Greed

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So here I go!
I have got my back to the wind

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Male | 18 moons | Charterux




Name: Greed


Age: 18 moons


Home: Dry Riverbed

And I will fly higher than I ever have been
I'll follow all my dreams, my destiny is waiting for me

Fears:
monsters [ cars ]
humans
bats


Likes:

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water activities
lovey couples
impostors


Overall Personality:

Greed. What a nasty name to call someone. But his name proved fatal; he was greedy, which was a horrible sin to commit. He liked owning more items than anyone else. Greed enjoyed watching other animals being killed off. It was a cruel hobby, one someone would probably never have to need to. Greed was mean to strangers, and was quite violent to anyone, anywhere. The tom didn't enjoy taking orders from idiots, especially .. I'm not going to name names here, I apologize for rialing you up, sincere reader.

On the bright side, Greed used his brain and mouth more frequently. Rather than using his teeth and his claws. The Charterux was very smart, and enjoyed spying and sneaking. It was easy for the young lad because he was slim. It was simple. Unfortuneatly, one of his partners; Gluttony, was far to obese to actually do anything sneaky without tripping or sticking out of hiding spots. Greed was also very tricky, and liked to mess with other cat's heads. That's his way; what he did.

I am on my way, heading for a sunnier sky
And all my past worries, I will leave them behind

Appearance:

Greed's build was the average. He was skinny, but he wasn't starved at all. He was well feed considering that there weren't many wild cats that lived here as of now. Greed's pelt was black, jet black. It was perfect for sneaking about. Greed's eyes were different from everyone else; his left eye was light blue and his right eyes was a light pine green. The cat was the same height than the average feline as well. He had no such markings; because his pelt was black. His whiskers were a delicate silver, an they tended to twitch when he was bored or nervous. It was a mere flaw they the cat had burdened upon his shoulders. It was a weakness; it showed when he was lying.

History:

[ no history for the Deadly Sins kittens. ]

Now it is time for the beginning of a brighter day
It's a brighter day!

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Envy • 1021 words.

A clap of thunder reined throughout the forest, following after the bright spark of lightning. A dark gray object dashed through the shadows; it was basically invisible. But the figure was easily spotted during a lightning's strike. The animal of some sort was blastered with sleek, dark gray fur. And almost black stripes. Its muzzle was a pure white, well, slightly darker in the rain. The animal had silver whiskers, that always twitched when it was nervous. It was a cat; a tom, in fact. His build? The average, but more complex than the usual. He was the average height as well, maybe an inch taller or so, not like it made a difference. Where were we? Ah, yes; The male cat had a rather unique personality. He was a strong fighter, but used his head and his mouth more than his claws and his teeth. And yet, he was very envious of others; The others always had something he wanted, something he deserved. He was to have those titles, or that den; Because it belonged with him. That is what he thought, anyway. But, he was a loyal cat. And despises the idea of being just a ridiculous pawn in some game. When he was being used, he felt like he was under control of a puppeteer.

Rain leaked from the leaves, hitting the earth. It was about time it had rained here; the rogue territory made him feel like he lived in a desert. But, here the rain was; up and about. As much as the gray cat was happy to see the rain, it was starting to annoy him. He just couldn't be pleased with anything! The rogue cat shook his pelt furiously, shaking the rain droplets off his gray fur, only to have new ones fall onto him. His whiskers drooped down in frustration, plus; it was heavy with all the rain it had carried. The rogue searched for a dry spot, perhaps a more levitated area, so he wouldn't drown in all this rain. His bright green eyes spotted a perfect spot; A completely dry area, only because large leaves of some species covered the spot like an umbrella. Interesting. He trotted swiftly over to the cozy little location. After settling down for about two minutes, the giant leaves collapsed; sending a large amount of rain to fall on the tom's head. He hissed with frustration, he hated water. He hated swimming. The rogue hissed up at the sky, addressing to no one in particular,

" Stupid idiotic water! Go to hell! Agh! "

He growled loudly, his voice spreading throughout the territory, his green irises burning with frustration. Of course; just his luck, he managed to be under those leaves at that exact timing. After recovering from that little episode he had, his stomach growled with hunger. It felt like his abdomen was clawing him from the inside. And whenever the cat got seriously hungry, he starts shivering and feels very sick. This was not a good time to puke, out in the rain especially. Or was it? Since the water would wash away ... Let's not talk about that, okay? So, he was going to have to wait until the storm let up. All the animals would be hiding by now. But he was so hungry, he couldn't help but scavenge for any scraps hunters had left. The rain was blocking his scent, and erasing every single scent laid down here earlier. His whiskers twitched; that was a sign that the rogue was nervous. Very nervous.

All he heard was the horrible noise of thunder, crickets, and his stomach. Growling and growling. He felt his stomach vibrate as he desperately searched for something edible. He hated this, so much. The tom wanted to come home to find some delicious, tender voles; all stacked up in large groups. The rogue's gray ear twitched with agony as thunder boomed horrifically loud; leaving his poor eardrum pounding. The dark gray cat swayed his tail to and fro as his trotted quickly, wondering off for food. Wait! He saw something, it was a limp, brown lump. He walked over to see if it were a mouse or something. But all it was .. was ... a stupid cat's poop! Again, his temper went off; dung! Dung! Dung! Dung! It was just crap! How was a growing cat going to eat a load of crap?! He tossed his head up in the night sky, preparing his vocal chords for another scream;

" Stupid, stupid load of catdung! Useless! "

He yowled, up in the open. His ebony black claws unsheathed, as he scored them on the face of a tree. The violence cooled off his anger, letting the tom relax a bit. Yes, he had bit of a temper, but all cats did, right? It's perfectly normal, is all. He sheathed his weapons back in, and stalked around for more options other than cat crap. The brutal wind ruffled the rogue's dark gray pelt, tossing it left and right, up and down, forward and backward, and side to side. It was crazy out there. He'd heard about this DeathClan, but he didn't feel the need to join a Clan. That was certainly something this cat wouldn't do. He knew there were better things out there for his use. Somethings that appreciated his abilities. He didn't feel like becoming a slave of another animal, especially Viper or Scarlet. His ears prickled once more, only to seeing lightning and to defiantly hear some thunder

He was born here, because he had parents. Well, he wasn't really born right here, not in this very spot at least. His parents were loners and he simply disagreed with the whole peace idea. Oh no; He loved man-slaughter. It was fun for him, but not the one being maimed, of course. His parents? Yes, his father was Nathaniel. And the gray cat's mum was called Sarah. He didn't pay any thought to them since he left the territory. He was a rogue now, and he was happy; That's all that counted, right? Oh, and by the way; the cat's name was Envy.

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