
Kit
Group: Cat of the Forest
Posts: 21
Member No.: 897
Joined: 16-January 08

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Name: Saer
Rank: n/a
Clan: loner
Age: 21 moons
Gender: male
Picture: in siggy. well, his nose is, anyway.
Description: Saer is a molted black/charcoal tom. The grey underneath his sides seems to be constantly trying to swallow up the darker shades above it; his paws pads are pink, and the fur along his back is tipped in a lighter grey (frosted coat.) Although I like to make his appearance seem complex, Saer is (for the most part) an average-looking charcoal cat. BUT, I will continue to beef up his physicality with colorful adjectives. With a silver-dusted pelt, this obsidian feline melts with the blackest hearts of those who reside in SoulClan... Saer’s optics are pale yellow-orange, and his nose is bright pink. His ears are long and pointed at the ends, and his coat is thin and sleek. His fur shines and glints, giving him a fresh-from-the-lake appearance. Saer is built for a chase: his sleek body floats upon long, willowy legs, his nostrils flare boldly and his ears swivel constantly. His claws aren’t as sharp as they are thick, for good gripping. He enjoys a forest as much a plain, and he has the body to maintain a chase.
Personality: Saer loves cats. He loves the way they look, the way they smell. He loves the way they taste most of all. Saer is charming. He is quick-witted and, often times, cocky. This tom’s favorite meal is a healthy young cat, befriended anywhere from minutes to months earlier. Saer does not keep friends. He is friendly enough, but gluttony always gets the best of him. He always tries to earn the trust of his victim; he’ll then let his intentions be known, and the best part begins: the hunt. A heretic, Saer mocks both StarClan and SoulClan. His views on life rarely extend a few vague sentences. Saer will do anything for a quick meal. He has few morals; kits are among his easier targets, and the elderly come next, though his favorite are apprentice-aged cats, which can be about the size of a small rabbit and fill up one’s stomach perfectly.
History: he won’t tell me :3
RP Example: “What do you mean?” Twin yellow slits folded at the ends, a smile. “My dear, I mean nothing.” The black she-cat cracked a smile. She had known Saer for many moons now. He couldn’t possibly be serious. Besides, they were even mates. Well, sort of...she would have to get back to him about that. Any advances he had made had been foggy, at best. “My, what sharp teeth you have!” She joked, nudging her “mate.” “The better to eat you with...” Saer’s lips curled back, revealing perfectly white fangs. He strode fluidly towards the she-cat, whose smile was quickly fading. “Hun, what are you-“ Her speech was quickly cut off as she leapt backwards, made a half-turn and dashed through the bushes. Saer’s panting could be heard behind her, and she felt his breath on her flank. Run run run run run run run... She stopped suddenly. There was no one around. Something wet fell on the end of her nose, and she brushed it off, eyes wide, searching for this beastly cat. Surely, he was joking... Drip. She looked up. A shadow in the tree purred, and with a single bound the life of one was ended abruptly. Saer’s eyes glinted as he looked up, sides heaving, heart racing, repeating, beating, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t...”
Secret Word: Goody Goody Gumdrops
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