Character Name: Coldkit -> [Coldpaw] -> Coldbreeze
Character Age: 6 moons
Gender: Male
Alliance: Thunderclan
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance (6 or more sentences):
-A blackish, sleek short-furred tomcat with unusually long legs. These legs help him run faster then a normal ThunderClan cat, some cats say that he is half-clan born, or got them from his ancestors.
-His fur turns grayish-silver in the moonlight. He has medium sized whiskers and a short tail, and is a quarter of a size of a warrior.
-He has unusually bright green eyes and a dusty dark pink soft nose, and normal sized ears with lighter black tufts coming out of them.
-His claws are crooked like a black bears, helping him climb trees and grip down prey-- Or an enemy-- and catch it easily.
-If his fur gets soaked, then it will be fuzzy after it starts drying off, and it'll poof up really easily with static.
-His pads are flat and prickly, and his eyes are sharp, yet firm.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below; those are additional requirements):
-He is usually very playful around his clan-mates, and always likes teasing them for fun. In the end, it always ends up into a small wrestle.
-He is very quiet and careful on patrols and when hes traveling alone, and listens to his mentor clearly. Hes also always on the lookout.
-He is also somewhat devious and power-hungry, but he never dares to protest choices made by his leader.
-He is a troublemaker by getting into a lot of fights by teasing his clan-mates and friends, and barely has any friends because of it.
-He doesn't care about what happens to his litter mates, since he is greedy and devious. Yet, somewhere inside him he is grieving for that person in danger of losing there life.
-He hates being treated like a kit and punished for something he 'didn't' do wrong. This ends up with him stomping off, complaining and angry.
---Likes (at least 3):
-Likes shady places.
-Teasing his friends
-Enjoys killing enemies, threats or cats he hates without realizing it.
--- Dislikes (at least 3):
-Damp, cold places.
-Getting his pelt wet
-Ice. Plain, slippery ice.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5):
-Black pelt helps camouflage into the shadows and fog/mist.
-His kills make him more confident each step of the way.
-Is fast, like a Windclan cat.
---Weaknesses (At least 3):
-Bright lights that get into his eyes leaves him confused, distracted and unaware of dangers.
-Can be easily convinced something wrong to do is right.
-His claws are hard to sharpen and sometimes he'll have to use his teeth to bite them off if they get to long.
History (8 or more sentences):
His mother had given birth to four kits, Himself, his brother, Ratkit and his two sisters, Plumkit and Creamkit. His parents always liked him the best, and treated him like a king, which made his other siblings [Mostly Ratkit] a bit jealous. Soon enough, his brother dared him to explore the forest and bring back prey that they could share. Unexpectedly, he accepted the dare. His sister started worrying, since she heard there conversation, And ran to there mother bursting out the whole story, which made there parents has a suspension Ratkit trying to kill Coldkit, but before they could do anything he came back with a robin in his jaws, dropping it front of his brother. After a moon and a half, his brother ran off to prove himself worthy just like Coldkit. And, when the parents found out, they were to late. Ratkit was dead, poisoned by some crow-food smothered in twoleg gunk. Coldkit was sad he had gone, but regretted the emotion to be left out and shown to his parents. After while, his father and Creamkit died because of a disease from a rat and only Plumpaw and Coldpaw got there apprentice ceremony.
Roleplay Sample {Required for first advanced bio}:
Quote-From; Dragon's Flight, Dragon's Might; We shall arise again {OPEN!}
"Lets go, then." Patchflower nodded and started to carry the cat to the cave, just in time as Wind came back. "Just in time, Wind. Put the moss in the cave, we'll meet you there." Wind nodded and bounded off with the fresh moss toward the cave, giving a flick of a tail of another farewell.
Comments (optional):
-Apart of a plot.
