ROBINFLARE; SOULCLAN

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM ROBINFLARE of the great SoulClan Age 23 moons Gender Tom Rank warrior How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS MUDDY BROWN AND RED and my eyes are DEEP GOLD Scars none yet Appearance :.:.:BUILD:.:.: [Frame & Legs] When you first look at him you see him as intimidating. He has wide and broad shoulders layers of thick muscle and despite his lack of height during his first few seasons of life he finally got as tall as his brother though the more bulkiness of his frame is wider than his brothers more lean figure. Though his body his more broad it is rather proportional to his body and evens out in his torso giving him no curves what so ever despite the slight curve to make his stomach allowing him very little figure. To most he looked like the tom of all toms, masculine and strong in all areas of his body. His body is tough and built mainly for up close combat and war. The weight and lack of figure in his form slows him down making him lack in the speed department, but deadly up close and personal. Because of this strong form he can travel long distances without his body wearing down from fatigue as quickly as most others. His broad shoulder help him to establish a firm step thus making it hard for him to be brought down if he's expecting an attack. Though with the element of surprise and quick speed it leaves him at a disadvantage. His longer legs are much like the rest of his body they are thick with muscle all the way down to his paws, which much like his brothers are slightly larger and wolf like compared to most cats who's paws are of normal size. With his muscle and those larger paws it makes him a strong opponent within close range. He towers over most of the other cats, if only by and inch, but its enough to make him look large and majestic. Other then fighting his legs are not much use in the running department, which makes him not much of a hunter though he makes up for it with brute strength when needed. hough not saying he can't hunt at all he just has a lower success rate than most. [Paws & Claws] As mentioned before he has abnormally larger paws, which seem to run in his family. His father also had large paws, a trait that was passed down to both of his sons. His larger paws have both advantages and disadvantages in the things they can do. Starting with the advantages of his paws they are used well when in battle and trying to keep hold of something. They pack a powerful punch and with the brute force of his body it can cause a lot of damage if used properly and at the right timing during the fight. Without precise hit it could lead to a disadvantage and leave him vulnerable from the side for a brief moment or two until he regains his defense. When hunting, if he manages to catch something, his paws are heavy enough to weigh the creature down and leave it trapped under his rock hard, black pads. Which could also be used to crush something fragile, and smaller than he. Disadvantages include lack of balance and vulnerability. Much like his brother the larger paws throw even him off balance at times making some of his movements a bit sloppy and open to attack when the balance and momentum are lost. His claws are pure black and ominous when they show themselves. They are long due to the fact that his paws are slightly larger than others. They have a long reach and curve slightly in towards his paws like a fish hook. They are perfect for dragging in prey towards him, which is his technique for catching his meals out in the wild and in his Clan. It also can be used in battle as he uses them to latch into their shoulder blades, a deadly and hard to shake off attack. Though it also leaves his underbelly exposed if they are able to break free of his hold. His claws are sharp and he likes to keep them so by running them along trees and other rough objects. :.:.:PELT:.:.: [Colors & Markings] Much like his brother he also has tri colored fur though his colors are a lot harder to distinguish unless you catch him in the right lighting. The first and main color of his pelt is the dark muddy brown that takes up about eighty percent of his whole body. It resembles that of wet and sticky mud right after a night of rain one that could be mistaken for black if it had been a shade or two darker. This color can be seen plastered all over his body it is painted along his head and ears and then runs along his back and down into his stomach almost covering the whole thing but not quite. It also consumes his whole tail leaving it perfectly brown with not even a tabby marking to disrupt the one color. This color allows him to sneak around at night undetected by sight, as the only feature to give him away would be his eyes. This also allows the tom to camouflage rather easily into the earth, especially the areas where there is more sand as after rainfall he could pretty much blend into the scenery. Though in the winter seasons when the snow falls and white is taking over the landscape it makes it very hard for him to hide anywhere unless during the night. The second color is that of a slightly lighter shade of brown that covers about fifteen percent of his body and is a little more noticeable than his third colors. This brown is classified as chestnut brown and can be found making up part of his muzzle and running along on his underbelly until about mid way from his stomach to his tail. Then it disappears and is replaced by the darker brown. The tips of his front paws are also this chestnut color and they also blend in with the top fur and make out his tabby lines that are found painted along his head and back. His third color is a deep brownish red color that make up the last five percent of his body and that can be found around his eyes, making the gold more noticeable and is painted along his checks and neck. Little traces can also be found around his