Raptor [the] Rouge

[[whispers] in the .[wind].]

{A mirror image}
{You may call me Raptor}
{I was blessed a Male}
{My heart has beat for 23 Moons}
{I follow Nobody}
{My bravery gives me the rank of Nobody}
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{I have a unique Description}

Like a carpet of dense, matted leaves. Raptor's pelt is a like a patchwork quilt of kahki, auburn, amber, bronze, mahogany, hazel, russet... well, you get the rest. Streaks of ebony and inky sable crisscross his pelt like that of a checkerboard, forming layers of onyx-black, and dusty brown. the area around his eyes seem to be like rings of coal around twin crystals of a golden color. His fur is pulled tightly over a slim muscular structure. This usually fools many felines into thinking he is an easy target... not many of them are around any more. Razor claws with an ivory tint are usually dyed crimson with a scarlett luster are drawn out. This usually means that everyone should flee into the hills. His longer then regular tail swishs when ever he is mad, thats another sign you should run for your life.

{I have an attitude}

Raptor is known by many names, Jester, Mercenary, and the Thing-you-see-before-you-die-from-having-your-heart-ripped-out. He is known to be a sarcastic, joking friend if you get to know him. That will take a while of taking down walls around his heart, and soul itself. He also has trouble with the concept of love, he always fights it instead of accepting it and living a much easier life. That is one of his worse qualities, and another one of his worst qualities is that his career is as a mercenary. A cat who kills for rewards, a den to sleep in, prey, and other items. He has begun to stop slaughtering for a prize, but is still an extremely talented fighter. This has been proved many times over and over.

{This is my story}

He has told his story many times, the funny thing is, the tale is always different, never the same. To tell you the truth, he doesn't really know the truth himself. Truthfully, the story goes this way. There once was a sweet little she-cat, and a mean, tyrannical tomcat. They fell in love, which is quite suprising, and they had some kids. Now one of these kittens was named Hemlock, but he was better known as Raptor. He didn't live the highlife of a clankit, no he was pushed around and beaten. He and all of his brothers and sisters were also beaten, so he wasn't singled out, but it still was pretty vile. His father was a leader of a small territory, but when he talked about it, you thought it was an entire planet. He ruled with an ironfist, and he didn't let anyone leave his land. Soon prey ran dry and a visiter came to visit them. He stayed the night, and in the middle of the ebony night, the mysterious cat killed the so called "King" and left with Raptor trailing behind. The cat had taken him because he saw a promise in Hemlock, who disgraced his name, and took on his nickname... Raptor. After moons of training nonestop, he left. In the cover of the night, he left. Moons later he stumbled upon a few cats and started the Loner Group, one of the most closeknit loners still active.
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{Family; by Blood}
Mother - Unknown - Unknown
Father - Unknown - Dead
Brothers - Unknown - Unknown
Sisters - Unknown - Unknown

{Watch me Play}
N/A

{Actions speak louder then Words}
"Raptor is the name, have you got it memorized?"

[[Ridge] of [Sapphire] light]

can you choose a different picture. I can't see it.

[[whispers] in the .[wind].]

I changed it, you can see the image now... I hope O.O

[[Ridge] of [Sapphire] light]

Accepted!!!

[[whispers] in the .[wind].]

Thank you Spotty!!!!!!