Character Name: Snakewings
Character Age: 18 moons
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Riverclan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance (6 or more sentences): A handsome tom with a brown and white pelt that stands out in battle (so much for hiding). My eyes often change from Blue to Green depending on my surroundings. Although his eyes change color, they mostly stay a light blue. Snakewing's tail has a bit of a curl to it. My whiskers are longer than average. A brown outline almost completely covers his pale nose. His paws white, with the exception of a brown blotch on his right hind paw.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below; those are additional requirements):I am a soft-coated tom with passion in my eyes. I tend to blow little things up into big things and get overly dramatic, but I am never afraid to say what I feel when I have to. I often keep secrets from others, unless I know them well. I can really judge character when it comes to cats. Many cats come to me for advice, probably because I will always tell the truth. Sometimes I can be an oximoron, which most cats have gotten used to.
---Likes (at least 3): Warmth, grass, water, and butterflies
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Dogs, Twolegs, and bees.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): quick learner, sight, and smell.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Speed, Climbing, and tension span.
History (8 or more sentences):I was the favourite of my mother out of the four of us in our litter growing up. Our father was fairer about our treatment, but he was always out on patrols. My mother doting on me as a kit provoked great jealousy from the others, and I withdrew from them. When I went into training I threw all my effort into it. My mother still visits me much and I am clearly still her favourite. As for my father, I do not know. I haven't seen him for about a moon, I hope he is okay. My other siblings have moved on, the don't talk to me. They would rather talk to others.
Roleplay Sample {Required for first advanced bio}: Snakewings slipped into a bush, trying to keep cover. The Shadowclan Cats were surrounding him. The scent of the Thunderpath was horrid. Quick up the tree, he thought. The energetic tom tried to climb, but his hind legs gave out. Snakewing's cover was blown.
"Wake up Snakewings, your late for patrol" the she-cat meowed.
"Oh... It was just a dream."
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