tabby stripes though not much. This red can only be distinguished in dull lights such as moonlight, and dawn light as they set it ablaze, making the tom rather handsome at times. [Length & Feel] Just like Sparrow's pelt his pelt also ranges from short to slightly longer in different places on his body. His main pelt length is short and settles around his head, torso, and tail. The shortness of his fur allows him to keep cool during the summer time, since less heat is trapped onside his fur, but is a little more dangerous during the winter when temperatures drop, thankfully his fur has a seasons change and slightly grows a bit longer during the winter to allow him to survive just enough to last till the spring when it starts to warm up. The longer tufts of fur are mainly found on his leg joints that allow him to point a paw or place it down it fluffs out at that joint almost like feathers which appeal to his surname as stated before. It also seems to thicken and flow from the chin toward his underbelly also like a soft mane though it is not overly grown His fur has an overall feather like feel, and when you brush into it it feels soft and inviting. His longer tufts flutter lightly in a breeze and his short pelt, even though it doesn't it still has a soft look and feel if you put a paw on it and move it around. It is rarely in a mess as he likes to keep it clean and free of debris though with the shorter fur it is a lot easier to keep it well groomed and soft. :.:.:EYES:.:.: Robinflare was the brother to inherit his fathers deep rich golden colored eyes while Sparrow inherited his mother's blue eyes. He was always proud of them for they made him feel strong and proud like his father was. They are a beautiful rich gold color that seemed mixed in with different shades of yellows. These must be one of the best features on his body, and are surprisingly warm and captivating. While Sparrows seem cold and stormy his seem more warm and inviting like looking at two small suns upon his much darker features. The gold is much richer and darker around the pupil and slightly lighten while it spreads out to the rest of his iris's. They are often referred two as either sun like or honey colored. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M DISTANT AND GLOOMY Personality [Distant & Moody] He can sometimes come off as cold to other cats. Which actually suits this cat well. But this kind of cold is more along the lines of a cold shoulder. He shrugs people off like a bad memory and walks away. He is definatly not a tom of many words, most of the time. He could be cold when speaking though, and say hurtful things. Without even really realising it, and just thinks of the other cat as over sensitive, and a whiner. With this also comes his secretive side, he does not like other cats knowing his past. And so keeps to himself, which the title loner seems made just for him. He doesnt care much for other cats pasts, unless he is forced to be near them. And usually ends up hearing it weither he wants to or not. His look gives off mystery, which attracts other cats, and he hates unwanted attention to himself. As Ive said before, he is a tom of few, if any words. When spoken to he, most of the time, gives short answers or just ignores them and walks off. He doesnt like getting to close to people, for a fear of losing them or hurting them. So if he doesnt get to know someone, then how will he like them? Thats the main reason for his quietness. That and he doesnt like wasting his breath on cats who just talk and talk. About things that dont really matter, if he has a conversation he'd like it to be at least semi-interesting. Along with this he is a really cunning tom, which could be seen as genious or evil, he'll leave that to you. He is very smart and thinks of many ways to do things. Fighting, hiding, you name it, hes a tom of many talents when it comes to survival from his time as a loner. [Lifeless & Fearless] Along with chatty cats comes his bad temper. He hates cats who just talk and talk. Amd gets easily annoyed but babbiling. To him its just spit it out and screw feelings. He could take it. Even if it is bad news. Hes great at hiding pain or disappointment well most of the time, anything that could make him seem weak to other cats. With his temper is his sharp tounge, which adds to his cold side when his angry. But at least hes good at knowing when to back off and leave or to claw some fur off there bodies. With this temper he does have a loyal side, and to those he actually cares for. If any, he is fiercly loyal to, and would risk his life for them. Not caring if he died as long as they are safe from harm. Though he does have these moments, which have more frequent times and scarce, he just seems dull and completely lifeless. During these times is when he allows himself to break the hard shell of his thoughts and all the memories of Mouepetal ad Sparrow come flooding into his mind and all he could do is sulk around like a zombie. Which is weird to see after seeing his usual hard shell facade he puts on for others. It is mainly just an act to keep others from finding out to much about him, or to press on any unwanted memories to make him break down and look weak. Even though he is strong he has his breaking points like every other cat, though during his breaking points he is scarcely found in camp, and only when he rebuilds his barrier he will be seen around a lot more. [Once upon a time he was CARING and DETERMINED] Sometimes he can appear cross, which is some what true. Yes he can be a bit snappy if things are not done right. But only to things that are really important and need percise accuracy. Other than that hes pretty easy going and will not really care what you do. And if asked for advice, he will grudgingly do it, but prepare for his type of 'constructive critism'. With his cross ways and mysterious appearance. He is also very charming, and