Jaycall, Warrior of Breezeclan

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ:
Jaycall

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:
nonbinary demiboy (he/him)

ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
biromantic bisexual (interested in male and masculine nonbinary cats)

ᴀɢᴇ:
23 moons

ʀᴀɴᴋ:
warrior


ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Jaycall has led a comparatively abnormal life. Born in late leafbare, he was one of two kits in litter to survive the cold. His mother's mate did not make himself known, so she had to raise her kits on her own. Though she had the sympathy and support of some fellow and former queens, being a single mother took a toll on her. Coupled with her age, a bout of greencough that struck shortly after her kits became apprentices weakened her enough to send her to the elders' den. A couple of moons after Jaycall and his sister became warriors, she died, leaving Jaycall essentially an orphan. Jaycall's strong personality kept him going after this, though it sent his sister, who was much closer to their mother, into territory outside of the clans never to return. This double blow of losing his sister and mother in a short period of time turned Jaycall into a bit of a recluse for a short amount of time, but his passion and loyalty for his clan kept him outgoing and active. 

ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ: n/a

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ(s): n/a

ᴄʀᴜsʜ: Owlfeather

ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: open

ᴋɪᴛs: none, but he has a soft spot for them

ᴋɪɴ: none in the clan


ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
[ loud | hardy | affectionate | loyal | adventurous ]

[ loud ]
Jaycall's name comes from this trait. Its rumored he was born yowling, something that gained him the prefix of "Jay", since he was as raucous as the birds. Being loud does not mean that Jaycall is talkative, however, but whatever he says he says loud, intentionally or not. Whispering is clearly not his forte.

[ hardy ]
Though gangly in body, Jaycall is hardy emotionally. He's not the best at handling his emotions, but since stuff rarely gets him down, he's usually fine.

[ affectionate ]
Jaycall is certainly a cat who loves to be around his clanmates, and he isn't afraid to express his fond feelings toward them. This may come from his awareness of how easy it is to lose a loved one. He draws his strength from being around his clanmates.

[ loyal ]
Jaycall's passion for his clan is something like the nationalism that plays a part in causing world wars. He is unquestionably loyal to his clan and his clanmates and would do anything to protect them. Sometimes this loyalty manifests in a concerning level of hatred or disdain for other clans.

[adventurous]
Jaycall loves few things more than exploring Breezeclan territory, particularly with his clanmates. This sense of adventure sometimes causes Jaycall to do rather idiotic and dangerous things, but he's yet to die from anything, so he doesn't care too much.

ʟɪᴋᴇs:
Sunny weather, warm days, running, hunting, exploring, being around his clanmates, being shown affection 

ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs
Leaf-bare, snow, ice, sleeping, vole, being alone, abandonment

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Shorthair gray tabby with yellow eyes and a long tail.

ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Jaycall's pelt is short, gray and heavily striped, lighter around his muzzle and eyes. His paw pads are black and fairly worn from running around. His nose is pink and ringed in black. Little scars dapple his forelegs and his left ear is ripped a little near the end. One of his canines is chipped from the time he bit into a vole wrong (he hasn't eaten one since, it was a terrible experience).

ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: Jaycall is lanky and rather gangly, as though he hasn't yet grown into his body. He is finely muscled, and rather large for a cat with a thin build.

ғᴜʀ: Coarse and wiry, except for on his face, legs and tail where it is soft as a rabbit's pelt.

ᴇʏᴇs: Yellow with a hint of green.

ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ

    Stomach rumbling, Jaycall walked into camp after a rather uneventful border patrol. Jaycall's hunger came from the fact he had woken up late and hadn't had the time to eat some sort of breakfast before heading out on the patrol. The fresh kill pile had just been freshly restocked by the morning hunting patrol, and his mouth watered at the scent of it. He picked out a plump vole that had caught his eye and walked over to a patch of sunlight to eat it. Consumed with hunger, he immediately began to bite into the prey. The purr of satisfaction that was rising up in his throat quickly turned into a yowl of pain as something in his mouth crunched loudly enough that some cats looked up from their breakfast with concern.
    "Mousedung!" he hissed, spitting out the morsel of vole in his mouth. Much to his horror, among the hunk of meat was a piece of his tooth. Eyes wide, he felt at his teeth with his tongue, finding the tip of one of his left canine tooth broken off. The break was bloodless and hurt his pride more than it did his mouth, but he nearly fainted at thought of part of his tooth being in front of him. Leaving the partly-eaten vole in the clearing, Jaycall ran to the medicine cat's den to see what could be done, only to find out that there was nothing that could grow back a tooth.
    That was the last time he so much as looked at a vole with anything but disgust.[/ul][/ul][/ul]