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Name: Wolf
Desired Name: Wolfsnarl subject to change
Age: 28 Moons
Rank: Loner
Allegiance: Loner
Birth Moon: Flower Moon 2014.
Gender: Tom
Appearance: click for pictures Well built with sound body structure, Wolf is on the denser side of body types. Built very much like his father, he can only assume his father is unknown, he stands tall with broad shoulders and powerful muscles near his rear half. It is very apparent that Wolf was built for stalking his prey not out running it. Containing all that mass with an added visual bulkiness is his long fur, making it nearly impossible to swim not that he'd even want to try. The thick fur helps during cold moons but requires him to seek out shade during the hotter moons. This lush fur is kept well groomed so that the black tabby markings shine against his silver pelt. Large ears with fur tips make it easier to listen to prey as he hunts and stalks for each meal. His name was given to him for the sharp muzzle that holds long and sensitive whiskers making him a good mouser cat. Pale green eyes add a kind of playfulness to him despite his size.
Personality: Rarely do you find a tom cat so open and level headed. His dreams of glory make him a wishful cat but in a way practical. He grew up hearing all the stories of the old Clans, even has some faith in StarClan. Wolf has put the old stories on a pedestal and wishes to see them brought back to life. Level-head in the way he can take on a challenge head on and not panic half way though, well not outwardly panic. Ask him about the time he thought he was hunting a rabbit but instead went down a badger hole, that monster nearly killed him, but you wouldn't have guest he was terrified just by looking at him. Wolf has a strong sense of loyalty, despite not having met many cats and tries to do good by those he does meet, granted they don't try to rip his face off. From the bottom of his heart Wolf wants to see the Clans return to the area, he'd love to see WindClan cats chase rabbits across the moorland, he'd even be willing to risk his life to earn back the stepping stones for a moon or two. Wolf is a warrior who was born fifteen moons after the fight but still holding that fire within his belly to go back and win it all. Wolf's goal in life is to see ThunderClan reclaim their over grown camp and hear the tiny paw-steps of kits growing in the nursery and warriors sharing tongues after an honest hunt.
History: Ghost stories and fairy tales seem to muddle together and before you now it they become legends. Wolf had a legend filled kit-hood and remembered very fondly the stories his grandmother told him, tucked away inside her special little den, one that seemed to blend in with the rest of the forest. His grandmother went by the name Silver but he clearly remember her mentioning that she was too young to earn her second name, which only prompted more questions from the eager silver and black tom. Through his grandmother he learned of four wonderful Clans. RiverClan by the river, WindClan in the moor and ShadowClan of the marsh. It was ThunderClan that his grandmother claimed as her home and rarely sought out any other home than the one she created for herself. Curled up beside while his mother went hunting, Wolf learned all about the Clan of Old. How they'd work together to give everyone alive, queens watched each other's kits. Warriors taught younger cats to hunt and fight all in service to the Clan. Silver explained to her young grandson that cats were given two part names and only after they trained hard enough did they earn the second half. The aging and blind she-cat told magical stories of certain cats who were stronger, wiser and smarter than all the rest. They were given special names and given extra lives by the stars in the sky, which made up their own Clan. Wolf hung on every word from his grandmother, despite his mother's dislike for the stories. Often she'd return and be upset with her mother, who she took care of out of pity rather than love, for filling young Wolf's head with stupid stories that her old age made up, but deep down Wolf knew they were true.
