[Burakku] a [LONER]

[Cherry :3]

Name: Burakku
Moons: Fourteen
Gender: Tom
Clan: Loner
Rank: Loner
Short-Description:

A silver and black tom-cat with ocean-coloured eyes.

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Description:

Look at him, go on. And tell me what you think. He's soft, is running through your head, look at that coat. It's perfect, no mats or anything. And he's almost pretty. How can something so lethal be so well groomed? I'll tell you how. Burakku is a natural. At looking good and staying sharp, both. When he's stalking around, his gaze low and his eyes narrowed, you know what he is - a super hunter, but when he's curled sleeping, you could definitely mistake him for, oh, say, a kittypet? Burakku does have that well-fed look to him, even without the fat from being a kittypet. So, yeah, Burakku is a bit on the thin side, only in the good way. If that's possible.

His coat is silver sheened, with wicked black stripes all up and down his paws, and on his tail, all along his sides, as well, though some of them are broken up into pieces, not being complete stripes. This is true mostly on his back and the top of his head, where mostly there are small inch long stripes of black, almost, but not quite, creating a large M on his forehead, like some cats are bred for. The most prominent of these stripes are around his legs, they're the thickest there, though they break for a bit on the front part, like one of those thick bracelets people wear with the gap in them. And then the fur on Burakku's stomach is a bit longer than the rest and more white-gray, as well as on his chest and the very tips of his paws.

Burakku's eyes are one of his favourite things about him. They've got this almost ocean-y look to them, always cloudy and rolly, reflecting everything in them. They're shaped like any others, filling in that spot in his head, black lines following the shape carefully and winding off in a streak on either side of his head. The colouring and shading for his eyes, though, are harder to define. While they're definitely some blue/gray/green mix, we can't be sure, for they seem almost like glass, catching the light and reflecting different colours. They look as if they were specially created like that, hard and chipped.

Even as a young cat, Burakku's known he wanted to become a super-hunter, one good enough to make the very forest proud on him, and so he has gone out, honing his skills, perfecting them, and as an added bonus, catching himself a little too much prey at times. Not thanks to this, but the reason for his wanting to do this, were his extra long claws, strangely born like that. They aren't too extra long, nowhere near super noticeable, but his mother had noticed before she died, that his claws had been longer, sharper than that of his littermates. Not that Burakku minded, he had only to be reprimended to keep them in more than they did. Even so, they managed to poke out at times, and so he has often inflicted himself with them, actually scarring himself at one time. It's covered now, thanks to his fur, but there is one long line down his front right leg, twisting and turning around. He had been young, only a few moons old and had somehow tripped himself up horribly.

But besides that, even when Burakku's walking, especially if he's around in the forest, he'll walk very soft, managing his paw steps quiet and gentle, always avoiding all the twigs and such - unless he's in a hurry. Burakku even always has his eyes concentrated, he's always looking, and his pose often screams hunter, how he walks, a lot of things. He always had the potential to become a great hunter, and he had taken advantage of that at an early age, used it, and now he's good. However, he has yet to surpass the elder, clan-cats of the forest.

Personality:

He has never seen himself as superior, though somewhere inside of him, he knows that he is, especially over those his age, as far as some of his skills go. Compliments, they've all gone to waste on the young cat, though he sometimes will keep some from the more important people he has known in his life, locked away in his subconscious to make him feel better on a bad day. He doesn't exactly know how to react to flattery, and often just shrugs it off with a low grunt, a soft and gentle 'thank you', or else he'll ignore it if it's something major. It makes him feel funny, to be considered in the spotlight, and Burakku has never worked for others, so he's often confused at these, too, wondering why the other's notice, and how they think he's good - in his mind, he has to keep going; there's always someone better, he needs to get stronger, be better, simply, and besides, why do they care? He hasn't done anything for them, why would they tell him that? Never had he told them 'You're a great hunter!'..

