Post by wingsk on Aug 5, 2010 17:47:09 GMT -5
|Role player|
Wingsk
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|Name|
Harefoot
|Gender|
Tom
|Physical Description|
Harefoot is a brown tabby. He’s the color of the wood that lines the place, with darker stripes. Harefoot has a tuft of white on his chest, along with white paws. While a bit aged, he’s a lithe and thin cat, but well muscled. While he thinks his appearance is rather generic, he’ll admit he blends in well with the endless amounts of sand and rock. He would rather blend in than be in the spotlight anyway. Harefoot’s eyes are the color of sunbaked sand, and are usually scowling. His ears are a bit on the large side, nothing deforming – but it is enough for his sister to have teased him in kithood about it.
|Views|
Harefoot is a Clanner. He likes to stir trouble and rattle people’s cages. If there's a conflict, he's usually at the heart of it. He doesn't give a lizardtail about whatIt’s a wonder if he holds this other people think. Harefoot usually ends speaking uncomfortable truths, and usually ends up clawed for it.
As a clanner his view merely at the prospect of being powerful, or just to have a rebellious view. Whatever the reason, he hopes that one day Clan life could be feasible. Hey, it’s got to be easier than living like this – right?
|Kin|
(NPC because I am a lazy poopface)
Sandfur – mother (deceased)
Rockwhisker – father
Brownstripe - sister
|History|
Harefoot was born in the dark season along with his sister. They were the only litter of kits from their mother Sandfur. Their father Rockwhisker came around rarely after Harefoot and Brownstripe were weaned, and soon stopped coming around all together. It’s not that they minded. Sandfur was able to provide for her young and keep them safe from some of the more aggressive cats in the enclosure. She taught her kits how to defend and protect themselves, even though a lot of it was emphasized on running. She named Harefoot for his skill of – surprise, surprise - running. Very few times has he lost a piece of prey that he’s ran after. However, he does not work well with group hunting. The few times he’s tried to help, Harefoot has only gotten in the way. Harefoot has gotten by so far on small prey. He's never turned his nose up at eating beetles either.
For a while Brownstripe and Harefoot lived together, defending a small portion of the enclosure. But, Brownstripe was young and fell in love. Who knows where she followed her stunning black tom to? Harefoot thinks about her often, but has never summoned the nerve to go and see where she’s gotten to.
He fell in love once. Harefoot loved some pretty ginger-and-white shecat named Gingerpelt. Too bad she was already pregnant by another tom. Harefoot didn’t like the idea of having the responsibly of someone else’s. Trying not to feel bad, he stopped seeing her. It wasn't that she wasn't a kind cat. It was the fact that he'd have to play father to kits that weren't his.
He hasn’t really let anyone in after turning Gingerpelt away, and hasn’t set up a territory for himself either.
For a while, a small apprentice aged tom wandered around with him. Mother dead, Spiderpaw learned what he could from Harefoot until parting ways. Harefoot wanders mostly, listening to those who will talk to him – and running from those who protect what’s theirs fiercely. Some cats think he’s a bit dreamy, occasionally talking about being a Clan to those who will listen and narrowly avoiding claw swipes from those who oppose.
Like, um - ambitious? I'm not really sure how I should word or address it. But climbing rank and being powerful is very appealing to him. But again, I'm not so sure how much the enclosure-cats know about the ins and outs of Clanlife, since they haven't lived in it and just know what is told.