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:icontgb-firetribe::iconthe-golden-butterfly::icontgb-firetribe:

NOTE: His half-siblings are open. Just ask me if you want to roleplay as one of his half-siblings! owo
UPDATE 1: Debito now has a new application. (12/24/13)
UPDATE 2: New ref for Debito made by eliza1star ! (8/25/14)

*** Please note that DeviantART's coding is messing up on me. If you see stray coding, then this would be the reason. I can't fix it as of right now.
I will update this application with the new one later. c:

l l General l l


l l Name l l
    Debito
l l Kit Name l l
    Crescent (Cres)
l l Age l l
    4 Season Cycles (Born in autumn)
l l Gender l l
    Male
l l Tribe l l
    Fire Tribe
l l Rank l l
    Guard
l l Power l l
    Primary: Fire / Heat
l l Skills l l
Skill 1: Raising the Temperature
Skill 2: Raising the Temperature 2
Skill 3: Raising the Temperature 3
Skill 4: Small Flame
Skill 5: Medium Flame
Skill 6: Big Flame
Skill 7: Engulfing Flame
Skill 8: Fire Oden
Skill 9: Fire Pulse
Skill 10: Smoke Screen
Skill 11: Little Bullets
Skill 12: A Dragon's Breath
Skill 13: My Creation

COMPLETE

l l Personal l l


l l Personality l l

+ Positive +

Courageous / / 
    Being strong-willed and powered by the flame that blazes on in his soul, Debito never appears to back down from a fight. In fact, he seems to allow his energy to flow when he is in the midst of a battle. This makes him a strong adversary, and he happens to be quite a worthy ally. Debito is renowned for being completely, pathetically lazy when he is doing his work, but this lethargy seems to vanish when he is fighting against another feline. Debito seems to be a powerful addition to Fire Tribe, even if he rarely seems to work on a daily basis. His courage is not always foolish, and it can become a positive trait if he uses this courage in the correct way. Apparently, Debito is not completely useless in every single angle. Overall, the courage that resides deep within his heart can become worthwhile, so long as he allows that courage to overrule his nonchalant attitude. So long as he is not foolish or lazy in battle, he can appear to be a pretty decent guard.

Coercive / / 
    Debito always happens to have a way with weaving his words to make a feline believe what he says. With this in mind, Debito enjoys tricking his opponents with his cleverly-placed words, distracting them from the honest truth. Debito acts as sly as a fox, and this can be a huge addition to tricking his opponents-or getting out of doing any work. Though this does not work all of the time, it can help Debito when he is trying to get out of a tough situation, such as explaining to an elder feline why he is not doing any work. Though he usually does not use his coercive words in a battle, he will use his words to get others to stop bothering him about how lazy and nonchalant he is. His tribemates may not find his coercive trait a good thing, but Debito certainly enjoys those days where he can get out of doing work by lying.

Optimistic / / 
    Despite everything that seems to happen to the tribes, Debito always has an optimistic mood. It happens to be extremely rare to hear Debito speak cynical words, and this Fire Tribe feline at least attempts to keep the mood high. Debito, despite the cruel and harsh cycle of the world, tries to hide his sorrow and make the best of everything. Some felines believe him to be oblivious, but this is not always the case. Debito just feels as if he should cast all of the horrible events away from the depths of his mind. If he does that, then surely the darkness residing in his mind will never consume him. His optimism usually raises the hopes of other felines, though it does not always work. Even if other felines are pessimistic, Debito tries his hardest never to look into the darkest portions of life. He believes that if he does that, then he will lose all of the happiness and joy that he has sought out in life. Before Debito joined Fire Tribe, he resided with his mother, Blossom. His mother, despite all of the sorrow that she hid within her heart, always acted as if everything would be alright. Ultimately, she taught Debito how to always see the bright side of life, and that is where he got his optimistic attitude. However, he secretly doubts his optimism at times, though he would never speak these thoughts aloud. He usually conceals these negative thoughts with his outward optimism and a deceptive smile.

