Post by Killian Monroe» on Sept 2, 2013 21:47:42 GMT
Who does he belong to? Killian Monroe, or just Killian.
So, you've yet to meet this lad that goes by the name of Killian? Ah, I see I've guessed correctly. Well, you will reminisce about this young fellow once you get to meet him. So kind and polite, never refusing to help another in need. Species, gender, never mind that. He'll always help. It's just him.
Killian specializes in housing any that come to him. So, it kind of means that he has to be kinder than most. Many cats come to his humble roots, being that he lives under a gigantic oak tree with many burrows connecting to each other. They seek guidance and information, so he sends them into the tunnels to find themselves.
Though, it's harder for him to do this when he hasn't even found himself. One might say it's even painful. 32 moons, and he doesn't even know if he wants to be where he is. He doesn't know if he would rather the forest where he is now or the city, where he was. All he can think is how is it so easy to help others with their problems when I can't even fix mine? This thought is so common in his seemingly more scrambled mind. Now, to more of a description; emerald eyes strike through the fog and bright russet fur sets the scene. He has a white chin that drips down to his bright white heart-shaped chest. Completely and utterly fitting. Was it a sign to come when he was younger? Bright white whiskers hold the dew and a bright pink nose wrinkles in his fanged grin. How fluffy he is, from one glance! Yes, his fur is quite thick as you can see. Besides be a ginger, darker red stripes course through his already multi-colored fur.
An odd history, none the less. Born to two city cats by the names of Soot and Ash. What an odd combination of names, no? Both of his parents had jet black fur and shockingly yellow eyes. So did all of his siblings. Though, Killian? He was just.. There. His parents were confused by his appearance, not understanding how he ended up this way. Why did he have such an odd marking upon his chest, and these oddly colored eyes, and this russet and white fur? How? They simply decided he was the plague and left him. Numerous times he faced death, but finally made his way to the woods in which he decided he was much safer. He traveled for ages and now resides in his tree, along, and wanting to to experience that one thing that will allow him to become who he thinks he is. Problem that holds him back? It's that he doesn't know what that one thing is.
He watches a certain clan that has caught his eye. He believes the name is... Ravenclan? All of the cats in this clan interest him, and he knows some of their names. He watches them intently in his spare time, wondering if he could have that. Though, he knows most of those cats wouldn't enjoy a random loner or rouge joining their clan, so he leaves them be and respects their borders, for the most part. He's never been caught watching, but he has come to the rescue during different incidents with foxes or floods. He never stays long enough for them to really ask him things.
The tom's favorite food is a nice, plump bird. He always enjoys the unusually wild pursuit if there is one and he can use the feathers later on to line his nest. In all, the species known as bird can be used for multiple purposes. He doesn't like mice. They're too pitiful and small. None of them are ever big. Rats are big, mice are not. They just aggravate him. Besides, the bones in mice always get stuck in his throat.
He was never a talented fighter. He may be fluffy, but he is wiry under that big coat. Though, hunting seemed like something he was born to. Hunting comes so naturally and he looks so skilled when he does it. He isn't very fast, though. He knows he could never live in Thornclan. The moors are so wide and vast and gets tired at just looking at them. That's why he enjoys living on the border, near Ravenclan. He can climb like a squirrel. It's fun to him and he's started to find most things with his claws are come natural and most with his legs aren't.
Six times two is Twelve.