Copperleaf

[copperleaf]

Name:

Copperleaf

Clan:

BrookClan

Rank:

Warrior

Age:

23 moons

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

Like his personality, Copperleaf’s looks are not the norm for another tom at his age. He has a more feminine physique, with a slim head and long limbs. He was built more for flight than fight, but he could still pack a punch if needed. He’s a very fast runner thanks to thin hair and aerodynamic frame, but his fur is rather inefficient at blocking out cold weather due to past damage and malnourishments, making him have to bunker down in winter months. His coloring is nothing special, just plain white all over save for a gray patch right on the crest of his head, between his furred ears. His ears are quite large, though they don’t come with any extra expertise. He has small pads and very sharp claws, which are just as dangerous as his teeth. And to top it all off, he has very exotic, mis-matched eyes; one is a chilling blue, the other a copper that earned him his name as a kit, though the color has faded a little with age.

Short Description:

A slim white tom with small paws, owning one blue eye and one copper eye.

Personality:

Copperleaf is a curious tom. Not curious in the way that he gets himself in over his head frequently (though that is a trait of his as well), but in the way that he is different then most Clan warriors. He was never the one to command a crowd. Copperleaf blends into the background, just another part of the mesh that created a day in Clan life. He is only loyal to himself, and he has a very strong sense of self-preservation that is only set aside for those who are, and remain, very close to him. Some accuse him of not caring for the Clan, but he really does want the best for it. He is fairly even-tempered, and is calm- when in control. He is not in the slightest a careful cat. He’s company to a highly underdeveloped set of morals, and isn’t always averse to the thought of harming another creature. Yet Copperleaf adores kits, and is planning on settling down and starting a family as soon as he is able.
Along with those traits, he is also equipped with a quick tongue that is the main feed to his passive aggressive ways. He is very fancy with words, and can sometimes overdo things until he seems entirely fake. And in some ways, he is. He molds himself to be the wolf that others need him to be, rather than remaining true to what he truly feels and thinks. You could say that Copperleaf’s quite the actor, in some ways.

History:

His past was nothing to tell of until the fire, which was almost all of the history Copperleaf remembers. He was young and stupid, barely a few moons old when the flames started licking at the territory. The leader of his Clan was sure it would be doused by the river before it reached them, and directly ordered the Clan members to stay in their place. Of course a few of the more skittish warriors and queens fled, which Copperleaf later envied them for. Copperleaf's father was a proud Deputy to the pack, and made sure that his family listened to pack orders. He called those who fled for their lives cowardly, when Copperleaf realizes now it was simple instincts. Soon the fire started depleting the food sources, and all went down from there. Copperleaf left his impoverished attempt of a pack disgruntled and almost catatonic, off to lick his wounds and find a better life. He eventually found his niche in BrookClan, a place that had especially appealed to him due to the watery, protected territory.

RP Example:

The air was stiff with the smell of distant rain and a twinge of carrion as a lazy wind dribbled through the area. All was still, perfect, intact. But then, the sound of an erratic heartbeat, the rhythmic pulse of a panting mouth. The scene was taken over by a systematic force, a creature imprisoned to his own mind.

Fur the color of a snow was woven together to form the shape of a feline male, proportioned to a somewhat small size. His slim head was held high in a dominant matter, though it was not quite rightfully so. And this male here? Copperleaf was his name, and he was a warrior. His long legs raced over the spongy tundra with a pure conscience, the soft ground covering adding a certain spring to his step.

While running here on the natural line between plains and forest, it was easy to believe that it all went on forever. The sun beat down on through the leaves with a green tinge, setting the territory to Copperleaf’s left to a nearly magical state, everything still and utterly perfect. Pure. But there was more than what was seen in the mild dark, where fright could take over.

And to the tom’s right? The tundra nearly went on forever, in lolling hills. In the near distance, the surprisingly blue water of a lake shimmered in the sun, the mere reflections feeling as if the fragments were baking Copperleaf's wild, jade eyes with a relentless force. But yet, Copperleaf stared. Soaked it all in, like sun beams to his thin fur. It all seemed so... right.

But the male would be lying if he said that it was all perfect. There was no way to deny that it was sincerely disturbing to him that there was hardly any life on the land he had recently become an inhabitant of. Yes, there were rabbits, and other disturbed casualties of the like. But after Copperleaf had joined BrookClan and gotten over his busy first moon on this land, it was all so lifeless around here.
Imperfection.

Copperleaf steadily slowed as he neared his destination; a large rock, nestled inside a clump of trees. He approached it with a slightly mocking expression, though true discomfort was hidden back in his mismatched eyes- the one lifeless object on the land he had yet to conquer. Copperleaf blinked, and came to a stop in front of the large boulder. The top of it towered over Copperleaf’s long-legged frame. Yet, from what the male could tell, the top was flat. With a wry smile, he remembered his last attempt to climb the thing, which ended only because Copperleaf was famished. And the thought that boredom could quite possibly be driving him insane. But even though his haunches were taught and ready to spring, the male held back. He felt that he would want to continue this later.

Owner Information:

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