::longtail : plot cat::

[Neon Blue]

This is a very important tomcat, so I am going to be very picky about who receives him. I am in no hurry to get him adopted either so I can wait a long time
Anyways, read everything in this post. If your wanting to adopt him you'll need to know him very well.


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name : longtail
age : thirty-four moons
gender : male

appearance : tall, with bulk in his shoulders. muscled legs helping to keep his weight, despite his lean form he is heavy thanks to constant training to form muscle. fur of medium length, is set in a calico pattern, rarely seen in a tomcat. his eyes glow a jaded green, set off by the bright colors of his pelt. and like his name suggest his tail is longer then average.

personality : he was born with the same determination in his eyes that he has even to this day. burning to protect the cats he would one day lead. filled with justice, the need to be fair and kind to his own. but he knows of sacrifice, and the strange wisdom he possesses keeps him from rashly running away from that duty and all others.
his stubborn streak matches his silent, but strong, demeanor, making him intimidating to others.
his arrogance, and his habit of doing what he feels is best for others, irks the cats around him. but he knows when to admit he is wrong, and will do so even if he doesn't like it.

history : he was born to rosetail, a gentle queen, and rockstrike, a hardened warrior softened by love. it was the perfect union, and it created longkit and his two younger sisters, sunnykit and moonkit. Unfortunately, the harsh leaf-bare they had been born into took the life of his sisters and nearly his mother. his happy nursery days, filled with playing and fooling around where gone. the pain that filled them now where boring, agonizing. but he was quick to distract himself by watching the defenders and amateurs outside the dark den where he was confined. watching, awaiting the day he would be free to move with them, it was there he began to dream of his future. it was two moons later that his future began.

he took on the surname paw, and began his training to become a defender. he worked hard, leader fast. he was only nine moons old when he won his first battle during a board fight. it was after his third victory that he was promoted to defender. the earliest defender ever made. that did nothing to stop his arrogance, or his determination. and under the watchful eyes of scentstar he grew in strength and wisdom. shaping into a leader before every ones eye.
yet his life held no joy. no friends. no love interests. he barely spoke to his parents. so caught up in his duty, that he had been numb to the pain in his heart. it was, however, to late to turn back now. around his twenty-fifth moon he became announced the successor of shadowclan.

many uneventful moons later he traveled alone to the parks fountain, his favorite place to think. it was there, as he leaned over the stone to view the water below that he was ambushed. getting only a brief glimpse of his attacker before he was out cold.
and when he awoke again, he remember nothing of his past, nothing of himself.

the only thing he could think of was the flash of Rusthearts face he had seen before his clan mate had smashed his head into the ground...


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Now that you've read about him, you can read about the rules

First off, he is a very important character, if you go inactive with him for longer then two weeks I will temp him to someone (or temp him myself). I will send you a warning PM, if you do not respond within the following week he will go permanently to whoever was temping him.

Second, if you do not want him anymore he is to default back to me so that I may adopt him out.

Third, he has amnesia. He will not remember anything! If you want him to have some kind of flash back, dream about his memories PM me about it. He is important for the plot, but he won't be getting his memories back any time soon.

And that's it, lol. Not many rules at all. But I might add some up if I feel the need. Anyway on to the form!

[center][b]USERNAME[/b]
your username here

[b]WHY[/b]
explain why you want him here

[b]RP SAMPLE[/b]
an rp sample with him here[/center]

[swiftguy13]

(Is this where you post this?)

USERNAME
Swiftguy13

WHY
I want to be Longtail because I guess I just want to be a big part of this site. (It’s very nice.) I also want to be him because I think it will be fun and interesting trying to rp with this cat (because he has amniesa.)

RP SAMPLE
Longtail woke up from his heavy sleep. His mind was clouded up because it was so early in the morning. I better get a move on. He thought. He walked out of the park taking in the strange sights and smells around, thinking that this place seemed so familiar, but not having any old thoughts return back into his head. But Longtail knew one thing, the cat who had smashed his head into the ground had tried to kill him, and he knew he must remember his past before he tried to do it again.


Read more: warriorcity.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=giventake&action=display&thread=10#ixzz14Sr6Kyzm

[latepath]

USERNAME
Latepath

WHY
I love adopting cats, and Longtail's character and role is so interesting, that I would really like to give it a try!

