Ryewhisker, warrior of willowclan

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Ryewhisker

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:male

ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: (as in, mate preference) only interested in males

ᴀɢᴇ: 23 moons

ʀᴀɴᴋ: warrior


ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: (at least one paragraph)
Ryekit was always facinated by the stars and how they covered their sky. He would often sit up and wait to see silverpelt, feeling content under the eyes of his warrior ancestors.
Once an apprentice, his facination for stars grew by the night. Most cats would have thought he'd of liked to be a medicine cat, to be closer to the stars. He pointed them wrong and explained he only wished to join the stars once he'd earned to be their.
His training soon paid off as he became a warrior at 14 moons old, his name, ryewhisker.

ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ:  none

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ(s): unknown        

ᴄʀᴜsʜ: n/a

ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: n/a

ᴋɪᴛs: n/a

ᴋɪɴ: none


ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
[ good listener | excelent scout | weak hind muscles | curious ]


[ good listener]
Due to sitting by himself a lot as a kit he'd prefer to listen to nature than run around and disturb the silence

[ excelent scout ]
again linked to his past, he uses the moonlight and reflextions to spy on others without them knowing

[ weak hind muscles ]
he has strongish fore paws but his hind legs are weak so he cant jump large distances

ʟɪᴋᴇs: the stars, stories and fresh dew in the morning

ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs constant noise, aggresive gestures, disrespect to starclan

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: (to be put on the allegiances thread; one to two sentences) A tall, slim tom-cat who has patched fur and blue eyes

ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: (a few sentences, more detail than the short description) Ryewhisker has a thin build with strong shoulders but weak hind legs. His pelt is a mixture of reds and browns; his eyes are bright blue and often reflect the stars.

ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: (your cat's bodytype) Strong, broadish shoulders, slim waist and weak hind

ғᴜʀ: (what your cat's fur feels like) his fur is extremely soft due to his breed (Somali)

ᴇʏᴇs: (what your cat's eye color is) Bright starry blue

ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ
Ryewhisker's bright orbs peered through his paws, searching the warrior den for any movement. Swiftly, he skipped to the exit and padded to a usual star gazing spot. the tom's eyes widened in excitement and relaxed at the sweet scent of morning dew. Ryewhisker's tail flicked back and forth in time with the breeze as content smothered the tom's expression. Soon the tom had drifted into a light slumber, starry terrain appearing round him. Quickly he scented a shrew, bounding after it's shadow from the moonlight. He skidded round a darkened tree base and raced closer to the shrew. as he pounced, the shrew vanished into the stars. "huh, what?" he mewed, halting to a stop. Soon a high screach of a cat awoke the tom, the starry terrain fading into the duller colours. "wake up ryewhisker, you're on noon patrol!" a voice cried in his ear, the tom shot up and licked his raised chest fur in embarrassment
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