Post by flamingdawn on Sept 29, 2009 13:06:18 GMT -6
Name: Lithium
Age: 25 moons
Rank: Leader
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Tribe of Midnight Frost
Appearance: Lithium has...strange fur for a cat. The base is a cool shade of pure white, shadowed at the tips by a smoky gray. His face is almost black in color, and his pale amber eyes shimmer at you like an unexpected piece of prey. Fluffy white fur pops out of his ears. Lituin is slightly tabby, with dark stripes on his head. His fur fades until it is pure white at the end of his tail.
Personality: Lithium's appearance differs from his attitude in many ways: First of all, he is ferocious. Second, potentially deadly. And finally, probably a cat you would never want to cross paths with. He strikes his rapidly changing temper at anyone who happens to cross his path at the wrong time. The saying "If looks could kill" finally has a meaning; his pale glittering amber eyes are the last things you are ever going to see if you made him angry. He doesn't like to banish cats from his Tribe if they were bad. Lithium likes to kill them.
History: Strangely, Lithium grew up in a Twolegplace, as a warm and cozy kit, huddled by his mother's side. His name was Fluffy, because his mother thought that the giant tufts of fluff coming from his ears were adorable. But Fluffy yearned to go outside, to jump into the swirling leaves of leaf-fall. So, he ventured out when his family and the Twolegs weren't looking.
He made a high price for his misjudgement.
It was not leaf-fall anymore; white flakes were swirling around, not golden dappled leaves. It was leafbare, and Fluffy was only 4 moon old, stuck in the snowy weather.
He found a bunch of Twoleg kits running around and hitting a thick hard leaf with a stick. As he jumped into the Thunderpath to chase the leaf, one of them grabbed him by his tail.
"Let go of me!" he screeched in pain, but, of course, they never heard him.
The Twoleg kit flung him into the snowdrift by his tail, picking him up again, then dropping him onto the hard, frozen Thunderpath.
"Stop it! Please, please, I didn't mean it, stop it!" he wailed.
Soon the other Twoleg kits started joining in, and soon everyone was hurting him, flinging him, dropping him, beating him with a stick. When the kits left, roughly 30 minutes after they started, Fluffy was in ruins. All his legs were broken, his pelt mangled and bloody, and one ear was shreadded to bits. Fluffy waited in the freezing snowbank to die.
But then a loner came by. Her name was Fleece, no doubt for her thick white pelt. She took one look at the fluffy little gray-and-white kit, and picked him up and brought him to the nearest Twoleg nest. There, the twolegs and Fleece nursed him until he was better.
Fluffy left when he was 10 moons old, leaving Fleece broken-hearted. But he didn't care. After those Twoleg kits tortured him, he had a bitter, deep seated grudge, and it would always stay with him.
He found a place in a Twoleg alley. Other cats were there, but he didn't care. So he slept.
He woke up to find three cats, littermates by the guess of them, all three were identical black-and-white toms with ice-blue eyes. They said their names were Jack, Spike and Stone. They talked for a while, Fluffy talking about his history.
Suddenly, Jack asked a question Fluffy wasn't ready for. He thought back to when he was with Fleece.
The Twolegs were arguing in the kitchen:
'You can't put lithium batteries into that!' the female Twoleg yelled.
'Yes I can,' the other replied calmly.
Fluffy had asked what lithium was. She said is was a poison that could kill you.
"Lithium. My name is Lithium."
So, Fluffy was now called Lithium.
Soon, Lithium had a band of cats, rogues, loners, follow his lead. He was a leader. He called his "clan" the Tribe of Midnight Frost, it reminded him of that day he was tortured, and that he would get his revenge somehow.
Now he has found the four Clans, and he wants to take over them. For good.
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Age: 25 moons
Rank: Leader
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Tribe of Midnight Frost
Appearance: Lithium has...strange fur for a cat. The base is a cool shade of pure white, shadowed at the tips by a smoky gray. His face is almost black in color, and his pale amber eyes shimmer at you like an unexpected piece of prey. Fluffy white fur pops out of his ears. Lituin is slightly tabby, with dark stripes on his head. His fur fades until it is pure white at the end of his tail.
Personality: Lithium's appearance differs from his attitude in many ways: First of all, he is ferocious. Second, potentially deadly. And finally, probably a cat you would never want to cross paths with. He strikes his rapidly changing temper at anyone who happens to cross his path at the wrong time. The saying "If looks could kill" finally has a meaning; his pale glittering amber eyes are the last things you are ever going to see if you made him angry. He doesn't like to banish cats from his Tribe if they were bad. Lithium likes to kill them.
History: Strangely, Lithium grew up in a Twolegplace, as a warm and cozy kit, huddled by his mother's side. His name was Fluffy, because his mother thought that the giant tufts of fluff coming from his ears were adorable. But Fluffy yearned to go outside, to jump into the swirling leaves of leaf-fall. So, he ventured out when his family and the Twolegs weren't looking.
He made a high price for his misjudgement.
It was not leaf-fall anymore; white flakes were swirling around, not golden dappled leaves. It was leafbare, and Fluffy was only 4 moon old, stuck in the snowy weather.
He found a bunch of Twoleg kits running around and hitting a thick hard leaf with a stick. As he jumped into the Thunderpath to chase the leaf, one of them grabbed him by his tail.
"Let go of me!" he screeched in pain, but, of course, they never heard him.
The Twoleg kit flung him into the snowdrift by his tail, picking him up again, then dropping him onto the hard, frozen Thunderpath.
"Stop it! Please, please, I didn't mean it, stop it!" he wailed.
Soon the other Twoleg kits started joining in, and soon everyone was hurting him, flinging him, dropping him, beating him with a stick. When the kits left, roughly 30 minutes after they started, Fluffy was in ruins. All his legs were broken, his pelt mangled and bloody, and one ear was shreadded to bits. Fluffy waited in the freezing snowbank to die.
But then a loner came by. Her name was Fleece, no doubt for her thick white pelt. She took one look at the fluffy little gray-and-white kit, and picked him up and brought him to the nearest Twoleg nest. There, the twolegs and Fleece nursed him until he was better.
Fluffy left when he was 10 moons old, leaving Fleece broken-hearted. But he didn't care. After those Twoleg kits tortured him, he had a bitter, deep seated grudge, and it would always stay with him.
He found a place in a Twoleg alley. Other cats were there, but he didn't care. So he slept.
He woke up to find three cats, littermates by the guess of them, all three were identical black-and-white toms with ice-blue eyes. They said their names were Jack, Spike and Stone. They talked for a while, Fluffy talking about his history.
Suddenly, Jack asked a question Fluffy wasn't ready for. He thought back to when he was with Fleece.
The Twolegs were arguing in the kitchen:
'You can't put lithium batteries into that!' the female Twoleg yelled.
'Yes I can,' the other replied calmly.
Fluffy had asked what lithium was. She said is was a poison that could kill you.
"Lithium. My name is Lithium."
So, Fluffy was now called Lithium.
Soon, Lithium had a band of cats, rogues, loners, follow his lead. He was a leader. He called his "clan" the Tribe of Midnight Frost, it reminded him of that day he was tortured, and that he would get his revenge somehow.
Now he has found the four Clans, and he wants to take over them. For good.
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