Aside from hunting, Burakku has hardly ever been a patient cat. A thing that has bugged him all the time is when he says he's ready to go somewhere, but yet has to wait to actually leave. Or in a conversation, and the other cat looked away or took too long thinking of answer, or something to that extreme, it makes him frustrated. However, he's managed to learn how to keep his emotions in check for the most part, and hardly ever does he get too out of control anymore. As a kit, Burakku's frustration actually got out of hand and he would take it out on his siblings at times, however his mother managed to break it up -- he's never had a problem with authority.

Burakku may be a loner, but the cat's personality is not one like that. He just simply hasn't found a reason to join a clan -- rather, ask for acceptance -- nor one that he could even think of living in for the rest of his life. He usually keeps to himself, not one to trust everything with a random stranger, not one to hardly trust anything to a close friend, either, Burakku's just not an open book, no matter how much you prod and poke.

History:

Burakku wasn't born a member of one set clan, how surprising. His mother and father were of two different clans themselves -- Cinderfoot, his father, an orange and black cat from the MoonClan. Mainly a hunter, probably where Burakku got his skills from. His mother, Frosteyes came from StormClan, a loving mother all the time. She was pure white except for her crystal blue eyes and a slight cream puff on her tail and the tips of her ears. However, she was rather easily frustrated and often had to leave Cinderfoot at times -- he was rather dense. The two held an unhonourable relationship for twelve moons before they committed an act that couldn't be forgiven, and Frosteyes was pregnant; she couldn't hide it.

She gave birth to four kittens. One, white with orange stripes. Her name was Freya, like the goddess, she was a sweet kit, but she died that winter. Greencough. The second, a boy, his name was Fox -- just fox -- he was almost all black except for a white locket on his chest, and his golden eyes. The third eldest kit, probably coloured after Frosteyes's mother, silver and black striped with pretty blue eyes and longer claws than normal - no doubt he would take after his father. He was named Burakku, black in another language. The last kit was a mixture of all three colours, strangely, black and silver and orange, though she was born dead, the poor thing.

Burakku grew up nicely. Almost. Three days after the kits were born, Frosteye's mate, their father, Cinderfoot the great hunter of MoonClaw.. died. Burakku never got the full story, and so has no idea what happened to him. Just after that, Frosteye's stole away in the night with her kits, Freya and Fox in her mouth, Burakku determinedly trotting alongside her the whole time. She never told them why this was happening, but figured that if she left, and them being young enough they may never question it. However, the kits hardly got the chance to. They hadn't been named until they reached a nice spot in the forest, called colours until they were almost two moons old.

Their first winter, the three kits were five moons old. All three of them caught greencough though Freya got it the worst, and the sweet kitten died very soon, leaving Frosteyes with only two remaining kits of what should be four, added a mate. Young Fox, still sick, and Burakku who had fought off the sickness rather well, getting better much quicker than his brother. Fox's greencough disease never really left him, actually, while it was cured, there were lasting effects -- he was winded easily, he wouldn't have been able to do the apprentice work like the others, and was always coughing. He died at eleven moons, clanless, almost homeless, leaving Frosteyes with little Burakku-kit.

But he left her. One morning, at seven moons, he was sick of his life, and left his mother while she was asleep, Burakku simply up and walked away, stealing his walk in the middle of the night. He never actually found himself a clan, instead sticking to skirting around the fringes, sometimes making friends with the inhabitants of a camp, other times pissing the cats off. But he never seemed to mind, he'd just leave the next day and find something else to do. He's been doing this for seven moons, now, wandering, doing random things as he pleased, reveling in not being told what to do and not having to live by a clan's law.

