Rowanstripe --& [unfinished]

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Name | Rowanstripe

Gender | Tom

Age | 28 moons

Rank | Warrior

Clan | PineClan

Beliefs| PineClan cats have no faith or belief in StarClan. But Rowanstripe is on the border. After listening to the other clans ramble on about the ways of StarClan, he is beginning to believe they really exist -- he's even seen starry outlines now and again. But, being surrounded by non-believers, he's still a bit unsure. His parents never believed in StarClan, or at least, never showed it. Rowanstripe therefore grew up with no faith in his warrior ancestors. On the borderline of believing in StarClan, you could say.

Parents | Darkheart -- Mother[NP] and Russetfur -- Father[NP]

Siblings | Cinderpaw[NP]

Mate | Not Yet.

Crush | Not Yet.

Kits | Not Yet.

Apprentice/Mentor | Not Yet.

Appearance | With a fairly long pelt, Rowanstripe has brown fur, with a dark brown stripe running smoothly along his spine. He finds himself to be excellent at hunting, since his pelt allows him to blend well. With muscles concentrated on his hind-paws, he's a formidable jumper, being able to catch a bird in mid-air if he wished. He enjoys tree-climbing as well, and his tail allows him to balance upon the limbs with ease. The only trouble he has is with fighting. He prefers to stay out of battles, and, if he can, avoids them as best he can. He sees through pale green eyes.

Personality | Rowanstripe isn't the best fighter, and he therefore spends most of his time hunting. Kind-hearted, he respects every cat in the clan, and, even though he is a warrior, he still goes to the elders every once in a while for stories. Soft-spoken, he doesn't speak often, and when he does, he uses little vocabulary. Though, sometimes you'll be able to get more out of him, most of the time he doesn't speak. He uses a sort of sign language sometimes, waving his tail to show he agrees, or muttering something like "okay," under his breath. His voice is soft, not naturally loud and obnoxious, and you therefore have to listen well when he speaks to you.
He has an unusual fear of the cry of birds, one of the reasons they are his favorite prey - he wants them d3ad before they can cry out in alarm. If he happens to here the alarm cry of the birds, he immediately cowers in the warriors den, not coming out until he is sure it is safe. He rather enjoys thunderstorms, and likes to watch the lightning light up the sky. He isn't the brightest, as, during a thunderstorm, you'll probably find him sitting beside a tree, or even perched on one of the highest branches.

Skills | Rowanstripe's ability is more pronounced in the art of hunting. He excels in this, and spends most of his time out lurking in the forest. He can jump fairly well, and can manage to snag birds out of the air every now and again. Lacking his fighting skills, he steers clear of battles if he can.

History |
Kithood - Born to Darkheart and Russetfur in a litter of two kits, he was named Rowankit, and his sister, Cinderkit. The two hardly spoke to one another, but had a fairly close bond. They were born in the ---
Apprenticeship - The two kits were quickly apprenticed, and they were both eager to learn. Now Rowanpaw, the little tom took a quick fascination to hunting, and learned the art quickly. ---
Warriorhood "--Rowanstripe. PineClan honors you for your speed and loyalty." Now a full-fledged warrior of his Clan, Rowanstripe hasn't changed much. When he was 16 moons, his parents died. They had gone out on a hunting patrol, only to never return. Earlier, another patrol had returned with news of a badger on the territory, but the two warriors were oblivious to the notice, and took off without any knowledge of the matter. In the forest, they were attacked, and a starling nesting in a nearby tree let out a fearsome cry as the lives of the two warriors ended. To this day, Rowanstripe fears the cry of birds, worried something terrible will happen.

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