Post by Dawn on Mar 1, 2015 4:50:18 GMT
ɴᴀᴍᴇ:Foxclaw
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:Male
ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Bisexual/Biromantic
ᴀɢᴇ:24 moons
ʀᴀɴᴋ:Deputy
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Born into clan life alongside his littermate, Dawnfeather. While his sister became medicine cat, Foxclaw chose the life of a warrior. The territory of Fogclan never felt right, and often made him uncomfortable. He longed to be past the Willowclan border and into their territory, where the atmosphere felt right. He left his clan soon after becoming a warrior, and sought refuge in Willowclan.
ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ/ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ: Redwhisker (mentor)
ᴄʀᴜsʜ: N/A
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: N/A
ᴋɪᴛs: N/A
ᴋɪɴ: Dawnfeather
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
[ Stubborn | Carefree | Loyal | Hostile ]
(i encourage you to add more but 4 is fine!)
[ Stubborn ]
Though he will listen to his leader and follow his leader’s orders, Foxclaw sticks to his own decisions otherwise. He follows his own instincts, and never strays from his final decision.
[ Carefree ]
Foxclaw tries to put on a relaxed nature, and is friendly with his own clanmates.
[ Loyal ]
Never doubted his decision to leave his birth clan. He is completely loyal to Willowclan, above even his sister.
[ Hostile ]
While social with his own clanmates, Foxclaw is hostile and untrusting of other clan cats. He dislikes his loyalty being questioned. During gatherings, Foxclaw keeps to himself mostly, but will occasionally socialize with other clan cats.
ʟɪᴋᴇs: Leaf-fall, hunting, border patrol
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs trespassers, hot weather
ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Pale ginger-and-white tom with yellow eyes
ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Thick-furred tom. The base color of his fur is white, but the pale ginger overshadows it, covering his back and legs. His chest and underbelly are white.
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: Lithe built
ғᴜʀ: Coarse along the back, and softer along the underbelly. His tail is slightly plumy.
ᴇʏᴇs: pale yellow.
ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ[/ul][/ul][/ul]
Rush whined in the back of her throat at the new information. Not being able to see the moon at all? She quickly looked down at the fur. The yellow rings on her legs glowed faintly. The soft color soothed her nerves a little. Well, the moon is still there then... But Rush glanced up at the clouds again doubtfully. I hope... The sound of the other pokemon's cheerful encouragement filled her ears, and Rush did her best to shake off her unease. At Hypnos's tentative question, she turned her attention back to him. Town history...? Rush, however, had a different question. The moon was very, very important, after all. "How long do you think it wall take us to get the clouds out of the way? If we can even get them to leave at all, that is."
idk mate re-purposing Shrew of course, under a different name, also have to think of that.
