Thornshadow, Male Warrior of WindClan

[`s қ y . x x]

Name:
Thornshadow

Clan:
WindClan

Position:
Warrior

Age:
15 Moons

Gender:
Tom

Peltage:
Thornshadow, for a very large and bulky tom, is that of a true windclanner, being swift and fast on his paws. He is well known for looking small but when needed, rather large in battle. His eyes are a deep, thorn like brownish green, fading from emerald to hazel and giving him a very soft look.

Thornshadow's fur is rather short and that of a light brown tabby. Apart from the white marks across his chest, his lower face and nose, his front lower legs and belly. His tail is stripes with black as all tabbies and tipped with dark grey.

He would be typical if not for the small dark brown thorn-like markings on his chest.

Picture:
[[Clicky]]

Personality:
Thornshadow is a part overconfident, part charmer, and part kit.

For the overconfident bit, he does tend to swagger around and claim that he can do this, or the mouse I caught was this big. He'll boast of things like, that vole is worthy of StarClan!Or, I fought that battle like a TigerClan cat! However, this side rarely comes out, so normally Clan members are safe from this.

His charmer side is much more prominet, though. While it is quite obvious that he is to young to settle down with a mate and kits, that isn't stopping him. He'll flirt with almost anything female, as long as it moves.

But, if one of Thronshadow's most prominet traits had to be picked out of hat, it would be his kit side. He has a curiousity that won't ever die down, and many tell him that it will be the death of him one day. But it doesn't stop him, he'll stick his nose into almost anything to find out if it bites himself!

The only thing is that Thornshadow is constantly watching his back, as if always worried that someone or something will attack him behind his back.

IC:
Through the grass moved a light figure, his hazel and green eyes flickering slightly as he moved through the grass, his heart pounding as he ran, as far away as he could from the raging falmes close on his tail. He felt sorry for the small kit in his jaws as he clenched his eyes closed and bounded over a log, stopping only to look back to the burnt plain behind him.

Thornshadow looked at the kit before pelting forward, hoping to get back to windclan territory before he was spotted in loners land, with the poor kit he had rescued from the jaws of a dog.

Code:
Blood.

Yes I know, VERY bad bio XD.

[//Cindy// l u n a]

Bad? Maybe by some crazy standard in your mind - a really crazy standard! Excellent & accepted!