Thumblord - Wallabyfang

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Name: Wallabyfang

Age: 18 moons

Gender: Male

Clan: ThunderClan

Rank: Warrior

Appearance: He has a long muzzle, with a pinkish-brown nose. The fur surrounding it is a soft brown, darker than blond. He still holds the appearance of a young, uneducated tom. His eyes are a deep watery blue and could betray his thoughts or keep them locked away depending on his mood. His ears, small and slender with the insides the same colour as his nose. His pelt itself is a brown but each time it is described to a different cat it changes. Ranging from the darkest brown of a tree to the light auburn of an autumn leaf. His legs have brown fuzz with a slight hint of white in them. His appearance seems to ease those around him, as he holds himself loosely, as if not caring what those around him think and plan to do.

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Personality: Light-hearted and mischievous would be two words that fit him perfectly. Wallabyfang is your archtypical good guy. He believes the Warrior Code should be followed, yet thinks that sometimes to maintain peace the rules should be swayed. He is not lazy, just carefree. He enjoys entertaining the other cats. Often making smart comments. He gives off an aura of trust and comfort to those around him
While he is light-hearted on the outside, inside he is calculating. He listens to what the others have to say before he speaks. He chooses his words carefully, preferring to think before he speaks. He quickly identifies those he can, and those he can't trust. Often silently taking notes on the actions of others. Collecting information and predicting on what his comrades will do next.
He abhors violence, preferring every other course of action before resorting to physical harm. But do not let that deceive you, he is a very competent fighter when he needs to be.
He ignores any insults aimed at him, believing them to be petty. Yet he will not tolerate those aimed at the ones he loves. He is hurt most easily from the betrayal of those close, whether Clan or brother, it makes no difference, to him, every member of ThunderClan is his family.
He has no aspirations for power or influence, merely wanting to live his life the Warrior way.
He enjoys – Sunning, stories told by the elders, dreams, Hunting.
He dislikes – Violence, betrayal, patrols, Twoleg Monsters.
Favourite Food – Mouse
Least favourite food – Things from the bottom of the pile.

History: He was born in Australia and as a kit he used to chase the small wildlife, pretending he was a hunter stalking through a forest. When he was around 8 moons old, his Twolegs moved (along with him) to Great Britain. One day when he was exploring his new surroundings, he was chased by a dog into the Forest. He happened upon a ThunderClan patrol, he explained the situation to the Cats and was delighted to hear what Warrior life sounded like. That day he swore he would one day become a Warrior Cat.
Sunrise the next morning, Wallabyfang proved he could be of use to the clan by killing two mice, a thrush and a squirrel. He was then inducted to the Clan as the Apprentice Wallabypaw (He gained this name by telling the clan about the Australian wildlife and how his pelt resembled a Wallaby’s). After he finished his training, he became the warrior known – and loved – as Wallabyfang.

IC: Wallabyfang prowled through the forest, taking in the sights and wonders he could see everyday. The crisp morning scent touched the air. He stalked aimlessly for a while before picking the scent of a nearby squirrel. “How delightful, a catch already.” He purred to himself quietly. The squirrel didn’t even notice he was there. A flash and the squirrel was no more. He hid it so no predators would steal it and moved on.
Hunger stabbed at his belly, yet his Warrior honour would not allow him to eat any of the prey he could catch. When just that second, a mouse ran right in front of him and out of sight. Instantly, Wallabyfang dropped down, stalking the mouse silently, treading lightly, following the mouse’s movements with his eyes. A second later, the mouse was limp.
“I guess that’s enough for now” he sighed gathering up his kill and returned to Camp. When he arrived he dropped his catch on the fresh kill pile and lay down on his favourite spot; just where the sun bloomed through the trees surrounding the clearing yet didn’t blind him so he could watch the daily goings-on of the clan and its life. He did not miss his Twolegs. This was his home

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