[Aquarius]

- Name -
Ebonywave
Ebony - his dark tabby markings
Wave - his RiverClan heritage

- Age -
2 Moons older then Sunstream, consistantly throughout the story

- Looks -
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Ebonywave is a black bengal tom with thick stripes and a short-furred pelt. He has the face of a regular shorthair, and doesn't have the narrow muzzle that is commonly associated with his breed, for he is a mix. He has slightly paler paws and bright yellow eyes, with black pawpads and nose. He is mostly free of scars, but he does have a few pieces of flesh torn from his ear, but most warriors in his Clan do anyways. His fur is thin but thick enough and waterproof so that he doesn't get very wet when he swims, so his black fur is glossy and appears dark gray if the sun is really bright.

- Personality -
Ebonywave's personality is rather fickle. He harbors emotion but he either harbors very little or very a lot, making it next to impossible to get him into relationships or keep contact with his family. Often he has anger spurts, triggered by the smallest thing, usually by anger or passion for another cat or topic. This has made him often do things or say things that he's regret, and some of the secrets he's kept about these things could change his Clan status to rogue in a heartbeat. He was kind and spontaneous as an apprentice, but when made a warrior his entire outlook on everyone else changed. He became so overprotective of himself and his family, that they no longer wanted to do with him anymore, and he was therefore left alone. He was a rather lonely cat, so when he does finally find someone that shares in his affection or friendship, he does everything he can to ensure that friendship will stay that way - even if by the means of force. Not stoic, he is a rather charismatic and helpful cat, which draws others near him by means of simply conversing. When news spread that simply conversing was not on his agenda, other cats distanced himself and he rarely speaks to anyone that he didn't have past connections with.

- Role -
Tom 1

- Roleplay Example -

 

"I-I don't know," admitted Wisteriapaw, her light tabby fur bristling, betraying her fear. Unknowing of what was prowling them, she suddenly saw a flash of russet fur through the bushes. Her indigo eyes flashed with terror as a creature she had only heard of in stories lurked beyond the bush, it's black beady eyes fixed on the apprentice. It's fur was like flame and it's eyes like stone, looking like a cat but with longer limbs and muzzle. Wisteriapaw jumped in front of Halfkit despite her terror, but that only seemed to catch the attention of the fox. It opened it's jaws, towering over the two cats and snarling. Wisteriapaw visibly shook in her pelt, her claws digging into the ground.

 

"That's so cool!!" Raved Oriole over her shoulder, before turning her head back to the street. Her green gaze widened as she approached it, the hot wind from the cars blasting her pelt. Her ears flattened slightly, as she hadn't expected the street to be this... rough. The vibrations came up through the ground and shook the little cat, making it appear as if she was shivering, although it was a rather warm day. The paws of the cars pummeled the path and she stumbled back as one roared alarmingly near, her calico fur bristling, betraying the fear she was feeling in that one moment. When it passed, she turned back to Raven, her tail whipping back and forth. She felt like an idiot, making such a kitten-like show in front of her friend. Silently, she feared that Raven would think less of her, and their friendship was all but over. Raven must have thought of her as weak by now, and she swallowed hard, feeling extremely guilty when she realized she seemed to also be slightly alarmed by the cars roaring maliciously by.

When Oriole realized she couldn't give Raven a good answer, she slumped down in defeat, her eyes on her paws, when another monster roared past. This time she backed up a few steps, just in time to see the shiny blue pelt flash by, a fox-length in front of her. After a hesitated second, the molly shook her head subtly, so small she would have missed it if she was simply a passerby. "Not before," she conceded, glancing guiltily at Raven. "I haven't even walked up to it before. I had just seen it from the yard and out the window." She thought back to the first time she had seen it, when she was brought to her new TwoLeg, and how she had looked out the window every day since to see if there were any new cats to meet. Oriole had been rather lonely in her complex, the passerby cats rarely ever coming back a second time. "I jump up on the couch when my TwoLeg isn't around and stare out the window. The only time they're ever calm is at night, and there are only a few prowling around."

