Desertthorn

[rainfur]

Name: Desertthorn
Age: 29
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan:Freeclan

Eyes: His blue eyes can be frightening and underestimated and wonder what his sad blue eyes have been through.
Pelt:His has soft, very thick but not quite fluffy fur. His fur is sandy colored with black and white blended into it. His chest, paws, and muzzle are all pure white. He has black stripes that are shaped like claw marks. He has a black line from his eye to his nose that he calls his permanite tear.
Body: His head is wider than his huge body. Giant ears stretch out of his head, twitching at every noise. He is small in overall size compared to the rest of his clan mates. His skinny tail is as long as his head is wide. His long tail is used often to lash angrily at a cat he doesn't enjoy being with.


Personality:He is very personal and touchy about almost everything you would say to him. It doesn't take much to set this cat on a spitting rampage. You just don't say anything to insult him, and you'll be his best friend. First impressions mean every little thing to him. He believes that he is the best fighter in the clan besides the leader and it's deputy. He doesn't back off from any challenge. Inside his heart is filled with softy love, but he will never show that off ever in public. He talks all the time about killing cats before joining the clan, but he did no such action.
History:

He was born in the clans, but he doesn't quite know it. He thinks his family abandonded him at birth. He made his way as a rouge, not knowing he was apart of the clans.

He met several different UN-friendly cats, all making fun of his head, ears, paws, tail, anything they could possibly think of. He showed that it didn't bother him at all, and he chased down the cats. He clawed in fury, spitting and cussing the cats out. He showed that the comment was nothing more than a fly in the wind. Inside, he was hurt every time a name spat out of him. After a long time, cats would run every time they saw set their eyes upon him. Because of this, he began to feel lonely and unwanted.

One day in when he was about 13 moons of age, he saw a beautiful she-cat, who was, in different ways, a lot like him. She didn't take anything from anyone. She was tough, but soft and gentle. Her scent was as light as the scent of a newly sprouted rose. He threatened to chase her off as he always did. The she-cat didn't run, but observed that Desert had no friends or family watching and living with him. It was as if she could see though him and saw the good in him and what he could do. She invited him to join the clans. At the first thought, Desertthorn laughed and spat at the stupid ignorant she-cat. Then she talked more about it, cats helping one another.

He gave it a few days of thought. He weighed of positives and negatives. Nothing would be the same if he joined. He would have to fight and hunt for others. He would have to take over, not be as free as most. Then he thought of when he would become an elder, and couldn't take care of himself anymore. Finally, he joined Brightclan. It was nothing like his rouge parents told him it would be. It was caring and giving, cats helping one another. Naturally, it took a long time for the cats to warm up to Desertthorn, but eventually, he was accepted. After learning the ways and warrior code he understood why rouges hated the clans so much. It was because the clans chased them and threatened off their land. After a certain amount of time, he did the same. Even after this life changing event, his personality of being big and bad carried with him.


Kin: (All unknown) Icetail and Cherrystar (brothers) Dawncloud (sister)
Mate: none
Offspring: none
Mentor/Apprentice: none

Roleplayer:
Roleplay Sample:

[Gingerstar]

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