Post by calico on Oct 8, 2022 12:36:39 GMT -8
Name: Weaselkit, Weaselpaw Weaselrunner
Gender: Tom
Age: 21 Moons
Clan: BearClan
Rank: Warrior
Short Description:: Fluffy but lithe ginger and white tom with yellow eyes.
Appearance: Shrewd bright yellow eyes sit in a dainty, small framed face. Weaselrunner, despite his fluffy stature (which keeps him warm in leaf-bare) is a very dainty, lithe cat, full of muscle. He is an equal mixture of ginger and white, with lots of splotches of both colours across his pelt. His coat is fluffy and frequently attracts burrs. Lots of his spare time is spent grooming to try and keep it somewhat flat.
Personality: Weaselrunner has always been a very open-minded cat. He won't believe in things (or lack thereof) without proof - such as StarClan: he has never seen them, so doesn't overly believe in them, but he's never had proof that they don't exist either, so he's willing to hold judgement. He is remarkably driven - anything he does, he puts his absolute all into. It is this drive and ambition that have led him to where he is. With the members of his Clan and his leader, he is extremely respectful. He can be impatient at times, but this is something he puts concentration and focus into working on. He is friendly with those he knows, and can be inclined to trust a newcomer until they give him a reason not to. He's very big on respect. If you act in a respectful manner to him, he will return that level of respect ten-fold. He's always been good to younger cats, especially to kits - when he has very little to do, for example when he's not named for a hunting or border patrol, he's likely to be found in one of two places; his den (grooming his wayward fluff) or in the nursery entertaining the kits (and giving their mothers a break). From one extreme to the other, when he is on the battlefield he is without mercy and without scruples; he would think nothing of taking the cowardly kill if the opportunity presented itself, as long as it gets the battle won with minimum casualties.
+ friendly, respectful, open minded
= driven, resourceful, honest
- impatient, fiery, brutally violent in combat (and detached from emotion during)
History: Born as the only kit to aging parents, Weaselkit (who was named for his size) had a remarkably normal kit-hood. He was alone a lot of the time, born in a time where there weren't many other kits in the nursery. So to stop himself becoming lonely, he spent a lot of time with the elders and senior warriors, listening raptly to their tales and scampering off to retrieve prey for them whenever they were hungry - anything for more stories. This behaviour was quickly noticed and appreciated by the elders, who passed on their glowing reviews to Cloudstar. At the age of 6 moons, a ridiculously excited Weaselkit (groomed to within an inch of his life by his incredibly proud mother) was named Weaselpaw, and entrusted to Wildfeather for his apprentice training. Under the fatherly discipline offered by the regal tom, Weaselpaw flourished; excelling in hunting and fighting - determined that he would one day be an elder with tales to tell. When he wasn't sleeping, or eating, he was training. Even when Wildfeather was on patrols that didn't include him, he would find another warrior to hunt or spar with. From an early age, he'd been fast, proficient at making the long climb up trees, which aided him, and as he grew into his muscles he became lithe and limber. He had a few incidents involving unsheathed claws during sparring, but always was apologetic towards his practice partner. He lived, slept and breathed training, so when he was made a warrior (named Weaselrunner by Cloudstar for his speed, size and atheleticism) at the age of 18 moons, he knew exactly what he wanted to do. By this point, he viewed Wildfeather as a second father, and was determined to take the lessons provided to him and teach his own apprentice in the same supportive, calm manner. It wasn't long before he was given an apprentice of his own to mentor: Hopepaw.
Extra: adopted from gemini
Gender: Tom
Age: 21 Moons
Clan: BearClan
Rank: Warrior
Short Description:: Fluffy but lithe ginger and white tom with yellow eyes.
Appearance: Shrewd bright yellow eyes sit in a dainty, small framed face. Weaselrunner, despite his fluffy stature (which keeps him warm in leaf-bare) is a very dainty, lithe cat, full of muscle. He is an equal mixture of ginger and white, with lots of splotches of both colours across his pelt. His coat is fluffy and frequently attracts burrs. Lots of his spare time is spent grooming to try and keep it somewhat flat.
Personality: Weaselrunner has always been a very open-minded cat. He won't believe in things (or lack thereof) without proof - such as StarClan: he has never seen them, so doesn't overly believe in them, but he's never had proof that they don't exist either, so he's willing to hold judgement. He is remarkably driven - anything he does, he puts his absolute all into. It is this drive and ambition that have led him to where he is. With the members of his Clan and his leader, he is extremely respectful. He can be impatient at times, but this is something he puts concentration and focus into working on. He is friendly with those he knows, and can be inclined to trust a newcomer until they give him a reason not to. He's very big on respect. If you act in a respectful manner to him, he will return that level of respect ten-fold. He's always been good to younger cats, especially to kits - when he has very little to do, for example when he's not named for a hunting or border patrol, he's likely to be found in one of two places; his den (grooming his wayward fluff) or in the nursery entertaining the kits (and giving their mothers a break). From one extreme to the other, when he is on the battlefield he is without mercy and without scruples; he would think nothing of taking the cowardly kill if the opportunity presented itself, as long as it gets the battle won with minimum casualties.
+ friendly, respectful, open minded
= driven, resourceful, honest
- impatient, fiery, brutally violent in combat (and detached from emotion during)
History: Born as the only kit to aging parents, Weaselkit (who was named for his size) had a remarkably normal kit-hood. He was alone a lot of the time, born in a time where there weren't many other kits in the nursery. So to stop himself becoming lonely, he spent a lot of time with the elders and senior warriors, listening raptly to their tales and scampering off to retrieve prey for them whenever they were hungry - anything for more stories. This behaviour was quickly noticed and appreciated by the elders, who passed on their glowing reviews to Cloudstar. At the age of 6 moons, a ridiculously excited Weaselkit (groomed to within an inch of his life by his incredibly proud mother) was named Weaselpaw, and entrusted to Wildfeather for his apprentice training. Under the fatherly discipline offered by the regal tom, Weaselpaw flourished; excelling in hunting and fighting - determined that he would one day be an elder with tales to tell. When he wasn't sleeping, or eating, he was training. Even when Wildfeather was on patrols that didn't include him, he would find another warrior to hunt or spar with. From an early age, he'd been fast, proficient at making the long climb up trees, which aided him, and as he grew into his muscles he became lithe and limber. He had a few incidents involving unsheathed claws during sparring, but always was apologetic towards his practice partner. He lived, slept and breathed training, so when he was made a warrior (named Weaselrunner by Cloudstar for his speed, size and atheleticism) at the age of 18 moons, he knew exactly what he wanted to do. By this point, he viewed Wildfeather as a second father, and was determined to take the lessons provided to him and teach his own apprentice in the same supportive, calm manner. It wasn't long before he was given an apprentice of his own to mentor: Hopepaw.
Extra: adopted from gemini
