Post by → ezra on Nov 15, 2009 16:55:14 GMT -5
EZRA
[/size][/center]Gender: male
Age: three years
Rank: loner
Appearance: Ezra's base fur colour is a, off-white cream, with little spots where the individual tips of hairs are a more red colour, and other areas where the tips are brown. The hair is somewhere between medium and long in length, the result of a very mixed up breeding line that earns him anything but a pedigree. He is built long and lean, skinny from the trials of bachelorhood, sparsely muscled and a bit on the dirty, ragged side on the whole. His eyes are a cerulean, with flecks of darker greens and blues and browns. His whiskers are long, white and subtle and all in all he doesn't have many defining features. His tail is average length, he has a white triangle of fur in the middle of his chest, his fur becomes lighter and lighter as it runs down his legs.
Personality: Ezra was born a loner, and it seems like, even if he'd been born into Ashclan, his destiny would have led him away somehow anyway. Ezra finds other cats difficult to relate to, and even harder to mesh with; it's not that he has an unkind or repulsive personality, and it's not that he just hates people, either. But it's difficult for him to connect with other cats, difficult to find a common ground to base a relationship on. He's been an observer of Ashclan for three years now, always a silent watcher, and never ever participating in politics. It's not something he'll ever even pretend to understand, all these social dynamics and rules that have nothing to do with ability and everything to do with status. In a loner's life, status is nothing, and ability is what will keep you alive day to day. He wasn't surprised when the females fled the clan, but he'd never thought they would, either. It was as if sub-conciously he'd made the connection, but never cared enough for it to be prevalent in his mind. Ezra's interactions with clan cats have always been limited to meetings on the borders of their territory, them not willing to step over the line and he not caring to. The suffragettes now, however, he encounters much more frequently, in the no man's lands of the forest.
History: NONE. Actually, his mother was a barn cat and the farm owners didn't even know she'd had kittens. There wasn't enough room around the farm for five new kittens, and after a few disagreements with some farm dogs, Ezra decided he'd be better off moving out early. Since then he's seen a lot of things, participated in them very little, done enough to survive, and that's been his life.
