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Name: "Fallen, or Fell is what the cats who have met me before I came here called me. I wish to be known as 'FallenRains'."
Rank: Loner turned Warrior
Age: 27 moons, (Roughtly 2 and a bit years old)
Gender: Tom. Male.
Personality: FallenRains is the quiet type of cat; he is loyal... to a point, and some would call it reckless, but he does things according to the light in which he sees them. If he believes something, nothing short of a miracle would change his mind. Fell can be ruthless and vague, others tend to avoid him - which is just fine considering he likes to fight... and is good at it, very good. He is dominant, but takes orders, as long as he sees those orders as useful. Tends to be a loner, but there is no better cat for a friend. Cold, calculating, tactical. A joker when you get past his.... demeanor. Cats call his vicious and fearless, and if he takes the time to argue he'd say that 'I have fears, and I have a heart. Who do you think you ARE? You think you know me!' and stalk off, hackles raised (which means he won't fight you, as he strikes with practically no warning at all).
History(Option):Fallen was.. abandoned, before his eyes were open, to die. He was considered bad luck, being the seventh kit born in a litter, and the only one who died... and then.. didn't. His mother was a loner, his father a medicine cat, and he was raised - not by cats or humans - but by an old red hound dog who had lost her litter, by the name of "Branch." When his adopted mother died of old age he, having learned to fight, moved on. Sure, he mourned her but he was practically only an apprentice. Taken on by street cats, then distant tribes, clans, (whichever) he became the vile cat he is now. Practically evil incarnate... until he fell into love... and she died. He changed then, becoming sweeter, less outspoken, less friendly. Fell came to the Clan as a whim, to see what he could find out, and ended up staying. Liking the feel... of comrodary he'd tell you, but really of family.
Crush: ---- "Impress me."
Mate: "None."
Kits: "I have none as of yet, I would love some."
Other: FallenRains is a sweet cat, if strange.. tending to... mutter about plants when he thinks no-one is around (Fallen, from his time fighting, learned how to heal with herbs quite well.) He can hunt, but is terrible at it in comparison with others.
How Many cats are you allowed to make? (You'd know this if you read the rules): As many as I can handle!
Looks: A silver-gray tom, some would say dappled, but his shades are more of... waves. Short furred and long limbed. He is often overlooked as a threat on account of being as slight as a she-cat. Until he speaks.. or you get close... he is often called a she-cat, or apprentice. His eyes are blue-gray, like a storm, with a long tail (the fur is slightly longer on his tail), and big ears, and extra toes on his paws. Cats call his scent seductive, and he doesn't know why - so tends to roll in grass to 'make them quit smelling me like prey!'. He has a honey-coated-gravel kind of voice.
(Hope this is ok, thanks!)