Robinheart - ThunderClan [wip]

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Name: Robinkit Robinpaw Robinheart
Age: 40 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ThunderClan
Desired Rank: Warrior
Appearance:

Click for picture! Robinheart was named for his ginger-red hued pelt. He holds many colors upon him, all various hues of white and red mixed with a few frail strands of black and gray and brown. He is your average sized feline though his tail is much longer than average and frequently twitching with thought. He has very thick, long fur - an annoyance when it gets hotter out but during Leafbare it is nothing short of a blessing! His eyes are a gleaming topaz coloration - strong, compassionate, and caring. His lips and nose are pink and his eyes rimmed in black while white makes up the outer ridges and inside tufts of his ears. His tail has ginger rings on it. His paws are large and powerful with longer than normal claws that sometimes get tangled in things if he isn't careful. His voice is low and very soothing.

Personality:

Named for his kindness and compassion, Robinheart is a loyal and trustworthy feline that respects all those that deserve respect, and never tolerates those that are not worthy of his attention. He's a noble kind of guy, intelligent and willing to help out with any and all problems. He respects the other Clans in general, though his respect and tolerance for them fluctuates depending on the leaders and how they run their Clan. He doesn't approve of senseless fighting and is quick to snap at apprentices bickering. He makes it a point to always check up on the elders and the nursery, making sure that they're safe and secure. He cares for ThunderClan as much as he can, sometimes running himself into the ground. He's become completely exhausted at times because of running around doing various tasks and errands. He doesn't know when, or know how perhaps, to stop working.

History:

Robinheart had a kithood that was not unlike that of many other warriors. His parents, both well respected warriors, were very much in love and were excited to have their first litter of kits. He was the second born. First was his sister, Berryclaw, and then his brother, Browneyes. They family was very close from the start. His mother, Snow-wing, and his father, Foxheart, were very protective of their kits and raised them to be respectful and loyal. Berryclaw was the protective sister, Browneyes and fighter, and Robinheart was the fiercely loyal one. He was a near perfect apprentice, or as perfect as one can get. He never argued and always did as he was told though he struggled with battle training. Hunting was his better skill and something that he throughly enjoyed and he always remember to thank StarClan for the prey that he caught. As a warrior, he proved his loyalty time and time again. He volunteered for every patrol, cared for everyone in the camp, and patrolled the borders like his life depended on it. He offered to join any battle, more than willing to die for his Clan. It got exhausting at times, but Robinheart simply can't stop.

Relatives:

Mother: Snow-wing
Father: Foxheart
Siblings: Berryclaw (sister) & Browneyes (brother)

RP Sample:

It had been a long but mild Leaf-bare for the Clans, something that the young warrior was pleased with. Prey hadn't been that difficult to find, compared to other times of Leaf-bare, and there hadn't been much snow on that ground. It had gotten bitterly cold at times, especially at night, but the sun had shone upon the forest and warmed the pelts of the Clan cats. Robinheart had spent a number of his free days, which were few, basking in the sun, thanking StarClan for sending them the warmth. The ginger cat chuckled to himself, stretching and arching his back as his tail flicked from one side to the other and then back again, eyes narrowed up at the sky. There were a few clouds blocking most of the sun's rays but a number of them were still filtering in through the light green buds that were growing on the forest trees. He sighed in delight, padding nonchalantly down the trail that lead around the perimeter of ThunderClan's territory. It was warm out but not too warm for him to be uncomfortable with his abnormally thick pelt, another thing that he was thankful for, but there was no doubt that come Greenleaf he would be dreading doing anything. He chuckled, shaking his head as he smiled and scented the air around him, jaws parted to expose the scent glands on the roof of his mouth. There were no scents of enemy Clans nearby and all that he could take in were the bountiful mice that scurried around the forest floor, trying to hide from birds of prey and felines, their only two natural enemies in this area. Robinheart paused in his walk, curling his tail above his body before lowering himself into a hunter's crouch. Hunting was something that he excelled at and he figured it was best to bring back some food for the Clan rather than come back with empty paws.

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