NAME: Cliffcrier
AGE: 94 moons
GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Male, he/him
SEXUALITY: Straight (leaning slightly towards Ace so might change?)
RANK: Head of Shelter
PERSONALITY: Generally very idealistic and unintentionally brash, oftentimes ignoring or interrupting others to communicate what he sees as the best solution to a problem. Cliffcrier struggles to let other cats have a say in anything he does, often taking charge with an empty snarl. His need for control is slowly fading, but the remnants are still there. Everything that he says should be taken at face value, as Cliffcrier is an honest (yet brutal) cat. On a bad day, he can be seen throwing himself into his work by ordering Camp Keepers around nonstop and hissing commands at some poor apprentice. While still a very practical cat, Cliffcrier may sometimes let his feelings about the other Heads get in the way of progress for the cats on Two Tree Island. This can range from simply ignoring the Prey Hunters' requests when Harrierflight looks at him the wrong way to refusing to barricade any camp entrances to protect the island from a possible flood simply because Dahliabriar suggested the idea. Although he butts heads with the others, Cliffcrier is a strong and smart cat, fit to lead the Camp Keepers. He loves to tell jokes when the other Heads aren't present, and very clearly cares for his community. While not the best with emotions, Cliffcrier is always trying to learn more about expressing himself in a way that doesn't involve endangering the island cats. (Basically, Cliffcrier is going to anger management classes!)
HISTORY: Cliffcrier was raised by his family to be adventurous and battle-ready in a distant Clan. As he grew, Cliffcrier and his sister realized that their minds never stopped wandering to distant territories, so they decided to leave their Clan to see the world. His Clan fought with him on this, but Cliffcrier was set on the idea, although his sister was less sure. After a large fight, his travelling companion/sister decided to become a kittypet and her only kit was left behind with Cliffcrier, just barely weaned. Cliffcrier decided to take in the small kit as his own, seeing as the kit no longer needed a mother's milk, and so the kit came along with Cliffcrier on his travels. The kit was raised on a travelling road, and Cliffcrier and the kit formed a nearly unbreakable bond. After the two decided it was time to finally settle down somewhere, Cliffcrier thought found the way to Two Tree Island by chance. Cliffcrier and his sister's kit have lived on Two Tree Island for most of the community's existence, joining a mere three moons after the community was established. As he arrived and became acclimated, Cliffcrier began to take up the position as a sort of leader to the cats that were always reinforcing the camp walls and dens with new material, naturally guiding him to become Head of Shelter.
APPEARANCE: Dark gray-brown tabby with amber eyes. Grayish muzzle and a claw-scar running down his lower back. Medium-long fur, often slicked down by mud or water. Frequently has twigs or leaves in his pelt. A stockier build than most, with small, hardened paws. Patches of slightly grayer fur.
MAJOR RELATIONSHIPS: Dislikes the other Heads, feels as if they're too weak or too foolish. Cares for his sister's only kit and sees them as his own child. Irritated by his "therapist" but slowly gaining trust in them.
EXTRA:
- Likes to tell stories with the elders!
- The rest of the community knows he's in the cat version of anger management classes, but Cliffcrier doesn't like to mention it a lot
- Absolutely ADORES acting out battles with the kits and apprentices
- His sister's only kit (kit he sees as his child) and his "therapist" cat are open! (May be NPC'd by me if needed :3)