Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2015 2:00:20 GMT
confidant - arrogant - charming - sincere - observant - protective - possessive -
Confident -
Laurelfang is many things, and there are many more ways to describe him. Pretty, handsome, tease, promiscuous, and more or less Laurelfang will agree without batting either of his lovely green eyes. Laurelfang knows what he is, for he was the one who decided who he would become rather than letting the world shape him as if he were clay. Which was why he decided he'd rather step with confidence, than cringe away from others. Laurelfang moves as if every pawstep is being watched, as if every twitch of his tail is a great sign from StarClan. This tom doesn't just posses confidence in himself, he oozes it. He was born handsome, and for that he's played no great part in. However, he could have just let himself become any other warrior in a sea of cats. No. This tom has decided there are other ways in which he will express himself, and playing second fiddle to anyone against his will is not one of them.
Never, will he dip his head in defeat when there are eyes watching. Never will there be a misstep or a moment where he wavers. Moons and moons ago, Laurelfang decided to himself, that he would be the face of a warrior, of what one should aspire to. Perhaps his confidence coincides with arrogance or smugness. He's not to deny those traits either, for they are blatant as a stain on his snowy fur. Quite honestly, it's hard to shame Laurelfang for his personality. He quite simply, will play it to his advantage, whatever petty little insult that rests on your lips and rolls from your tongue.
Protective -
One may suspect arrogance from such a tom. One would be right. Laurelfang hasn't survived almost forty moons in the Clans just to let himself act as if he were a newly made warrior. However, this arrogance is often not the first thing one would note of him. For all his confident airs, his arrogant words, there is a fierce honesty in his words. More specifically, when he speaks of those he loves, most immediately, his Clan. Well, alright there are those within the Clan that produce such feelings. They're very strong feelings, sharp and dangerous. His mother, is one such cat that he would die for. Another, as always, is Rowanfrost. For any of his friends or family, he will happily step in front of any danger for them, in any situation. Perhaps that's more how he justifies his actions in the heat of the moment.
If one were to look at him honestly, they'll realize that he's actually protective of anyone he deems in need of it. Laurelfang has a ranking scale of some sort, surely, but he's not gone as far as to note it to himself. Perhaps he's afraid that if he were to look too harshly, he'd have to admit that on the scale of importance, some might rank higher than others. His ability to stay relatively happy about being protective, is the fact that he blankets his protection over the entire Clan. Even if his mind lingers on one or two cats more than others.
Observant -
Laurelfang is a WindClan cat. He's fast on his paws, and he as a very keen sense of sight. Not that those two things are exclusively for WindClan, mind you. The point is, living on such a stretch of flat land, lends to the fact that one is going to have to be able to notice the smallest of movements if they're looking for smaller prey. With almost 40 moons of experience under his belt, he's quite good at it. However, he rather uses this talent for his own purposes as well. It comes in handy, more often than not. Laurelfang is a cat who is content to sit and watch the world spin around him if nothing pressing is calling his attention. Which, at sun-high when most of the Clan is in camp and enjoying the warmth of the sun, gives him quite a chance to watch interactions between them.
Laurelfang wouldn't declare himself interested in gossip, per say. However, if a lover here or there mentions something, or he sees something that is of interesting note, who is he to ignore it? Exactly. He also tends to keep an eye on his friends and family. Especially those who he worries about, and when it comes to one or two cats, he worries quite often. The fact that most of the time said cats would tell him to move on and let it lie, keeps his mouth shut about what he sees most of the time. Even if it's frustrating. Laurelfang has become quite skilled in tempering his knee-jerk reactions to try and fix things that aren't his business right away.
Charming-sincere -
There's something charming about Laurelfang. From the way he moves, to the way he speaks. He has a tendency to try and woo others to his way of thinking when he speaks. He's not about going low emotionally to get to those points either. Now, many cats can bed as many cats as they like, and be quite proud of the number at the end of the day. There's a good many hurt feelings all around, generally, however. Laurelfang isn't quite like those who bed others just to slake the thirst for physical contact for himself. Not that there are not hurt feelings or misunderstandings, but it's very hard to accuse him of being interested in only his own potential gain. For all his charm, his sly, flirtatious smiles, there is a startling sincerity about him.
