NAME.
Shrikecall
Shrike was named for his coat color, which is similar to that of a shrike: a white belly and a grey and black top - or, as in Shrikecall's case, a shaded uppercoat, which combines the grey and black of a shrike, and a white stomach.
GENDER.
Male
CLAN.
trad. RiverClan
PERSONALITY.
Shrikecall lives in a world that is constantly crashing down around him, where he can't escape the past or plan for the future. He lives in the moment and for the moment, with no regard for the consequences his actions might cause. Thinking about consequences is too difficult when his mind is constantly flooded by a thousand other thoughts. Often, he can be caught staring into space or taking a moment too long to respond; his trouble with focusing is apparent in every aspect of his life. Shrike is nonetheless a direct cat, although his words are as honeyed as a beecomb, and when it suits him, he talks in circles—whether his goal is to mislead or he is simply speaking the way he thinks, scattered and random, isn't apparent, and there is evidence toward both sides. He is a lonely soul, quick to love and quick to abandon, and he is given to using expressions of endearment and of anger in the same thought. Shrikecall gives off the impression of earnestness. He is strong in his convictions and his faith, and has a genuine desire to do right in all aspects in his life (a trait which sometimes leads to a holier-than-thou attitude).
APPEARANCE.
Physically, Shrikecall is on the smaller side, and is noticeably short and narrow for a cat of his age and sex. His body, like that of most creatures who spend their life in training, is one of strong, lean muscle, with veins that pop out slightly on the limbs that he uses most often. He bears the broad shoulders and thick coat of a RiverClanner, but where many of his clanmates have glossy fur, his is dull. His coloring is interesting: as a black smoke, each hair on his coat changes from a silvery-white to the darkest black midshaft, which creates an interesting ripple effect when he moves, as if his pelt reflects the river that sustains his Clan. His underbody is a solid, pure white: a white that falls from his throat and blooms down his stomach, dotting to a stop on his left hindleg. He has short ears, but the tufts of fur that peter off the top of them add to their size, so that they seem about average. Shrikecall's most unique feature is, without a doubt, his eyes. In shape and size they are rather ordinary, being medium sized and almond shaped, but their colors are unusual. His left eye is the same slate blue that it was when he was a newborn, but his other eye has quickened to a deep, rich yellow, with faint glimmers of green flecking the iris.
TIDBITS.
— Shrikecall is deathly afraid of bees, and can't hide it. Although he is more than fond of honey, the second he hears that familiar buzzing and sees the distinctive black and yellow body, fear overwhelms him, and he beats a hasty retreat. This fear can be traced back to an incident when he was a kit, and was on the receiving end of a bee attack. To this day, he claims to remember the pain of the multiple stings he fell victim to.
— Shrike himself grew up without a father. When he was a mere moon old, his father was killed in a border skirmish, and his mother never found a suitable candidate to replace him. Shrike has no recollections of the male. As a child, he had a tendency to search for affection from older males, to replace his missing father figure, but it wasn't usually returned, and he gained something of a reputation for clinginess. (This is one reason as to why he is so possessive of his own family: he is terrified of losing them, and returning to the loveless state he experienced as a child.)
— Shrikecall is more of a night owl than an early bird. He tends to stay up late and sleep in for as long as he could get away with. It goes without saying that he hates being assigned to the dawn patrol.
FAMILY.
— npc x npc
— Husband of Littlepond
— Father of Ternpaw, Eelpaw, Miraclekit, others
