Post by Justice on Feb 27, 2019 13:22:06 GMT -5
Name: Wildcall
Age: 70 moons
Gender: tom
Clan:LightningClan
Rank: Senior Warrior
Picture:
Description: Wildcall is a compact, sturdy built tom. He has long tabby marked fur with russet coloration in his undercoat, usually only visible during warmer seasons towards his belly and legs. His eyes are a distinctive amber hue, slanted upwards and standing out in his face. His pelt is always well kept and he moves with confidence wherever he goes. His back legs are slightly arched backward in the manner of a hare, allowing him to make sudden, ambushing attacks which are his specialty when hunting. His tail is very fluffy, despite being only a short bob behind him. His ears have a slight tuft at the tip of each one, giving him the illusion of a much wilder feline than he is, and white has begun to creep onto his muzzle as he ages.
Description Summary: A russet tabby tom with amber eyes and a bobbed tail.
Personality: Irresponsible and impulsive in his youth Wildcall has slowly come to realize that the world doesn't revolve around him and that what he does effects those around him more than he cared to realize. He's flirty and very playful, though it remains difficult to keep his interest in anything for too long. He's had plenty of flings over his long life, but never found the one she-cat he'd spend his life with, and he's perfectly okay with that. He's passionate and determined, and deeply loyal.
The death of his sister and father has shaken him finally of some of the worst traits he possessed. They are still there, lurking inside of him, but he's decided that he has to protect his mother now that she doesn't have his father to look out for her. He is also concealing a deep, unabating rage and hostility towards StoneClan for the death of his sister Malpleheart, and has turned that rage to fuel his everyday activities. While he'd prefer to sleep all day, sleeping and lazying about, taking his time, means he may never avenge his sister's death. And they would PAY.
His hyper focus and fueling rage has made him one of the best fighters in the clan, best suited to single cat combat and ambush tactics. Wildcall has turned his laziness into an endless patience, the ability to stay still in concealment then spring out to destroy whatever he's hunting.
History: Born into a two large litter to Firesky and Russetfall, Wildkit came into the world making trouble. He enjoyed making trouble and playing games on those older than him, often dragging his sister Maplekit along for the ride and landing them both into trouble with their parents.
He showed early on an ability to charm and manipulate those around him to get what he wanted, usually these were she-cats. As he grew he was closer to his mother Firesky than his father, since she was more likely to tolerate his antics than his older sire and wasn't likely to yell at him for being himself. No matter the fact that being himself was a general pain in the rump.
As an apprentice nothing his mentor Sunblaze did contained or restrained the rowdy tom, despite everything he tried. Wildpaw was one that few could deal with for long periods of time, and he tended to get petty with his revenge when something didn't go his way.
He earned his warrior name during a border patrol with his mentor, when a StoneClan warrior injured Sunblaze, Wildpaw snapped. he dropped his lazy, rowdy demeanor and attacked the StoneClan warrior to defend his mentor. He showed in this way that he cared for the other tom, as he nearly killed the warrior for attacking his mentor. Though he seemed to be all charm and pomp, if a battle was called he became as fierce a warrior as any other.
His mother would eventually continue on to become first deputy and then the leader of LightningClan, having less and less time on her paws for getting her son out of trouble. So he became more clever with his antics, more secretive. He even snuck out of camp to visit with a pretty loner she-cat he fancied, eventually siring a litter on her without realizing it. He doesn't even remember her name, as she was one of his passing fancies and once he was finished with her he forgot all about her.
And then a scrawny she-cat called Lark was brought into camp, his spitting image. The gossip started immediately, and though there was no real way to confirm as the kit's mother was dead, Wildcall is pretty sure the youngster is his own. Not that he cares, but at least he doesn't flirt with her.
The death of his sister Mapleheart was the turning point in Wildcall's life. He decided then that he had to put many of his machinations and antics on hold while StoneClan was dealt with. He believes that only the death of one of Hawkstar's children, preferably Herondive, will avenge his sister's untimely death. He's become fierce and goes on any patrol he can be assigned, battling and fighting with all the focus he's capable of.
With the recent death of his father, Russetfall, Wildcall has become somber and moody, barely smiling and hard to divert from anything non-fighting related. He stays close to his mother and remaining siblings when he isn't on patrol or hunting, and he realized that he may, sooner rather than later, be the only adult family member left for his young siblings far sooner than he would have ever wanted. Secretly, he hopes his mother lives forever.