 

Aquarius found herself choking on her words. Her mottled fur bushed up as much as she thought it could, she honestly had no response to the russet tom. She dug her claws into the ground, her icy eyes flashing in the night in response to his question. Her lip curled into a snarl, like it had been every time she had crossed paths with him, she responded, "I could ask you the same question." She didn't snap. She couldn't - she knew that it would hold absolutely no effect on the tom. If he was out to break her, he already seemed to have succeeded in one fine way or another - words, which had usually come easily to her, she was at a loss for. His questions, so biting and rhetorical, confused her and led her in so many directions, she felt like she would be torn apart just trying to choose one. Fighting the urge to yowl her fury at the tom, she kept her maw shut, furious as she saw the tom taking this conversation as a casual situation. How dare he - oh, but hadn't she already said that one time before? She felt her mind screaming at her and forced herself not to crumble, her claws almost breaking as they sunk through the hard, cold dirt.

She was about to ask what the tom meant when she figured that he meant the tom might have killed her. A blanket of an eerie chill settling onto her, Aquarius forced herself to let out an amused huff. Although the situation appealed anything but amusement to her, she could not let the cat know that he had her in his grueling grasp. Her tail lashed behind her, her fretfullness only growing with every word the tom said - and unfortunately, if her fury was growing, it surely was a vine that had thorns. But didn't roses have thorns? Maybe her fury was a good thing - a fuel that would only lead her to the top of this situation. As insane as it was, that was what the molly tried to convince herself. "You couldn't kill me if you tried," Aquarius growled lowly, the shadows stretching out around her and making her wan to escape this situation faster then she thought possible. Suddenly, the tom turned back to her with a fericiousity she hadn't seen in him before. Only arrogance. But this, this was something new, and Aquarius was certainly taken aback.

The tom's Cheshire smile made her shiver, and she hissed at him, although he hadn't said much of anything yet since his sudden mood swing, like those that a queen would have before kitting. "I never mentioned respect. I would never respect you, a monster," she addressed him. Unable to address him any other way, the molly found the adjective fitting for a fighter of his kind. Being a Hunter, she was naturally inferior, but she had always acted the opposite. She told herself that one day, other's would respect and look up to her - but that was merely an inward desire. How had the tom figured it out, all on his own? It was like he had read her mind, and she fought the urge to crumple to the ground like an apprentice in a fight. "I can say whatever I want. You wouldn't do anything about it," she mocked him, trying to put on a confident front she wasn't aware she had possessed. "Attitude? ME? You need to draw a line between attitude and arrogance - and I can assure you you possess the latter," she snapped, the words coming naturally to her now. Deep inside, she hoped her words at least had some impact on the tom. "'Get rid of it'." She repeated. "That's the most amusing thing I've heard all night."

"You're not a nightmare. You're an impediment," protested the she-cat, her optics glinting like ice. Ice and fire - that was the only way she ever could imagine her quarrels with this cat. except, it was the total opposite. She raged, he stayed calm. The whole thing annoyed her inside. There was no way she would ever admit to the tom that he had impacted HER, leaving her with a scar she could never escape. She wouldn't go so far as to say she feared him - but she did, didn't she? She was afraid of talking, interacting, or even glimpsing the mere tom - especially in her darkest dreams. Her nightmares.

Maybe his words did hold some truth in their depths.

As the tom whispered dark saying to her, she backed up, hating the feeling of having him so close to her. His step was confident, his gaze sharp with malice, and she hated him with every single fiber of his being. It made her even hate herself with a passion she thought was impossible. As the tom circled her, she crouched, her fur bristled as she snarled at him. It was as if he was treating her like prey - Aquarius had been pretty tolerant so far. But, of all the things in this world, prey was the one thing she refused to be treated like. She was a hunter - it was her job to conquer prey. And she had it set in her sights. With a yowl, she flung herself at the tom. Having little to no training in fighting, she possessed only the basics and advanced hunting moved. She pounced and attempted to dig her claws into his thick pelt, barely able to pick her claws in because of his fur. "Don't you dare treat me as an inferior!" She screeched at him.

If he wanted to talk, she would talk. If he wanted to argue, she would argue. But, she had to be an equal. She refused to be talked down to. Up until this point, she hadn't let it get to her. But this? This was too much. She had finally snapped, like an elastic. Wasn't this what the tom had wanted all along? Thoughts racing in her head, she wasn't even able to think straight.

Is this what she had become?

- PPD -
.93 and growing (it's so low because I had a bit of a hiatus a while back!)