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Name: Creamfur
Age: Thirty-nine moons
Gender: Tom
Hierarchy: Warrior
Clan: LeafClan
Picture:

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Small Description:

A cream colored cat with blue eyes.

Full Appearance:

Creamfur's appearance is pretty easy to identify- it's part of his name, well, at least his face is. His pelt is an intense white with a few stripes or blotches of cream here and there. His eyes are a dazzling blue, and they are extremely beautiful. The top of both his ears are the same cream color most of his face is, along with his front paws. His chest inherits his mother's faint stripes, and it is very hard to identify them. He is shaped as a regular cat, give or take his fluffy build. He is muscular underneath it all, and he is a powerful swimmer. He has the same sized paws, hindquarters, and the same pointed ears as any other cat. Too bad his tail breaks it.

The fact of the matter? Creamfur has a fighting build, if you can believe it, but he still has a hunter inside of him. His muscular build, and sharp claws are some of the only places where his father lives on. He resembles most of the other LeafClan cats, but his frame is slightly larger, the final gift from his father.

His claws, as mentioned, are sharp, but they are pretty transparent. His pad is a soft pink, much, MUCH lighter then his nose, which is a pinkish-red. His fur is pretty long, so when summer comes, he burns. When it gets colder, though, his coat is ideal for it. His fur is very soft, as well. More into detail, though, we should talk about his face. From his nose to the corners to his eyes, it is a light brown, not cream at all, but when you go father up, they turn cream and they break up into small stripes. The tips of his cheeks are cream, and his whiskers are long. Very long. His eyes are a vivid blue, very electric. Like the lake that goes unpolluted, and is the place every cat wants to live. His tail is long and fluffy, his fur sticking out, but sticking out beautifully.

The few colours of Creamfur's pelt swirl together, blending in perfectly. He doesn't have a pure pelt colour, but that doesn't really matter, now, does it? His face is a bit ovalish, pointed, too. It's a bit abnormal, but you can almost never tell. The inside of his ears are cream, too, but they are covered with white fur that sticks out in an odd pattern. He was not the runt of the litter, that's for sure, he was born chubby, but it turned into muscle. Too bad his family still thinks that his muscle is fat.

The camera really does add ten pounds.

Personality:

What can I say? I don't like people.

Creamfur is a loyal cat; thick and thin. You will never see him break the warrior code, but he believes there are times for the rules to get bended a little. Many cats outside of the clan have show obvious interest, to his utter disgust, and he ignores them completely, not even bothering to introduce himself. Why should he? Love outside of the clan, it means trouble. He likes to be the leader of things, but he knows when to give in and be a follower. In battle, for example, he knows how to follow his leader's instructions, but when exploring new possibility, he can't pass up the chance to be the leader. He's pretty friendly, to few cats. Even those in his clan don't know him well, for he rarely talks to some. Outside of his clan? He won't even bother to look back.

This warrior knows the time to be serious, and he will not be in a joking mood. It's like, something in his brain malfunctioned, and he can't smile. He'll take things seriously, so he might come off as snappy and tempered, especially if there is some type of tension in the air. He becomes very strict, and will flip out if something goes wrong. Mainly with the more troublesome apprentices, stay on his good side and you will be fine. If you annoy him, well, it was nice knowing you. Oh, but he won't kill you or anything, you might just find yourself afraid of speaking freely, though.

Creamfur is clever, really, but sometimes it can come off as sly. It's as if his heart is battling at the edges of the light and the darkness. He can come up with rather evil thoughts, and if he speaks them, others seems to try his loyalty, wondering if he really is loyal, but he always win their loyalty back. Even with the darkness in his heart. It's the... abnormal side of Creamfur that is to be feared. In some ways. He becomes cold, dark, and angry. This mostly only happens when he becomes fiercely angry, or depressed. It's as if he's stuck in an abyss at the borders of consciousness, as if nothing matters. This, along with his looks, tends to draw in the females, they always want to know what he's thinking, but he won't care about them. Not even himself.

Well, Creamfur can be stubborn. It's his way or see ya, buddy. He isn't easily persuaded into thinking other ways unless he already thought it was a good idea to begin with, or that he already agreed with. Otherwise... good luck with getting him to agree with you. He is strong willed and will not be swayed easily, at all. Along with these times the handsome warrior can come off as insensitive. He'll say things that may end up hurting others, but it's not his fault, really; you just caught him in a bad time.

Really, you'd have a better chance at being friends with a rock then with Creamfur. It's not that he isn't anti-social, it's just, well, he is shy. You can put it that way. When you try to talk to him, he'll just blink his eyes at you in a confused matter, as if to say, "Why are you talking to me?" Though sometimes, if you don't annoy the hell out of him, he'll be glad to be your friend. He still won't talk much, but he'll be your friend.