His mother who had been named Rose was able to teach him how to hunt and fend for himself until his second Snow Moon. It wasn't that she was kicking him out or anything, but she explained to him that he no longer needed her help and instructed her son to go find his own nest. Conflicted Wolf asked to stay and look after his grandmother, Rose with a stern note in her voice declined his request. His last evening in his peaceful evening with his small family was shattered as Rose went after her mother and forced the old and fragile she-cat to head toward a two-leg nest. In his confusion Wolf bolted away from his home in the forest and found the river. His time there was short lived, unable to catch any fish he moved on quickly to the moor and while he was fast, he wasn't fast enough to catch anything but he did find solace in the bright sky above him. Furthering along his journey he came upon the marshland and remembered fondly on his grandmother's stories. Lost and in a way confused, Wolf wandered through the marshland but found the taste of frog displeasing. It wasn't until he returned to the forest did he realize something. Pushing through the undergrowth and finding landmarks his grandmother spoke so fondly of, Wolf was determined that she was telling the truth. He found an old clearing, but it had been over grown with saplings and grasses, but there were worn in paw steps, as if a hundred cats had walked that path before him and the ground still bared the scars. It was there in the beauty of the green forest that he realized his grandmother wasn't just old but she was a legend. Silver had been carved out of the sky like the warrior she spoke of. Clans of twenty, no thirty maybe even more! flourished together! Silver could have had family and cousins that had those strange two part names. Silver was a living and breathing legend and his mother just sent her away. Conflicted with his mother's actions, Wolf found some comfort in the old, overgrown camp.
His mind raced with all the stories, heart pounding in his chest, perhaps he could bring those legends back to life! Facing a challenge like never before, Wolf look toward the sky as the first star sparkled in the distance. It had taken many moons for him to return to the forest, moons of cold nights and terrifying enemies but he had found it again. The forest he was born in was different, some how tamer, it wasn't like the forest he stood in now. The forest of his birth was walked in by two-legs and their dogs, his mother often went into those two-leg houses for an easy meal when all she could catch was a mouse, his mother was more kitty-pet than his grandmother. His grandmother, a troubling memory reemerged for the silver and black tom. It would be impossible for him to bring his grandmother here, she was already blind and it had been moons since he saw her, perhaps she had already passed away. Keeping his eyes upward he prayed to the Clan in the sky, StarClan his grandmother called them. He asked them for help, guidance for what he was about to embark on. He would bring glory back to the Clans, bring those legends back to life. No rogue could call them silly stories, loners would find refugee, kitty-pets would be envious of the freedom and the glory. Wolf would make his own legend, with him as the hero.
Genotype: AA BB CC cucu DD fdfd Ii ll mm Mcmc mkmk o pmupmu ss spsp tata Thlths ww Wb
Desired Name: Wolfsnarl subject to change
Age: 28 Moons
Rank: Loner
Allegiance: Loner
Birth Moon: Flower Moon 2014.
Gender: Tom
Appearance: click for pictures Well built with sound body structure, Wolf is on the denser side of body types. Built very much like his father, he can only assume his father is unknown, he stands tall with broad shoulders and powerful muscles near his rear half. It is very apparent that Wolf was built for stalking his prey not out running it. Containing all that mass with an added visual bulkiness is his long fur, making it nearly impossible to swim not that he'd even want to try. The thick fur helps during cold moons but requires him to seek out shade during the hotter moons. This lush fur is kept well groomed so that the black tabby markings shine against his silver pelt. Large ears with fur tips make it easier to listen to prey as he hunts and stalks for each meal. His name was given to him for the sharp muzzle that holds long and sensitive whiskers making him a good mouser cat. Pale green eyes add a kind of playfulness to him despite his size.
Personality: Rarely do you find a tom cat so open and level headed. His dreams of glory make him a wishful cat but in a way practical. He grew up hearing all the stories of the old Clans, even has some faith in StarClan. Wolf has put the old stories on a pedestal and wishes to see them brought back to life. Level-head in the way he can take on a challenge head on and not panic half way though, well not outwardly panic. Ask him about the time he thought he was hunting a rabbit but instead went down a badger hole, that monster nearly killed him, but you wouldn't have guest he was terrified just by looking at him. Wolf has a strong sense of loyalty, despite not having met many cats and tries to do good by those he does meet, granted they don't try to rip his face off. From the bottom of his heart Wolf wants to see the Clans return to the area, he'd love to see WindClan cats chase rabbits across the moorland, he'd even be willing to risk his life to earn back the stepping stones for a moon or two. Wolf is a warrior who was born fifteen moons after the fight but still holding that fire within his belly to go back and win it all. Wolf's goal in life is to see ThunderClan reclaim their over grown camp and hear the tiny paw-steps of kits growing in the nursery and warriors sharing tongues after an honest hunt.
