Shrewfur [FIN]

[whitefoot]

[Shrewfur!!]
[DEFINITION!!]

[tomcat!!]
[shadowclan!!]
[16 moons!!]
[warrior!!]

____________[LOOKS]

If I took the time to really look at Shrewfur, I would deem him a rather attractive cat. His fur is medium-length and plumey, and, although the dirty color of dead weeds, is quite soft and almost kit-like. His weed-colored (or could also be described as shrew-colored, hence his name) tabby pelt stuck out like a sore thumb in his litter of mainly gray kittens. His father and mother were both gray tabbies, too. It was the grandmother of his father's side of the family that he got his plumey brown fur and bright eyes. Well, his eyes just seem bright against his drab fur, being a very leafy green in hue.
As for his bodily features, Shrewfur has a broad head with a short snout, accented by tall, wide ears set atop is head. His build is muscular and bulging, and his plumey fur makes him seem even larger. A very intimidating opponent to be pitted against, Shrewfur's genetics are working for him when it comes to battle and brute strength. But in the same sense, his burlyness is also his enemy. He was built for power, not speed, so he finds it terribly difficult to keep up with a patrol or even a rabbit. His ginormous paws don't help either, and are more of a hindrance than anything. He trips over himself, breaks even the sturdies twig, and in that clumsy instant whatever he was hunting takes notice and flees. And being too slow and athletically incompetent, he doesn't even endeavor to pursue his prey.

____________[PERSONA]

Every she-cat's dream, and every she-cat's nightmare. Shrewfur is a hopeless romantic. Whether it's the raging hormones of a young cat or the fact that his uncle - whom he was very close to - was a lady-chaser as well, who knows, but wherever there's a she-cat Shrewfur will be not far behind. Now, tell me this: who doesn't want a sweet, muscular body-builder of a boyfriend? I wouldn't mind a guy like that! However, Shrewfur is not that guy. Oh, sure. He's sweet, a weight-lifter, a stud-muffin. The only problem is, is that he is socially incompetent. He could turn a sweetheart of a compliment like "You're as beautiful as the Moonstone in Mothermouth," into something totally horrid like "You're as beautiful as my mother's mouth,". He just gets tongue-tied sometimes and screws up what he's saying. He might be thinking something poetic and adorable and innocent, but what he says is something of a joke. Like, if he brought a she-cat a piece of prey, he might think "Hey there, babe, I caught this one for you," but once it passes his lips it sounds more like "Hey there, babe, this'un caught me for ya'," and it just ruins the moment.
Because of all his screw-ups and rejections, Shrewfur has just hidden farther and farther beneath a rock and is quickly becoming socially awkward. His confidence has dulled considerably since he was a kit, laughably wooing all the pretty queens in the nursery. But that doesn't stop him from hitting on the other warrior she-cats. And Shrewfur doesn't always screw up. Occasionally, occasionally, he can successfully woo a she-cat and seem like the perfect mate.
The next day he usually just screws it up, though.

____________[HISTORY]

Shrewfur was born into a gray family. His mother was gray, his father gray, his sister and brother and grandfather, all gray. His uncle and his grandmother are to thank for his pelt of color. Shrewfur was the odd one out from day one. First of all, he was large. Unusually large for a kit, and it was a tell-tale sign that he would be the muscle of the litter. Second, he was colorful. Practically a rainbow compared to the foggy hues of his immediate family. And thirdly.. nevermind, there is no thirdly.
Shrewfur was like any normal kit besides his size, and he still played kitten games like Leaders and whatnot. The only difference was that he had to be cautious when pouncing on someone, for more than thrice had he accidentally squashed the breath out of his playmates. But, other than that he was perfectly normal. This was not the case, however, come time for apprenticeship.
Shrewfur was given the average mentor, one who had trained a few apprentices before himself. She knew was she was doing when she took him out to hone his hunting skills, but no so with fighting. Shrewfur simply hadf a knack for winning, more because of his sheer size than intelligence or speed (or lack there of). he simply had to immobilize his sparring partner by sitting on them or pinning them down, and it was over. His large paws, although a hindrance in movement, could easily grasp the throat of another cat and cut off their windpipe, thus leaving their demise up to Shrewfur. He was beaten several times though, by his brother, who was of a far higher intelligence level than he. His brother would slip under him and latch onto his belly and kick the air out of his lungs until he begged for mercy, and the battle was over. Anyway, his mentor would usually just have him spar with another cat or herself, instead of teaching him tips and easy moves that he could already execute quite well.
Shrewfur was a bit of an admirer for his uncle, Goldenfoot, who could woo a lady with a simply, seductive glance. Shrewfur requested that, one day, Goldenfoot pass on his knowledge of lady-chasing to him. And Goldenfoot obviously aggreed. But, Goldenfoot was a better teacher than Shrewfur was a student. And even though he tried, he usually just screwed up his sexy compliments and phrases and made them sound just plain silly. Goldenfoot, however, could not continue to teach his nephew, as, on the day that Shrewfur was to become a warrior, Goldenfoot was killed by a dog that had gotten loose into the forest. So, that dreary day, Shrewpaw was declared Shrewfur in the name of StarClan. The Clan cheered for him, but that's what they always did when an apprentice became a warrior. He was no different than the countless other warriors who were once in training, nor the apprentices to come. The only one who would have genuinely cheered for him, or so he thought, was Goldenfoot, the dead womanizer congratulating him silently from his sentry in the sky.

____________[IC]

NU-UH

____________[FAMILY]

Rainpelt mother
Fogstripe father
Puddletail sister
Stonefang brother
Goldenfoot uncle
Sparroweye grandmother

____________[PASSWORD]

aurora

[whitefoot]

FINISHED, YAY

[Silver]

ACCEPTED, YAY