||TRE||Wolfscratch of Skyclan

Wolfscatch
Wolf- After his wolf-like coloring
scratch - For his fighting ability

Thirty-two Moons(as of September)

Tom

Skyclan

Warrior

Aspentail/NPC/Skyclan - Light gray-and-white she-cat with a tabby striped tail and green eyes

Smokewhisker/NPC/Skyclan - Dark gray tabby tom with green eyes

Sisters:
Sagekit/NPC/Skyclan - Light gray tabby she-cat with green eyes
Cloudyburr/NPC/Skyclan - White she-cat with dilute tortoiseshell patches and green eyes

●●●●●●●●○○ ➟ Rough

●●●●●○○○○○ ➟ Dry

●●●○○○○○○○ ➟ Smooth

●●●●●●●○○○ ➟ Soft

Short| ●●●●●●●●○○ |Long

Brief description: Gray-and-white tom with orangey amber eyes
Breed:  American Shorthair x Manx x Moggy

[Outgoing] With the help of Larkmask, Wolfscratch grew to be very social, happily wanting to talk to any cat he sees, thriving around others.  He'll generally try to be the first one to come up and talk to someone he doesn't know, wanting to be friends with as many cat's as possible.  "Life's too short to hate everyone, right?"

[Thoughtful] Wolfscratch is quite in tune with the emotions of others, and pays attention to what others say.  You mention your favorite kind of prey is a thrush?  Congratulations, you have your thrush delivery cat for the rest of your days.  Especially if you're a she-cat.

[Flirtatious] A two-way street, he has the tendency to flirt with any she-cats he meets on instinct(unless they have a mate, that is).  Sometimes he can be nice at first, friendly, and slyly putting on the moves, and other times, he'll get scratched.  This also tends to diminish his loyalty a lot to his clan, as he'll flirt with cats from other clans, even.

[Vain] He fusses over his fur constantly, especially in the presence of she-cats making sure he looks clean and handsome for them so he can pull out his sweet one-liners and flirtatious jokes.

[Easily Emberassed] If you go out of your way to really, rally embarrass Wolfscratch?  He will hide and return to his previously shy and nervous self, and even just getting mud on his fur in the presence of a she-cat can do that.  It's incredible.  Confess your love?  Boy howdy.

[Depressed] Deep down, a fierce, strong depression lays dormant within the tom, especially after the loss of his father and brother as of late.  If a plan of his fails, he will become extremely sad, and very, very self destructive.

[Orentation]
Heterosexual
[Activity]
Virgin
[Turn ons/Turn offs]
She-cats in general
Adventurers
Fiesty personalities
Cruel personality
Scary cats
Stick-in-the-muds

[Looking for]
Searching for a mate
Quick fling
Not interested

It was a freezing cold leafbare night when the kits entered the word, and as she wished, Firebreeze wasn't allowed into the den.  Not like he knew that she was giving birth, out on a night patrol.  The pregnancy went well, and Wolfkit, Cloudykit, Sagekit, and Smokekit entered the world, though the runt of the litter, Sagekit, was much too weak in the cold, passing away by morning.  Aspentail was grief-stricken, and of course, Firebreeze blamed her for his daughter's death.  Furious, knowing that there was nothing she could have done to stop what happened, she had enough of Firebreeze's cruel accusations, slicing his ear, demanding he leave her alone.  The ginger tom never visited his kits as they grew, until their fifth moon, when he snuck the three out to battle train.  Upon coming back, another scolding from their mother to their father was witnessed.  Cloudykit and Smokekit seemed scared, but Wolfkit was confused.  He'd seen the other queens and their mates in the dens before, why were his parents so mean to one another?  The shy little tom's confusion carried on, and a quiet sadness remained in his heart, even upon becoming an apprentice.

[Apprentice]
As the day the three would become apprentices grew near, Firebreeze kept insisting he mentor one of his kits, but was shot down, and finally seemed to be defeated, not going near them once again for several moons.  Cloudypaw was given her father's previous apprentice, Prickletail, who was much nicer than she thought he would be, by far.  Smokepaw was given quite the pretty she-cat, Larkmask, and quickly developed a dumb crush on the she-cat, only to be teased by his siblings.  And Wolfpaw?  He was given, to the rest of his clan, the most problematic of cats, Hallowstep.  Hallowstep was capable, that was clear, but he was obsessed, almost unheathily, with she-cats, be it in Skyclan or another clan.  He taught Wolfpaw his ways, and the tom soon grew the same obsession, always instinctively putting on the moves on other she-cats.  Aspentail at first protested this, but Owlstar insisted that it was a perfectly fine match, as the once shy Wolfpaw was now breaking out of his shell, which, honestly, was true.  Aspentail was quiet at that, accepting things as they were.  The moons quickly flew by, and the warrior's ceremony inched closer and closer.

[Warrior]
At last, the day of the Warrior ceremony arrived, Wolfpaw becoming Wolfscratch, Smokepaw becoming Smokewhisker, and Cloudypaw becoming Cloudyburr.  Aspentail seemed overjoyed with the three, congratulating them and wishing them well, but Wolfscratch couldn't help but notice from afar the sad look his father was giving from afar. Intimidated by the tom, he didn't talk to him much, or if he shared any words with him, it was only simple instructions on patrol.  The times were quiet.  That is, until the mudslide happened.  Cats were washed away, their leader died, and much destruction to the clan was brought upon by the rain.  The panic was real as he managed to escape with his mother, but horror gripped them as they realized that Smokewhisker and Cloudyburr were left behind.  Wolfscratch rushed out to find them, only to find Smokewhisker, as well as Firebreeze dead, however, Cloudyburr survived.  Listening to his sister upon her awakening, she explained at once that Smokewhisker had died easily, and she'd tried to save him, but as she blacked out, Firebreeze had saved her, then went back for Smokewhisker.  Griefstricken, the two returned, both seeing their father in a new light, and worrying about the future of Skyclan.  Wolfscratch now lives on, trying to fill the hole in his heart, turning to the lifestyle that his mentor before him had.

 | Betrayed by:

 | Dislike

 | Hate

|Mortal Enemy

| Seeks guidence from

| Relies on

| Trusts

 | Likes

  | Friend

 | Good Friend

 | Best Friend

 | Attraction

| Crush

 | Major Crush

 |Family

 |Love

| Mates

| Unsure

| Rival

| Respect

 | Admires  

| Mentor

| Apprentice

Shadowclan

none thus far

Windclan

none thus far

Riverclan

Thunderclan

Nonclan/Starclan/Dark Forest

none thus far

RP SAMPLE

[Via Kestrelfeather's Application]

The greenleaf wind blew through the forest, soon brushing through a brown-and-white tom's pelt.  He pricked his ears, tasting prey in the air.  Sweet, some prey!  Today's sure been slow.  Dropping into a hunting crouch, he crept towards the scent, soon spotting a mouse.  Licking his lips slightly, he slowly unsheathed his claws, squinting a bit, and, in a quick movement, he pounced, snapping the small creatures neck.  Kestrelfeather's lips curled up in a smile, standing up straight.  "Aw yeah, great catch!"  He shouted, but, he realized that was a mistake.  He heard a few birds overhead fly away, as well as cursing from a cat not too far away.  He'd surely scared away some poor soul's catch.  Hearing paws approach, he grabbed the mouse and fled, desperate not to get into trouble.