What is left when your heart weighs a ton with sorrow? When strategy turns to chaos. When stone shatters. When walls tremble. When creeds crumble.BASIC INFO▲
Name: Warkit - Warpaw - Warwick
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Meaning: War = oorlog, naar zijn strijdlustige karakter; Wick = lont, omdat hij een kort lontje heeft.
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Age: 11 moons
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Gender: Man
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Sexuality: Hetero
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Voice: click! (volwassen ofcourse)
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Clan: ShadowClan
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Rank: Apprentice
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Mentor: Petalstorm
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Bloodline: 100% SC (?)
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Parents: Acefray & Lurkingshade (x Puffincliff)
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Grandparents: Herondale † x Dreamfall † & Thrushdive † x Snowynight
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Siblings: Kindpaw - Silverpaw - Flurrypaw - Chickenpaw - Hairypaw
What is left when it rains fire and iron? When smoke is so dense that screams echo. When friends fall one by one around you. When the soil is drenched with blood.PERSONALITY▲
Good traits: determined - go-getter - silver tongue - cunning
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Bad traits: short temper - controlling - selfish
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In depth: Growing up with a lot of siblings, has not been ideal for the young Warkit. There was a lot of competition among his littermates, to get attention from their parents, who were often busy. He always felt kind of invisible. This made him feel weak and vulnerable. A feeling he hated and despised more than anything. When he grew older, he got obsessed with appearing invincible, being the one who set the boundaries and making sure others would respect those. This obsession got really out of hand, which results in him getting extremely mad when someone crosses his lines.
Deep down, he hides a secret no one is aware of. How his attitude and demeanor is only a wall he has built to keep people from seeing the scared and insecure person he actually is. The lack of attention and approval of his parents has left him with a low self-confidence. He often doubts his decisions, though will never show others how he really feels. To the outside world he is the strong, confident and powerful apprentice the Clan wants him to be. Yet, not all is hopeless. Survival has always been top priority. And to survive is to adapt. If anything, War has a bitter determination to be the best person he can be, which makes him strong regardless his insecurities.
What is left when all seems lost? When reality shifts and there is nothing left but despair. When everything you know falls apart. When hell seems one step closer than heaven. When peace is a memory long forgotten.APPEARANCE▲
Fur color: grey - brown - black
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Fur length: fluff
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Fur pattern: tabby
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Eyes color: orange
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Build: tall - muscular - do you even lift
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Tail: add more fluff here
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Pawpads: light grey
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Nose: light grey
What is left but war?
Onderwerp: ▲ Warpaw ▲ 
zo 16 apr 2017 - 17:48