Skyleaf

[dove]

Name: Skyleaf
Age: 36 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Deputy
Clan: FreeClan

Eyes: Skyleaf has piercing light blue eyes. They are the clear blue of a perfect summer's day, with no clouds to be seen. They twinkle with laughter often, but can flash in anger.
Pelt: Skyleaf is mostly dark gray, with a white chest and tail. His fur is short, and soft, but he has bigger things to worry about than keeping his fur in prime condition. Like helping Gingerstar run the Clan, for example. Not that he's dirty and matted, but it's just not a top priority for him, unlike some she-cats.
Body: Skyleaf maybe isn't the biggest of toms, but he's compact, sturdy, and strong. There isn't much that can knock him over. His claws are long and sharp, his tail long and flexible, his teeth fierce, his ears alert, and his eyes clear.



Personality: Similar to the way his body is built, Skyleaf is sturdy and dependable. Nothing much fazes him, he takes everything in stride. Living one day at a time is enough for him, he never asks anything more. He loves to laugh and joke, and is known to make a sarcastic comment once in a while. He's very relaxed and welcomes everyone. But in battle, Skyleaf is a fearsome opponent. His loyalty runs so deep that he takes every wound suffered by his Clanmates personally. His small size is made up for by his speed and agility, which he uses to his advantage.
History: (when I have more time)

Kin: None living
Mate: Not yet
Offspring: Not yet
Mentor/Apprentice: Not yet (even though he's technically supposed to have had one to become Deputy?)

Roleplayer:
Roleplay Sample:
Dovewing crouched low in the undergrowth, fighting to keep her tail tip from twitching. The mouse that she was stalking was as yet unaware of her presence. But it will be, she thought bitterly. It was only a matter of time until she messed up and sent the mouse scampering for safety. Or maybe, this would be one of those rare hunting trips where she might manage to kill her prey...

It wasn't that Dovewing was clumsy. It was just that she lacked the patience that was required for stalking prey. Her strengths lay in open battle, where swiftness and split-second decisions were required. She just wasn't born to lay in wait and let events unfold. Dovewing needed action.

She crept forward, remembering to keep her weight light on her paws. She knew the whole mouse feels you, rabbit hears you drill, but it never seemed to matter. The silver she-cat floated through the undergrowth, and tensed her muscles to spring. One more pawstep... Dovewing sprang, but her tail swept the ground as she was taking off and the brittle leaves crackled. The mouse turned to run, and then her claws barely managed to snag its tail. Rejoicing, Dovewing finished it off quickly and paused to snatch up the squirrel and sparrow she had buried earlier before padding back toward the rest of the hunting party, her tail held high.

I may be a warrior, but that doesn't mean I'm perfect. And right now, catching three pieces of fresh-kill in one go is quite an accomplishment for me!

[Gingerstar]

When it is finished it is accepted. ^_^