anarchy . wind

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name / anarchy
gender / tom
rank / warrior
clan / windclan


description /
Anarchy's pelt is mixed, with blacks and reds and white. His almond-shaped eyes are bright yellow, taunting and mischievous. His ears are tall, perfect and untouched by his battles. His pink nose has a small scar running across the tip, from a fight with a black tom from ThunderClan. His chest is white, along with his stomach. His back is mostly red, with black staining the crimson color like ink. His two front paws are white, with red halfway around on each side. His long tail curls around his paws easily, and is ringed with black and red, with a white strek along the side.

picture / i122.photobucket.com/albums/o247/The_Mad_Hatter06/Cats/TrioA_009.jpg

personality /
Anarchy is a flirt, always showing off his talents, if any. He loves to trick people into doing things for him without realizing it, and most of his life revolves around ryhmes. He causes trouble, and is always where ever it is, often at the wrong time. Anarchy has been exciled from one Clan, only to find there was no way he could live alone, and was quietly accepted by WindClan. He seems untrusted, and doesn't have many friends, but has a soft heart, and is loyal. He seems to have some connection with Desperation, though they've never met.

history /
The tom was Clan born, with loving parents. His nursery mates were always nice to him, they played games and had mock fights. Nothing seemed to be wrong with his life, but Anarchy longed for adventure.

As an apprentice, he wasn't the most obedient. A patrol caught him catching food for himself before the Clan countless times. He grew tired of rules, and spent more and more time away from camp. One day, a shadow-like cat crept up. After watching each other for a few minutes, the cat spoke.
Rules?
Anarchy looked up, puzzled.
Your Clan's rules. Wouldn't you like if they were gone?
They talked for hours on end. Anarchy listened to the shadow-cat's words, understanding them completely before letting them settle in his mind. Fianlly, they made a deal. Anarchy would cause a rebellion, what he was best at, and the shadow-cat, along with his rogue friends, would attack the Clan. Oblivious to the cat's sly smile, he nodded and walked back to camp, hopes high.

Anarchy caused the rebellion, and everyhting went according to plan. Almost. The shadow-cat stood over the Leader's dying body, smiling down at Anarchy. A purr came from his black jaws.
See what he's done? He's ruining your Clan.
At first, Anarchy was confuzed. Then, following the cat's gaze, he stared down at the Leader's blood-soaked face. Rogues attacked innocent cats, stole kits, and killed anyone they could find. Almost instantly, they stopped. Everyone turned and stared unforgivingly at Anarchy. The sight of the two cats 'working together' sent yowls of rage into the air. On instinct, Anarchy ran.

He tracked every black cat he finds, finally settling on one from ThunderClan. He was the right height, the same rippling muscles, and the same scars.

password / secrets

[untilthis.echo]

*Accepted