RP SAMPLE
The blackness around his vision slowly started to fade away, as he blinked open his striking green eyes, to look at the world around him. How strange... He couldn't remember this place; nothing looked familiar... But then... What was firmilar?
With an hiss of pain and irritation the calico tom sat up on his haunches, and gazed around his surroundings. What was this place? Where was he? Who was he? He clamped his eyes shut as he tried desperately to find the answers to his questions... but none came.
The tom got up and limped to a more comfortable location, under a flight of stairs. Why was he in so much pain? Was he in a fight? No... This answer came so clearly to his mind that he was taken aback, and sat there in the shadows, dumbfounded. The pain that he felt all over his body, could be caused by nothing other then a fight, so what else could it have been?
An ambush. He knew somehow, that he had been ambushed, and he was sure that he knew who did it... The face was there in his mind, but he couldn't make it out clearly. And no memories came to him! Why couldn't he remember anything?!
He curled his lips in frustration, before he got to his paws. Sitting around, getting angry wasn't going to solve any of his problems. The least he should do was go hunt and find a place to stay for the night.
He stepped out of the shadows, but suddenly froze. It felt... wrong somehow. He glanced over his shoulder at the dark patch of shelter he was in. Why did he feel like he... belonged there? In the shadows.
Suddenly filled with a determination he never knew he had, he made a vow; a pledge; a goal! He would find out what happened to him, and who he was! He would find out all the answers to his questions, and he would not stop till he did!
But... until that day come... He will call himself... Shadow.

[myth]

USERNAME
myth

WHY
As Longtail is an essential cat to the site, I feel he needs to have a strong player. I'm not saying that is definately going to be me, but i've had plenty of roles with important cats or non. I'm going to say I want to see Longtail played the way he is supposed to be played; not making him a gary-stu or totally imperfect.

RP SAMPLE

There was a shrill song, running through the wings of the new daylight. The tom cat twitched his ear in frustration. Stupid birds. They should be quiet and let cats sleep, he thought. He opened one grassy eye to the world, and then closed it once again. It was a mere matter of seconds before both eyes were open and he was up, straight onto his feet, staring around wildly with confusion. His voice caught in his throat as starlings scattered and fluttered away, feathers drifted down on the currents of air. The tom gulped audibly, and looked around again. He could recognise nothing. Not even the song of the birds. He took a few tentative steps forwards, towards a shaft of unending light.

His eyes opened wider this time, staring up and out of the dank, dark place. The sky outside was of a blueish hue, with wisping clouds drifting carefree through the sky. How the tom wished he was a cloud right now, not caring or knowing who he was or where he was going. That he felt right now, but he did care. Why could he remember nothing? Only voices, dim voices running through his head like wind through the trees. With a jolt, he heard splashing, and spun around, wild eyes searching in the gloom.

"Oh,"

It was a mouse, scurrying through a puddle. The tom watched it as it went. The mouse stopped for a moment, then looked up, straight towards the tom. He tilted his head at the creature, who darted away in what seemed like fright. "Just a mouse. I wonder why he's afraid of me." the tom stated to himself, padding over to the puddle. Looking at water sure made him thirsty. Cautiously, the tom bent down for a sip, lapping the moisture up graciously. It wasn't the best kind of flavour; it was bitter, with a horrible aftertaste, but the foul mixture had solved his thirst.

With ears pricked, he listened as the wind blew through wherever he was. With an elegant step, the tom padded back over to the spot where he had awoke, from the high pitched song of the birds. He could hear it again now, but more or less near to the light. He padded over, staring up at the sky. The light was fading, and the sky was turning a pink kind of colour, like blood in a puddle. He stared up at it, and felt a dull pain in the side of his head. He touched it gently, and felt coarsing pain sear through his body.

"Wonder how I did that." he mumbled, padding into the light. There were some stone steps up and out of this dingy little place. With a quiet whisper to himself, he scrambled up, far less gracefully that he had hoped, and shielded his eyes from the light. It was a magnificent place, if you could call dirty, dark and wet magnificent, but for him, it would do. His fur stood on end as a terrible blast of wind came through, nearly sweeping him off of his feet. He walked forward, head hung low to his body. He was afraid of the cold, he didn't want to die here. Not when he had so much to look forward to!

He stared at the puddle he now stood in to see a tom stare back, with wide green eyes and a tricoloured pelt. He looked confused, hurt, hungry. He stared at the tom, who stared back. The tom wondered what his name was, where he had come from. "For now," he mused aloud, looking at the clouds, those carefree, whispy travellers. "I think I'll be Cloud."