Finchkit of OwlClan

Name:
Finchkit

Age:
5 moons

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Gender:
Male

Breed of Cat:
Maine Coon x Norwiegen Forest Cat

Primary Clan:
OwlClan

Secondary Clan:
HawkClan

Wanted Rank:
He's a kit at the moment, but hopes one day to become a warrior.

History
Finch kit has been born and raised in his respected Clan. He hasn't known anything else outside of OwlClan

Description:
Finchkit's fur color is a mixture of brown, highlights of blonde, dark grey, and spots of white. His maw and chin are a white color while his neck and chest have highlights of a more golden brown color that brings out his more darker fur. Tufts of dark fur point out on top of his ears, similar to Lynx ears. He has two vibrant hazel green colored eyes and a black nose. He is a rather large kit, but that's expected since he's a mix of a Maine Coon and Norwiegen Forest. He has two layers of fur, an undercoat that's soft and short and an outer coat that's more rougher and longer than the undercoat. The two layers of fur cause him to look more fluffy or fat than other cats. His fur is much thicker around his neck and tail.

Personality:
Two words can only describe Finch: bad and boy. Like all kits he looks and breathes for danger, always disobeying his elders and completely stuck up. He has a problem when it comes to authority, always doing the opposite of what he was told to do. Don't take him as a fool, he is in no way stupid or dumb. He's actual a very intelligent specimen who is a total smartass. If his side dish of sarcasm isn't enough for you to blow a gasket his smart ass remarks will. He is a devilish kit who lives and thrives on mischief. As Finchkit grows older, he will become more snobbish and be a huge flirt. He's carefree and has no worries from the outside. Deep down Finchkit worries for his friends and family. Despite some of his more nasty traits Finch is actually a very loyal cat. Loyalty is a top priority to Finch and he'll stop at nothing to protect his clan and those he loves. He is a very determined kit and does what ever it takes to pursue what he wants. When he wants to be he can be very affectionate and a big sweetheart, but this happens rarely.

Theme Song:
Everbody Loves Me - One Republic

How did you find us?:
Helped create this forum

Roleplay Example:
A pale cream tabby walked towards the High Tree where his clan leader had called out a Clan meeting. Someone would be gaining their warrior name and Mosspaw just happened to know who. Shortpaw had been an apprentice for a while now and it was about time that she became a warrior. It's no hidden fact that her mentor wasn't the best of mentors, but she came out alright. Mosspaw only wondered how such a small and well... short – to put it bluntly – cat was able to accomplish becoming a warrior. Shortpaw had the odds stacked against her. Her shorter legs more than likely made running a hassle, climbing trees had to be difficult almost impossible, and he couldn't even comprehend how she managed to get the warrior moves down. Mosspaw was by no means a warriors apprentice, no, he chose the busy and rewardable life style of a medicine cat. The warrior life was like the wind, scattered and frantic, constantly changing. The medicine cat life style was like the earth, sturdy, strong, and vibrant. A constant reminder that you need to be as sturdy as the earth, as constant as the wind, and as enduring as the rivers that carve their way through the earth.

A strange analogy, but for Mosspaw it made perfect sense. Just like fishing and swimming is to VultureClan. The young apprentice stopped by the foot of the tree to hear out his clan leader. Amberstar yowled out the traditions and gave Shortpaw her new warrior name, Shortstride. Couldnt fit the young warrior any better, Amberstar. The young tom thought to himself as he watched the young warrior and his leader do the sacred bonding. Watching Shortstride reach up to lick Amberstars shoulder was almost comical. Such a short cat trying to pay her respects, but only looking hilarious. A smirk quirked his maw up at the corner at his thought. Comical indeed, Mosspaw thought. His grin was quickly whipped off his face when he decided to start the chant of Shortpaws new name, "Shortstride, Shortstride, Shortstride!" The older apprentice yowled out. After the chant Mosspaw waited to be dismissed by his Clan leader.