Warrior Cats a RPG

Name -- Arzupaw / Arzufang. { Arzu is Turkish for 'Lust'.} How correctly to pronounce his name //[Arr{A very rough 'r' like how Spaniards say it with a low purr}-Zoo]     
   
Gender -- Male.   
   
Age -- 24 Moon's {2 year's of age}   
   
Rank -- Regular Warrior.   
   
Clan -- Thunderclan.   
   
Appearance -- Alluring green eyes with a creeping grin hid beneath it's layer of beauty and mischief. His claws are small and tint white with a spectacular gleam. He has jaws that are large with an elegant eggshell glint. The bodily figure of the tom is astronomical and magnificent muscularity with hints of slender toned throughout the felines features. The tabby male's fur is an array of a fire ablaze to life of an orange flame and brown tones, and beautiful tiger printed pattern of black. Arzufang's paws are of a large, bulky, muscle of meat. The toms facial features are of  beauty and fragrance and hints of muscularity. The cat's whiskers fit evenly on the sides of his high cheek bones enlightening the flare of symmetrical features.     
   
Personality -- Angelic at most with gentle words of sweet nothingness, yet dangerous of other hidden amazement. Most call the tabby a work of art, but also is a devil at heart. Arzufang loves to be a player a BIG one at that and usually the toms looks give him the needs or desires most of times. The feline despises gooey mush like so-say a warm cat actually falls in love and plays tag with a she-cat. Pitiful in the biggest opinion. The prideful tom believes no she-cat will ever catch his full attention or heart. She-cats are a toy of endearment and when he gets the chance it shatters them with a handsome grin of a pure sadist. He honestly does not give a hoot on what happens to himself since the clan usually does not get chipped on its complexion or strength. But he does owe the clan a heart fill and would protect it at full cost no matter what. No one wins the war if the male is around on the opposing team. He is strong, and will fight tooth and nail for the faithful cats of the clan, but not for the land inside it. But in truth the tabby is happy while he has a place to live in comfort of no emotion. With being a sadist at heart, and with a lone past of a cat with half the pride in his life.     
   
Likes -- Hunting, sleeping , fighting, flirting.   
   
Dislikes -- Running, hiding, love.   
   
Strengths -- Fighting, protecting.   
   
Weaknesses -- Pride, running, love.   
   
History -- Arzufang was a gentle kitten with a loving heart but only at first. The young kitten's parents were a hateful relationship of caterwauls and despise. His mother ignored the kit, and his father was never pleased with him. His mother was an angry she-cat with a tongue of venom and distaste with a coat of mid night black. And for the father who was a tom with ambition and greed for high expectations and a coat of blazed red fire. His father and mother never really loved each other, the young tabby was a mistake and was supposed to never have been born. The poor kitten knew was the one to destroy his mother and fathers reputation the kit sadly knew it all. Everything was left alone in the bitter cold even when he was born his mother never came to feed the young tom, only a generous queen helped nurse the sad need of affection and food. By every bypassing day the hate grew louder and louder in the male's blackened heart till one day it faded his feelings in a bit of darkness. The first day as an apprentice was awful he had caught one pitiful squirrel, but the cat's charms are what kept the clan off the young apprentice's back and his enormous strength. The tom no longer even looks at his parents and they no longer acknowledge their kin-ship so no one really thinks they are even related. The sorry soul of a kit in need of love, but emotions faded to black before they could ever be saved, poor love. So the tom mask's his pain so no one can ever break his wall of fake smiles, kind laughs, and poker faces. This cat is a faded soul that is trying to fool the world of his hidden pain.   
   
Other?: Alright let's see if I fixed up the bit of error's. Or at least made it a little bit better.

Name -- Arzupaw / Arzufang. { Arzu is Turkish for 'Lust'.} How correctly to pronounce his name //[Arr{A very rough 'r' like how Spaniards say it with a low purr}-Zoo] 

Gender -- Male.

Age -- 24 Moon's {2 year's of age}

Rank -- Regular Warrior.

Clan -- Thunderclan.

Appearance -- Alluring green eyes with a creeping grin hid beneath it's layer of beauty and mischief. His claws are small and tint white with a spectacular gleam. His jaws are fairly large with an elegant eggshell glint. His body figure is astronomical and magnificent muscularity with hints of slender toned throughout his body. His fur is an array of a fire ablaze to life of an orange flame and brown tones, and beautiful tiger printed pattern of black. His paws are of a large, bulky, muscle of meat. His facial features are of  beauty and fragrance and hints of muscularity. His whiskers fit evenly on the sides of his high cheek bones. 

Personality -- Angelic at most with gentle words of sweet nothingness, yet dangerous of other hidden amazement. He is a work of art most say, but is a devil at heart. He loves to be a player a BIG one at that and usually his looks get him what he wants at most times. He despises gooey mush like so-say a warm cat actually falls in love and plays tag with a she-cat. Pitiful in his biggest opinion. He believes no she-cat will ever catch his full attention or heart, or his interest. She-cats are his toy of endearment and when he gets the chance he shatters them with a handsome grin of a pure sadist. He honestly does not give a hoot on what happens to himself as long as his clan does not get chipped on its complexion or strength. But he does owe his clan a heart fill and would protect it at full cost no matter what. No one wins the war if he is around on the opposing team. He is strong, and will fight tooth and nail for his faithful cats, but not for the land inside it. But in truth he is happy as long as he has a place to live in comfort of no emotion. He is a sadist lone past of a leader with half pride in his life.   

Likes -- Hunting, sleeping , fighting, flirting.

Dislikes -- Running, hiding, love.

Strengths -- Fighting, protecting.

Weaknesses -- Pride, running, love.

History -- He was a gentle kitten with a loving heart but only at first. His parents were a hateful relationship of caterwauls and despise. His mother ignored him, and his father was never pleased with him. His mother was an angry she-cat with a tongue of venom and distaste with a coat of mid night black. His father was a tom with ambition and greed for high expectations and a coat of blazed red fire. His father and mother never really loved one another, he was a mistake and was supposed to never have been born. The poor kitten knew he was the one to destroy his mother and fathers reputation he sadly knew it all. He was left alone in the bitter cold even when he was born his mother never came to feed him, only a nice queen helped nurse his sad need. By every bypassing day his hate grew louder and louder in his blackened heart till one day he faded his feelings in a bit of darkness. His first day of an apprentice was awful he had caught one pitiful squirrel, but his charms are what kept the clan off his back and his enormous strength. He no longer even looks at his parents and they no longer acknowledge him so no one really thinks they are kin. The sorry soul of a kit in need of love, but his emotions faded to black before he could ever be saved, poor love. So he mask's his pain no one can ever break his wall of fake smiles, kind laughs, and poker faces. He is a faded soul that he tried fooling the world with pain.

Other?: Nope