up close is actually a fine specimen of a tom. His broad sholders and muscle add on to his charm. And if he is ever close to a cat, practically family wise or in love, he has a way with words that make them giddy or just happy. Up close he has a wise and benevolent look and add his messy hair and you got yourself a badboy loner with a killer smile. When he gets close to someone, he does have his softer sides. Which are well worth the work. Seeing as you have to break through his shell first. He is not easily swayed by females,and it takes time to get him to truly fall for a cat. But when he does he can be the sweetest tom you've ever seen. And will love you forever, till the day he dies. He will always think of you first before all else, even himself. Which is not how he usually is. Anybody found in his heart that way will be well looked after, and cared for. With this he is also quite protective, and will let no harm come to the cat in question. And will see other cats as a threat, until their intentions are proven to him first. His brawn look, and muscle make any cat safe with him, as he is an exellent fighter. Preferences likes very little, dislikes the way his life turned out and hates that he left his brother thinking he was dead. Secret Ambitions to become his old self Strengths/Weaknesses Strengths:battle, getting things done, protecting others Weaknesses: sulking, not taking his life seriously, trust issues How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE BROWNWHISKER AND NETTLEFROST Family [Mother]nettlefrost [Father]brownwhisker [Brother]sparrow(dash) [Sister]creamkit Event that Lead to being a Warrior passing his assessment History [The Before & The Birth] His parents went by the names of Nettlefrost and Brownwhisker. His mother was Nettlefrost a pale brown tabby with icy blue eyes. She was known for her distant nature, as she really didn't like talking to others very much. She preferred to be alone and felt she got her duties done faster because she didn't have to worry about anyone else. She grew up dodging any toms attempts to be her mate or even get close to her. That was until she met Brownwhisker, he was reserved and noble and often spent his time caring for his clan rather than himself. She respected his way of clan life and when he didn't show interest in her it kind of made her uneasy. Trying to keep away from Brownwhisker they somehow were put on most of the same patrols and though she kept to herself and so did he they had a sort of connection. Finally they both started to converse on patrols, a little here and a little there, then they had full on conversations and went just about every where together. They kept this kind of relationship for seven moons before they even decided to become mates. Now though they were rather old for parenthood, well 42 moons, Nettlefrost was now expecting kits. Seasons passed and she was lucky that her kits birth landed on a day in new leaf, when the earth was slowly warming up. She had three kits that evening, two sons and a daughter. Sadly her daughter's lungs were not functioning and she died not being able to breath properly. Before her passing they named her Creamkit, for her creamy tan pelt. The first born son was named Dark-kit for his dark muddy brown looking pelt. He was strong and more built for battle than anything else, he had shorter legs and a wider frame and he was the first to crawl to his mothers stomach. The middle kit was a thin almost scrawny looking tom that they named Sparrowkit, for the feathery look of his tri brown colored fur. Sparrowkit was quick and he kind of stumbled and wobbled around before finding his mothers milk. The two songs grew up healthy and in no time at all they were playing outside the nursery. Dark-kit was always into play fighting while Sparrowkit was more into his surroundings. So they didn't always see eye to eye but they still loved each other as brothers. He was close to Brownwhisker, who helped to keep his kitness in line and become more strong. Though when his mother fell ill he was worried not only for her but for Sparrow who started not eating. Dark-kit tried to get him to eat more, and believe which had little success. Finally his mother survived the epidemic but she could not exactly breathe properly anymore and so had to be moved to the elders den from proper care. More or less relieved that she was even alive now he finally started to take care of himself again. Nearing his sixth moon Sparrowkit and his elder brother awaited their apprentice ceremony. Dark-kit couldn't wait to learn some real battle moves, while Sparrowkit was just happy to being able to finally contribute to the clan. From just those five moons the two toms grew from tiny crawling kits to young males of the clan. Dark-kit became more broad and bulky with age and Sparrowkit became more longer and taller, both opposites in every way shape and form, but still they had a mental connection that bonded them as family and they could never hate each other. Finally the day came for the two to become apprenticed and that morning there mother licked them clean and proper for their first ceremony. [Dark-kit to Darkpaw] Finally after his mothers constant grooming they were allowed to go out and wait for the clan meeting to officially begin. When their names were called Dark-kit could not believe it and while his brother tried to push back his excitement, he had no problem running forward to receive his name. When he plopped down he could see the embarrassed look on Sparrow's face as he slowly walked forward. Though everyone else thought it was adorable though and the meeting pressed on. He had gotten Goosefeather as a mentor, a down to earth and calm she-cat. Perfect to even out the overly anxious tom cat. Sparrowkit was given Leafstorm as a mentor a reserved but happy tom, whom also happened to be his fathers past apprentice moons ago. At the end of