by Alpha* » Wed Sep 15, 2021 4:13 pm
(Making a form, nothing fancy)
Name: Fallen, FallenRains
Age: 39 moons or 3 years and 3 months
Gender: Male
Clan: Sycamore
Sexuality: Omni
Family: None
Mate: "She's dead,"
Kits: "They died too."
Rank: Warrior
Special Skills: He was trained as a healer - erm, medicine cat - before he came to this clan. A moon or two after he was born he was abandoned, and he was taken in by a group of Rouges who wanted fighters. There, he learned how to fight and be deadly, skills which he uses. One day he was angered over the killing of kits and he 'snapped' and killed the leaders of the rouges, effectively disbanding them. From then, he traveled, through human places where he used his skills as a killer - selling those skills - to the highest bidder (per se). After a while he was injured, badly, and a tomcat took him in - named Rook - who taught him that violence isn't always the answer. Fallen was taught to heal, and to hunt prey - not just cats or other predators - he lived for a while in a barn with Rook. Took a mate and had kits there, until a fox came in one day while he was out and killed the litter of three. His mate, Bird, tried to fight the fox and lost (she had been Rooks daughter, but had been raised as a kittypet). She died. When Rook died not long after nearing eleven years old Fallen walked away. He traveled again, this time healing as well as hurting. When he came across the clan wars he joined the middle clan, not because he is tired of fighting, but because he felt it would be the best place for him. That they would need him, in ways that the other two clans - Summit and Shore - would not. He came in the winter, bearing fresh kill and herbs to buy passage into the clan.
Personality: Fallen is quiet, and often looked to for advice - much like WhiteStorm. He has a soft spot for kits, and an aversion to authority. As such, he will listen to what you have to say, and may or may not argue.... before going and doing his own thing. While he has a tendency to react rather than act he thinks fast and will often change his answer while speaking. He is well trusted in his clan, but avoided by those who don't take the time to get to know him. Under his cold veneer he is charming and sweet, shy and kind and extremely uncomfortable with public speaking. He often lends a paw without being asked.
Oddities: FallenRains prefers to reside in trees, hunting, traveling and fighting from them
Other: he has no family to speak of, though he is fiercely protective of his clanmates.
Looks: he is a silver cat with lighter and darker markings in white and gray, tending to blend into his surroundings. His eyes are blue, and the male cat has extra toes (polydactyl). Though short coated he has long fur on his tail and tufts on his ears.
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