Post by ~Clearsky~ on Jun 18, 2014 19:44:00 GMT
FINCH
Name: Finch
Clan: None
Age: 26 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Loner
Appearance: He is sleek in appearance, and due to his litheness and agility, he can walk almost silently with perfect balance. His fur is a glossy midnight black, albeit slightly fluffy. He's actually a tuxedo cat, so he has white on his toes, stomach, neck, and muzzle- but not his chin- as well as a white line that leads up between his ears before trailing off. His eyes are hazel, sometimes looking more green, other times brown, and in the right light, gold. He has a long, slender tail, with a white tip.
Personality: He's a naturally cynical person, with enough sarcasm in him for a whole Clan. Consequently, most cats that he meets are put off by his dry commentary and criticism, so he almost always is alone. He has a large index of comebacks, as well as a large vocabulary, and he isn't afraid to use either one. However, on the flip side, he refuses to let any cat get hurt or walk needlessly into danger, so long as he has a say in it. He considers himself to be a healer and a fighter- he can pass with his knowledge of both, but he doesn't specialize in either.
History: He was born and raised in the other side of WindClan's hills, hence his sleek but strong build, his balance, and his speed. As he grew up, his parents didn't really talk about the Clans. The Clans weren't idolized, but they weren't scorned or hated either, leading to his current the-Clans-can-do-whatever-they-want-because-I-don't-give-a-mousetail attitude. His parents started to let him do his own thing when he was about 10 moons old. A few moons later, he left home, yearning to travel and to go wherever the wind took him. There had to be more to the world than gorse bushes and rabbits. He headed away from the Clans for a long time, settling down sometimes for a night, and sometimes for a moon. When he reached the base of the mountains, he turned around and came back, doing the same thing as before. When he was about 20 moons old, he arrived at RiverClan territory, but didn't like the wetness. He longed to feel the wind tug at his fur; to stand on the flat rolling hills of his first home. A few more nights took him to WindClan, where he was chased out immediately. But that didn't stop him from settling down in the hills.
Other: He currently has a den just outside of WindClan territory, and occasionally makes excursions into their territory if he feels like it. After a while, he will move to the barn and live with Nyx.