RootPelt ~ WindClan

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[Rootpelt ]
[[Root] –
[Pelt] – [the untanned hide or skin of an animal.]]

[Tom ]
[Windclan]
[21 Moons]
[Warrior]

____________[LOOKS]

At first glance this young tom might seem a little to sturdy to be the typical Windclan born cat, and this is seemingly true in the way he moves in battle and hunts. His body is lean, yet shows future growth in more then just long limbs. His shoulders are broad, yet his hindquarters are narrow. Giving his body an uneven and at times, unbalanced look. Yet this strange, almost awkward appearance of his does almost nothing to deter his abilities in battle or hunting. In fact he is quite quick on his feet and even as an apprentice strong enough to take on most of the playmates he went up against in training. His soft looking pelt is of a very fine shade of tan/brown, his throat bleeding white and darker muzzle sprouting white whiskers and a pleasing pink nose. His ears are narrow and come to a very rounded point upon their tips. His tail is very long, and thin, almost as if the balance it might give him helps to outweigh his larger front half. A thin streak of dark color grows steadily as it makes its way down his tail, turning the tip a very pleasant shade of earthy brown. His eyes are an extremely light and weak shade of green, looking almost grey at times, and they always seem to bear the same look no matter what hes doing.

____________[PERSONA]

Rootpelt a very reserved cat, the type who tends to keep to himself. Hes calm,and does his best to think things through when he can. But just because he tries to act like an experienced warrior doesn’t do much to change the fact that hes still young and doesn’t enjoy messing around at times. He does little to show what he feels, and many times he has been passed on as cold. He doesn’t have many friends, and those who try overly hard to get him to open up will either just be met with silence or sent away with a hiss. Though he listens and obeys his seniors without question or complaint he hates to be pushed or tricked into things. He believes respect is the main thing to act on, and in showing him disrespect you can bet he won’t forgive you anytime soon. Apart from his sometimes difficult way of interacting with others he makes following the warrior code look easy, and so far to date he hasn’t broken a single rule, even as a kit. He follows it without question, and this can sometimes lead to others dislike of his often overbearing presence when concerning the warrior code.

____________[HISTORY]

He was born a single kit to his, at times, over expectant mother. She wanted nothing less then a perfect son –and warrior- from him, and that, many would assume molded his current state of mind and possibly his persona. It wasn’t like she beat him for not impressing her, she wasn’t at all abusive to him. It was more her expression of grief when he didn’t do something to her standards, or if he did something she thought was less of him; it would cause such an ach in his chest. So if only for his mother’s acceptance Rootpelt did his best to make her happy. Becoming an apprentice was probably the best memory that Rootpelt could remember; the look of such pride on his mother’s face…
It wasn’t long after that his mother passed away, quietly in her slumber. The medicine cat couldn’t explain it, it wasn’t from any sickness, and Rootpelt’s mother had been one of the oldest cats in the clan, nearly elder-age. Rootpelt, like any kit had grieved over her, yet in a way he had also felt detached. In the end, it wasn’t long before the normal warrior life returned him to his normal self.

____________[IC]

The light of early dawn brought life to the frosted world, giving the heather and sun-baked grasses an almost unearthly look. This though, did little to deter the young WindClan warrior from his duties, he was not the type to pay much mind to such things as the strange eerie beauty of those subtle things. What he did notice was how his breath fogged before his snout at his yawns, and his fluffed coat scattered the early chill from his pelt.

Clear orbs looked to the sky as his jaws parted, the young tom bringing the still air over his scent glands silently. The frosty intake was uncomfortable, but bearable as he picked out needed scents from near and far. His movements were so methodical he didn’t seem real, his body moving with such precision that you could possibly mistake the larger cat for an experienced warrior.

As he began his morning duties it suddenly occurred to him how boring his life seemed to be -not that he didn’t love his duties and the loyalty to the clan and the warrior code it required- But a little excitement wouldn’t hurt would it? Rootpelt knew he was just thinking useless thoughts, no matter what he wanted he couldn’t change the way things happened. Or when they would happen, so, for the moment the restless tom would have to suffice with his work.

And what better place to start with then hunting? The tan warrior then busied himself with the further searching of his prey, having located a seemingly fresh trail in his previous search. The sun was rising steadily higher in the clear sky, and though Rootpelt took little notice of this it brought other changes to the world around him. The frigid frost begun to melt away, leaving in their wake liquid diamonds that glistened upon every surface in sight. Their awakening left Rootpelt’s pelt damp, and his paws wet with dew turning to earth covered. His ears twitched, his mind picking up the subtle change yet refusing to do anything about it. When did a little mud hurt you? His mind asked, and he replied with a twitch of his tail. The movement, however slight it was, sent the surrounding flora rustling and the noise grew in strength as fear-sent prickled the morning air. Rootpelt cursed under his breath, though it did nothing about the now fleeing rabbit. “And there goes a good catch.” The cat sighed. Resting his paws from their strained stealth position he sat back his haunches, taking some time to stretch his still sore muscles from the cold night’s slumber.


____________[FAMILY]

Mother – Roseclaw[Deceased] Father – Loudfang[Unknown]

____________[PASSWORD]

AURORA

[Crane]

Awesome job, FireFly! Accepted!