Post by LEUCOS. on Nov 28, 2009 11:00:36 GMT -5
LEUCOS !
"watch as i dive-bomb you"
"watch as i dive-bomb you"
Name Leucos [means 'gray']
Gender tom
Age 12 moons
Clan Cat or Volant Volant
Appearance
Leucos has the richest, darkest gray pelt you might have ever seen. It's so close to black, though, so some cats mistake that. But you can see it's gray when he soars in the sky, the sun glinting off his dark fur. Leucos' body form is powerful, but light. You see, to be able to fly, you must be very light. You can't weigh 20 pounds. You have to weigh around a pound. Leucos weighs two pounds. How is that possible, you ask? Well, for one, he has high metabolism, at least that's what the Twolegs, or Duowalkers, call it. Secondly, just like birds, he has extremely light bones. They're fragile and light and can be crushed easily. His legs are long, built for running, and he has a long tail, built for balance. His eyes are a dark topaz, great golden orbs that seem to pierce your soul. Now, his wings. Oh, those wings are huge for such a young cat. A four-foot wing span of feathers and light bone structures. That would be Leucos.
Personality
Leucos is very young, older than Jetta but younger than Cerscha. His personality reflects his age. So you can only guess that he acts immature. At times, yes, he does. He was forced to grow in a harsh life. Let me tell you, growing wings is not easy. It was very painful. He seems around thirty moons, not twelve. When he is in dangerous situations, he will act like a mature adult tom cat. But sometimes, the young cat inside him takes over and he becomes curious and playful, instead of powerful and calm.
History
Leucos does not remember how and where he was born. It was long ago the great tragedy happened. He was only six moons old when almost every Volant died along with most Twolegs. There were only four Volants left. He met the three she-cats shortly afterward and followed them on their quest to the other side of the island.
He didn't know how to fly, at first. But he kept practicing until he was as good as the older Volants, wheeling through the air and dive-bombing prey. That was his favorite thing to do. Dive-bombing. He would often dive-bomb rabbits, occasionally miss, or come back up with a wriggling bundle of fur. The she-cats would finish it off and they'd land gracefully to eat their meal.
Most of the time, Leucos was very mature. He was forced to. This life of the winged was not easy. He was a brilliant fighter and a thoughtful strategist. His weakness was running. Yes, he has long legs, but he's very clumsy with them. He rarely uses his legs anymore; if you had wings, would you use your legs? He's used to just using his legs to steer or run in the air. He hates walking because his paws find just about everything he can possibly trip on.
Now, Leucos has found OceanClan with the other three Volants.
RP Sample
Swiftleaf pushed through the heather, feeling a little uncomfortable in the tall grass where anyone could see her, including rabbits. As she walked along the border between FoxClan and HawkClan territory, the ground beneath her paws became rugged. Sharp stones stabbed into her tough pads and she realized she was at the rugged stone line. Her whiskers brushed a sharp rock that was bathed by the sun. But it was a cold warmth. Swiftleaf figured it wouldn't be any better up there than down here.
She shivered as her paws crunched on the snow, and flinched when her claws dug into the soil beneath and made a loud noise. Swiftleaf's nose twitched. Once, twice.
She leaped through the snow, paws flying across the heather and her back paws kicking up snow. The warm scent of rabbit exploded in front of her as her prey took off. Swiftleaf changed into a fox mid-jump and bounded quicker now, gaining on the rabbit.
Quickly calculating the distance between her paws an the prey's scent, she leaped, sending a shower of snow from her back dark brown paws. Her claws met the flesh of the rabbit and she bit down, grateful that StarClan had sent her Clan such a blessing.
Swiftleaf crouched, her pelt smoothing and her shape growing smaller as she changed back. There was silence. No bird singing. Not a rabbit stirring in its burrow. After the kill, there was always silence.
She sent silent thanks to StarClan for her catch and carried it to a niche in a rock. She scraped snow over it so it would not be found by other predators.
Then she lifted her tail and bounded off to find more prey. Now she half-expected some cat to come join her, since it was nearly sunhigh. This was normally what FoxClan cats did, hunt together.
