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-CROWFALL-
❝ Heed the call of the crows for they herald death.❞
THE BASICS
name
crowfall
crow- for his pelt
fall- for his eyes like leaf-fall
gender
tom
orientation
bisexual/ homoromantic
age
38 moons
rank
sorcerer
apprentice
softpaw
personality
- serious, confidant,
prickly, loyal
build
a slender lithe build
fur color
jet black
eyes
a deep orange hue
kin
-father: Ravensong (deceased)
-mother: Graythorn (???)
-brother: Owlkit (deceased)
-sister: Sparrowclaw (deceased)
-half-sister: Sunpaw (alive)
friends
- open
- open
- open
mate
forbidden
crush
- tbd (open)
kits
forbidden
theme
x
notes
- pm or post if you'd like
for him to be related
crushing, friends or foes. c:
-HISTORY-
Born to Coalclan when the community was prosperous and full of light, the young jet black kit of those early days was a reserved and inquisitive individual. His desires laid not with marauders and their brute strength, but with the sorcerers who communed with the ancient ancestors of old and valued knowledge above all else. Because of this, he was taken as a sorcerer's apprentice, an honor to be sure, and one that he has put his heart and soul into to this day. His mind always thirsts for the unknown it seems. To study the stars and their patterns, to read the signs of their ancestors, to heal and tend to the sick and feeble, and most important of all, to converse and guide the emperors and their heirs through times of trouble and doubt. It seems that time is now more than ever...
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Rarely one to joke, and perhaps often a bit too serious and prickly for many, Crowfall is a realist in every sense of the word. He favors practicality and common sense when it comes to tending to those who come to him for aid or advice. Which often leads him to chastising those of his clan who cause themselves injuries that perhaps could have been easily avoided if one watched where they put their eager paws. The slender healer does, however, have his rare moments of ease and merriment. Very rarely, though, and often only in private of course. Some say that the feline has shared a faint smile or soft chuckle to those whom he considers close.
Direct and ever the brutally honest one of his clan, Crowfall is unafraid to voice his opinions on matters that present themselves as being foolhardy or brazen, even to the royals. He sees no sense in any clanmate risking needless injuries when they need them fit and strong for the coming long nights. However, such a trait of his is not usually seen as a favorable one. Crowfall has always had a sharp tongue for such things, one that often causes him to simply state the cold harsh truths of the matter to his clanmates where perhaps a more gentler approach is needed. He was never one to sugarcoat the simple facts of the matter, and as such, is often perceived as uncaring and cold upon first impressions. Such things could not be further from the truth, however...
Perhaps his one redeemable trait and one that very few ever question of the slender sorcerer. Crowfall is loyal to his clan... almost deathly so. Though he may be a sorcerer by title, he has fangs and experience in fighting and hunting like any other predator raised in the harsh wilds of their home. He will not hesitate to fasten his jaws upon an enemy, though he prefers more tact in doing so. There are many that often underestimate the sleek and agile form of the dainty healer. Deception is his strangest asset, as so many are but all too trusting to allow an offer of aid should they be his foe. Crowfall is no novice to death, after all. He has watched with reserved despair as many young and old have passed due to his limitations with their ancestors currently. However, he will not stand idly by in this eternal darkness as his clan slowly fades. Even if he must reach up into the heavens to drag them back to them, Crowfall will do whatever is necessary in the end.






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