Falconpaw

[flamexcat]

Name: Falconpaw
Age: 6 1/2
Gender: Male ♂
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Picture: :X:

Appearance:
Falconpaw has a build that is much like any other Windclan apprentice. Lean and complete with rather long legs, his shape is perfect for speeding over the grassy moors. Although he's not very big, the tom has a lengthy body, both length and height wise. Though no cat could doubt that his back legs are compacted with more muscle than his front making him an excellent jumper. As for his head, it is fine and pointed, topped off with a pair of large triangular ears. The young cats pelt is a handsome solid white, the fur short and feathery covering his form and growing longer on his long flexible tail. The only other colors are held on his rosy pink nose and paler pink ears and last but not least his eyes. Unlike most white cats, Falconpaws eyes are not the usual blue. Instead, they are a frightening shade of gold highly resembling those of a Falcon, hence the name "Falcon"paw. Unsurprisingly, he has great vision.

Personality:
Even though he is a Medicine cat apprentice, Falconpaw is not to be mistaken for a weak overly friendly cat. Most cats think he would have been better off training as a Warrior rather than a Medicine cat, but those who suggest this usually get a sneer from the tom. This brings us to his usual personality. Falconpaw is a cat filled to the brim with common sense and clever thoughts making memorizing herbs a breeze. So lost in knowledge, he finds fighting pointless and mouse-brained which is part of the reason he turned down becoming a warrior. He doesn't like socializing much and could probably be considered anti-social. Its not like he's never happy, its just really easy to get on his nerves and he can often be seen rolling his eyes or keeping eye contact away from others. He is also a cat who has a lot of questions and hates to leave anything unanswered. This includes things like the warrior code. Although no one could doubt his loyalty, it is not rare for the tom to complain about the code, and he has often thought of testing it. Still it has never yet come to this and Falconpaw has to shrug off such things as his position is more important than breaking the rules. Falconpaw also hates accepting help from others and would rather do things on his own.

History:
Born to the young, but beautiful Windclan queen Heatherheart, Falconkit was the only kit in his litter. Since the queens weren't required to tell who the fathered there children, Heatherheart never told a soul who the little kits father was, though most cats suspected it wasn't a Windclan cat. Yet this seemed to go by unnoticed and Falconkit began to grow under the proud gaze of his mother. Right when he was old enough to speak, he held a seemingly endless want to learn. For a while Heatherheart thought nothing wrong with this, until of course he started asking about his father. This made her uncomfortable and the queen hated coming up with lies to tell her son. For a while Falconkit believed them and would wander off to play with the other kits, but eventually he realized she wasn't being truthful. Finely when he had turned 5 moons old and had enough of his mothers fibs, Falconkit called Heatherheart a liar and ran off vowing to look for his father, which happened to take place in the middle of a blizzard. Heart broken and fearful for her only son, Heatherheart went off to search for him. For a while she stayed on his trail, until of course the snow and winds got worse forcing her off the scent. Everything seemed hopeless, but Heatherheart refused to give up. Falconkit meanwhile had sheltered in an abandon badger set unaware his mother was searching for him. There he stayed until the storm had died down and he ventured off toward camp realizing that his adventure was hopeless. He was halfway there when he unexpectedly bumped into a lump of fur half hidden in the snow. Confused and curious he dug it out and was horrified to find it was a cat, but not just any cat...his mother. The pretty white she-cat had looked for him all through the night and frozen to death in the process. The older kit would have stayed there all day grieving for his mother if a patrol hadn't found him and brought him back. When they returned, Falconkit realized that it was his fault his mother was dead. After that the thought of a cat dieing scared him and he promised not to become a warrior, but a medicine cat so that he could prevent such things and maybe through Starclan find out who his father had really been...

Role Play Sample:
[From a different site.]

Dew sparkled brightly in the shimmering light of the rising sun, the great yellow orb peeking slowly above the mountain silhouettes. Melting was the gray light of dawn, the morning rays almost kissing the thick forest and releasing it from darkness. Rising Hill was one of the first to receive the welcoming light, the shallow warmth prickling across the rocks and grass.
From beneath the shadow of an overhanging stone, Swiftstar stared out of his sheltering spot, pale yellow eyes flashing as if he expected an attacker at any moment. Of course, this was his regular look, an though he expected no attacker, the small black and white leader was waiting for someone. The end of his long black tail twitched slightly as the tom curled his paws patiently under his white chest. He had come early on his own accord, rather welcoming the feeling of being alone while his clan slept peacefully. Swiftstar could still clearly remember rising from his nest while some of the stars still held there place in the sky, no cat there to bother him as he made his way out of camp. Now he was satisfied with his time alone, and the appearance of Breezepaw soon was to be expected. The Heatherclan leader sighed when he pictured the small gray she-cat, hoping that she would have the sense to remember he had asked her to meet him here early, and not disappoint him by turning up tardy. Still, Swifstar remand calm, she had time to come, and he had faith that she would do as he had bidden.
Relaxing, he turned his head to study the undergrowth, but no sound came. Not surprised, Swiftstar, remained still as stone, wondering if Breezepaw would be able to see him, and if not, at least have the sense to scent her mentor in his hiding place.

Secret Word: Whisper

Other: Nope. =]

[lilybolt]

Approved! Though in the future, could you use a different color than yellow? It was very difficult to see what you had typed. =)

[flamexcat]

Oh, sorry about that. It was suppose to be gold...but the skin made it look really yellowish. I changed it.

[lilybolt]

Thanks Flamey. It's approved!