Cloudpatch :: Nightclan

[Grady]

Name: Cloudpatch

Age: 13 Moons

Rank: Warrior

Gender: Male

Alliance: Nightclan

Appearance: Cloudpatch is a mainly white tom cat; mind you, as a wild cat, his fur isn't exactly pure white all of the time. With a not too short, not too long coat length, bits of dirt and grime seems attracted to him magnetically. He often spends hours licking himself clean in preparation for special meetings - he's learned that looking impressive and neat for gatherings and such.

He get's his name, however, from the grey-smoke colored patches that marr his snowy white fur in now discernable pattern. His markings, techinically known as harliquin patches, look a bit like storm clouds with rounded edges. Rather than being a sky-blue, which would almost be apropriate for a sky-named cat, his eyes are a cloudy grey-yellow...like a sun behind those similar storm clouds. Other than that, he seems remarkably unscathed - having never really faced down a dangerous battle. He is rather handsome; a fine specimen of average tomness.

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Personality: Without many cares in the world, Cloudpatch marches around like he owns the clan. Many cat's don't mind his bravado and his overly bossy maneuvers, because he is also a charismatic; and not many cannot smile when he is smiling. This tom is remarkably coy, and while he seems very pushy towards younger cats, and even some of his betters when he is feeling particularly foolhardy, he is loyal to a fault to Nightclan's leader. He may cross the line at many instances, but he'd die for his clan, true.

Perhaps his biggest fault, however, is his overexhuberant love for the ladies. Without a battle scar on his pelt, and with his average looks and pretty markings, he sincerely believes he is Starclan's gift to she-cats. He seems destined to never settle down with just one lady - though perhaps the first she-cat to cow him will earn his respect. His attempts at chivalry, however, come off more often than not as pretentious chauvanism, and any self-respecting warrior she-cat would probably love to rake him between the years. The softer, motherly types however, would probably puddle at his paws.

What he wants most out of his life now, however, is to have an apprentice. This may not be the best choice, though. Cloudpatch has a tendency to shoot his mouth off, and there is no doubt in anycat's mind, that if he were to get his paws on a impressionable young apprentice tom, he'd warp the poor little guy into a hotheaded don quan - just like him.

History: Cloudpatch was not born into the clan. Instead, he was born to a loner she-cat named Fern. Fern, having no real ties to anyone, and who never really wanted kits anyways, abandoned her three little kits on Nightclan territory. Before the litter was found, the two smallest died. All that was left to be found by a Nightclan patrol, mewling his little head off, was him.

Well, lucky for him, one of the wet-furred warriors was a tom by the name of Yarrowfang. Yarrowfang and his mate, Kitewing, had recently had their first litter of kits - but their runt, the tiny Ruekit, had passed away. Kitewing was distraught over the loss of her sickly baby - so when Yarrowfang found the mud-coated kit half frozen in a ditch, her pleaded it's case before the clan leader, in order to give it to his family to raise. Seeing as the kit was only, well, a kit, it was allowed, and his new mother named him Cloudkit.

Other than the situation of his abandonment, from that point on, Cloudkit was brought up as a regular clan cat. When apprenticed, he was given under the control of a warrior named Tigerspirit, and he soon grew as strong as a good warrior. He has recently been named a full young warrior, and is doing anything and everything to flaunt his new power and manly prowess.

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