Placid / / 
    In spite of all of the temperamental felines in the tribes, Debito happens to be quite calm and easy-going. Though his passive attitude is nothing to be proud about, he does seem to make up for it with the way he acts when he is speaking to other felines. To make up for his passive and relaxed nature, Debito hardly ever snaps at another feline, especially when they are within Fire Tribe. Debito's mother, Blossom, was always calm, and she brought up Debito to be equally calm and easy-going, though she was never as lazy as Debito is today. Upsetting Debito appears to be an impossible task, and nobody has ever actually heard him raise his voice. Though he can be pretty aggressive when he is fighting, he still never seems to get furious. Though many felines have tried to test Debito's temper, he still appears to be one of the calmest felines in all of the tribes. Rage usually does not blind him, though his careless nature can trip him up at times. Though it is still hard to make a friend out of Debito, it is made possible with his easy-going nature and his tranquil personality trait.


Protective / / 
    ooo

- Negative -

Careless / / 
    Debito is not always the smartest feline ever to be born, and his bright side usually resides deep within the depths of his mind. With that being divulged, many felines tend to keep a few inches away from him, since his careless nature can usually get others into deep trouble. Some would believe that Debito's nonchalant attitude mixed in with his bravery could really get someone killed. Debito always knows a way to get himself and others into trouble, and that could always be the demise of him. His tribemates are always trying to warn him of the dangers of being careless, but he hardly ever heeds them. After all, if something went wrong, wouldn't there always be a way to right the wrong? Still, his tribemates find his careless nature to be quite foolish and harmful. Only the daredevils would actually hang out with Debito, considering most felines value their own lives. Hanging out with Debito is like walking into a death trap at times.

Arrogant / / 
    Pride rests deep within this feline's heart, and it cannot be described as a good personality trait to brag about. Debito always tries to show off, attempting to make himself look quite impressive. However, he will never use up too much energy. Instead, he will just allow his arrogant personality to show. Debito appears pretty conceited at first, and this often makes felines absolutely despise him at times. Though he is not always this way, a good portion of his words indicated how proud of himself he is. Being full of himself, Debito is usually oblivious to his own surroundings. He is usually only thinking of himself, which makes it extremely difficult to become his friend. His pride is sometimes overwhelming, and it can lead felines to see him in a revolted light. Though his pride does not always show, it is still something he needs to work on. If he does not work on his arrogance, he may never gain a friend or acquantaince.

Stubborn / / 
    Never yielding and hardly ever being held back by his clanmates, Debito can often be called a stubborn feline. Since he happens to be quite independent, Debito has trouble taking orders from his fellow clanmates. His stubborn temper can often flare in the worst times, and it often gets him into trouble. Debito does not enjoy being contained, and this is what makes him so stubborn and recalcitrant. Though many felines already know he is loyal, his attitude towards authority often makes him seem like a complete rebel within his tribe. After all, most of his tribemates would not dare to speak up against the higher rankings. Of course, Debito is quite different. His independence and hot-headed attitude could probably be the product of his life as an exile. Before, he never had to take orders from the higher rankings, and he could do whatever he wanted to, so long as he did not always defy his mother when he was more youthful. Growing up in a life where he only had one authority, which was Blossom, his mother, did not count for much. He did not know how to live the life under leadership at first. In fact, his rebellious nature started to swell when he came to Fire Tribe. Of course, the higher rankings may have to keep an eye out for Debito, the stubborn Green-Fire.

Passive / / 
    This could be his most noticeable personality trait, since he can be seen lounging around or basking in the sunlight almost all of the time. A lot of his tribemates look down on him for being so passive, though he hardly ever notices their calculating, burning gazes upon his back. In fact, even when he does see those spiteful glares, he hardly even thinks for a second what they could possibly mean. Debito does not let anything bother him, and by that, it means that doing his job in the tribe comes second to sleeping and eating. This can really fire up the negative emotions some of his tribemates have deep within their hearts. Usually, felines take their anger out on Debito, since he seems like the correct target. He needs to learn that he should be able to offer to do the jobs for Fire Tribe. Most of the time, though, Debito is being forced into doing a job that he obviously despises greatly. It is believed that, after his mother's death, Debito hardly ever cared about anything.


