Post by Winter Sunflower on Aug 6, 2015 22:42:36 GMT -5
*Name: Redfern
*Age: 58 Moons
*Gender: Male
*Appearance: Redfern is a large stocky tom, fur color ranging from a light golden color to a dark ginger. His fur is very long and tends to get tangled and caught in ThornClan territory. As his pelt color tends to be more easy to spot in the forest, Redfern prefers to stay in the camp. He has rich dark green eyes.
In-Depth Color: Redfern has the base color, ginger. Small, thin, distinct dark ginger marks cover his legs, which have shorter fur on them. The fur around his neck is a light golden- almost white- which blends with his golden fur, as does the large light ginger patch of fur on the right side, almost under his belly and touching his front right leg at the edge. Down further on the top of his back, his golden fur mixes into a rich dark ginger. His chin is a soft white against a hard russet color. Brownish red stripes mark him like a tiger and dark russet lines his ears, while white tufts of fur make his ears stand out.
*Personality: Redfern is a logical tom in the sense of often going into great details to understand things. He does not take to being a superstitious cat; and in result, does not believe in StarClan. Despite this small set back, Redfern is still a very loyal cat, respectful of his clanmates and all other cats' beliefs. Redfern, quick to react, makes desicive deductions normally at te last minute. Often they are extremely helpful. He has always been very polite to all cats. Yes a bit cold and curt, but still, very courteous and polite. Unfortunately, he is also very depressing with his set on pessimistic thoughts. Not only does Redfern spread them around, but he refuses to look on the more optimistic side, proving himself to also be very (not to mention annoyingly) stubborn. He has no mirth and really has no sense of humor. Redfern does not joke around that all much, being a stern tom. Tending to be extremely blunt, the ginger tom has a hard time conversing with other cats. That doesn't really matter to Redfern however, as he always attempts to be far away from other cats, being an introvert. He is also a bit secretive and likes to keep to himself. Redfern trusts little of cats. Or at least not enough to reveal his past to cats. The ginger tom is a very passive tom, preferring not to fight. He is not provoked easily and is vey placid and calm. Sometimes it's annoying.
*+ Logical (Sensible; Not supersitious), Quick Thinking, Polite, Respectful
*- Cold, Stubborn, Mirthless (Humorless), Pessimistic, Straight Forward (Blunt)
*; Stern (Serious), Antisocial (Solitary; Introvert), Secretive (Reserved), Placid (Calm)
*~ Slow, Clumsy, Average Fighter, Below Average Hunter, Loud and Noisy.
The truth is, because of the amount of fur which he carries, Redfern is a bit slow in terms of speed. He does better in open territory however. Redfern is prone to slip or crash into things, as he is also extremely clumsy. In closed space, Redfern has trouble in fights. It is very hard for him to do sneak attacks, as he is quite noisy. He is better at defense in the camp or any open place but not thick forests, like ThornClan`s territory. To add to Redfern`s frustration, both in open and closed territory, he sucks at hunting. It is quite lucky for him to catch anything.
Likes: Solitude; he is uncomfortable around other cats. Windy Days; it cools him down in summer. Winter; his fur keeps him warm in winter, so he does not mind it at all.
Dislikes: Thorns; anything that gets caught in his fur. Open Territory; he prefers to stay under protection, or at least feel protected. Conversating; he is awkwardly social/antisocial.
Fears: Water; it makes him highly nervous, as he once almost drowned as a kit. The only body of water he does not fear is small puddles.
Goals: Leader; he is a bit curious to see what it is like to be a leader.
Overall History: When Redfern was a kit, he was very mischievous. Not really unusual. He was extremely curious and very sly. He was known to escape camp and bring along his fellow littermates. It was one adventure that struck fear into Redfern... (1)
Redfern hadn't made much of a change to his once irresponsible behavior when he was an apprentice. The ginger tom was still very mischievous. Now that Redpaw could freely move about, he found much more mouse brained activities to do. Really mouse brained things to do... Fortunately most of them, he was caught and most of the time, kept an eye on. Most of the time. Let's see where Redpaw learns to behave... (2)
In-Depth History: (1) Redkit's shining green eyes scanned his surroundings. He could smell the scent of water. His eyes were wide with amazement. A small pool of water- large in the point of a kit- made Redkit squeal with delight, while his siblings eyed it nervously. Redkit happily plunged into the water. It was not cold, due to the hot sun beating down. Redkit, on the tom of the pool, shouted for his littermates to join him. They warily padded slowly up to the pool of waters. They allowed one paw in before jumping back. A frown from Redkit and a haughty whip of his small head made his worried siblings yowl a loud warning. Ignoring them, Redkit leaped into the middle of the pool, finding it deeper than he expected. Eyes shining with fear, Redkit's paws were moving wildly around. He felt the water coming up and him sinking down. His small weak head was bobbing helplessly in the middle of the pool, while Redkit attempted to paddle back to drier, less deep ground. It happened all so quickly. He had felt his strength leaving him when Redkit realized he was being lifted gently from the water and back into dry ground.
(2) Particularly, Redpaw doesn't like being followed. And particularly, he resisted being discovered. And even more particularly, he was having a headache about all that StarClan business. Who in the world was 'StarClan'? He had never seen 'StarClan'. What was 'StarClan'? Did it even exist. Pff. As if.
The ginger tom rolled his eyes as he heard his mentor chat constantly about StarClan. "Stupid mouse brained chattering squirrel," Redpaw muttered under his breath. He eyes his mentor warily before sneaking under the two warriors' glances and out of the camp, the wild around him running delightfully, birds chirping, and the rustling of grass.
Smirking, the ginger tom carefully stalked across the thickets and the bunches of thorns. Growling in exasperation as the thorns clung to his fur, Redpaw bolted as fast as he could out of the thorns. His fur called off in small clumps, snagged by the thorns. Redpaw ignored the pain bravely and didn't stop until he could get out of the thicket.
Redpaw gave a relieved sigh as he hurtled out of the thorns. But the scars on his body left a significant mark of what no apprentice had dared to do: Run through the thickets which no cat had named. It's name was simply just 'The Thicket'. Frowning at the thorn stuck in his paw, making it ache and hurt, Redpaw limped dropping back to camp where he was scolded many times before sent to the medicine cats den. "You should have known better! Never do that again!" His mentor had mewed sternly.
Origin of Cat: ThornClan