Post by k o a l a ?! on Jan 3, 2011 0:50:26 GMT -5
PEBBLEFUR
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My strength fails me
Your picture, a bitter memory
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Name | Pebblefur
Gender | tom
Age | 25 moons
Rank | warrior
Clan | Stream
Beliefs | Pebblefur never really gives Starclan much thought, and doesn't really pray to them and anything. He believes there's a higher power, but they have no say in life or his decisions. To him, they're really just there to make the sky look pretty at night.
Parents | Ashclaw NP, Shortwhisker NP
Siblings | Whitekit NP, Stonefoot NP
Other Kin | optional
Mate | not yet
Crush | not yet
Kits | not yet
Apprentice/Mentor | not yet
Appearance | Pebblefur takes after his father, long, lean, and bony. Through his short-furred light brown coat you can faintly see bumps and ridges of spine, ribs, and extra bells and whistles that make up his frame. His facial features are sharp, his chin and cheek standing out roughly with only a little cover them. He's all leg, standing awkwardly tall with only his tail to balance his body somewhat proportionally. His eyes are the colour of cider - bright and shiny, and a pure, clear yellow with a slight orange tinge.
Personality | Pebblefur is pretty much a 'desperately wants a mate' kind of tom, believing he has to love a she-cat 24/7 to feel normal and can never go without a 'loving' a she-cat for more than a day. He's pretty much a jacked up hopeless romantic -- except he doesn't really love the she-cats, he just thinks he loves them. He cycles through them one at a time, each lasting for only as long as he is permitted too, before he moves on to the next one. Once he's loved all them in his clan, he'll return to the top of the list and continue with the cycle.
This probably wouldn't be as bad, except for he obsessives unhealthily over them, worshiping the ground they bless with their feet and doing whatever they tell him to; well, except kill himself, but he would not eat if they told him not too. At least he's patient, so he doesn't get mad that they don't like him right away, huh?
With toms, his toleration depends on which she-cat is around and how the tom is speaking to him. If the tom is being all, "WAH YOU OBSESSIN'!" then he's gonna hate the tom, but if it's being "aww, how cute!" (or something along those lines~) he's gonna be friends with that tom forever. Well, maybe not forever.
Skills | Skills? He's real good at falling in love, and he's really good at making a fool out of himself trying to get 'his girl'. And he's good at obsessing.
On another level, he's pretty good at hunting. Only comes back empty pawed every once in a while. Not so much at fighting, but hey, he's not really keeping an eye on his competition. Just the ladies. He's decent enough at climbing trees, for a Streamclan cat.
History | He was born to two average warriors; Ashclaw and Shortwhisker. Ashclaw was his dad, Shortwhisker was his mom. He also had two siblings; Whitekit and Stonefoot. Whitekit was his only sister, but when they were little kits she happened to be the one that wasn't strong enough to fight the cough away, and Starclan ended up taking her earlier than his family had planned. Stonefoot and him survived and made it to warriorhood, obviously.
As an apprentice Pebblefur never really paid any attention to the guys, instead preferring to moon over the girls, which might have had an effect on the fact that he was an apprentice for a moon or two longer than Stonefoot. Nevertheless, however, he made it through apprenticeship with no huge problems.
Becoming a warrior brought new trials. New responsibilities were to be carried out, patrols regularly now, and more gatherings to attend. He was expected to hunt more, patrol more, and be able to mentor apprentices. His patience helped him with apprentices, but he still did not have a mate.
Now it seems his lifelong goal is to get a mate. Those prospects don't seem very high anymore.
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