Remorseful / / 
    ooo


l l Likes l l 

Lounging Around / / 
    This happens to be the reason why all of his clanmates call him a lazy, good-for-nothing rat. Simply put, it takes awhile to get Debito to actually do something useful for Fire Tribe. He despises wasting his energy on menial tasks, and he often has to be shouted at to actually do something. Perhaps shouting is the best way to get this passive feline's attention. Debito could use a few shouts from his tribemates every now and then. It would certainly make him do something and stop wasting his time lounging around idly.

Basking in the Sunlight / / 
    Enjoying the heat of summer and basking in the blazing sun's rays always seems to be a hobby for Debito. He loves the scorching weather, even though most felines believe Debito to be a maniac for being most active during the hottest days of the season. If any feline wants to find Debito, they often search anywhere where there is a patch of golden sunlight dappling the earthen ground. He can usually be found anywhere where there is sunlight in the vicinity.

Eating / / 
    Debito is a complete glutton, as far as eating comes. Though he never chooses rodents from the prey, he may enjoy an ermine or something of the sort. Surprisingly enough, he will even eat birds, despite how the feathers always get caught in his throat. Most of the time, his tribemates have to keep him from devouring all the prey. Every once and awhile, a feline will mock him for how much he eats and sleeps. Alas, this does not seem to bother him. So long as he gets to lounge around, he does not really care much.

Smiling / / 
    Debite does not exactly enjoy smiling, but he can often be seen with a cunning smirk spread across his face. Debito hardly ever frowns, and it may be so he can hide any negative emotions that he is feeling. It could also be because he is so conceited and cocky. Either way, it almost seems rare to see a frown upon this placid feline's face. A feline would have to get Debito really upset to make him grimace in an uneasy manner. Of course, a flicker of a frown would not be too much of a big deal. It almost appears impossible to get Debito upset, but when he is upset, he can be a pretty nasty feline to deal with.

l l Dislikes l l

Rodents / / 
    For some odd reason, Debito has always hated rodents, especially rats and similar creatures. Though he can hunt birds and rabbits, he would never dare touch a rodent. Whenever he is asked about this, he often states that he would never touch or contaminate himself with such a filthy creature. Debito always happens to find other ways to eat, though. There are not only rodents out in the vast, massive landscape.

Winter / / 
    The cold, brisk air of winter always makes Debito become even more passive than he already is. Debito completely loathes winter, and he despises doing anything during the coldest days of the season cycle. He finds it completely useless to be doing anything when it is so cold, and it takes more than a few shouts and shoves to get him moving during the season of winter. Debito often takes to his den when it becomes extremely cold, and it might take a few snaps at his ear or flank to get him going during the coldest, most frigid days. Of course, there could always be other methods to get Debito in motion.

l l Strengths l l

Fighter / / 
    Even though he seems passive and careless most of the time, he can actually be quite a decent guard. Though his speed is not the greatest, he makes up for the lack thereof with his physical prowess. His strength is something that is not easily reckoned with, and he usually gets in a few powerful swipes. He may not be swift or tactful, but he certainly can attack his opponents, so long as he does not miss every single hit. Though he is usually tranquil and serene, Debito can become quite aggressive when he is fighting. Even though he is aggressive when he is fighting, he never seems to be penetrated by the taint of loathing that most felines feel. Though he is not swift, nor is he intelligent, he still has decent strength within his sinewy muscles. Not all of his body mass consists of birds and rabbits.

l l Flaws l l

Clumsy / / 
    Debito has never been known as the brightest feline in Fire Tribe. He hardly ever calculates his chances of winning in just about anything, and he usually ends up endangering himself or someone else because of it. No one believes he is renowned for his tact, and he certainly is not known for his intelligence when he is planning something out. That is, if he plans anything out. If a feline travels outside of the camp with Debito, they can usually find themselves looking back, making sure nothing will attack. Debito, of course, hardly pays attention to anything harmful. This Fire Tribe feline can usually be found stumbling over inanimate objects, and he never appears to be looking where he is going. It is best to steer clear of going into dangerous terrain with this Fire Tribe member.

