Sept 27, 2019 0:19:30 GMT -5
Rosefang
tidalclan ∙ fighter ∙ male ∙ twenty moons
Appearance
Description sentence:
A large ginger and white tom with amber eyes.
Appearance:
Rosefang is a pretty big cat. Probably not 'the biggest cat you've ever seen' material but he's nothing to sneeze at either. With his broad shoulders, wide chest and large paws, he cuts a daunting silhouette. Barring one slightly mangled ear, Rosefang's face doesn't hold any of the sharp intimidation his body does. He has expressive, almond shaped amber eyes, and a small, soft pink nose.
Rosefang's thick, short pelt is ginger with mackeral tabby markings and distinct patches of white. Notably, he has a large white patch covering nearly all of his chest, as well as smaller patches on his face and the tips of his paws.
Personality
Positive Traits: • Honorable • Daring • Composed | Negative Traits: • Arrogant • Dumb • Stubborn |
Personality:
There's a few surface level traits that most who don't know Rosefang take note of rather quickly. The first is the assertiveness with which he holds himself. The second is his calmness, a slight stoicism which gives him an almost mysterious affect. Some who meet him for the first time might, at first, think of him as cool. Others are likely to call him smug.
Upon deeper inspection, the latter would be more accurate.
Those who have gotten to know Rosefang are more aware of his certain… quirks. While, yes, he is a little more on the quiet side, it's less a product of apathy or coolness and more due to his lack of focus. He is often caught daydreaming about something or another, and his friends are likely to label him as a mouse-brain. His nonchalance often comes at the expense of common sense and cooperativeness, though he's willing to put aside differences or grudges in critical situations.
Despite his lackadaisical attitude, he also manages to be one of the most self assured cats you could ever meet. Call it confidence or haughtiness, he certainly sees himself as something special.
Skills & Combat
Strengths: • Fighting • Endurance • Patience | Weaknesses: • Hunting • Agility • Problem-Solving |
Combat:
• Defense: 12
• Attack: 1d20+2
Character Background
Family:
• Cherrytail (mother)
• Budwhisker (sibling)
History:
Cherrytail had always been a rather unlucky cat. Her regular bouts of illness and lethargy, coupled with her lack of any practical skills and the death of her mate, it only makes sense that her pregnancy involved just about every complication that wasn't fatal. One premature delivery later and she swore she'd never put herself through it again. The kits were small, and their names would reflect as much but Smallkit, ironically, was the bigger of the two. Cherrytail urged him from a young age to be virtuous and strong, to take care of his smaller sibling and his clanmates. Of course that didn't keep the rest of the nursery kits from treating him like the most fragile thing in existence.
It honestly bothered him to no end that kits younger than him were still bigger than he was. It was also annoying when he was being told what to do by said kit day in and day out; he even managed to get himself sick once from Baykit (Jori) bossing him around while playing chief. It was probably at that point that he just kinda… stopped listening, at least when it came to what others had to say.
This made Smallpaw a rather difficult fledgling to train. On top of the usual "He should really have stayed in the nursery longer." and "Poor thing never even knew his father." there was now the added "I heard he got his ear shredded during training today." and "Poor Ravenstep, I don't envy them one bit." He wasn't starting trouble on purpose, honestly! Every cat has their own difficulties to push through as they reach adolescence. For Smallpaw it was not only his stubbornness and dullness, but also the quite impressive and sudden growth spurt he went through about 3 moons into his training. If you ask any mentor, the only thing worse than an arrogant fledgling, is one that's also bigger than you are.
Luckily for Ravenstep, not-so-Smallpaw's lack of tact was only a product of his inability to grasp... much of anything beyond basic understanding. He was often caught up in his own little world, spacing out with his head in the clouds. One thing they discovered he was rather good at, though, was throwing his weight around. Smallpaw's newfound size and endurance, as well as his calm and confident nature, made him a surprisingly adequate fighter. With a push here and there, he managed to fall into the rhythm of training... eventually.
Not even the lateness of his fighter ceremony could put a dent in Rosefang's confidence, his new name was enough the keep that fire going. After all the small aspect didn't exactly fit him anymore.
But don't worry, name change or not, he still manages to find himself in trouble often enough.
Other Notes
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