Display Name: Belmont
Login Name: kaye99
Age: 12 moons
Rank (HP's besides grims, healers and guards must be male!): Soldier
Crossfire is a white tom splashed with ginger all over his body. He has subtle tabby markings on the sides of his face, but none besides these. All of his paws are completely snowy-white, as is his underbelly. Crossfire's tail is tipped with white as well. His eyes are a greenish-yellow, like pond water penetrated by the sun. They are slightly murky and rather emotionless. Crossfire does not like his emotions to show through his eyes, and is an expert at keeping them out. He is slightly smaller than the average cat, although he can fight as well as any. His body is lean and hard, with strong muscles and a good foundation.
Personality: Crossfire is a sly tom, with a bagful of tricks to outwit a fox. He is known for his wit and hit-and-run tactics. He has a golden tongue and skill enough to rally many cats behind him. He is an excellent leader, good in a crisis and a superb organizer. Even though he is not always trustworthy to some, he has true loyalty to MinusClan and would never leave them. He can be quite cold at times, and trusts very few with his secrets. One of these few is his leader. Crossfire would follow Majornight to the end of the earth if he told him without a word.
History (optional): Crossfire was doing quite well in the world as a loner. With his many brains, he had conned and tricked any number of cats into giving him prey and shelter. He was well-fed and comfortable, wandering and doing as he pleased. He lived on his wit. When he came across MinusClan, he decided that he might be able to help the Clan and so put them in debt to him. What a thing it would be to have an entire Clan owe him! As he spent time with the Clan, though, true loyalty developed and Crossfire quietly told himself to just stay. It was a rare moment, but a flash of Crossfire's good side finally showed.
Shatteredpaw was out in the forest, trying to enjoy the beautiful greenleaf day. Trying, yes, but not exactly succeeding. She could smell the sweetness in the air, she could hear the birds gossiping merrily, and she could feel the warm golden rays of the sun touching her back. It was all very wonderful, too. She would have been perfectly content -- had she been able to see it all.
But of course, Shatteredpaw couldn't. She was blind.
Her eyes were clouded and swirling with the empty film of used dreams, grey and blank. To her eyes, it was the most pitch of all midnight and the most arctic of all winters. There was no greenleaf joy to gratify her eyes, and she was forced to stare forever into emptiness. Shatteredpaw had grown used to this long ago, but it was still a dismal thought when it did hit her every now and again. To feel, hear, and smell all the heaven around her, but not to see it, was quite unbearable. Yet the young she-cat was determined to force this torture upon herself until she could accept it, however grim the acceptance was.
Other: Hi Swiffer! What's happening with the HPs? Are you going to choose the deputy and Trusteds ICly?