Post by lighdramon on Jul 30, 2009 21:19:26 GMT -6
ROOKFUR
RANK: Junior Warrior.
GENDER: Tom.
AGE: Twenty-five moons.
AFFILIATION: CloudClan.
APPRENTICE: None, currently.
MATE: None, currently.
KIN:
- Blacktail (father, deceased)
- Grousewing (mother, deceased)
- Russetclaw (brother, living)
APPEARANCE:
Rookfur's appearance can seem rather outlandish at first, in comparison to other more "fluffy" cats. It's mostly due to his ears, which are large and triangular, and his eyes, which are wide and glassy amber in colour. Combined with his small and skinny body and long legs, not to mention his very short and fine black fur, he looks like a rat (or, in the very least, some sort of Chihuahua-cat hybrid).
The rest of his body is at least "normal" or "average". His whiskers are an optimum length for tracking and searching, which should make him a good hunter (but they don't, thanks to how spacey he is). He has a tail that's also average, which isn't too hard to achieve (seeing as it hasn't been completely or even partially torn off).
Rook doesn't have any body scars either; he's never really fought a battle. Only play-fought or trained with the other apprentices and warriors, and those fights were with sheathed claws. The most damage he's ever done would have been directed to his prey. The prey he managed to catch. At least he can run fast with those long legs of his.
PERSONALITY:
Rookfur isn't your "average" feline in terms of personality, either. The silly cat, though he's supposed to be a warrior, has a habit of dozing off or daydreaming avidly. What does he daydream about? Exploration, adventure, and discovery! He daydreams even while he's supposed to be off doing something important, such as hunting for his fellows or patrolling the newly founded borders. Even his brother, a close friend of his, sometimes wonders why Rook didn't end up as the Medicine Cat, or at least the Medicine Cat's apprentice, because of his dreamy tendencies.
Despite all of that, he's a good cat. He's polite, respectful, and helpful to others, and he would certainly never want to do anything to harm any of his clan-mates. Most of the time he tries his hardest to hunt for the elders and kits, even if his skills are lacklustre and need some fine tuning. He's never usually the one to get picked for border patrols, though, since he always daydreams when he's out. That can be disappointing for him, but he's learned to shrug it off.
Rook's also friendly to outsiders, seeing as outsiders have probably had more adventure than he could ever dream of... minus those lazy kittypets. That's why he gets along so well with the Tribe cats, who are from the mountains Rookfur so desperately wanted to explore.
HISTORY:
Rookfur and his brother Russetclaw were sired by Blacktail, and born to Black's mate, Grousewing. His small size reflected the fact that Rook-kit was the runt of the litter. But his parents cared not; they loved both of their sons unconditionally.
Growing up as a kit, Rook and Russet's lives were simple; play, eat, and sleep. But compared to his brother, Rook-kit was often spacey and distant. He dreamt of vast, far off lands. Exotic locales, where he could experience adventure, exploration, and meet new cats of all shapes and sizes. Grousewing was worried about her little one, but Blacktail believed firmly that both of his kits would some day grow to be fine warriors.
When he became an apprentice, Rookpaw's daydreaming in turn affected his training. Rather than listen to his mentor, he would think about just what it was like to run off into the mountains in search of those "far off lands". Was there grass and trees there as well? Were the trees so tall you couldn't see their tops? Were there lands of rainbows, with colours that sparkled and danced brilliantly? The very thought of such wonders made his amber eyes wide, caused his tail to curl, and his whiskers to vibrate. But what he found fascinating made others feel just plain exasperated.
Eventually he was told to get his act together, and to "smarten up", by his father. Blacktail had been informed by the clan's leader, who figured that perhaps the cat's father could do something to help with the constant daydreaming. Grudgingly, Rookpaw obeyed, and forced himself to focus more on his apprentice duties. He managed to do so fairly well... even if he did still daydream every so often. When the time came, Rookpaw and Russetpaw were called up to receive their warrior names; Rookfur and Russetclaw. His father watched proudly, sad that Grousewing, who had passed away earlier due to unknown causes, could not be there to see her kits become warriors.
(Admittedly, Rookfur was surprised to find that his leader didn't give him a name more related to his dozy nature.)
But for Rookfur, being a warrior offered little more freedom than being an apprentice. Pressure was put on him to "be better" for the sake of his clan, especially by his father (who wanted his sons to succeed). Blacktail especially wanted Rookfur to be given an apprentice, so that Rook could, in essence, prove his worth. Driven by his father, Rook began to work overtime to bring in the prey, and tried to get on every border patrol humanely possible. But this tactic failed, instead resulting in the black cat being overworked. And because of this, Rookfur became miserable, and retreated to his dream worlds rather than facing reality.
The arrival of The Tribe of Gusting Wind changed all of that. Rook met and made friends with as many of the Tribe cats as he could, ignoring his previous gains to acquire an apprentice. He began to spend most of his time with the newcomers, and even offered to give some of them hunting lessons in exchange for information on the "outside world". These lessons didn't always turn out so well, but the spacey warrior received information about the mountains and the Tribe's way of life all the same. His actions disappointed Blacktail, who died shortly after the Tribe's coming due to a bad bought of greencough.
Rookfur doesn't agree with his clan's hostility towards the Tribe, and doesn't want the Tribe cats to return to their mountain home. But at the same time, he doesn't want the Tribe to continue crossing borders and stealing CloudClan's prey. It's confusing for the warrior. He has no clue which side to pick on the disagreement; the clan he was born in, or the new strangers he considers his friends. What he does hope for is that things will be resolved without violence, or major conflict.