Role Playing Example:

{similar character:}

His ears shot forward, the scuffling of a mouse whistling through the hair like a bullet to the tom cat, who was an expert hunter and tracker, both. His nose picked up quite a lot of the forest's scent, as did the glands in his mouth, and his ears picked up many sounds, while his whiskers allowed for easier movement. All in all, that experiment had been good on Claws, unlike some of his family, like Shadow. Poor kit was blind, but she got by fine, luckily enough. She did have even better senses than what he did, but Claws was still the best prey-hunter and tracker. He didn't boast, though, because none of it was really his skill; it was using his test subjectness to an advantage.

He got low, every muscle tensed, his belly fur scraping the ground as he lowered into the hunter's position, totally alert and cautious. Slowly, Claws closed his eyes and focused on the mouse's position, feeling it's footprints run through the ground, it's food scent wafting in over the tom cat. He pushed out his thouhgts to the mouse, willing it to obey him, to scurry forward, into his grasp. Almost immediately, the mouse did, feeling an odd attraction to the long feline. It moved to only a few inches from Claws, and by the time he had dropped the act, and the mouse realized he was dinner, it was stuck fast on one of Claws's sharp, well, claws, it's eyes already glazing over.

The tom-cat smiled in satisfaction, though it wasn't rare for him to catch prey, it still brought a smile to his face when he used his odd powers. Like he was just totally special, it felt so .. icy to be doing all of this, lying to the creature's mind, deceiving it with only mere thoughts from the cat. Pushings these from his mind, he looked up from his catch, noticing some rustling ferns. Slowly, he backed away and dropped the mouse, covering it in dirt, then turned back to his new victim. His ocean coloured eyes were sweeping the terrain, then they closed, his thoughts pushing out again to the creature.

Man, this was too easy.

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{actual character:}

He wrinkled his nose, his whiskers moving around funnily at her answer. "You're such a mean cat!" He complained in an annoyed manner, imitating the young kits found in nurseries packs wide. The sudden want to do so left him strangely as soon as it came and he blinked for a moment, watching Fauna as she rose from her position and left to drink. Burakku didn't move, however, content with his spot by the little mouse, content watching her. He wasn't thirsty, not really, not hungry, either. Overall, Burakku felt good right now, happy he caught his mouse, frustrated with being scared -- they canceled each other out, leaving an indifferent apprentice.

Her own question arose and he knew it was coming. None of the cats hunted here, the other apprentices, the young ones -- like Fauna? -- weren't supposed to come up here. So why would he choose to hunt here? The answer to that was more complex than she thought. Up here, Burakku felt connected to the land, the creatures.. the prey. Up here, he knew what he was capable of, what the outcome would be in so many different situations. After finding this place by himself three moons ago, he had come almost every day. It drew him in, unspoken promises of prey, offering him things that enticed him, made hm crawl up the ledges that could possibly wound him, made him sacrifice himself up here. The other places, they were just too easy to hunt in, over-used by the pack, with the abundance of prey. Up here, Burakku had to work at finding his prey, there being so little of it. But how could he put this feeling, the feeling of this place being his home in the clan, into words to speak to Fauna? How could he do that?

"It's.. very hard to explain this, why I have a need to be up here, to hunt.. to hunt where there's a disadvantage of first getting here, then finding what I need. Up here, I feel connected to the place, the prey, like this is my home in the clan. Fauna, have you ever felt that the land called to you?" He asked of her, his eyes holding so much at the moment as he turned from her, sweeping his gaze over the terrain. "Here.. I have to work to get what I want, though I come up here knowing I will get it. The challenge leaves me feeling a rush of adrenaline, after piercing through my prey. Having to almost sacrifice myself to get up here, that's another thing. And no cat comes up here, it feels.. wilder, less trod upon." His voice cracking as he tried to explain a feeling he couldn't even name. "I just need to be here, this place, this is where I hunt, this is where I know what happens, and how to do things."

Codeword: Rapids.
Other:

I'd like to say that I came here as a refferal, it was kind of joint.. it was Darky && Raven that gave me the link/reffered Secrets :3

[xxdarky.]

Lol, welcome Cherry ^^ Amazing bio =]
Accepted.