and life will go on. Don't judge Blueblood on how he views death, because he loves life. He really does. He lives for the day everyday he's alive.
History
Bluekit was different from the moment he was born. He was an only kit...although his mother could've sworn she felt more than one kicking her in the gut, which led some cats in the clan to believe that he murdered his littermates. When the tiny tabby scrap opened his eyes for the first time, the clan was horrified to discover that they were an unnatural shade of amber, appearing red in the right lighting. Some called him cursed, and some called him the incarnation of all evil, but Bluekit ignored the constant expressions of fear from the other kits, and forced them to play with him by threatening to 'curse' them if they didn't.
Bluepaw didn't wish to train early in the mornings; he preferred to sleep in. His mentor had to force him awake for training each morning, and had to deal with his constant nagging while biting her lip in agony, holding herself back from dropping the smart mouth off a cliff right then and there. She wasn't alone. Many of the elders accused him of putting thorns in their bedding, and claimed that he was a bad omen and needed to be killed or banished from the clan for good. Bluepaw couldn't change their opinions of him, even though he didn't really care. He couldn't even impress them with his extraordinary hunting and fighting skills. Bluepaw was involved in a gruesome murder when another apprentice from a different clan raced over the border. The poor apprentice was found dead in a puddle of blood, and Bluepaw, who was standing next to the body with blood on his claws, was blamed.
Bluepaw received the warrior name Blueblood as a deliberate reminder of the murder. Blueblood's father retreated from the clan not long after he and his mate birthed a stillborn kit, fleeing from the opinions that he was also a bad omen. Blueblood shook his head at this, ashamed of his father's weakness. After all, he had managed to survive the judging and spitting his entire life.
