Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2015 16:12:16 GMT -5
Name: Fleetwing
Age: 18 moons
Gender: tom
Clan:RainClan
Rank: Rogue
Picture:
ADULT
Description:
Fleetwing is overall very average sized. As a kit and apprentice, he will be lanky and gangly, and perhaps appear a bit too skinny, but as he nears adulthood he will fill out nicely and buff up quite a bit. He will never reach the massive proportions of his father, but he will be a sleek, well muscled tom with a bias toward speed rather than strength.
His coat color is a throwback to his mother’s father more than either of his parents, though he has the short coat of his mother, the green eyes of his father, and the tabby markings of both. His main coat color is a dark chocolate brown with darker brown tabby stripes and a pale cream color on his undersides, paws, and face.
Description Summary:
A dark brown and cream tabby tom with green eyes.
Personality:
Fleetwing is ever curious. His mind is always going, thinking, questioning, and trying to put the pieces together. He LOVES coming up with elaborate pranks and watching them unfold. Who would blame him for such well thought out and perfectly established pranks? He is only a kit, after all! It amuses him to no end simply to get a reaction out of other cats through the sheer force of his wits and ingenuity. He can lie with the best of them and is beginning to grow into a fine manipulator. He has a way with words, even at this young age, and is discovering more every day about how to play at other cats’ emotions and use them to his advantage. He is not malicious in his manipulation, he simply does it because he can, to show off and keep his wits sharp.
Fleetwing is a horrible kleptomaniac. Like most RainClan cats, he is attracted to beauty, to feathers and shiny stones and interesting shells, and he’ll take these from wherever he can and hide them in his own personal hoard. However, his need to TAKE, and to hoard, goes beyond the normal RainClan love of beauty. He will take pawfulls of moss from another’s nest, simply because he can. He adds bits of fur, from prey and fellow cats alike, to his hoard. He gets so much more satisfaction from the freshkill he eats if he can distract another cat and take it right from under their nose. He’ll steal prey off the freshkill pile simply because he can and then commence playing with it, shoving it in with his secret hoard at the first chance of being caught. Respecting prey is in the warrior code you say? Says who?
Ultimately, Fleetwing promises to grow into a highly intelligent, hard to handle tom with glorious public speaking skills and the ability to sway just about anyone to his way of thinking. Battle strategy will seem like a game to him, a masterful puzzle to put together, and he will relish the challenge. He will find hunting, and fishing even more so, tedious and boring and will likely avoid it at all costs. He will be a highly hedonistic individual, doing what he will because he enjoys it, whatever the consequences might be in the end.
History:
Fleetwing was born to a young and graceful silver tabby queen by the name of Skysong. The young queen’s first litter had three kits, Fleetkit, his sister Swankit, and his brother. Their father, a large tom well known for his battle prowess, is a RainClan warrior by the name of Thunderfall. While Skysong admires and loves Thunderfall, she has come to understand his nature is not one that will allow him to settle down with her as she wishes and she has resigned herself to that fact, content with the fact that is mother to his beautiful kits who she knows will grow up to be great warriors like their father. Thunderfall, for his part, mostly leaves the raising of his kits up to their mother, though he watched them closely and played with them on occasion, when his warrior duties did not interfere.
Fleetwing was apprenticed to Razorstar, then Razorfang, RainClan's deputy. To say the two did not get along would be an understatement. After a strained apprenticeship under the dark, sharp-fanged tom, Fleetwing became a warrior, and shortly after Razorfang became Razorstar. Fleetwing decided he wasn't about to stay in a Clan he really didn't care about under the leadership of a cat he hated, so he left and became a rogue and has been living in the mountains since. During his apprenticehood he met Windpaw, now Windsong, a StoneClan she-cat. The two interacted on the border a few times and he began to grow feelings for her. As a rogue, he still visits her.
Age: 18 moons
Gender: tom
Clan:
Rank: Rogue
Picture:
ADULT
Description:
Fleetwing is overall very average sized. As a kit and apprentice, he will be lanky and gangly, and perhaps appear a bit too skinny, but as he nears adulthood he will fill out nicely and buff up quite a bit. He will never reach the massive proportions of his father, but he will be a sleek, well muscled tom with a bias toward speed rather than strength.
His coat color is a throwback to his mother’s father more than either of his parents, though he has the short coat of his mother, the green eyes of his father, and the tabby markings of both. His main coat color is a dark chocolate brown with darker brown tabby stripes and a pale cream color on his undersides, paws, and face.
Description Summary:
A dark brown and cream tabby tom with green eyes.
Personality:
Fleetwing is ever curious. His mind is always going, thinking, questioning, and trying to put the pieces together. He LOVES coming up with elaborate pranks and watching them unfold. Who would blame him for such well thought out and perfectly established pranks? He is only a kit, after all! It amuses him to no end simply to get a reaction out of other cats through the sheer force of his wits and ingenuity. He can lie with the best of them and is beginning to grow into a fine manipulator. He has a way with words, even at this young age, and is discovering more every day about how to play at other cats’ emotions and use them to his advantage. He is not malicious in his manipulation, he simply does it because he can, to show off and keep his wits sharp.
Fleetwing is a horrible kleptomaniac. Like most RainClan cats, he is attracted to beauty, to feathers and shiny stones and interesting shells, and he’ll take these from wherever he can and hide them in his own personal hoard. However, his need to TAKE, and to hoard, goes beyond the normal RainClan love of beauty. He will take pawfulls of moss from another’s nest, simply because he can. He adds bits of fur, from prey and fellow cats alike, to his hoard. He gets so much more satisfaction from the freshkill he eats if he can distract another cat and take it right from under their nose. He’ll steal prey off the freshkill pile simply because he can and then commence playing with it, shoving it in with his secret hoard at the first chance of being caught. Respecting prey is in the warrior code you say? Says who?
Ultimately, Fleetwing promises to grow into a highly intelligent, hard to handle tom with glorious public speaking skills and the ability to sway just about anyone to his way of thinking. Battle strategy will seem like a game to him, a masterful puzzle to put together, and he will relish the challenge. He will find hunting, and fishing even more so, tedious and boring and will likely avoid it at all costs. He will be a highly hedonistic individual, doing what he will because he enjoys it, whatever the consequences might be in the end.
History:
Fleetwing was born to a young and graceful silver tabby queen by the name of Skysong. The young queen’s first litter had three kits, Fleetkit, his sister Swankit, and his brother. Their father, a large tom well known for his battle prowess, is a RainClan warrior by the name of Thunderfall. While Skysong admires and loves Thunderfall, she has come to understand his nature is not one that will allow him to settle down with her as she wishes and she has resigned herself to that fact, content with the fact that is mother to his beautiful kits who she knows will grow up to be great warriors like their father. Thunderfall, for his part, mostly leaves the raising of his kits up to their mother, though he watched them closely and played with them on occasion, when his warrior duties did not interfere.
Fleetwing was apprenticed to Razorstar, then Razorfang, RainClan's deputy. To say the two did not get along would be an understatement. After a strained apprenticeship under the dark, sharp-fanged tom, Fleetwing became a warrior, and shortly after Razorfang became Razorstar. Fleetwing decided he wasn't about to stay in a Clan he really didn't care about under the leadership of a cat he hated, so he left and became a rogue and has been living in the mountains since. During his apprenticehood he met Windpaw, now Windsong, a StoneClan she-cat. The two interacted on the border a few times and he began to grow feelings for her. As a rogue, he still visits her.