Rowan is a longhaired chocolate tabby, just about fourty moons old. He's lithe and handsome and has a beautiful coat that is just as soft as it is attractive. His pale yellow eyes are full of warmth and understanding, they just seem to comfort others with just a glance. Rowan is a warrior in a clan of rouges, not much is known about his previous life as a rouge and he always changes the subject when someone brings it up. He's mature and patient, a born teacher, and with his affectionate and protective nature, he makes a great friend. Rowan always seems calm and peaceful, but as only a few cats have seen, he protects what he cares about violently....
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Rowan sat on the highrock, his tail curled neatly around his paws and his long fur swaying ever so slightly in the warm breeze. He'd been brought there just moments ago by his clan's leader and told he'd be assigned his first apprentice today, and as his leader's yowl broke the silence and the clan began to gather around, he knew the ceremony was about to begin. He looked across the highrock and got his first glimpse at the young she-cat scrambling up the stone that would be his apprentice.