Rowanfur || Windclan

[Sprout]

Name:
Rowanfur
Name Reasoning:
Rowanfur is named after the berries of the rowan tree, which are scarlet like his pelt. 
Gender:
Tom
Age:
14 moons
Position:
Warrior
Clan:
Windclan


Capability Stats:

• Speed: 5/5
• Stamina: 4/5
• Physical Strength: 2/5
• Mental Strength: 4/5

Strengths:
Speed: Rowanfur is rather quick on his paws, and he needs to be due to his lack of strength. 

Stealth: If Rowanfur doesn't want to be seen, he can slip away as easily as the wind. He can walk without a sound and often scares clan members because they don't realise he's there. 

Intelligence: Rowanfur relies more on his agility and smarts to survive. He's a clever cat, good at working out puzzles and what cats might be thinking. 



Weaknesses:
Shyness: he finds it difficult to talk to she-cats and cats his age, which can be a bit of a setback for him. He has little friends due to his social awkwardness. 

Not physically strong: Rowanfur is a lithe cat with wiry muscles. He isn't exactly a buff cat to say the least.

Clumsy: He can be quite the klutz, especially when he's around other cats. 



Type 2 (Clan: Wind
- Strong claws that are useful for running and climbing.
- A general lanky build with thick tail.
- Feather-like tufts along the spine.
- Heightened vision useful for hunting. 



Picture: 
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Description:
His pelt is a burnt orange colour, streaked with dark red. Snowy white fur covers his muzzle, chest and belly, paws and tail-tip. Round amber eyes that sparkle with intelligence gleam from his angular face. He's tall and lanky, like usual Windclan cats, with strong white claws used for running, climbing and when needed, fighting. Due to his young age, he's managed to go through life with relatively few scars, except for a small v-shaped nick in his right ear. 




Personality:
Shy: he finds it hard to talk to she-cats and cats his age. He never knows what to say and ends up tripping over his paws and making a fool of himself. Due to his shyness, he can be very quiet around cats he doesn't know.

Sweet: Rowanfur is a very gentle and kind cat. He hates conflict and to see cats sad. 

Intelligent: Rowanfur is a very clever kitty. He doesn't miss a trick. He analyzes things closely and would rather outwit his opponent in a battle of minds than a battle of claws. 

Compassionate: He would easily give up his own comfort for that of another. He aims to please and make cats happy. 


Loyal: Rowanfur is a very trustworthy and loyal cat. If you give him a secret, he will take it to his grave. 


Independent: Rowanfur has little friends due to his social skills, or lack thereof, and hence he spends most of his time alone. He has grown used to this, but does sometimes grow lonely. 

Humble: Boasting has never been something Rowanclaw is known to do.


Determined: Once he has his mind set on something, he is determined to follow it through. He hates giving up. 





Specific Moral Values:
Rowanfur refuses to fight unless he feels it is absolutely necessary. If he can talk it out, he definitely will try. 



History:
- Father was an older warrior, passed away soon after his birth. He grew up not knowing much about his father, except for the whispered rumors between queens in the nursery. 
- Mother was detached due to father's death, spent little time with her son except for sleeping and suckling. Hence he spent is kithood inventing games for himself and sneaking around camp. This is what caused most of his shyness and independence, since he never really had many friends from birth. 
- When he shed his first winter coat the tufts of feathers began to grow in. Before this his mother fretted that he hasn't adapted at all, but this gave her hope that his adaptions just weren't as visual as others.
- Earned his scar as a young apprentice. He was chasing a rabbit and crashed right into a gorse bush. A thorn cut his ear. 



Relationships: None yet.

Featured In: None yet.

Assignments:
None yet. 




Display Name Color: Orange

Avatar (URL): farm8.staticflickr.com/7143/6842584723_f13dc82d84_q.jpg

Personal Text: The songs you come to like never stick at first. 

Signature Image and/or Text: None.





Writing Sample:

It was a glorious day, with the sun shining high and clear in the sky and the scent of rabbits on the brisk breeze. Rowanfur sat upon the top of a hill, nose lifted in the air, enjoying the feel of the wind on his face and the sun on his back. He had been sitting on the hill for a while. He liked to sit there and think, on clear days. It made him feel like a bird. His hill was the only time he didn't mind being alone. It was a good place to gather his thoughts. One of his favorite things to do was to watch the long grass of the hills swaying like a single entity. It looked like fur on the back of a giant beast. A fresh gust of wind buffeted his fur and he inhaled deeply. The warm musk of rabbit washed over him. Yes, rabbits. He sighed and washed his ears before stretching his stiff limbs. He supposed it would be a good idea to do some hunting instead of daydreaming on a hill.


He crept slowly through the long grass, occasionally sniffing the air to make sure he didn't lose the scent of his prey. He was determined to catch something today. Yesterday he had returned to camp empty-pawed, and had received a verbal lashing from an older warrior, and wasn't allowed to eat. He flinched at the memory. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he focused on the hunt. Co-ordination wasn't his best trait, and he needed all the help he could get. The young tom couldn't afford to not eat tonight. 


Soon the white tails of three fat rabbits came into view. Rowanfur shivered with anticipation. He loved to feel his muscles stretching and pulling, to feel himself flying over the ground, barely touching the grass. Slowly, carefully, he crept up to his prey, until he was only a few tail-lengths downwind of them. He gathered himself to pounce when the wind changed. Three heads shot up and looked wildly around. Rowanfur growled with frustration and leaped out of the grass, chasing after the largest rabbit. It had a head start, but it never had a chance. Within ten seconds Rowanfur had swiftly dispatched his prey and carried it in his jaws. It was a good start, and at least he wouldn't get in trouble tonight. 




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Anything you'd like us to know?: I haven't RPed in a while, so my bio-building skills are a bit rusty haha. Please tell me if there's anything you want fixed up/changed. Thanks in advance!

[Sprout]

Finished! (I think...)

[Mama Oak]

All looks good to me! (: A very pretty cat, indeed. I'll move him to the accepted boards, add him to the allegiances, whip up your character alter, and voila! Welcome to the site, Beardedlady. c: Here's your acceptance GIF~



Happy roleplaying!

EDIT: Character alter should be up and ready: let me know if I entered something wrong or you'd like a different color orange!