Sorrelfur | warrior

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Sorrelfur
Sorrelkit -- Sorrelpaw -- Sorrelfur
"Chestnut tom with copper eyes, with white fur trailing from his jaw to mid-chest."



NAME EXPLANATION:

"Sorrel-" -- for his reddish brown fur coloring
"-fur" -- to explain the origin of the color prefix

AGE:

2 years, 6 months (30 moons)

RANK:

Warrior

EXTENDED APPEARANCE:

Sorrelfur is a standard sized warrior, not particularly tall or muscular in any extreme that might make him distinctive.  This being said, the tom is still a well-toned warrior whose strength and training would allow him to hold his own in battle.  

The tom's fur is a rusty shade of brown, but the fur that covers his chest is white.  This bright patch of fur trails up from his chest to his muzzle before transitioning back into into the red-chestnut color that makes up the rest of his pelt.  As for the length, