Past Names| Freckles, Hushedkit, Hushedpaw.
Nicknames| To-Be added in roleplay.
Birth season| Winter.
Age| Fourteen moons old.
Belief in Starclan:
Let me die a youngman's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death
Current Clan| Snowclan
Past Clan(s)| Loner, Snowclan.
Birth Clan| None.
Rank| Warrior of Snowclan.
Past Ranks| Loner, Kit, Apprentice.
Former| ooo (Is anyone willing to be up as his former mentor?)
Signature Move| Hushedwish has so far developed one signature move, one made specifically for killing.
To perform it, the tom must make sure that his opponent is low on energy; which he achieves by performing a chain of non-harmful attacks and moving to instant defence. There is also a chance that it will not work if his opponent is much heavier of bigger than him.
Once he makes sure that he will be able to perform it, Hushedwish will throw himself on the ground, sliding under the cat and reaching for their throat with his teeth. When he has a strong hold on them, he will kick his back legs, throwing them over and on their back; slicing their throat.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
[ G E N E R A L I N F O R M A T I O N ]
Appearance| [Eyes | Bodybuild | Fur | Scars and Disabilities | Accessories | Scent | Summary ]
►Scars and Disabilities|
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Hushedwish is a bright tom, and takes great satisfaction in learning things. His greatest achievement in life is being able to openly call himself smart; and this only after being called smart by others. Plans which require tactical skill and a complicated train of though are a piece of cake to him. His one great passion is studying and finding new ways to improve his tactics and moves. During hunting patrols, he will often try to apply new ways of catching his prey- which often might seem even curial to other cats. And yet, Hushedmoth won't ever stop to hear the opinions of others on his ways, going as far as trying to talk to the leader and the deputy if there is an upcoming battle. He believes his abilities to be great in this field, and doesn't want them to go unnoticed.
It would be hard for one to deny that Hushedwish has an... unusual air about him. A not altogether unpleasant cat, distant and not exactly friendly, some cats might find themselves a tad uncomfortable at his presence. [[More to be added]]
If there is something Hushedwish despises, this is the idea that he will have to walk in another's pawprints. He is anything but a follower, and he would much rather being the one leaving marks; the one who would leave his pawprints for others to walk on. Like every kit, he always had someone to tell him what to do- but with the sole difference that Hushedwish was never content with it. He always hated the idea that he was lead by someone else other than himself.
Hushedwish had always been a confident cat. Confident in his abilities, in his looks, in his way of getting what he wants. But at some point, a little while before he was made a warrior, his confidence in himself started to falter. He isn't so sure if he's as good as he thought, not anymore. And he can't help but wonder: is anyone out there who really resents him? Anyone who dislikes him, who wants nothing but him to stop existing. Some people would have called it paranoia, but it is just a pang of wonder in the back of Hushedwish's mind. Although he often feels like everything bad that happens is his fault, the young tomcat does't dare tell anyone.
Hushedwish has long since realized that his life is his own and he is the only one that must have control on it. He feels that he cannot rely on anyone else to take care of him, and won't do it in the first place. In his eyes, the best one can do for themselves is help themselves alone; and that, by doing that, they will also become better cats in the progress.
Note: Due to exams coming up and me needing to study, I'll only list the key-points for now.
-Hushedwish, then named Freckles, is born along with his three siblings to the loner Shoelace and the kittypet Adonis.
-Oblivious to the fact that their father was a living kittypet, the kits spend the first few weeks of their lives under the protection of their mother, until they were old enough to start travelling around with her.
-Soon after their birth, one of the kits dying out of starvation. Out of fear for her remaining kits, Shoelace took Freckles and his siblings away, into the wild and away from twolegs that would scare away the prey.
-Unfortunately, the time she chose to bring her kits into the forests was the most unfortunate one, as it was one of the times foxes were roaming the area; which resulted in her getting killed along the way.
Welcoming Bluebeards to our darkening closets,
Stranglers to our outstretched necks,
Stranglers, who neither care nor
care to know that
Death is internal.
