Post by BabyBlue™ on Apr 20, 2020 15:59:52 GMT -5
The Essentials
Name: Cosmos
Prefix Meaning: Pelt matching the color of an orange cosmos flower.
Suffix Meaning: x
Sex: Male
Age: Thirty Moons
Sexuality: Bisexual
Rank: Outsider
Role: x
Adopt Thread: x
Last Character: Lavenderkit
The Body
Base Coat Color: Ginger.
Markings: Tabby markings and a white underside.
Eye Color: Brown.
Body Size and Build: Large and muscular.
Fur Length and Texture: Long, thick, and glossy.
Additional Physical Traits: x
Health and Scars: His body is covered in scars from big to small. His right eye is a foggy/milky white due to an incident where he lost his sight in that eye.
Full Appearance Description: Cosmos is a huge tom, blessed with a long linage of large cats. He towers over most with a long and thick fur that simply adds to the size. His fur is bright ginger with dark scattered tabby markings and a white underside. While large he is also long, his tail could create a harsh smack if he whipped it around. His eyes are dark honey, looking the best in the sunlight. While handsome all around he had a handful of scars all around his body, none exactly standing out more than the other. However, his right eye is a milky and foggy white due to an incident that took away his sight. He wouldn’t say it took away from his looks but instead enhanced it.
The Identity
Positive Traits: Charismatic, Prideful, Loyal, Protective, Extroverted.
Neutral Traits: Dramatic, Bold, Confident, Loud.
Negative Traits: Tempered, Violent, Impulsive, Manipulative, Hostile.
Full Trait Description: Cosmos… is a lot. Overall he is a sick and twisted tom who enjoys nothing more than to torment other cats and use them for his benefit. He’s an anger-filled cat who can’t control his emotions very well and lash on any cat he possibly can to relive that kind of stress. He’s manipulative and impulsive, he will do what he wants when he wants and doesn’t care about anyone else. Most cats are below him, little pawns to play with. He’s dramatic and loud, he loves to talk and be around other cats and tends to be good at getting them on his good side.
Loves: Vibe checks(The ones that end in murder), Honeypaw/dew, mental playing.
Likes: Fear, when people stare at his eye.
Dislikes: Prissy cats, perkiness, kits, affection.
Hates: Clancats, his family, butt kissers.
Fears: Himself sometimes, having a kit randomly show up and claim to be his.
Secrets: The amount of cats he has either hurt or killed.
Dreams: To talk to Honey again, find a place to settle down.
Strengths: Attack, Speed, Stealth, Smelling.
Normals: Jumping, Hunting, Defense, Climbing.
Weaknesses: Swimming, Eyesight, Flexibility, Hearing.
The Past
Cosmos’ life has been a fun ride from the very start. He was born into a group of cats that have been together for generations and consisted of three families. He was the fourth living generation, meaning his great grandparents were alive at the time, his mother was a very young she-cat. He did not get along with his mother, Poppy, she was young and childish and didn’t really want the responsibility of the kit. He was often thrown to his grandmother, Silver. His mother became more of a sister while Silver was more of a mother. They were dysfunctional, but it worked.
As Cosmos tried very hard to please Poppy, always craving her love and affection as it was his birth mother. She always pushed him away and treated him more like a brother. Nothing he did was good enough and ended up being mocked and criticized. While Silver was nice, she wasn’t the perfect mother figure, and she too often did the bare minimum to take care of him. This is when the nasty little seed was planted in his heart and would blossom into a disastrous flower.
The family/group Cosmos was in circled around the vast area and knew of the clans, though did their best to avoid them. They weren’t exactly fighters. They stuck to Glenclan for a while, the forest area was nice and plentiful for the things they needed to survive. When he was around four moons old he stumbled upon an apprentice. His name was Honeypaw, and the two became close.
Honeypaw taught Cosmos how to properly hunt and to fight. Honeypaw would train with his mentor and then sneak off to go find Cosmos so they could have fun and practice what they knew. This was the first time someone had shown any interest in the tom, and he was ecstatic to finally have a friend. Eventually, however, the two were caught. A small clan she-cat had found them as well as Poppy. Things went south, the she-cat attacking Poppy as the two young cats tried to stop them. At this point, Cosmos was eleven moons old and was much bigger than most cats his age as his family had a long history of largely built cats. Poppy was losing the fight, and Cosmos had to step in. It ended blood, so much blood. The she-cat had died, and Honeypaw fled.
Cosmos expected praise from his mother, he had saved her life, clearly that had to amount to something, right? Of course, it didn’t. He didn’t understand why she yelled at him, and if he was asked today what she had said, he couldn’t tell them. It happened so fast, and soon she was next to the nameless she-cat. He was never enough to her, always an annoyance. Maybe she’d appreciate him in the afterlife. He couldn’t go back to his family after that and instead ran away.
From that day on Cosmos went on grand adventures along the land and causing a tornado of mischief as he went. He loved to fool with the any cat he found. He loved to flirt, to toy and manipulate those around him to do what he wanted. It was a fun game, and often he’d find an all too willing cat to play with. And when he got bored-- well, let’s just say his body count is high.
One particular she-cat had grown fond of him, very clingy and needy. She was pretty, and she was expecting his kits. He was in no mood to stick around with she-cats baring his kits, and told her one day he was leaving. She got a very lucky shot and scratched his right eye, resulting in him going blind. He returned the favor by gouging out her pretty blue ones and bidding her good luck with the kits. He couldn't kill a pregnant she-cat, but was it really his fault if she starved to death?
He loved fear, and anger, and sadness. He was a bitter, twisted, and vengeful cat with a temper that could set the land ablaze. At time, however, he would hide in Glenclan to catch a glimpse of Honeypaw who had been promoted to Honeydew. He couldn’t lay a claw on that cat, and would gladly kill for him.
After the moons of fun and torment, he found the lovely garden. He had never seen another group that wasn’t the clans since his birth place and it certainly piqued his interest.