Weaselfoot

[flamexcat]

Name: Weaselfoot
Age: 16 Moons
Gender: Tom ♂
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture: X

Appearance:
Weaselfoot is not a small cat, nor is he a big one. His legs are a good length for his average sized body, but his paws are unusually big compared to what they should be. This gives him a pretty clumsy outcome, but it doesn’t really bother the tom much. At the end of his body is a furry tail, all black except for a white tip on the end. Weaselfoot's pelt is a simple one, with medium length fuzzy fur and a black and white splotched pattern. His face is small with bigger sized ears and a small smudged black nose. As for his eyes, they are a grayish hazel color.

Personality:
If you ever find a dead bug in your bed, hear a fake alarm call, or find the source of snoring late in the morning, you can count on it to be Weaselfoot. This young warrior's favorite hobbies include playing tricks on everyone and breaking rules. He takes everything as a joke and being serious for him, really isn't possible. Most every cat finds him the most annoying thing that ever walked the earth, and frankly, he's fully aware of that. When he's not being...well himself, Weaselfoot is often sleeping. He's really quite lazy, only going out hunting when he absolute has too. Sleeping in late suites him much better. Weaselfoot doesn’t really have any talents, except for bothering everyone of course, he never really wants to take the time to do anything anyway. So if your looking a nice quiet cat to go hunting with, stay away from Weaselfoot. But he's always up for someone who needs a good laugh.

History:
Weaselfoot was born into what could be considered as the average family. His mother was a queen by the name of Froststep, and his father a warrior called Dustclaw. Froststep was surprised when her litter of kits turned out to be five, one of them of course being Weaselkit. From the start he was always playing tricks on his siblings, they in turn, blamed him for practically everything bad that happened to them. By the time they where apprentices, Weaselpaw, was use to being blamed for everything, and being a nuisance soon became part of his daily life. He really didn't like his brothers and sisters much, except for one, his sister Whitepaw. Whitepaw never really wanted to become a warrior and no one was surprised when she became medicine cat apprentice. Weaselpaw was discouraged a little, having wanting to train with her, but still he was proud. Together the understood each other, and helped each other out.
When he was a much older apprentice, Weaselpaw found himself interested in one of the Shadowclan apprentices, a she-cat named Jewelpaw. Of course she never noticed him, even though he did practically everything to get her attention. One gathering Weaselpaw bumped into the pretty Shadowclan apprentice, she was shocked. Nervous yet determined, he was eager to spark up a conversation, hoping that she would see him the same way he did her. But Jewelpaw saw what he was trying to do and told him that he was a Windclan apprentice, and she was a Shadowclan apprentice. This didn’t stop Weaselpaw and he continue to talk to her until she put her tail over his mouth and told him that they could never be, she didn’t want to fall in love with the clan jokester, and with that she walked away. After that night, Weaselpaw was left with a broken heart, and for a while he would speak to no one except Whitepaw. Whitepaw could see why he was upset and tried to cheer him up, of course being Weaselpaw, he could never stay sad for long and soon after was back to his normal self. A moon later he got his warrior name, Weaselfoot. He was happy, although most of the clan were determined to question why he deserved it. This didn’t bother Weaselfoot. Not long afterward, Whitepaw left to go find some herbs by herself, Weaselfoot wanted to come along but she insisted he stayed. Weaselfoot finally agreed and stayed behind. All day he waited for his sister to return, but she never did. Extremely worried, he decided to go and look for her himself. He searched Windclan territory for hours, following scent trails and calling out her name, there was never a reply. Finally Weaselfoot decided he would go back to camp and tell the Windclan leader to send out a patrol for her when suddenly he tripped over something. Not surprised since he always tripped over stuff, Weaselfoot turned to see what it was. He nearly yelped when he saw the bloody beaten body of Whitepaw, barley recognizable. Slowly he approached her, half hoping she was alive, even though he knew she was already dead. Crouching down beside her, Weaselfoot cried out to the night sky, his beloved sister he knew and loved was gone. Later, a patrol came and found him curled up beside the body, they took them both back to came and figured that Whitepaw had been attacked by a dog. After they buried the body, Weaselfoot wouldn’t speak to anyone, he had no body to talk to anymore. It took him about a moon to get over her death, and even now he thinks of his sister often, wishing that he would have gone with her. Still, Weaselfoot has gone back to being Weaselfoot, much to most cats dislike.

Role Play Sample: Not needed.

Secret Word: Whisper.

Other: I love Weaselfoot. *huggles kitty*