Shrikeface - Fogclan Warrior

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Shrikeface

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male

ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Homosexual

ᴀɢᴇ: 17 Moons

ʀᴀɴᴋ: Warrior


ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: His parents often told him that he was born smiling into the world, as happy as any kit could be. He was always curious, eager, oh so very eager. His eyes were the first open of the litter, and as soon as they did, he wanted to see the world. He knew from the start that he wanted to be a warrior, like his father, and he threw everything he had into his training. When the time came for his apprentice ceremony, he was elated, wiggling excitedly as his mother attempted to groom down his wild fur, as the leader spoke his name he nearly jumped from his fur.

His first real battle was a harrowing experience for the young apprentice, and as he returned to the camp, battle worn and weary, he felt a small tug of doubt in his mind. Maybe he wasn't meant to be a warrior after all, the guilt he'd felt as he raked his claws through the enemy cat's fur was immense, and all he wanted was to sleep and forget it. But the dreams and thoughts wouldn't go, were the other clans okay? Had any of them not made it through the night? He sighed and stood, padding from the apprentice den to see his father sitting guard at the camp entrance. As he approached the older tom, he turned and smiled, "My son. How did the battle go?" His reply was less enthusiastic as he sat close and explained his worries to his father, when he went silent he braced himself for his father's anger. When he felt a tail rest gently against him he looked up at the cat, "You have a good heart son, never lose that."


Several years later, Shrikepaw stood before the leader, looking up with a proud gaze as his warrior name was spoken, he never lost the soft sympathy for the cats of the other clans, but he knew now that his place was in the warriors den. He was Shrikeface, and this was where he belonged.

ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ: None Yet

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ(s):

ᴄʀᴜsʜ: N/A

ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: N/A

ᴋɪᴛs: N/A

ᴋɪɴ: (wip)


ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
[ Humorous | Optimistic | Selfless | Sympathetic | Absentminded | Maternal |
Insecure ]

[ Humorous ]
Shrikeface is always good for a laugh, and tends to take things in good strides
rather than get angry over such things. He believes a good laugh can solve
almost any problem.

[ Optimistic ]
This also gives him a generally positive outlook on life, there is always a
silver lining and Shrike is very good at seeing it. Just keep putting one paw
in fron of the other, that's hot motto, because it always gets better.

[ Selfless ]
His clan comes before all else, this is the duty of the warrior, and this is
his way of life. He will always makes sure that his clan is completely safe and
well before worrying about himself. In times of hunger, he makes sure he is the
last to eat, the last to sleep, the last to get herbs. Often this is at his own
expense, but his unshakable selflessnes is what makes him a loyal warrior.

[ Sympathetic ]
It is hard to say if this cat's sympathetic nature is an asset or a boon to his
clan. He is often the first to suggest an alternate to fighting, as the thought
of what the other clans will face to recover often makes his heart bleed. He
will do his duty as a warrior to fight, but often times the regret after will
eat away at him.

[ Absentminded ]
Because of this, he is often seen as incredibly absent minded, often thinking
far too much for any cat. When patrolling or hunting, it is not uncommon to see
him wandering off as his brain begind to run 90 miles an hour.

[ Maternal ]
His bleeding heart also gives him an almost maternal sense to all of the queens
and kits in the clan. When he knows that a cat is giving birth to kits, he will
often worry and fawn over her, brining extra fresh kill to the nursery and
spending extra time with the kits when they are born. He can be a bit
overprotective though, and acting a bit like a mother cat when he feels they
are threatened.

[ Insecure ]
Despite the good qualities the warrior posesses, he has a deep rooted insecurity, in himself and his abilities. He is constantly in doubt of his skills and abilities as a warrior, and tends to harshly judge himself when he slips up or fails.

ʟɪᴋᴇs: Kits, cute toms, hunting, playing in the water, ssharing tongues with his clanmates.

ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs Failing, seeing others suffer, losing kits, fighting, war.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: A handsome young tom with a patchy brown tabby pelt, and bright orange eyes.

ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Shrikeface ha always been described as handsome, with a strong face and large alert ears. His coat is a brown and cream with patchy tabby markings, and sticks out rather wildly, despite his constant grooming of it. He has large strong paws and broad shoulders.

ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: Lean and muscular, with large paws and broad shoulders.

ғᴜʀ: His fur is rather rough and wiry, and tends to always stick out every which way, despite his attempts to groom it down.

ᴇʏᴇs: Bright amber orange, and very alert.

ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ
A massive sigh escaped the mouth of the tom as he stretched out of the warrior's den, his ears pricked immediately to attention as he surveyed his clan's camp. It was a beautful day, though fog still hung thick in the air. He stepped out of the den and into the clearing and gave his fur a firm shake, leaning to attempt to lick down his wild fluff, after a few fruitless moments, he stopped and lifted his head, a scent wafting towards him. Kits?

With a bristle he realized what was going on, and his heart picked up speed in response, Rosepelt had been expecting for moons now, and he'd promised her over and over that he wasn't going to miss it. The kist weren't his, of course, but he felt the same level of excitement that any father did. Kits! Jumping to his feet he sped towards the nursery, leaving a spattering of leaves in his wake, when he came upon the nursery he stopped hort and poked his head in, seeing the bundle of writhing kits nearly brought tears to his eyes, "Awwhh..." He smiled, until he heard a fussy meow from his right.

"Would you get your nose out of the nursery! You'll disturb the kits and their mother!"

The queen lifted her head and hissed in response to the medicine cat, "Quiet! You're going to wake my kits!"

The warriors that were lazing around the camp had never seen a cat run from a medicine cat as fast as they did Shrikeface. [/ul][/ul][/ul]