Liquidwrath

[Kitty]

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Name: Liquidwrath
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Tom
Desired Rank: Deputy
Desired Position: LagoonClan
Apprentice/Mentor: Open for apprentice.
Mate/Crush: Open.
Kin: None, want to make one?
Short Description: Large, muscular tom with short brown and black tabby fur, amber-green eyes, white paws and tail tip.
Appearance:

I'll begin with Liquidwrath's body structure. He's not short, nor tall, just simply big. Larger than most cats, but just by a little. He trained long and hard, even after he was named a warrior, he'd practice his battle moves and swimming skills everyday. Like all LagoonClan cats, he loved the water, it gave him a calming feeling just to hear it, just to be near it; and when the cool liquid lapped at his fur, peircing through to his skin, as he cut through it rapidly, swimming as fast and graceful as a fish, he felt invincible. In the water, he was quicker, a better hunter, better fighter, better everything, than he was on land. Though that didn't mean he couldn't do all those things on land. He just prefered the lagoon over the islands. With all the swimming he did, he gained more and more muscle, making the tom look even bigger than before, though he wasn't perfect, of course. As you already know, land is his weakness. This doesn't prevent him from giving a cat a terrible scar for life in battle, but he isn't as fast, and good at defense when on land. In water he could swim under and around his opponent, attacking from behind without the cat even seeing him, or knowing what had happened. Then he had the advantage of drowning the enemy, that was LagoonClan's secret weapon. Like alligators, they could drag their enemy/prey under water, grab hold, twist and turn until they can no longer struggle, and eventually run out of breath.

His paws and nose are very large as well. His claws are rarely unsheathed, only in battle, and usually only in battle on land. They're covered in a milky white, silky coat of fur. His paw pads are dark, almost a deep violet-black color. They're smoother than most cats, since LagoonClan cats spend their time in water, and when on land it's usually soft sand, smooth stones or pebbles, or lacey green grass. His nose is almost the same color as his paw pads, black with a strange shade of violet, but with just a tinge of brown. Just above his nose is a tiny white arched bit of fur, blending it unnoticably with the rest of his fur.

Personality:

Under this cat's hard shell of such a strong and muscular appearance, he's a very sweet, sensitive and caring tom. He has wonder manners, always making sure to be polite to everyone, even enemies at gatherings and around the borders. His vocabulary is a bit different from other cats, because he was always curious about the tongue and words of others. Kittypets, rogues, humans, dogs, anything. He'd hang around and listen to them speak for hours, trying to pick up on new words and translate them to cat tongue if they happened to dog or human. Which took time, he'd have to listen for other cats to use them in a sentance explaining to another what a dog or human had said once. He usually only used these words when he wanted to look smart, at least that's what he had done for a while. Soon they became a part of his normal everyday vocabulary, they became a part of him.

He was very outgoing, and in his former days as a warrior, he loved to joke around and play fight with apprentices and other, younger warriors. As time went on, when he was named deputy and his duties began to change, and responsibility lay on his shoulders, he left most of his playfullness behind. Though when he thinks no one's looking he'll unleash some of it, while playing with kits in the nusery or apprentices. He'd often be found telling far-fetched stories, kits and apprentices gazing at him wide-eyed in awe wanting to know more. He had a large imagination and loved putting his thoughts and ideas into words for others to enjoy. He has a million different smiles and laughs, and it's rare to find him not being friendly. Yet. at the same time, he pulls off serious quite well.

He seems to be quite an unbelievable cat, right? A responsible deputy, yet he has a sense of humor, and he's caring and sweet. Perfect, yes?

No. He's far beyond perfect. Liquidwrath has such as easily triggered temper it's almost impossible to stop him from becoming angry when something goes terribly wrong. Now, it's rare when things go wrong... But when they do, you don't want to be anywhere near this tom. He has a growl like a lion roar, yet it's more of a dog bark... He has a yowl that sounds like a wolf howl, and when his claws are out... you might want to run. He'll attack anything in his reach, anything his claws can dig into and rip to shreads. He doesn't hurt other cats. Well.. at least, not his clan mates. When in battle, that's a whole different story. Some places in LagoonClan, on the islands with trees, you'll see claw marks cutting through the bark, sap seeping through the more recent ones. Those are from him.

History:

Liquidwrath has a very strange history and his name stands for two things. First off let me tell you how he came into this world. His mother; Thunderlily didn't listen to the medicine cat's orders, and left the nusery one afternoon, to go for a swim. She hadn't been feeling well, and swimming always made her feel better. Like all LagoonClan cats, she was a wonderful swimmer, but the weight of her swollen belly made it a bit harder for her to swim. It'd been raining for the past few days, so the lagoon was a bit more flooded than usual. This morning it looked like the weather had cleared up, but as she swam the clouds grew darker and thicker. By now she was pretty far from camp, and it'd started drizzling, then pouring and pelting rain. The water began to form waves with the strengthening heavy winds, and the current was pulling her in. She couldn't go back to camp, so instead she headed for the nearest island of Blu Four. It was tiny, but higher up so it wouldn't flood nearly as bad as the others. Or at least she'd hoped. Swimming as vigerously as possible, she made it to the dirt and reed island. Pulling herself up, she felt the pains in her stomach begin to grow stronger. The winds picked up more and more, sending waves of water sloshing and lapping against the banks of the tiny dirt island. The next surge of pain was too much for her to bare, a bloodchilling wail rose above the noise of the storm. Her kits were coming....

-TBC-

IC:

-coming soon-

Other:

-i always have to rush off and go somewhere or do something when i'm in the middle of typing a bio, then it's always left unfinishedddd! -_-'