Past:

Creamfur was born into the family of two LeafClan cats. His mother was Mistyfur, and his father was Redfur. Now, you'd think they were just two crazy kids in love. This wasn't the case. His father was a traitor. He killed his first mate, but he was still allowed into the clan. It was... strange. His mother? Not the same naive female who mated with him, so many seasons ago.

Creamkit was born into a litter of three, Frostkit, and Firekit. Firekit, however, was killed just days after his birth. To this day it is unknown who, or what, killed him. Frostkit and Creamkit have been inseparable ever since. They never knew Firekit, and have had no clue he ever lived. Mistyfur decided against it. It was rare, indeed, to find the two playing without the other, but if they ever fought, that was the time they wouldn't talk.

Frostkit became sick two moons after birth, and Mistyfur went into a panic. Redfur did nothing, though, and didn't show his any emotion about it. When he was alone with his mate, he certainly cried. Creamkit went into a panic along with his mother, and he wouldn't leave his sister. Frostkit suddenly became well again, but something had changed. She became much more serious about her life, and wanted to become a medicine cat. Creamkit thought she was silly, but supported her.

About a moon before he was apprenticed, Frostkit went missing. Creamkit left camp without any other's notice, but he found her. Her left leg, and both her back legs were broken. She was on the side of a thunderpath; in ThunderClan territory. A patrol found them, but their scent was washed off, so they took them in. Four days later Mistyfur came for her kits, but the clan medicine cat wouldn't let her take Frostkit. In a rage, she tore through the camp and took her daughter, leaving her son to find his way home. Along this journey Creamkit changed, he became much more clever, but along with this skill came his seriousness.

Back in camp, Redfur was disgusted with his mate for leaving his son in ThunderClan, and an unbreakable bond formed between the two. The two siblings were talking less, but they were so close, it's as if they were able to talk with their minds. Fast forward a moon later; Frostpaw and Creampaw. Frostpaw, however, became an elder early, developing a blindness not even herbs could fix. She was heartbroken, but a young tom named Snowpaw helped her through it. Creampaw was hurt, but he acted like nothing was wrong. This gave him Snowpaw's hatred.

Creampaw's mentor was a kind female named Ashfoot. She always tried to bring out the best in him, and this made him very shy. Why? She was, well, flirty. Even though he was young, she loved to flirt with him, for his good looks, of course. Even though she had a crush on him, she was part of the reason he was sculpted into a loyal warrior. Two moons into his training he found a hatred for his mentor. She left the clan for her mate, a loner named Skaii. [SKA-EE] His new mentor was rather rude, and caused him great anger and depression.

Kits! His sisters kits, to be exact. Snowpaw was her mate, and he didn't like Creampaw. AT ALL. When she birthed he wouldn't allow him to visit them. He snuck a glance, though, and saw four lovely kits. Tigerkit, Whitekit, Lionkit, and Twistedkit. Twistedkit was named cruelly, for she was born... mutated, you might say. She was born with a twisted head, and tail. She never lived past her first moon, though, and she haunted Creampaw's dreams. She warned him of Snowpaw, but Creampaw insisted it was because he didn't like him. One night the two apprentices were hunting together when Creampaw stopped, frozen in time. He dropped to the floor, his eyes glossy. He turned around, staring at Snowpaw. The white apprentice grinned menacingly, and attacked him.

The fight wasn't a fight at all, Creampaw couldn't force himself to fight back. He sat there, letting himself become clawed, until a patrol came by. Creampaw turned to Snowpaw, and grinned. A twisted, sick grin. He got close to his ear, and whispered, "StarClan will never accept you," he chuckled, and watched in satisfaction as the older warriors took his life. They asked Creampaw if he was alright, and the other Creampaw, the dark one, replied sadly. "I trusted him!" he never did, though. Back at the camp hell broke loose. Redfur left Mistyfur, Frostpaw blamed her brother for her mates death, and the clan doubted his loyalty. He won it back, though, for no reason. Who could resist the happy apprentice?

Finally! He was a warrior! The handsome tom couldn't be happier, but he'd have you thinking he didn't care at all. His parents were proud, but his sister still hated him. The darker half of him never cared, but the lightness in his heart said differently. His mother attempted to help them, but that caused them both to react in anger. The darker Creamfur looked away from both females in his family, but they suddenly turned back to him. Creamfur was annoyed, and went to his father. It was a little sad, though, but it didn't matter much to him.

Creamfur had a love/hate relationship with the gatherings, some days he loved to go, others, he wished he were dead. This was one of those days. As soon as Creamfur went on the island, a crowd of cats surrounded him. Some were she-cats, going googly eye'd over him, others were those who had seen the fight a moon ago. Creamfur reassured them he was okay, and he just glared at the females. He saw Ashfoot, then, and she was watching him with sorrow. He bared his teeth in anger, but the unthinkable happened, then.


[CLIFFHANGER! Yeah I'm too lazy to add more.]

Other: Changed the layout. owo'

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