l l Physical l l


l l Appearance l l
    Debito's passive, nonchalant manner could easily be the catalyst of his unkempt, bedraggled fur. Patches of fur often stick up in strands, as if he just broke away from sleep. Not to mention, he has long, thick fur, which does not help him to smooth down the rough patches of fur that often stick up. Some felines would state that Debito looks like he ran through the eye of a tornado at times. Debito's fur is often tangled and knotted, and he may need a lot more than just grooming to get his fur to not stick up in strands. Debito's fur consists of darker shades of gray, which turn to black along his nape and spine. Debito's fur allows him to blend in with the stones that are often scattered around the area where he thrives, though his penetrating, yellow eyes seem to do him no justice. His yellow eyes usually stick out in the darkness, even though his figure is usually concealed within the obscurity of the night. Debito usually attempts to creep up on others, trying to frighten them when they can only see his glistening, yellow eyes in the dimness of the night.
l l Gait l l
    Debito usually seems to keep his shoulders sagging, and he clumsily prods through the landscape with his paws. This Fire Tribe feline has a leisurely stride, and his gait is not often broken by the signs of danger or disturbance.
l l Breed l l
60% - Siberian
40% - Norwegian Forest Cat
l l Notable Features l l
- Slightly larger than the average feline
- Slender scar on muzzle
- Long, thick fur
- Piercing, yellow eyes
- Often has strands of fur sticking up
- Scar on shoulder (from caiman battle)
- Scar on back (from caiman battle)
- Has a slight Norwegian accent
l l Accessories l l
- Caiman Fang l He received this during the caiman battle.

l l History l l


Chapter One / / 
At a youthful age of a few months, Crescent began to show signs of vigor and energy. Surprisingly enough, he could hardly be contained as a young kitten. He certainly was not born the way he is today. His mother, Blossom, was always trying to keep him in check. Though she was usually kind and gentle, she could still reprimand her only son. She knew that he would get himself into trouble if he kept acting like a rebellious kitten. Of course, Crescent was a difficult kitten for Blossom to handle all by herself. She always had her eyes on Crescent, making sure he did not wander off. This forced her to scavenge for prey most of the days, considering she always seemed to be busy. Crescent did not notice the trouble that he was putting his mother through, though. He did not understand what Blossom was going through, having been left by her mate when she became pregnant. 

By the time Blossom had become pregnant with Crescent, she had had many feuds with her mate. Her mate never did anything to help her with the kitting, even if he knew that she could not hunt for herself when she was pregnant. Asura, Crescent's father, never did anything to contribute to the growing family. In fact, he got even more testy when he found out that Blossom was going to have kittens any day. He loathed the prospect of having to care for a child, and he had felt as if he had been mistaken about their love. On a cold, autumn night, the two felines had lost their patience. Blossom had snapped at Asura, telling him to leave her sight. Asura had not given anything away about how he felt or where he was going, and he had just left that night, never to be seen again by Blossom.

Blossom became determined to take care of Crescent, the only kitten that had survived in her first and only litter. She vowed never to love another the way she had once loved Asura, and she spent most of her time hunting or taking care of Crescent. However, the thorn that stabbed in her heart would always remain there. She had lost someone she had loved deeply, and she had been fooled by the deceptive tom-cat. Hiding her emotions, she always appeared so happy-go-lucky when she was around Crescent. Determined not to let the kitten realize her sorrow, she raised Crescent to always see the bright side of life. 

By the time Crescent was four moons old, he had gained a trait to be quite rebellious and stubborn, though he still appeared to be an optimist to the extreme. At this time in his life, he was usually switching homes with his mother, considering they never stayed in one place for too long. As lone felines of the landscape, they were never bound by the homelands that the tribes always remained in. Over this interval of time, Crescent became quite close to his mother, and he even became protective over her. Though it was more of a childish dream for him to be strong enough to protect his mother, this did end up kindling their relationship and making them seem like true family members.

