Ruddyfur[of]WindClan

[Stealth [Icy]]

Name: Ruddyfur
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: WindClan
Description:

Ruddyfur is a Somali. He is a medium sized cat with a body of a foreign type, but not extreme. He is lithe and graceful, but is well muscled. His back is slightly arched. He has long legs with small, oval tufted paws. His tails thick at the base and slightly tapering, with a full brush. His head is a slightly rounded wedge with no flat planes and all lines gently curving. There is a slight rise from the bridge of his nose to his forehead. His ears set well apart to wards the back of his head. His eyes are almond shaped, large, brilliant, and expressive, and colored gold. His coated is a ruddy color and is soft to the touch, full, silky, and fine texture, but dense.

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Personality:
A very friendly tomcat. He is very intelligent. He is very outgoing, and loves company, hates being left alone for great lengths. He has a quiet voice. He is very active, and loves to hunt. He is very kind and affectionate. Has a soft side for kits and queens. He is a very loyal tomcat and would fight till the end for his Clan. He can snap, but he not known to, and when he does there usually good reason for it. He hates when his Clanmates constantly annoy him and nag him.
History:

Ruddyfur was born to two loners, his father was called Raven, and his mother Feather. He doesn't know much about them, other then that they lived around the Twoleg Place and ate kittypet food. He found WindClan when he ran away from his parents and siblings after a huge fight. Not accepting him at first, they put him to a task. He had to catch a rabbit from theirn territory at the heart of Leaf-bare. After many, many tries and many days, he found a weak rabbit, slow and old, and caught it. He brought it back to WindClan, they accepted him. He trained as an apprentice-warrior. Seven mooons later he received his warrior name. He secretly sees his mother still, so far no one knows about...

IC:

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The seal point tabby Birman stalked slowly. He wasn't a great hunter, but he enjoyed do it. The mouse was nibbling on a nut a the base of the tree. Will be my first catch of the day... He thought, licking his maw. He inched close, all the weight in his haunches, his muscles tense for when he would pounce on the mouse, killing it with his powerful claws.

So far was good, the mouse hadn't seen him. He grinned. He was ready to leap now, a mouse-length away-- perfect. He flexed his claw, and felt them was with the dirt. He sprang. My first catch of the day... He thought with a smile, looking down at the limp mouse. He picked it up, walked over to a tree, dug a bit, then place the mouse in the hole. this told other to keep away.

He took in the warm new-leaf air. He could tell his Clanm-mates were nearby, he could smell it. He looked around, trying to find a cats figure. The scent slowly washed away. The sun was settting.

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[untilthis.echo]

Ah! I love somalis! =3 Mossstorm is one! Anyways, good job Icy!

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