Post by Aqua on Jun 2, 2019 21:27:25 GMT -5
Name: Howl of Lone Wolf
Age: 9 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Tribe of Forgotten Waters
Rank: To-Be
Picture:
App Pic #2
Adult Pic #1 | Adult Pic #2 | Adult Pic #3
Pictures by: Pieter & Renée Lanser
Description:
Like the ashes left behind by fire, Howl is solid gray in color. His medium-length fur is a fluffy mess that he is constantly trying to groom and make look decent. So it's not uncommon to catch him taking some "me time" to fix it. Much like his fur, his nose is also gray in color but is a shade darker. His almond-shaped eyes are a pale green that blends quite well with his overall look.
His handsome features are complimented by the muscles underneath his fluff of fur. While he does appear to be an average sized tom from first looks, he has a large amount of muscle tone well hidden. This comes in handy when dealing with any situation that might involve his overall strength. It does take away from his agility though so he's usually at the back when running anywhere in their home. He's more built to take on larger prey or enemies versus chasing down small prey like mice.
Description Summary:
A fluffy gray tom with green eyes.
Personality:
Howl is a big ole flirt. He loves the she-cats and is known to throw compliments around like candy. Something about putting a smile on a she-cat's face makes the tom feel good inside. While he doesn't mind cheering up others, he prefers the company of the females. He also takes great joy in chasing the she-cats that play hard to get. They provide him a challenge and keep him on his toes. The more a she-cat pushes him away, the greater his interest becomes in her. So he can come across as quite annoying to some.
Despite all of his flirting, Howl has a fear of commitment. He will be interested in certain she-cats for a time but when talk of staying together and being a family begins, he runs. Like a coward, he flees the relationship before it can ever truly begin. Something in his head makes him feel that settling down is more like being put into a prison. And he prefers being free to do what he wants, when he wants.
Another downfall to the tom is that he is a story teller. What is meant by this is that he loves to whip up total nonsense stories just to get reactions. He finds his life to be pretty dull so what better way to spice it up than to make up something far fetched and interesting? That and the tom is very reticent when it comes to his family life or himself. He has this idea that if someone does not have the same bloodlines, they do not deserve to know the "real story."
History:
Mist That Rises At Dawn - Mother - 36 moons - Silver Tabby She-cat - Prey-hunter
Storm That Moves Silently - Father - 37 moons - Gray Tom - Cave-guard
Wind of Coming Storm - Brother - 9 moons - Gray Tabby Tom - To-be
Ash That Darkens Sky - Brother - 9 moons - Gray Tom - To-be
Flight Of Small Bird - Sister - 9 moons - Silver Tabby She-cat - To-be
Night of Stormy Gales - Half-Brother - 17 moons - Silver Tabby Tom [Mom's side] - Cave-guard
Star Of Night Sky - Half-sister - 14 moons - White She-cat [Father's side] - Cave-guard
Howl of Lone Wolf was born between the pairing of Mist That Rises At Dawn and Storm That Moves Silently. He, along with two brothers and a sister, were a welcome sight to the tribe with their small numbers. His parents had attempted to have larger litters with other cats in the tribe, before them, but did not have much luck until the two ended up with a thing for one another. The two spent many days together, talking and chatting about all sorts of things. It wasn't long before the two decided to be together. Only a couple moons afterwards, Mist revealed that she was expecting another litter. Then along came Wind, Ash, Howl, and Bird. The big litter that both of their parents had been hoping for. Mist went out of her way to make sure her litter was healthy and well cared for. She'd send Storm out on hunts with her fellow prey-hunters just to make sure her and their babies were fed. Unlike her small litters before, Mist became OVERLY protective of her young ones. She knew that the tribe couldn't afford to lose anyone so she made sure these kits would make it to their ceremonies. She would tend to their every need while keeping a very close watch on who came in and out of the den. She didn't want anything or anyone to potentially mess with her babies.
During this time, the four kits developed very different personalities. Wind was the proud and honorable one who was determined to be a great cave-guard like his father one day. Ash was the careless one who wanted nothing more than to relax all day. Howl became the flirty, mysterious one. While Bird became the excitable, naive, and clumsy one. Despite their differences, however, the four of them never really fought with one another. Not that their mother would have allowed that anyway. So when the four of them were brought forward for their ceremonies, they each stood proud. All of them rooting each other on. Their mother was proud of them as well but she fell into a bit of a depression afterwards, knowing they would no longer be under her constant protection. Storm had to take time to cheer her up while they watched their little ones becoming productive members of the clan.
Now begins a new chapter in Howl's life. It was time to figure out where he would stand in the tribe's future.
