Post by 《∞♛𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖♛∞》™ on Jun 6, 2016 2:47:49 GMT -11
Name: Tattered Wings of the Raven (Raven)
Age:26 Moons
Appearance:
Gender: Tom
Tribe: Tribe of Gushing Geysers
Position: Hunter
What position you were born into (Guards or Hunters, can change as you grow up): Hunter
Family:
Pale Wind that Brushes Whiskers (Pale) - white shecat with soft blue eyes
Talon on Falcon's Foot (Falcon) - black tom with amber eyes
Personality: Calm, quick-witted, and hard-to-trust, but also quite the wise-crack to those around him, he does know how to play the shecats, but doesn't often do it unless they're close enough to know he's kidding around... mostly.
History:
Tatteredraven was born into the tribe, a lone kit in his family's only litter. Born to a family of hunters, and with the body and coloring for it, he was destined to become a hunter, and so he did just that, training and training until his lean muscular frame allowed him to take down the nastiest of hawks nearly on his own.
His family was quite dysfunctional, with his mother wanting him to be a guard and his father desperate to train him to hunt, he never had a day go by where everyone in his family wasn't fighting. This made him quite wary and difficult to gain the trust of, unfortunately, which further distanced him from his tribe mates and made him take risks such as bringing large birds down completely on his own.
However, he learned how to play the ladies from one of his only friends who ended up dying in a landslide, but he never really had any use for that skill unless he was teasing. He understood that his looks were... preferred, but had never really thought of anyone that way. Instead, he opted for smarting off at anyone who tried to get to close, and keeping a close guard around his heart.
Age:26 Moons
Appearance:
Gender: Tom
Tribe: Tribe of Gushing Geysers
Position: Hunter
What position you were born into (Guards or Hunters, can change as you grow up): Hunter
Family:
Pale Wind that Brushes Whiskers (Pale) - white shecat with soft blue eyes
Talon on Falcon's Foot (Falcon) - black tom with amber eyes
Personality: Calm, quick-witted, and hard-to-trust, but also quite the wise-crack to those around him, he does know how to play the shecats, but doesn't often do it unless they're close enough to know he's kidding around... mostly.
History:
Tatteredraven was born into the tribe, a lone kit in his family's only litter. Born to a family of hunters, and with the body and coloring for it, he was destined to become a hunter, and so he did just that, training and training until his lean muscular frame allowed him to take down the nastiest of hawks nearly on his own.
His family was quite dysfunctional, with his mother wanting him to be a guard and his father desperate to train him to hunt, he never had a day go by where everyone in his family wasn't fighting. This made him quite wary and difficult to gain the trust of, unfortunately, which further distanced him from his tribe mates and made him take risks such as bringing large birds down completely on his own.
However, he learned how to play the ladies from one of his only friends who ended up dying in a landslide, but he never really had any use for that skill unless he was teasing. He understood that his looks were... preferred, but had never really thought of anyone that way. Instead, he opted for smarting off at anyone who tried to get to close, and keeping a close guard around his heart.
