Post by wolffeather on Apr 10, 2019 22:47:15 GMT
*Wolffeather| 20 Moons | Riverclan | Dark | Male
General Info
Previous Clan(s): N/A
*Element: Dark
Sexuality: If it consents he's down (Pansexual/Panromantic)
Physical Appearance
*Brief Description: Fluffy black tom with dusky eyes
In-depth Description: More in-depth, describing things like build, pointed or rounded ears, tufted ears, ect.
Personality
*Trait lists: Traits must be distributed evenly and must not clash (A confident cat would not be cowardly!)
*+ All positive traits in a list here.
*- All negative traits in a list here.
*: All neutral traits in a list here.
Personality description: Describe all of your character's personality traits here. Why do they act this way? In what situations do these traits show up?
Every
Single
Mohombi
Song
Likes:
Dislikes:
Combat
Unlocked Skills: (Max of 1 as a kit, 2 for apprentices. Warriors start with 3. Leaders and Deputies must have a Mastery Skill)
- Nocturnal
- From Shadows
- Copycat
History
*History: Once upon a time, a tom and a she-cat were expecting kits.
They were both ever so excited, and could scarcely wait to welcome their new little ones into the world. But while the father was as proud as he could be, the mother had worries buried deep in her heart, and feared for the future of her kits.
For the father was a man of fire, and she, a woman of water, and so she was troubled by an intuitive feeling that lingered deep in her belly, that what couples with elements such as they always feared would come true.
But she smiled through the fear, assuring her mate and clanmates that she was as excited as she could be.
When the little ball of black fur was born, she knew, in her heart, that she had been right.
But she loved the single kit anyway, and cleaned him of his afterbirth, her mate helping the newborn tom to her belly to nurse.
“Odd that he’s the only one, don’t you think?”
She nuzzled their newborn son with a tired affection.
“Yes, but he’s a very beautiful one all the same.”
Her mate puffed out his chest with pride of their kit, small and weak though he was.
“I bet he’ll be just as strong as me, with all of your loveliness and grace.”
Her whiskers twitched.
“I sure hope so.”
At that, her mate laid down beside her, curling up around his family that had just gotten a little bit bigger. The mother drifted off into an exhausted rest, the birth having been her first, and tiring her greatly. When she woke, her mate was still resting next to her, and the two sat in a contemplative silence until he spoke.
“What should we call him?”
She bit her tongue to keep from blurting forth the name she had held onto for so long, instead giving the appearance of thinking about it, before quietly voicing her thoughts.
“What about Wolfkit? A strong, yet graceful name, and if he really will have your strength and my grace, I think it’s perfect.”
Her mate’s eyes lit up.
“Wolfkit.”
He leaned in to nuzzle her, before giving the same treatment to their small son, who gave a quiet mew of protest at having been startled from his nap by the offending muzzle. The father chuckled lovingly.
“A noble name indeed.”
He stood after several more minutes of quiet rest, stretching before slinking from the nursery.
“I will go and find you something to eat. You need all the strength you can get to look after him!”
She mewed a soft goodbye as he left, before looking back down to her son as she was left to her own contemplation.
Silence reigned, before she leaned down to press her nose to her son’s head gently, eyes closing in grief at what she knew to be true.
Her voice was so quiet it was all but inaudible, but that was alright, the words were only meant for one alone.
“Oh my son, how you will be persecuted. You will be the lone wolf cast out of the pack, forced to stand alone for the mere offense of your birth.”
She choked on her words, before giving the small kit a lick.
“But you will have to be strong and noble through it all, for the wolf is among the noblest of beasts. Even when he is alone, even when the whole world stands against him, there is nothing more beautiful than his song, and nothing more charismatic than to look upon his face. You will be persecuted Wolfkit, but you will remain a vision of strength and grace through it all.”
She was silent, before words weaker than her son’s own quiet cries were spoken.
“You won’t have a choice, if you want to survive.”
~~~
Before Roleplay Relationships
(Completely Optional)
Mother: Name / Clan / Status (Dead/Alive/NPC) / Element
Father: Name / Clan / Status (Dead/Alive/NPC) / Element
Siblings: Name / Clan / Status (Dead/Alive/NPC) / Element
Mentor: Name / Clan / Status (Dead/Alive/NPC) / Element
Apprentice(s): If any - Name / Clan / Status (Dead/Alive/NPC) / Element
Other relationships:
Name / Clan / Status (Dead/Alive/NPC) / Element / Relationship
Please mention if you plan to adopt out any of your characters.
Please mention if you plan to adopt out any of your characters.
