Username: Dream of Eternity
Cat's Name: Sparrow
Gender: Male
Age: 11 Moons
Species: Winged Cat
Flock: Medecinal Flock
Position: Male Commander
Personality: When you first meet him, Sparrow is a kind and gentle cat. He tries to be nice to everyone, but a certain few cats do not click with him. To these cats he is a bit more withdrawn; they bring out his "business side". He certainly has his opinions and views of other cats and, although he keeps most of them to himself, he will confide these views to those he trusts. Understands how cats- winged or not- think and can act upon what he assumes they will do. He loves to help other cats, and always does what he thinks is right in his eyes. Sparrow is very sweet, possibly to the point that he is gullible and vulernable to tricks and traps.
Physical Description: Sparrow's pelt is a golden brown tabby color. He sometimes blends in with the smooth brown pebbles on the shore if the light hits him right. His wings are a beautiful golden color, speckled with Carmel brown. His wings are smaller then a normal winged cats' due to birth defect, so he can only hover instead of take to the air. Also, his right back leg is crippled. The leg twists at an odd, painful angle and is smaller and thinner then his other legs. This causes him to limp, and he is unable to do anything save live the peaceful life of a cat in the Medecinal Flock.
Skills: He is very knowledgable of herbs, and he can understand cats very well.
Weaknesses: He cannot fight or hunt very well at all due to his legs and wings. He is also exceedingly sweet to the point that he is gullible.
History: Sparrow's mother did not expect to be bearing kits. When she found out, she became frantic and took herbs to kill the kits before anyone could stop her. So when Sparrow was born, it was rather unexpected. The yew had ravaged his body, ruining any chances for him to become a glorified Protecter or Hunter. Instead, he was almost forced into the Medecinal Flock. He excelled with herbs and patients, and in no time became the Male Commander. As a Kit he could do nothing but longingly watch the other kits frolic and play, while he himself was confined to the crippled body he had been born with. His injury is a touchy topic because of this.
Family/Kin: His mother died of sickness when he was Training, and his father is unknown. Sadly, His other siblings were killed by the herbs.
Crush/Mate: None, he can't imagine a she-cat would ever love him.
Other: If you come across a funky word, it is my iPad's spellcheck most probably xD
Roleplaying Sample. Sparrow sat in the Sun, resting in a rare idle moment. He was forever wreathed in a soothing herbal scent, and this showed particularly prominently on this day. The sight of kits playing sent a knife
stabbing through his heart, but he kept his face impassive. From years of veiled ridicule and suffering, he had learned never to show his emotions. It only provided more fuel for the insults and glances. He sighed softly, pushing the thoughts away. Enjoy peace while you have it, Sparrow He told himself sternly. With that, he closed his eyes and forced himself to relax.
Cat's Name: Sparrow
Gender: Male
Age: 11 Moons
Species: Winged Cat
Flock: Medecinal Flock
Position: Male Commander
Personality: When you first meet him, Sparrow is a kind and gentle cat. He tries to be nice to everyone, but a certain few cats do not click with him. To these cats he is a bit more withdrawn; they bring out his "business side". He certainly has his opinions and views of other cats and, although he keeps most of them to himself, he will confide these views to those he trusts. Understands how cats- winged or not- think and can act upon what he assumes they will do. He loves to help other cats, and always does what he thinks is right in his eyes. Sparrow is very sweet, possibly to the point that he is gullible and vulernable to tricks and traps.
Physical Description: Sparrow's pelt is a golden brown tabby color. He sometimes blends in with the smooth brown pebbles on the shore if the light hits him right. His wings are a beautiful golden color, speckled with Carmel brown. His wings are smaller then a normal winged cats' due to birth defect, so he can only hover instead of take to the air. Also, his right back leg is crippled. The leg twists at an odd, painful angle and is smaller and thinner then his other legs. This causes him to limp, and he is unable to do anything save live the peaceful life of a cat in the Medecinal Flock.
Skills: He is very knowledgable of herbs, and he can understand cats very well.
Weaknesses: He cannot fight or hunt very well at all due to his legs and wings. He is also exceedingly sweet to the point that he is gullible.
History: Sparrow's mother did not expect to be bearing kits. When she found out, she became frantic and took herbs to kill the kits before anyone could stop her. So when Sparrow was born, it was rather unexpected. The yew had ravaged his body, ruining any chances for him to become a glorified Protecter or Hunter. Instead, he was almost forced into the Medecinal Flock. He excelled with herbs and patients, and in no time became the Male Commander. As a Kit he could do nothing but longingly watch the other kits frolic and play, while he himself was confined to the crippled body he had been born with. His injury is a touchy topic because of this.
Family/Kin: His mother died of sickness when he was Training, and his father is unknown. Sadly, His other siblings were killed by the herbs.
Crush/Mate: None, he can't imagine a she-cat would ever love him.
Other: If you come across a funky word, it is my iPad's spellcheck most probably xD
Roleplaying Sample. Sparrow sat in the Sun, resting in a rare idle moment. He was forever wreathed in a soothing herbal scent, and this showed particularly prominently on this day. The sight of kits playing sent a knife
stabbing through his heart, but he kept his face impassive. From years of veiled ridicule and suffering, he had learned never to show his emotions. It only provided more fuel for the insults and glances. He sighed softly, pushing the thoughts away. Enjoy peace while you have it, Sparrow He told himself sternly. With that, he closed his eyes and forced himself to relax.