the meeting they were given their names: Darkpaw and Sparrowpaw.During the first few moons of their apprenticeship the two brothers stayed close through out the hardships of adjusting to apprentice life. The early risings and the vigorous training schedules but after a few good moons the two found it pretty easy to train and rather liked the early morning training because of the crisp new air. Nearing the middle of their training Darkpaw started to branch away from his brother. Darkpaw had started growing closer to another apprentice by the name of Mousepaw. He found her coy nature inviting and before he knew it he was spending more time with her then with Sparrow, which he did feel a bit bad about. Over the seasons their feeling grew stronger, and those strong feelings lead on to other things. One day Mousepaw had told him to meet out on the hills, being naive of the possible trouble he happily agreed and the whole day he preformed admirably in his training. Though that night Mousepaw told him that she was expecting kits. He didn't know how to act, but suddenly he felt closed up. He told Mousepaw he was not sure if he could be a dad yet, some day but not now. Mousepaw darkened and started yelling that she was no longer interested in him as a future mate and that she had been recently getting close to another tom in the clan, Rockfur, a newly made warrior of the clan. He was crushed and before he knew it Sparrowpaw rushed to his side, from that day on he was no longer the happy determined tom, he was more bitter and cold. Sparrow seemed to also be changed by this event. Finally nearing the end of his training, his brother took his final assessment, which had happened to be a battle assessment. To his surprise he did rather well and though he messed up once or twice he passed and was going to be made into a warrior the follow morning. He heard that He was given a hunting assessment for his final and luckily he stopped moping enough to catch a few pieces of prey and was also going to be made into a warrior, but so was Mousepaw and some other cat named Finchpaw. Walking out of the apprentices den the next morning was both a relief and painful for Darkpaw, he had finally made into the ranks of a warrior and now Mousepaw would be able to be with Rockfur. Watching as Sparrowpaw waited for him, the apprentices made their way toward high rock. Sitting at its base they all went though the ceremony. In the end they were all given their warrior names: Darkstreak, Sparrowdash, Finchwing, and Mousepetal. [Darkpaw to Darkstreak] The newly made warriors sat their vigil that night in complete silence, though he could feel the tension from Mousepetal and himself. From the looks of it, it was going to be a long night. Finally when dawn approached and they were relieved from vigil, Sparrowdash offered a quick hunting party to warm them up. Though he declined naturally and stalked off toward the warriors den to make a new nest for himself. Darkstreak could not lift the heaviness that formed around his heart seeing Mousepetal run off. Part of him wondered what it would be like if he just accepted the situation rather than turn away from her like he did. After awhile of being suffocated by his thoughts he exited the den only to see the Clan's medicine cat searching Mousepetal, and he froze. It was no surprise when the clan found out Mousepetal was expecting, and not just recently but for a few moons. She was moved quickly into the nursery and sparrowdash, his brother soon checked on him to see if he was ok. He finally admitted the kits were his own, and that back to that one night he wasn't ready and that was why Mousepaw went with Rockfur. Sparrowdash was obviously shocked but promised not to say anything to the rest of the clan. Later on that season he went walking around the nursery, knowing perfectly well that Mousepetal was due to have kits very soon. A week later the kits were born, and the whole clan came to see the new kits, Sparrowdash was one of the first few to see the kits besides Rockfur and he himself waited a bit before following the other two toms. She had three little kits two she-cats and a tom. One of the females, the first born resembled him with the same dark colored fur and tabby lines. After seeing this he got uneasy and left the den. Sparrowdash had asked about the names, cleverly hiding his own dark secret. She announced that the dark female would be named Nightkit, the second female a more sandy brown she-cat would be named Fawnkit, and the male that luckily had some grey in him like Rockfur she named him Sootkit. Darkstreak could only look at the few kits for a few moments before he went and moped around in the warriors den. He watched painfully and happily as Sparrow walked after him though he was stopped and was already being respected in the Clan, while he was being lost in the shadows. He knew it was his own fault for letting his emotions over come him like he did, but it was a hole he could not dig himself out of. Five moons later Mousepetals kits were ready to be apprenticed. At the ceremony, to his surprise, he was given Nightkit, now Nightpaw to mentor, while Sparrow was given Fawnkit to mentor. Sootkit was given Finchwing as a mentor, and the three newly mentors set off to train their new pupils. Though he was a bit more reluctant. [Darkstreak to Robinflare] He soon found Nightpaw to be just like him back when he was an apprentice. The pain of seeing his children with Rockfur caused him to fake his own death and travel away from the Clan he once called his own and find a new life. While on his travels he ran across a Robin bird, and for some reason it gave him hope and that is was prompted the name Robin. When he found a home in SoulClan he told them his name was Robin and they in turn named him Robinflare. Sample RP (only if you’re new) You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me

[Juniper]

Accepted!