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Karma: 5 |  | Redwing of BoulderTribe
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[Just Who I Am]
Name: Redwing
Gender: Tom
Age: 23 moons
Breed: Mixed, with a touch of Persian.
Tribe: BoulderTribe
Rank: Mystic
[People of My Life]
Parents: Rabbittail (father), Frostfoot (mother)
Siblings: N/A
Significant Other: N/A
Offspring: N/A
[These Ties Give Me Strength]
[I've Seen Better Days]
Health: 80%
Health Problems: Sprained his wrist long ago as a kit. It ails him now after extensive use.
Height: 11 at shoulder
Weight: 8 lbs
Body structure: His face is somewhat shorter than other cats, though its not by any extremely notable decree. He as almost no muscle behind him, making him seem somewhat scrawny and abused. Rather small for his age as well.
Appearance: Clicky
His fur is short and always kept in a pristinely well-groomed condition. White covers his jowls, extending up his face in a v and also covering his chest and belly. It paints all four of his paws as well, only significantly covering his left hind paw. The base color of his coat is a creamy orange marmalade color. Offsetting those are burnt sienna stripes of great width. Two cover his shoulders in wing-like shapes, giving him his name.
[Your Turn To Learn]
Basic Rundown: Why?
Personality: Redwing is submissive in almost everything about him. While not exactly a coward, he shys from the responsibility of decision-making and harsher lifestyle of a fighter. Quiet and shy, it is rare to hear more than two words out of this toms mouth in one sitting. This tom is the can one sees at Gatherings who sits quietly next to his chief, staring at the all too fascinating insects crawling through the grass. He puts the blame upon himself for everything that might go wrong, whether the tom was directly involved or not. Redwing second-guesses himself as well, often becoming indecisive and nervous. He starts easy as well, almost securing his place outside the world of the fighter. The tom relishes in his duty as a mystic, however. He loves plants and how they work to keep his Tribemates safe. Redwing strives to prove that hes not a worthless whelp, even if he has to serve his Tribe by means other than tooth and claw.
[More Than Meets The Eye]
Voice Type: High, adding to his meek air.
Battle Prowess: (5/10) Quite pitiful actually. This males inability to fight plus his somewhat pacifistic nature lead him to the path of a mystic, after all.
Intelligence: (8/10) High, as is with most mystics, but he tends to be rather dense some times.
Random Fact: His genes are totally random. His mother was a silver mackerel tabby and his father was a molted white and gray.
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