Character Name:
Softheart
Character Age:
62 Moons { 5 years 2 months }
Gender:
Tom { Male }
Alliance:
RiverClan
Rank:
Warrior
Appearance:
Softheart is a Maine coon, giving him long, thick fur and webbed toes. His fur is a dark, reddish brown, marked with almost unnoticeable tabby markings, which are a dark brownish color. His markings don't have the same reddish tint as his base coat. He has soft paws, with long fur sticking out awkwardly between his toes. The very tips of his front feet are a pearly white, as are his back feet. The white on his back feet however, stretches up to his knees, unlike his front paws. Framing his eyes is a light caramel color, a perfect contrast to his blueish green eyes. His muzzle fades into white, though a darker, brownish looking white against his white paws. His nose is a dark, burgundy looking red. Softhearts tail is a large, feathery plume to match his fluffy fur. At the very end of his tail is a jet black tip, matching the jet black of his paw pads. A large scar runs along his back right paw, right next to the only splash of pink on all of his paw pads.
Personality :
Softheart is exactly that. Soft hearted. He has a lot of weak spots, including kits. He absolutely loves them. He loves their little squeaky mews, and soft fluffy fur. He would love to have kits of his own one day, but hasn't found a mate yet. Generally, Softheart is a kind and good natured cat. When you first meet him however, he usually seems brisk and hard, like a rock which hasn't yet been smoothed by the rain. Once you befriend him however, he will warm up to you quickly. He loves helping his friends in any way he can, from taking care of them while they're sick, to catching them their favorite foods. Softheart is very stubborn however. He will always fight for what he thinks is right, even when it's not the best decision. When he sets his mind to something, no matter how long it takes him he will finish what he started. On the other hand of that however, Softheart can be easily hurt. He can't stand when others tease or insult him, and while he looks like he just brushed it off, any sort of nasty comment will stay with him for days.
---Likes:
Water, Kits, Birds, Hunting, New-Leaf, Elder Stories, and Rain
--- Dislikes:
Snakes, Heat, Rules, Fighting, and Frogs
---Strengths:
Strong legs for jumping, endurance, and sharp hearing
---Weaknesses:
Poor sense of smell, over thinker, reacts to insults violently
History (8 or more sentences):
Softheart didn't originally start out as a Clan cat. His mother was a loner, traveling from one place to the next. He never knew his father, and in fact, barely knew his mother. At the age of two moons, Softheart was dropped off inside clan boundaries, near the camp. The camp accepted him with warm hearts, though some thought he would grow up to be a traitor. His name became Softkit, although often times he would only respond to Pine, the name his loner mother gave to him. After about a moon, his shyness fell away, and he found a place with all of the other cats. Softkit spent a lot of time in the medicine cat den, and wanted to become a medicine cat, instead of a warrior. He helped in any way he could, from sorting herbs to running errands. After a few moons however, he discovered it was not his fate to become medicine cat. He eventually lost interest in the den, but remained close with the medicine cat. After a short wait, Softkit became an apprentice, known as Softpaw. He trained long and hard with his mentor, pushing to know more and more everyday. He wanted to show the last few cats who doubted him still, that he was worth having around. He wanted to be the best warrior he could be, and make his clan proud. By that time his warrior ceremony came, Softheart was packed with knowledge. He beamed at his warrior name of Softheart, finally winning over all of the clans trust. To this day, Softheart tries his best to make others proud.
Roleplay Sample:
Softheart opened his eyes drowsily, watching the other cats file out of the den. He yawned, willing himself to fall back asleep. After a few minutes of waiting, he huffed, finally giving up. He picked his body up heavily, feeling the weight of the world dragging him down. Eventually, he lugged himself out of the den, still drowsy. He looked around the clearing, searching for the deputy. He sighed when she was nowhere to be found. He blinked his heavy eyes, and headed over to the fresh-kill pile, looking for something small to eat to help give him an energy spike. He nosed through the tiny pile, grabbing a little mouse with Cricketchirps scent on it. He picked it up, walking a couple of pawsteps before he sat down to eat, keeping his ears perked, listening for the deputy to call out patrols. He finished the mouse and dug a small hole to bury the remains in. He dug a small hole in the muddy camp ground, fresh with last nights rain, and pushed the skeleton in. He filled the hole once more, padding down the loose dirt around it before arching his back in a stretch. Looking around, the deputy was still nowhere to be seen.
Softheart shrugged, and lumbered out of camp. He figured he could at least catch something while he waited for the rest of the clan to get on it's way. He perked his ears, listening for the sounds of prey rustling in the brush, looking for a morning meal. Most of the sounds he heart were bird calls, coming from far up in the trees. He snuck ahead, keeping himself low to the ground. Finally he heard it. Somewhere, about 3 fox lengths to his left, a squirrel was banging a nut on a tree. There was a pause before Softheart heard the noise continue. Clunk, clunk, clunk, the nut sounded hollow against the tree, and he heard the squirrel toss it aside. The sound resumed a moment later, only with a new nut. Softheart began to stalk towards the noise. He caught site of the squirrel. It was black, rare for the small patch of forest on RiverClan territory. He smirked, stepping forward. Snap! Softheart looked down suddenly to see a broken twig underneath his paw. Looking up slowly, the squirrel was already gone. Cursing to himself, he stepped out of the bush, plopping down on the ground heavily and huffing loudly.
Comments (optional): This is not my first Bio, so I'm in no rush to get it accepted. ^^