[ F A M I L Y ]
Shoelace || Loner || DeceasedFather|
Adonis || Kittypet || Alive Siblings|
Vixenface || Snowclan || Alive ((UFA))
Clovermeadow || Snowclan || Alive ((UFA))
Spring || Loner || DeceasedMate|
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
[ S E X U A L I N F O R M A T I O N]
✘ Lasting Relationship
✔ Quick Fling
✔ UnsurePossible Crushes|
"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
[ E X T R A S ] Trivia|
- Due to being born outside of the Clans, Hushedwish doesn't believe in Starclan all that much; however, he still tries hard to.Theme Song(s)|
A perfect circle- Pet.Allergies|
[Prey | Season | Scent | Colour |Time Of Day | Cat | Activity | Place | Flower | Ability]
Prey : Hushedwish especially likes rabbit.
Season : Spring.
Color : Cream.
Time of Day : Sunset.
Place : Generally high places.
Scent : ooo
Cat : oooLikes|
There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.
[ R E L A T I O N S H I P S ]
[Heart Chart TBA]
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
[ R O L E P L A Y I N F O R M A T I O N ]
✘ Notes | ooo
✔ Skype | ooo
✔ Chats | ooo
✔ Forum | ooo
✘ Comments | ooo
✘ G/PG | No....
✔ PG-13 | Hnn, yes~
✔ Mature | Yesyesyesyes
✔ Crack | Yep~
The cold breeze blew Rushlight’s snow-white ears backwards. The tom closed his eyes for a moment, letting the feeling wash over him, numb his screaming senses to the point where he felt almost like he was lying on the snow he was currently walking on.
It was a sensation nearly soothing. Nearly, but not quite.
His silver eyes flew open once again, and Rushlight gritted his teeth. He couldn’t afford the comfort of resting- not yet. He still had to warn the clan before he even sat down for a moment. It wouldn’t be nice if something attacked him just because he was out in the open- or worse, attacked Highclan. However, this wasn't the only reason Rushlight wanted to find shelter; he needed time. Time not only to rest, but to sit down and think as well. Think about everything that had happened, once again trying to make sense out of it all.
How could he not have noticed? Everything has wrong, so why hadn't his brain registered it? The scent, the clawmarks, he should have realized the rouges hiding just a few foxlengths away. He should- but he didn't. And because of that, he was now injured. But how could Rushlight, a single cat, take on so many? He was lucky to make out alive.
With a soft sigh, the tomcat felt his powers abandon him. He took one, two, three steps, before collapsing on the snow.
Lately, he had begun to pay more attention to the things around him. Things he took for granted before, now he cherished them. The way the wind blew, or how the sun warmed his face every sunset, just like now. You see, when you realize your existence is going to be wiped off of this planet, even if you don’t want to, you get effected. But Rushlight couldn't believe it. He couldn’t. He had to believe he would win this fight.
Cold snow touched the wound on his belly, cold as thousands of little spikes made out of ice that pierced right through his fur, sending chills down his body. His breath caught in his throat. Rushlight’s silver eyes caught movement in the trees, but it was gone within seconds.
Creepy, Rushlight thought bitterly as he felt his very own existence getting lighter. From the corner of his eyes, darkness entered his vision, painting his world a comforting black.
Rushlight almost felt like he was flying.
Flying? No, that wasn’t quite right. It didn’t feel like flying- not at all. Rushlight felt like…Like he was falling.
The feeling was so strange; his brain couldn’t quite register it. Like his insides were being twisted into a knot, and his lungs burned with blazing flames. But, at the same it, it was like lying on a soft bed, covered with warm blankets on a cold night. A feeling so strange, he couldn’t even call it a feeling.
Then again, if it wasn’t a feeling, what could it be?
For a moment, Rushlight thought he saw light. Just for a moment. But, for him, it was enough. Quietly, a bell rang in the back of his mind. Bit by bit, gently, the tom felt himself slowing down.
But no. He still had to do something.
Rushlight's eyes flickered open, with effort, just in time to see another movement. With all the power he could gather, the tom called out:
"Is anyone there?"