Post by Sandcharm on Mar 11, 2010 17:11:07 GMT -5
Name: Wildfire
Clan: ValleyClan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 48 moons
Appearance:
Blessed with a well-balanced physique, his appearance matches his warrior name as well as his personality. This long-haired, tabby tom has a thick, ginger coating with tints of white under his neck and belly. Darker shades of stripes coil around his body and end at the base of his underbelly. His eyes are a brilliant amber that give him a friendly first impression when encountered by other cats.
His body structure is slim and lean, giving him the ability to slip out of tight spaces which comes quite handy. He is actually very tall which is bizarre since both his parents are rather small but he enjoys peering down over his sisters, makes him feel powerful this way. His white paws are small and agile, making him quick on his feet when fleeing from his enemies. His tail is bushy, with a white tinted tip that he favors the most about his appearance. His fur is almost always perfectly well-groomed but when he forgets, his long fur puffs out like a porcupines spikes.
Personality:
Wildfire is all compassion and no bite, seeing as he has a specific dislike in those with rude, audacious attitudes. This tom is nothing but a sweetheart who is respectful to those younger or older than him which makes him highly admired by the elders of the clan. As to be expected of him, he has a high tolerance for kits and occasionally visits them in the nursery in his spare time. His sisters enjoy teasing him about how motherly he acts, which puts him in a state of insecurity which he tries to conceal. His father, Brackenclaw, also informs him that he'd make a great father, but he tries to evade the topic of mating. He dislikes injustice, but prefers not to be the one fighting for justice.
He becomes dastardly in the face of conflict and usually stands by the kits in the nursery while battles commence outside the clan camp. Aside from his cowardly nature in battle, he does become rather protective of those he's defending and will leap into battle if they're threatened. Wildfire doesn't understand the meaning of sarcasm and takes everything literally, something his sisters try to teach him but manages to fail in the end. Yet, his friendly composure makes it very easy to approach him, making him quite the sociable kind of cat.
History:
Wildfire has a clean slate in his history. He was raised by both his parents and has two loving sisters that treat him with respect as their older brother. Nothing particular has happened over the course of him starting off as a kit, to where he is now. Although, as a kit, he accidentally wandered off into the midst of an outbreaking battle just a mile away from clan camp where he was chasing a little shrew that he caught glimpse of near the nursery bush.
He was frightened by what he saw that day, cats of two different clans biting at one another, hissing in rage at the disagreement they made. He attempted to run away, but every moment he tried to make his escape, two cats locked on one another blocked his exit. Cowering in fear, yowling for rescue, it wasn't long after that his father swept him off the ground by his scruff and galloped to the safety of the clan camp. Since then, he could never face the thrill of battle, too afraid of the outcome to even try. He doesn't mind though, he'd rather go hunting for fresh kill than face another clan cat in paw-to-paw combat.
Additional Comments:
Clan: ValleyClan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 48 moons
Appearance:
Blessed with a well-balanced physique, his appearance matches his warrior name as well as his personality. This long-haired, tabby tom has a thick, ginger coating with tints of white under his neck and belly. Darker shades of stripes coil around his body and end at the base of his underbelly. His eyes are a brilliant amber that give him a friendly first impression when encountered by other cats.
His body structure is slim and lean, giving him the ability to slip out of tight spaces which comes quite handy. He is actually very tall which is bizarre since both his parents are rather small but he enjoys peering down over his sisters, makes him feel powerful this way. His white paws are small and agile, making him quick on his feet when fleeing from his enemies. His tail is bushy, with a white tinted tip that he favors the most about his appearance. His fur is almost always perfectly well-groomed but when he forgets, his long fur puffs out like a porcupines spikes.
Personality:
Wildfire is all compassion and no bite, seeing as he has a specific dislike in those with rude, audacious attitudes. This tom is nothing but a sweetheart who is respectful to those younger or older than him which makes him highly admired by the elders of the clan. As to be expected of him, he has a high tolerance for kits and occasionally visits them in the nursery in his spare time. His sisters enjoy teasing him about how motherly he acts, which puts him in a state of insecurity which he tries to conceal. His father, Brackenclaw, also informs him that he'd make a great father, but he tries to evade the topic of mating. He dislikes injustice, but prefers not to be the one fighting for justice.
He becomes dastardly in the face of conflict and usually stands by the kits in the nursery while battles commence outside the clan camp. Aside from his cowardly nature in battle, he does become rather protective of those he's defending and will leap into battle if they're threatened. Wildfire doesn't understand the meaning of sarcasm and takes everything literally, something his sisters try to teach him but manages to fail in the end. Yet, his friendly composure makes it very easy to approach him, making him quite the sociable kind of cat.
History:
Wildfire has a clean slate in his history. He was raised by both his parents and has two loving sisters that treat him with respect as their older brother. Nothing particular has happened over the course of him starting off as a kit, to where he is now. Although, as a kit, he accidentally wandered off into the midst of an outbreaking battle just a mile away from clan camp where he was chasing a little shrew that he caught glimpse of near the nursery bush.
He was frightened by what he saw that day, cats of two different clans biting at one another, hissing in rage at the disagreement they made. He attempted to run away, but every moment he tried to make his escape, two cats locked on one another blocked his exit. Cowering in fear, yowling for rescue, it wasn't long after that his father swept him off the ground by his scruff and galloped to the safety of the clan camp. Since then, he could never face the thrill of battle, too afraid of the outcome to even try. He doesn't mind though, he'd rather go hunting for fresh kill than face another clan cat in paw-to-paw combat.
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