The [Black] [Sparrow] calls for Blood

[.sparrow]

Name: Blacksparrow
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Tom
Type: Helzan
Rank: Fighter
Appearance:

Blacksparrow's frame is thin and scrawny, which is why many predators are drawn to it, they figure he's easy prey. Although he is hardly recognizable as what once was, his face is still slightly pretty, giving off a slight glow from a distance. He is rather small, his figure lean and underfed, a small portion of fat still left from after the harsh talk of kittypet life which was never. His forelegs the same size, small and weak from the harsh calamities and obstacles he's faced over his bitter life. His tail is thin overall, becoming narrow at the tip - truthfully, it's always been the same size. His legs are weak but still can walk for miles, and are still healthy despite their worn appearance.

Blacksparrow has a pure, black, unblemished coat. It was once silky and long, striding along his body as smooth as honey. Now it is rugged and tattered, clasped between the tangled fur are leaves and debris from fights with foxes and other rogues. He's blessed to have a pure black coat, and uses it to hid advantage in the darkness, his rugged frame easily being able to blend in with the surroundings when trying to find food. The feline still makes attempts to clean it from its flaws, however, it doesn't seem to help much. His claws are like two knives, he uses them often, and still makes time to scrape them along the bark of trees, and are always easy to unsheathe. He's a professional at ripping anything to shreds, and his merciless personality will never falter as long as he's still breathing. His face is small, circular all around. It is still wet and scruffy, but black nonetheless. His ears are short and sharp, hard and sturdy to the touch. Two white streaks run down the top of his head, creating a menacing look when he's facing his attacker, when he dips his head they appear very vividly, and are almost comparable to blood spilling down. His cheeks are raw and hardly even there, his cheekbones are visible when looking at him up close. The tomcat's nose is a pale salmon, once pink but lost its color due to all of his years in the cold. His whiskers are thin, hardly looking like whiskers at all, they are tipped with a silky ivory, and are quite long. Luckily though, Blacksparrow's escaped without any scars, which, if he did have them, would completely dilute the notionshe has of his physical appearance.

Blacksparrow's eyes, his most dangerous feature. His eyes are extremely rare, almost like he has none at all, from a distance they look like two hollow eye sockets, but when seen up close, they are much more complex. They are tainted with a pure onyx black, clean and untouched as if they are gems themselves. They reveal a menacing nature to them, and are often used in the night to catch easy prey, because they camoflauge the bright light that most cats' eyes reveal when hunting in the moonlight. They can frighten some cats, so be warned. Whether it be their hollow appearance, deceiving nature, or anything else, they serve as his best feature and he is grateful for the only advantage he has against enemies or prey.

Personality:

Blacksparrow is known to be very ambitious, and will go to the ends of the earth to find a suitable home for his kits; because of his young mate and tendency to be somewhat ruthless, he is somewhat awkward to be around and abides to be less naive. He curses his old self although still has that fragment of unstability that he did when he was young; although not much has changed in his years, hardly any prey, and striving to get a decent meal here and there, he always regrets giving his kits away to a group of cats. And once he gets enough strength, he will be planning to steal his kittens back. The feline is very secretive, not whispering a soul about anything to anyone he may come across. He's very cautious about where he roams, and doesn't like anything to do with anyone. He's a strict and hard cat, forced to live off of the remnants of a once precious land. He would not be described as sophisticated, but distanced and strong-willed.

Although he seems weak, it doesn't take long to set his hot-headed temper soaring. Yes, he had patience long ago. When he was young and less intelligent and less resourceful than he is now. He is also very witty, always thinking ahead. But maybe that asserts a small problem at times, because he may be too confident for his own good. Although his looks aren't the most alluring, he is very self-content with his appearance and the way he tends to things in a manner of his liking. Blacksparrow hates being dragged down and is migrating constantly, but comes back to the shores of shadow stalkers camp at times, but usually disappears within several days, for it's not his nature to be bottled up somewhere.

Experience:

A young tomcat who's fur was as black as shadows began his life as a loner. He was known as 'Shadow' for the first half of his life, but later on he wandered into the Helz. Helz accepted him as one of their own only because new kits were needed, and because they were very low in population then. Not long after getting suited to her new lifestyle, 'Shadow' now titled 'Captain Blacksparrow' by Helz Leader, met a she-cat by the name of Gossamerstreak. She was brave and loyal, and he couldn't help but fall in love with her. By this time in his life he was considered 6 moons, young and naive to fall for her. However, he figured he had made the right choice in choosing her to be his mate. A few moons after their acquaintence Blacksparrow's mate was pregnant with kits. The queen, feeling too locked up and unsecure with gang life, fled with hid kits; leaving her mate behind, which he followed.

Not long after, five kits were born. Blacksparrow, slightly sorrowful that he had left his new "group", heard news that they had dissappeared into the forest, and no other news was said about him following his disappearance. Blacksparrow then became determined and somewhat physcotic, and he tipped more to the wild side; and now had a distaste for his kits, who were starting to separate him from the life he once had. Still, a part of him felt connected with them and a part of him wanted to raise them on his own. But another part of him wanted them to be a courageous warrior like their mother. He soon fled with his kits into the forest, before the Helz cats had forgotten about them, and left them there for the first moon of their lives.

But when he felt they were ready, Blacksparrow would use his witty skills to steal his kits back with him, and nothing would cross his path without the sabre in him being unleashed.

/Lineage --/
Sire &&. Gasthon
Dam &&. Venom
Siblings &&. Silex

Additional Comments:

He will actualy "betray" Helz, so keep your eyes peeled.

[ਝHeart]

Accepted