GENERAL INFORMATION
Name:: Talonclaw.
Age:: 12 moons.
Gender:: Tom
Alliance:: WindClan.
Rank:: Warrior.
Color:: Brown tabby with white chest and paws; bright amber eyes.
IN DEPTH
Name:: Talonclaw--his mother named him Talon because his eyes seemed to stare into anyone's heart and soul, piercing them like a talon of a predator bird.
Alliance:: WindClan--though he does not know it, he is actually a half-Clan cat. His father was a RiverClan warrior, though Talonclaw's mother only said he was full Clan because his father, in RiverClan, died in a bloody battle.
Appearance:: Talonclaw is of more lean and swift build than tough and muscular. When in battle, you'd have a better advantage of putting him as a warrior used to scout ahead or figure out where the enemy is located. He has long, slim yet strong legs that can easily carry him across the ground without making a sound. His head is broad, but on the smaller side, with triangular ears that can easily be lain back or to the sides of head head without causing a lot of commotion. Talonclaw does have muscle, don't get me wrong, just not like the warriors that pound into battle. His chest is well-compact, along with his back and flanks, and his hindquarters are good for sprinting. His fur is on the light side weight-wise, because of his RiverClan breeding, so he can easily slip into water and not have his fur dragging him down. He is sleek-looking, like both Clans, and has a swift, but unseen look to him. His fur is a brown tabby that is a bit dark, enough so that he would be well-hidden in any terrain but light enough that Clanmates can spot him. He has a white chest and white paws and often, when going undercover, he will cover them with dirt and mud so that he cannot be seen as easily. His eyes are probably the most stand-out thing on him. They're the type of eyes that just seem to go on forever and ever with no end. They are a bright amber color that could pierce anyone right though their heart, soul, and mind.
Personality:: Talonclaw has, to sum it all up, a pretty much laid-back personality. He will do what he is told, is always on time for any situation, is pretty much loyal to the warrior code, and doesn't like to mess things up. Often, though, the latter point will make him not that fun to hang around with. Call him a perfecter, he likes things perfect. He's also a bit OCD about some things--like keeping his nest clean. He has a couple Clanmates to talk to, but he's often a bit shy when talking to other cats unless, of course, they are the leader, deputy, medicine cat, or his apprentice. When another cat offends, insults, or threatens Talonclaw, he will simply shake them off. Somehow, words have no meaning to him. It is what the actions are, not the speech to him.When battling, Talonclaw often uses his swiftness and agility to compete with the rivals strength. With strength and bulk comes slowness, something he is not lacking in. When it comes to training, Talonclaw will usually teach his apprentice the skill of agility before strength, though learning a few dodges and attacks don't hurt. After that, he'll go on to hunting and protecting the Clan, masking yourself when scouting and such, teaching the warrior code, and learning how to battle good.
---Likes-- Apprentices, adrenaline, scouting, and patrolling.
---Dislikes-- Cats getting up in other cats faces, kits, hissy fights, and stuck-up queens.
---Strengths-- Swiftness, agility, talent of hiding self, and the ability to not get angered easily.
---Weaknesses-- Sick or hurt apprentices, dying Clans, and not as much strength as most.
History:: Let's start from the very beginning, shall we? Talonclaw's mother was a WindClan warrior, often referred to as the roughest of the bunch. She seemed to have no dream of becoming a mother or a mate, it more-so seemed to be her dream was to lead WindClan to victory. His father, on the other hand, was a RiverClan warrior, one who had a heart that longed for someone to love and comfort and have kits with. Little did he know that special someone would be the roughest warrior ever. Somehow, at a gathering, they found each other, both a bit awkward. It seemed all the RiverClan cats were rough and all the WindClan cats were softies. They started chatting and eventually fell in love over time. The one night they spent together made the mother pregnant and she gave birth to a litter of three. The night they were born, a cold-front came through and two of the kits died. But one--Talonkit(claw)--survived. He grew into a healthy young tom and by 6 moons was training spectacularly. Once made a warrior, it was known he'd be the best scout WindClan could ever have.
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