Eventually, Crescent became six moons old, and his mother was worried to see the intricate design that was placed upon his face. A circular pattern had appeared over his left eye, and there seemed to be flame patterns within the circle. It thoroughly confounded Blossom, though Crescent found it thrilling and wonderful. He thought of it as a gift from some sort of spirits, something that could help him protect his weak, exhausted mother. However, the tattoo did not give him any powers at the time, albeit he did gain a powerful ego that could never be stoaked. His mother never told him what the tattoo meant, for she had never wanted him to leave for the tribes. Her tattoo had always been pitch-black, ever since she had been six months. Would she have to let her son decide what he wanted?

Despite Crescent's attempts to protect his mother, he found himself being guarded by his mother. He felt ashamed by the fact, of course, but he knew he would have to accept it in order to survive. Still, it did nothing to change the feline's conceit at the tattoo he had been given out of nowhere. Even if his mother had the tattoo as well, he felt quite dignified to find it as a gift. 

Chapter Two / / 
Seasons passed, and Crescent became old enough to live on his own. In spite of this fact, Crescent remained with his mother, since she had grown ill and frail by the time he became a season old. This time, he was the one hunting for her and protecting her. He had finally gotten his wish to protect her, but he had never longed for it to turn out this way. His mother could hardly fend for herself, and Crescent would have to hunt and gather water for her. This could be what made Crescent hardly ever care for himself, since he did not have time to care for himself when he was watching over his sickly, ill-stricken mother.

When Blossom became ill, Crescent gathered all of the energy within him to do everything he could for her. However, nothing seemed to be working. He continued gathering water and prey for her, but there was a time when his hunting had been ceased by an odd feline with a green tattoo similar to his own, though his was gray and did not indicate an alliance with any tribe as of yet. When the feline had noticed the tattoo, he had suggested that Crescent look into joining Fire Tribe, but Crescent refused the offer. Even if he was one season cycle old, he would still remain with his weakened mother, caring for her until it was her time to join the spirits. Crescent knew that if he abandoned her now, then he would have no compassion for another feline ever again. He would not want to seem like that disgrace to the only family he had ever known and loved.

By the time Crescent came back to Blossom, he was astonished by the scene before him. Blossom had staggered up, though she had appeared to be slouching over from the illness that wracked her body. There before her had stood a jet-black feline, his fur spiky and unkempt. She had spat spiteful words at him, though she had seemed surprised to see Crescent come back at last. She did not want Crescent to get involved, but it was too late. After all, it was a family issue. She could never keep it from Crescent, the only son that she had had before she vowed to never love another cat again.

It turned out that the pure black feline standing before Blossom was none other than Crescent's unknown father, Asura. The tom-cat had invited his own son to join him and leave the sickly queen, but Crescent instantly turned down the offer. He had never felt any love for his father. He had never even seen his father until that moment. It turned out that Asura had mated with another queen and had had two kittens, and he had no use for Crescent. Without saying another word, the furious tom left the two, spitting cruel words at both Blossom and Crescent. 

Crescent carried on taking care for his mother, though Blossom insisted upon him leaving her to die in the wilderness alone. Crescent knew he would never do that; he could not find the cruelty in his heart to abandon his ill mother like that. He had lost all of his energy taking care of his mother, and the only reason he kept moving forward was so that he could keep his mother alive. He knew that eventually he would have to leave her and possibly join the Fire Tribe that the mysterious feline had mentioned.

Eventually, Blossom's death became inevitable. However, it came as a complete shock and horror. When Crescent came back from looking for water and quarry, he found his mother lying in a pool of blood, claw marks scored across her pelt. He tried desperately to keep her alive, but his efforts were in vain and would thus be considered futile. The night Blossom died, Crescent seemed to become shattered, but he would never let anyone see that weakness. He would keep his head up, if only for his mother. However, he became passive to everything and hardly cared about anything at that point.