Those he interacts with, befriends, and 'loves', all hold a solid and quantifiable worth to him.
Confident -
Laurelfang is many things, and there are many more ways to describe him. Pretty, handsome, tease, promiscuous, and more or less Laurelfang will agree without batting either of his lovely green eyes. Laurelfang knows what he is, for he was the one who decided who he would become rather than letting the world shape him as if he were clay. Which was why he decided he'd rather step with confidence, than cringe away from others. Laurelfang moves as if every pawstep is being watched, as if every twitch of his tail is a great sign from StarClan. This tom doesn't just posses confidence in himself, he oozes it. He was born handsome, and for that he's played no great part in. However, he could have just let himself become any other warrior in a sea of cats. No. This tom has decided there are other ways in which he will express himself, and playing second fiddle to anyone against his will is not one of them.
Never, will he dip his head in defeat when there are eyes watching. Never will there be a misstep or a moment where he wavers. Moons and moons ago, Laurelfang decided to himself, that he would be the face of a warrior, of what one should aspire to. Perhaps his confidence coincides with arrogance or smugness. He's not to deny those traits either, for they are blatant as a stain on his snowy fur. Quite honestly, it's hard to shame Laurelfang for his personality. He quite simply, will play it to his advantage, whatever petty little insult that rests on your lips and rolls from your tongue.
Protective -
One may suspect arrogance from such a tom. One would be right. Laurelfang hasn't survived almost forty moons in the Clans just to let himself act as if he were a newly made warrior. However, this arrogance is often not the first thing one would note of him. For all his confident airs, his arrogant words, there is a fierce honesty in his words. More specifically, when he speaks of those he loves, most immediately, his Clan. Well, alright there are those within the Clan that produce such feelings. They're very strong feelings, sharp and dangerous. His mother, is one such cat that he would die for. Another, as always, is Rowanfrost. For any of his friends or family, he will happily step in front of any danger for them, in any situation. Perhaps that's more how he justifies his actions in the heat of the moment.
If one were to look at him honestly, they'll realize that he's actually protective of anyone he deems in need of it. Laurelfang has a ranking scale of some sort, surely, but he's not gone as far as to note it to himself. Perhaps he's afraid that if he were to look too harshly, he'd have to admit that on the scale of importance, some might rank higher than others. His ability to stay relatively happy about being protective, is the fact that he blankets his protection over the entire Clan. Even if his mind lingers on one or two cats more than others.
Observant -
Laurelfang is a WindClan cat. He's fast on his paws, and he as a very keen sense of sight. Not that those two things are exclusively for WindClan, mind you. The point is, living on such a stretch of flat land, lends to the fact that one is going to have to be able to notice the smallest of movements if they're looking for smaller prey. With almost 40 moons of experience under his belt, he's quite good at it. However, he rather uses this talent for his own purposes as well. It comes in handy, more often than not. Laurelfang is a cat who is content to sit and watch the world spin around him if nothing pressing is calling his attention. Which, at sun-high when most of the Clan is in camp and enjoying the warmth of the sun, gives him quite a chance to watch interactions between them.
Laurelfang wouldn't declare himself interested in gossip, per say. However, if a lover here or there mentions something, or he sees something that is of interesting note, who is he to ignore it? Exactly. He also tends to keep an eye on his friends and family. Especially those who he worries about, and when it comes to one or two cats, he worries quite often. The fact that most of the time said cats would tell him to move on and let it lie, keeps his mouth shut about what he sees most of the time. Even if it's frustrating. Laurelfang has become quite skilled in tempering his knee-jerk reactions to try and fix things that aren't his business right away.
Charming-sincere -
There's something charming about Laurelfang. From the way he moves, to the way he speaks. He has a tendency to try and woo others to his way of thinking when he speaks. He's not about going low emotionally to get to those points either. Now, many cats can bed as many cats as they like, and be quite proud of the number at the end of the day. There's a good many hurt feelings all around, generally, however. Laurelfang isn't quite like those who bed others just to slake the thirst for physical contact for himself. Not that there are not hurt feelings or misunderstandings, but it's very hard to accuse him of being interested in only his own potential gain. For all his charm, his sly, flirtatious smiles, there is a startling sincerity about him.
Those he interacts with, befriends, and 'loves', all hold a solid and quantifiable worth to him.