Other:
His relatives will likely become adoptables.
Age: 9 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Tribe of Forgotten Waters
Rank: To-Be
Picture:
App Pic #2
Adult Pic #1 | Adult Pic #2 | Adult Pic #3
Pictures by: Pieter & Renée Lanser
Description:
Like the ashes left behind by fire, Howl is solid gray in color. His medium-length fur is a fluffy mess that he is constantly trying to groom and make look decent. So it's not uncommon to catch him taking some "me time" to fix it. Much like his fur, his nose is also gray in color but is a shade darker. His almond-shaped eyes are a pale green that blends quite well with his overall look.
His handsome features are complimented by the muscles underneath his fluff of fur. While he does appear to be an average sized tom from first looks, he has a large amount of muscle tone well hidden. This comes in handy when dealing with any situation that might involve his overall strength. It does take away from his agility though so he's usually at the back when running anywhere in their home. He's more built to take on larger prey or enemies versus chasing down small prey like mice.
Description Summary:
A fluffy gray tom with green eyes.
Personality:
Howl is a big ole flirt. He loves the she-cats and is known to throw compliments around like candy. Something about putting a smile on a she-cat's face makes the tom feel good inside. While he doesn't mind cheering up others, he prefers the company of the females. He also takes great joy in chasing the she-cats that play hard to get. They provide him a challenge and keep him on his toes. The more a she-cat pushes him away, the greater his interest becomes in her. So he can come across as quite annoying to some.
Despite all of his flirting, Howl has a fear of commitment. He will be interested in certain she-cats for a time but when talk of staying together and being a family begins, he runs. Like a coward, he flees the relationship before it can ever truly begin. Something in his head makes him feel that settling down is more like being put into a prison. And he prefers being free to do what he wants, when he wants.
Another downfall to the tom is that he is a story teller. What is meant by this is that he loves to whip up total nonsense stories just to get reactions. He finds his life to be pretty dull so what better way to spice it up than to make up something far fetched and interesting? That and the tom is very reticent when it comes to his family life or himself. He has this idea that if someone does not have the same bloodlines, they do not deserve to know the "real story."
History:
Mist That Rises At Dawn - Mother - 36 moons - Silver Tabby She-cat - Prey-hunter
Storm That Moves Silently - Father - 37 moons - Gray Tom - Cave-guard
Wind of Coming Storm - Brother - 9 moons - Gray Tabby Tom - To-be
Ash That Darkens Sky - Brother - 9 moons - Gray Tom - To-be
Flight Of Small Bird - Sister - 9 moons - Silver Tabby She-cat - To-be
Night of Stormy Gales - Half-Brother - 17 moons - Silver Tabby Tom [Mom's side] - Cave-guard
Star Of Night Sky - Half-sister - 14 moons - White She-cat [Father's side] - Cave-guard
Howl of Lone Wolf was born between the pairing of Mist That Rises At Dawn and Storm That Moves Silently. He, along with two brothers and a sister, were a welcome sight to the tribe with their small numbers. His parents had attempted to have larger litters with other cats in the tribe, before them, but did not have much luck until the two ended up with a thing for one another. The two spent many days together, talking and chatting about all sorts of things. It wasn't long before the two decided to be together. Only a couple moons afterwards, Mist revealed that she was expecting another litter. Then along came Wind, Ash, Howl, and Bird. The big litter that both of their parents had been hoping for. Mist went out of her way to make sure her litter was healthy and well cared for. She'd send Storm out on hunts with her fellow prey-hunters just to make sure her and their babies were fed. Unlike her small litters before, Mist became OVERLY protective of her young ones. She knew that the tribe couldn't afford to lose anyone so she made sure these kits would make it to their ceremonies. She would tend to their every need while keeping a very close watch on who came in and out of the den. She didn't want anything or anyone to potentially mess with her babies.
During this time, the four kits developed very different personalities. Wind was the proud and honorable one who was determined to be a great cave-guard like his father one day. Ash was the careless one who wanted nothing more than to relax all day. Howl became the flirty, mysterious one. While Bird became the excitable, naive, and clumsy one. Despite their differences, however, the four of them never really fought with one another. Not that their mother would have allowed that anyway. So when the four of them were brought forward for their ceremonies, they each stood proud. All of them rooting each other on. Their mother was proud of them as well but she fell into a bit of a depression afterwards, knowing they would no longer be under her constant protection. Storm had to take time to cheer her up while they watched their little ones becoming productive members of the clan.
Now begins a new chapter in Howl's life. It was time to figure out where he would stand in the tribe's future.
Other:
His relatives will likely become adoptables.