It took Crescent another season cycle and a half to actually consider joining Fire Tribe. He never did seek out vengeance, though he did have an idea who had murdered his mother. The night before he had considered joining Fire Tribe, he had met his father and step-mother, his eyes glinting with fury. He had convicted his father of murdering his mother, but the father was cold and aloof. Asura would never let on to if he murdered Blossom or not. 

When he consequently decided to join Fire Tribe, he gained his final name, which is now Debito. He relished this new name, and he decided to keep it as a blockade to his past memories. If he could move on in life, this would be one way to do so. 

Until this day, he still has his doubts about the world, but Debito will never let anyone see that darker side of himself. It would be considered a sign of weakness or gain him pity in the eyes of society, and he would never allow that to happen.

l l Relations l l


Family / /
Mother - Blossom [ Deceased / Unknown / Black-Earth ]
Father - Asura [ Living / 5 Season Cycles / Black-Air ]
Step-Mother - Shari [ Living / 4.5 Season Cycles / Black-Fire ] 
Half-Brother - Ruairi [ Living / 2 Season Cycles / Black-Shadow ]
Half-Sister - Ashvini [ Living / 2 Season Cycles / Black-Earth ]
Mate - Fauna [ Living / 1.8 Season Cycles / Orange-Air ] 
Offspring - Ash [ Living / Kitten / Pink-Fire ] / Populus [ Living / Kitten / Pink-Air ] / Cypress [ Living / Kitten / Blue-Water ] / Acacia [ Living / Kitten / Pink-Earth ] / Larix [ Living / Kitten / Blue-Light ]
Soulbound / / 
N/A
Relationships / /
:bulletpink: Love
:bulletyellow: Crush
:bulletgreen: Close Friend
:bulletblue: Friend
:bulletblack: Acquantaince
:bulletorange: Dislike
:bulletred: Hate
:bulletwhite: Deceased or Status Unknown

:icontgb-airtribe:
:bulletblack: Alyss
:bulletgreen: / :bulletpink: Fauna
:icontgb-firetribe:
:icontgb-lighttribe:
:bulletblack: Kooken 
:icontgb-shadowtribe:
Requiem
:icontgb-watertribe:
:icontgb-earthtribe:

l l Miscellaneous l l


Stats / / (1 - Lowest / 5 - Highest)
Strength - :bulletred::bulletred::bulletred:
Endurance - :bulletred::bulletred::bulletred:
Accuracy - :bulletred::bulletred:
Tactic - :bulletred:
Agility - :bulletred:
Fire Primary - :bulletred::bulletred::bulletred::bulletred::bulletred:

Theme Songs / /
o Flat Foot Face by Stan SB
o You Are the Moon by The Hush Sound

Former Apprentices / /
Kasai, Levina? I guess
Current Apprentice / /
None
Mentor / /
Unknown
Art / /
Mine
By Others

l l Sexual Information l l


Kits / / N/A
Orientation / / Heterosexual 
Preferences / /
o Must be female for a mate
o Likes hazel and blue eyes
o Likes felines with energy and vigor, since it makes up for his lack of energy
o Likes wavy, medium fur 

