ROOKSPOT
Character Name:
Rookspot
Character Age:
Fifty moons
Gender:
Male
Alliance:
RiverClan
Rank:
Warrior
Appearance:
Just as you might expect from a WindClan cat, Rookspot's small frame is built largely for agility. With little legs with lots of muscle, you can definitely tell he comes from generations of fine WindClan cats. However, even his fore-arms have well-toned muscles, suggesting that he is also a very fine RiverClan swimmer. Even with such power in both sets of limbs, he is far from a great fighter, as he has little coordination and power in each move. Instead, he relies largely on wit and, well, running. Even if he can't fight, he's easily one of the best hunters the Clan has. Even though fishing isn't a natural instinct for him, he learned the art flawlessly and even contributed a few tricks himself. His large paws can easily catch the fish he claims, and even a few more. His claws match that, piercing his prey quickly and effortlessly.
His fur is a sleek, short cut. It's mostly white, save for two black spots on his ears, a long black tail, and one large spot on his back. His eyes are a bright, unexpected green.
Personality:
Rookspot isn't the most... lovely cat. He's brutally honest, for one. If you need someone to tell you you have a terminal disease, well, he's your guy. Nobody can really test if he's intelligent under all that... personality, but he's definitely not stupid. In fact, he's got a plan, and you're apart of it. He's about five steps ahead or behind, and you never know until the last second. But, really, he's actually kind of down-to-earth. He knows when he's made a mistake, and he's not totally without morals. Some question his loyalty to the Warrior Code, though, and his ancestors in StarClan weep for the loss of a cat who simply does not believe in them. He's pretty dark under the spots on his fur, and some kits have tales of him slaying another cat like prey. But is that really fair to say? Because...
Somewhere in there, a young, playful tom shines. It's lost to time, and only the bravest dare try to find it.
---Likes (at least 3): Experimenting, birds, vigils, kits
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Border patrol, fights, young warriors
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Wits, hunting
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Socialization, fighting, confrontation
History:
When Rookspot was born, to the cats Wind and River, the parents knew that they had made a serious mistake. A child of two separate worlds could never fit in on place, as it took on two different personalities. So the decision was made that some of the children would be of the River and some of the Wind, and the kits were separated. One of the children of the River, however, went missing, and left his brother all alone. So the new kit, known as Rook, never knew about his brother until much later. In fact, the parents thought it would be best for the kit not to know about either of them. So the lone kit grew up in the nursery by himself, queens offering milk on occasion to atleast keep the thing alive.
So apprenticehood came, and Rookpaw wasn't at all the perfect fit. He couldn't fight without trying to attack to quickly for thought, and when he did attack so quick he had no power behind his blows. Not only that, he was not very good at catching fish either. But he practiced at both, and eventually, made progress. Nobody believe he did or could, but he did finally make it to warrior. On his silent vigil, though, the worst omen occured.
He met his brother. He was now a kittypet of all things. And secretly, he spoke.
That very next week, he had changed almost completely. Instead of working hard at weaknesses, he only worked his strengths, and his mood darkened. He suddenly gave startling truths and darkening omens, and his friends turned their heads to him. Slowly, he lost anything he considered mattered, and he simply lived. StarClan be without stars, he would not change. To this day, he has blocked out any conversations he had with his brother during vigil. It did not happen. He is perfectly okay.
Isn't he?
Roleplay Sample:
Rookspot sat, watching the camp peacefully and slowly change. It was so odd, the way the cats came in and out, shared tongues and fought, asked questions and answered pleas. It was just breathtaking. But... something was missing. Was it that his element was missing from the madness? He blinked, feeling oddly empty. Someone...
His head suddenly turned, his ears flicking. "Oh.." he sighed, turning his body fully over to the intruder.
"You again?"
Comments:
None. c: