{Warrior}Longtail{ThunderClan}[WiP]

[x.zephyr.x]

Other Characters: Yewberry, but she's a WiP
Canon Character? Yes

Name: Longtail
Gender: Male
Age: 17 moons
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior

Short Appearance: A pale tabby tom with dark stripes, light blue eyes, and a split ear.
Appearance:

With fur a soft shade of cream and stripes of a dark, rich shade of brownish-black, Longtail is obviously a rather good-looking young tom. Though the cut in his ear is a reminder of an embarrassing mistake, it gives him a ruggedly handsome effect all the same; he wouldn't have it any other way. He actually takes some kind of pride in his ear, since it's his first noticeable scar- one that looks good no less! The young warrior's most distinguished feature is his long tail, one which he takes pride in. How many cat's have you seen with tails that are a few inches away from being able to fully curl around their body? Not very many, I presume.

Upon closer inspection, one would notice that Longtail has a lithe build, almost feminine. This allows him an amount of speed higher than most ThunderClanners, though it doesn't compare with that of a WindClanner. Thanks to his lean build, he's not the most powerful tom in the forest, though it contributes greatly to his agility and stealth; a thin build as opposed to a stocky one allows someone to hide more easily. If it weren't for toms and she-cats having different scents, Longtail could easily pass as a she-cat, his pale, plush fur and thin, graceful build not very common qualities of toms. Only his torn ear gives an air of strength to him.

Likes/Strengths: May be listed or described in depth
Dislikes/Weaknesses: ""
Personality:
One-Sentence Personality: Just a sum-up of the previous; helpful for people just scanning the profile

History: Make sure this is LONG, unless your cat is a kit
Summary: OPTIONAL, but recommended for very long histories so people can scan over them to make sure they are plausible. Can also be used as a guideline for the history if you're having trouble thinking it up

Best Friends: OPTIONAL - don't include EVERY friend, just the ones that are very special to the cat
Parents:
Mother: Unknown
Father: Patchpelt (according to the official family tree)
Siblings: None
Former Mentor: Darkstripe
Apprentice: None

Other: None
Cousins: None
Other Relations: None


Other:
RolePlaying Sample:

x.Longtail.x

A pale tabby figure was resting outside of the warriors' den, his head laid over his paws. His fur was a creamish shade, with dark, brown stripes contrasting his pale undercoat. The cat's tail was very long, almost able to fully curl around his body, and one of his ears had a notch in it. As the tom, a young ThunderClan warrior named Longtail, thought about how he had received the notch, anger started to flicker inside of his heart. Of course, he had overreacted. He and all of the clan knew that. For the most part, Longtail was just another loyal ThunderClanner, wanting what was best for his clan when he launched himself on Firepaw, that pitiful kittypet. What business did he have in ThunderClan? Bluestar must have gone senile to let that twoleg lover join the noble and powerful ThunderClan. What if this continued? She might end up letting older kittypets, already having visited the dreaded cutter join, or maybe rogues. If this kept happening, soon ThunderClan's pure blood would be lost. Longtail shook his head, bringing himself back to the present. Bluestar had been leading ThunderClan since before he was born, she must have had good reason for letting Firepaw join their clan. Besides, whatever her reason, the young tabby needed to trust his leader to make the right decisions. 'Reason or no reason, I don't owe Firepaw anything. I have to trust Bluestar, not that soft kittypet!' he thought to himself.

He had almost calmed down when a large silver tom strutted into camp, his tail held high and chest poked out. He simply stared at the tom, his fur starting to bristle. How dare he enter ThunderClan's camp without a second thought? It didn't help that he held his tail and head higher than even a leader normally does. The young cream tabby, expecting for the loner to go after a young and pretty she-cat such as Spottedleaf, or maybe Brindleface, was shocked as much as any other cat when the scoundrel padded towards him.

"Well hello there, beautiful," he purred slowly, sitting in a flirty position as he looked Longtail in the eye. "Why are you here in a place like this?"

There couldn't be any mistake. He was sure that the tom was talking to him. Longtail wasn't the most masculine looking tom around, and he knew that his features made him appear rather feminine, but even the cat with the worst sense of smell could distinguish between a tom's scent and a she-cat's scent. How dare this strange tom make a mockery of him by flirting?! All of his anger about the Firepaw ordeal shot up yet again. Immediately springing up, Longtail snarled "I should ask what you are doing here!". Without waiting for a response, the pale tabby lunged at the intruder, claws unsheathed. He might have been kinder if the gray tom had shown less dominance when entering the camp, or if he had been in a better mood at the time, but since neither applied, the long tailed tabby relentlessly let all of his anger out on the flirtatious cat, slashing at his face and shoulders. The tom managed to slip out from under Longtail's powerful grip, and bolted out of camp, several deep scratches on his face that would probably leave scars bleeding profusely. "He's not so pretty anymore is he?" he purred, happy, now that he had taken out all of his rage on the cat- one who deserved it no less! Right now, he didn't care that many of his clanmates were probably staring at him with confusion and fear; he had, in fact, given the stranger some pretty nasty wounds, in almost no time flat, since he was fueled by rage. He simply padded back to his spot in front of the warriors den, curled his long tail around his body, and closed his eyes to take a nap, unscathed from the battle.

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