l l Roleplay l l


Availability / /
Skype - ASK (I'll most likely say yes, but my Skype tends to get crowded because of it.)
Chat - OPEN (I'll probably be able to get on the chat just about every day, so you could just ask me whenever I went into the chat.)
Note - OPEN (I tend to do a lot of note roleplays, but I lose track of them moreso than my Skype roleplays. Skype roleplays move more smoothly.)
Timezone / /
US Eastern Timezone
Current Roleplays / /
N/A
Finished Roleplays / /
N/A
Roleplay Example / /
A warm breeze caressed the earthen soil's surface, casting grit and grime into the filthy, tainted air. The landscape seemed like a grotesque painting, warm hues splashed across the foreground and the blistering, scorching sky stretching beyond the horizon. However, the world out in the Wasteland was free from the cacophony that thrived within the sheer, protected gates of Eden. The dust that had been kicked up by the heated winds seemed to remain in the air, not drifting down to the sun-baked soil that seemed to be dappled with a crimson liquid. In spite of this, some of the canines called this their 'home.' Some even called it their 'salvation' and 'paradise.'
Claws clicked against the earthen ground, ringing in the perked ears of the famished, thirsty canine. Her tongue lolled out on one side, and saliva dripped from her gaping jaws. Her teeth were yellow and stained with crimson blood, and the warm scent of bloody meat still hung in the air around her muzzle. Scars were scored across her flanks, her haunches, and pretty much everywhere in sight. Some had been from her gnawing at her forelegs and haunches; other wounds had been inflicted by fights with the other infected canines.
As the female canine padded through the Wasteland, her mind began to drift back to the time when she had been born in Eden. It was all a blurred haze now; she could hardly remember anything but the cold feeling of dread creeping into her heart, slowly, painlessly, as she was torn into by infected dogs. Why had she not felt agony? Sarafina, the Creeper of the Wasteland, leaned over to lick at her wounds, noticing how the wounds hardly even stung. She could not feel pain any longer. Did that really make her a monster? Sarafina snapped her jaws closed, looking out across the sloping, barren hills of the horizon. She could pick out the gates of Eden easily, and a sense of fury and wrath gripped at her heart, making her let out an earsplitting snarl. Why had it been her? Why had she been abandoned out there, left alone to rot and decay while still being alive? She hated them all. She wanted revenge; she sought it out as she would seek out a remedy to a disease. ~ From :icontheir-dark-eden:
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The air appeared musty from the old, cracked walls, making it seemingly harder to breathe. It had been many years since the infection had spread, and now the hotel practically appeared to be the safest shelter. Many felines missed their homes, but they had no abode to go back to. The hotel usually remained their only hope of thriving a normal life, and Anonymity gave everyone salvation. Of course, it came with many responsibilities. Some felines helped out around the hotel; others seemed to take an interest in fighting and training the more youthful, inexperienced felines. The hotel did not appear as busy as usual, and silence seemed to plague the air around a single feline, who was sitting alone in the meeting hall. His breath seemed to pick up dust from the air, though he did little to stop himself from breathing in the dust particles. Of course, he was not too picky about anything anymore.

The dawn sky had been dappled with oranges and pinks as the sun rose high into the sky, sending down its warm, caressing arms. The golden shafts of sunlight peeked in through the cracked and splintered doors of the hotel, and the warm rays seemed to make life appear good. For once in his lifetime, the feline sitting in the main hall noticed that there were beautiful things to thrive for. Still, he knew that the sun was just a false hope. It lay limply in the sky, just waiting for its demise. It kept on thriving, however, just so the creatures on Earth could gain some sort of salvation and hope. What was hope? Hope was a mere word for children, a word that was hollow and barren of any emotion. Hope was not a dignified word; it only remained there to give the felines of Anonymity some comfort.

The dark-furred feline heaved himself up from his sitting position, stifling a long, drawn-out sigh. He remembered when he could enjoy the sunlight streaming in through the open curtains, the breeze flowing in through the cracked window and pressing against his fur with cool recognition. He longed to feel that breath-taking moment once more. What had happened to make him lose so much? Everyone had been so unlucky, and it had been as if the whole of nature had gone against society. Now he could taste the tang of dust in his mouth, which seemed bland in taste and caused him to cough and choke slightly. This was nothing like the former world. When he had awoken in the past, he had been able to taste and scent the fresh greenery, its sweet aroma filtering through the house. Was the sun his only guidance anymore? Falkner padded over to the door, watching the sun rise above the horizon. The island was bathed in a golden, orange hue, as if the grass had been lit on fire. Falkner stood there fore a moment, almost gaping in awe. Could there be things in life that he could actually live for? "It seems as if we have lost everything," he muttered under his breath, which caused more dust to stir and and get into his mouth and nose. ~ From :iconthe-8th-zone:


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SimplyNeon's avatar
    *crais all over his dead body*

    Debito bby </3