Crowtail // Warrior//Coastclan (Done)

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Crowtail

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: Crowtail

AGE: 20 moons

GENDER: Tom

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

ALLEGIANCE: Coastclan

RANK: Warrior



FAMILY:

• Npc

• Npc

APPEARANCE

FULL DESCRIPTION: HERE

Crowtail is a bit smaller than most toms. He's slightly shorter than many of the males his age and he is as well a good deal slimmer as well, with a body that looks more tailored towards agility than strength. Likewise, he is covered with a pelt of short,sleek, black fur, off-setting his pale yellow eyes.




SHORT DESCRIPTION: HERE

A small, black, tom with pale yellow eyes.

PERSONALITY

Crowtail is a loyal yet incredibly vain tom who seems to think of himself as being more important than he really is. He holds himself higher than he does his clanmates and often annoys them with numerous remarks on how 'great' he is. He's a real big braggart that just can't seem to stop chattering about his 'accomplishments' despite the fact that most of the time those accomplishments of his aren't even really worth talking about.

Despite this he does love his clan, and he does everything in his power to help out where he can. He even bares a protective side for his clanmates that rears it's head whenever danger is near. When those he cares about are in danger he's liable to become more reckless, flinging himself into the heat of battle headfirst without a second thought or volunteering to take on dangerous tasks to help find the cure to a new illness. There isn't much this young warrior won't do for the ones he loves, and those who get close to him will learn that the hard way.

HISTORY

Crowkit was an only kit, growing up with an absent father and an overbearing mother who always praised his every deed. So it only made sense that this was the beginning of his egotism. The kitten was fed on tales of brave warriors and great battles for the majority of his youth, sparking a love for the idea of being a warrior at a young age. He wanted to be like the cats he heard about in elder's tales, great and fierce, taking care of and protecting his beloved clan to his very last breath. It all sounded like such great fun.

Apprenticeship however, was not what he'd been hoping. Instead of participating in great battles and saving the clans he was stuck learning how to fight and hunt. It wasn't nearly as exciting as he'd hoped it would be. The sparring he'd done with other apprentices did help ease his disappointment a bit, but he was restless for the rest of his training.

It wasn't until he was a mere moon away from his warrior ceremony when reality came crashing down on him. He had been placed on a patrol with his mentor with the simple task of renewing the scent markers for the clan's borders. Everything had gone fairly well until they were ambushed by a hungry fox. The small patrol was quickly overpowered and at his mentor's urging, Crowpaw ran back to camp to get help. By the time help had arrived though, only one other cat was left alive, badly injured and struggling to stand and fight the beast.

The fox was killed and Crowpaw was left with a feeling of guilt in his heart. He felt like he had failed the others who were lost that day, that if he had only been stronger he would have been able to stop it. In the end he resolved to do better, he would do whatever it took to keep his clan safe. And he carried the memory of that day with him, even after he had become a warrior.