History: Ghost stories and fairy tales seem to muddle together and before you now it they become legends. Wolf had a legend filled kit-hood and remembered very fondly the stories his grandmother told him, tucked away inside her special little den, one that seemed to blend in with the rest of the forest. His grandmother went by the name Silver but he clearly remember her mentioning that she was too young to earn her second name, which only prompted more questions from the eager silver and black tom. Through his grandmother he learned of four wonderful Clans. RiverClan by the river, WindClan in the moor and ShadowClan of the marsh. It was ThunderClan that his grandmother claimed as her home and rarely sought out any other home than the one she created for herself. Curled up beside while his mother went hunting, Wolf learned all about the Clan of Old. How they'd work together to give everyone alive, queens watched each other's kits. Warriors taught younger cats to hunt and fight all in service to the Clan. Silver explained to her young grandson that cats were given two part names and only after they trained hard enough did they earn the second half. The aging and blind she-cat told magical stories of certain cats who were stronger, wiser and smarter than all the rest. They were given special names and given extra lives by the stars in the sky, which made up their own Clan. Wolf hung on every word from his grandmother, despite his mother's dislike for the stories. Often she'd return and be upset with her mother, who she took care of out of pity rather than love, for filling young Wolf's head with stupid stories that her old age made up, but deep down Wolf knew they were true.
His mother who had been named Rose was able to teach him how to hunt and fend for himself until his second Snow Moon. It wasn't that she was kicking him out or anything, but she explained to him that he no longer needed her help and instructed her son to go find his own nest. Conflicted Wolf asked to stay and look after his grandmother, Rose with a stern note in her voice declined his request. His last evening in his peaceful evening with his small family was shattered as Rose went after her mother and forced the old and fragile she-cat to head toward a two-leg nest. In his confusion Wolf bolted away from his home in the forest and found the river. His time there was short lived, unable to catch any fish he moved on quickly to the moor and while he was fast, he wasn't fast enough to catch anything but he did find solace in the bright sky above him. Furthering along his journey he came upon the marshland and remembered fondly on his grandmother's stories. Lost and in a way confused, Wolf wandered through the marshland but found the taste of frog displeasing. It wasn't until he returned to the forest did he realize something. Pushing through the undergrowth and finding landmarks his grandmother spoke so fondly of, Wolf was determined that she was telling the truth. He found an old clearing, but it had been over grown with saplings and grasses, but there were worn in paw steps, as if a hundred cats had walked that path before him and the ground still bared the scars. It was there in the beauty of the green forest that he realized his grandmother wasn't just old but she was a legend. Silver had been carved out of the sky like the warrior she spoke of. Clans of twenty, no thirty maybe even more! flourished together! Silver could have had family and cousins that had those strange two part names. Silver was a living and breathing legend and his mother just sent her away. Conflicted with his mother's actions, Wolf found some comfort in the old, overgrown camp.
His mind raced with all the stories, heart pounding in his chest, perhaps he could bring those legends back to life! Facing a challenge like never before, Wolf look toward the sky as the first star sparkled in the distance. It had taken many moons for him to return to the forest, moons of cold nights and terrifying enemies but he had found it again. The forest he was born in was different, some how tamer, it wasn't like the forest he stood in now. The forest of his birth was walked in by two-legs and their dogs, his mother often went into those two-leg houses for an easy meal when all she could catch was a mouse, his mother was more kitty-pet than his grandmother. His grandmother, a troubling memory reemerged for the silver and black tom. It would be impossible for him to bring his grandmother here, she was already blind and it had been moons since he saw her, perhaps she had already passed away. Keeping his eyes upward he prayed to the Clan in the sky, StarClan his grandmother called them. He asked them for help, guidance for what he was about to embark on. He would bring glory back to the Clans, bring those legends back to life. No rogue could call them silly stories, loners would find refugee, kitty-pets would be envious of the freedom and the glory. Wolf would make his own legend, with him as the hero.
Genotype: AA BB CC cucu DD fdfd Ii ll mm Mcmc mkmk o pmupmu ss spsp tata Thlths ww Wb
I hope you the best of luck on that!
And sorry I took so long! I had some problems with a friend, and didn't really feel like getting on because of that, you know?