RP Example:
Other: He is bisexual. [Purchased by Heli]
Age: 70 moons
Gender: tom
Clan:LightningClan
Rank: Senior Warrior
Picture:
Description: Wildcall is a compact, sturdy built tom. He has long tabby marked fur with russet coloration in his undercoat, usually only visible during warmer seasons towards his belly and legs. His eyes are a distinctive amber hue, slanted upwards and standing out in his face. His pelt is always well kept and he moves with confidence wherever he goes. His back legs are slightly arched backward in the manner of a hare, allowing him to make sudden, ambushing attacks which are his specialty when hunting. His tail is very fluffy, despite being only a short bob behind him. His ears have a slight tuft at the tip of each one, giving him the illusion of a much wilder feline than he is, and white has begun to creep onto his muzzle as he ages.
Description Summary: A russet tabby tom with amber eyes and a bobbed tail.
Personality: Irresponsible and impulsive in his youth Wildcall has slowly come to realize that the world doesn't revolve around him and that what he does effects those around him more than he cared to realize. He's flirty and very playful, though it remains difficult to keep his interest in anything for too long. He's had plenty of flings over his long life, but never found the one she-cat he'd spend his life with, and he's perfectly okay with that. He's passionate and determined, and deeply loyal.
The death of his sister and father has shaken him finally of some of the worst traits he possessed. They are still there, lurking inside of him, but he's decided that he has to protect his mother now that she doesn't have his father to look out for her. He is also concealing a deep, unabating rage and hostility towards StoneClan for the death of his sister Malpleheart, and has turned that rage to fuel his everyday activities. While he'd prefer to sleep all day, sleeping and lazying about, taking his time, means he may never avenge his sister's death. And they would PAY.
His hyper focus and fueling rage has made him one of the best fighters in the clan, best suited to single cat combat and ambush tactics. Wildcall has turned his laziness into an endless patience, the ability to stay still in concealment then spring out to destroy whatever he's hunting.
History: Born into a two large litter to Firesky and Russetfall, Wildkit came into the world making trouble. He enjoyed making trouble and playing games on those older than him, often dragging his sister Maplekit along for the ride and landing them both into trouble with their parents.
He showed early on an ability to charm and manipulate those around him to get what he wanted, usually these were she-cats. As he grew he was closer to his mother Firesky than his father, since she was more likely to tolerate his antics than his older sire and wasn't likely to yell at him for being himself. No matter the fact that being himself was a general pain in the rump.
As an apprentice nothing his mentor Sunblaze did contained or restrained the rowdy tom, despite everything he tried. Wildpaw was one that few could deal with for long periods of time, and he tended to get petty with his revenge when something didn't go his way.
He earned his warrior name during a border patrol with his mentor, when a StoneClan warrior injured Sunblaze, Wildpaw snapped. he dropped his lazy, rowdy demeanor and attacked the StoneClan warrior to defend his mentor. He showed in this way that he cared for the other tom, as he nearly killed the warrior for attacking his mentor. Though he seemed to be all charm and pomp, if a battle was called he became as fierce a warrior as any other.
His mother would eventually continue on to become first deputy and then the leader of LightningClan, having less and less time on her paws for getting her son out of trouble. So he became more clever with his antics, more secretive. He even snuck out of camp to visit with a pretty loner she-cat he fancied, eventually siring a litter on her without realizing it. He doesn't even remember her name, as she was one of his passing fancies and once he was finished with her he forgot all about her.
And then a scrawny she-cat called Lark was brought into camp, his spitting image. The gossip started immediately, and though there was no real way to confirm as the kit's mother was dead, Wildcall is pretty sure the youngster is his own. Not that he cares, but at least he doesn't flirt with her.
The death of his sister Mapleheart was the turning point in Wildcall's life. He decided then that he had to put many of his machinations and antics on hold while StoneClan was dealt with. He believes that only the death of one of Hawkstar's children, preferably Herondive, will avenge his sister's untimely death. He's become fierce and goes on any patrol he can be assigned, battling and fighting with all the focus he's capable of.
With the recent death of his father, Russetfall, Wildcall has become somber and moody, barely smiling and hard to divert from anything non-fighting related. He stays close to his mother and remaining siblings when he isn't on patrol or hunting, and he realized that he may, sooner rather than later, be the only adult family member left for his young siblings far sooner than he would have ever wanted. Secretly, he hopes his mother lives forever.
RP Example:
Other: He is bisexual. [Purchased by Heli]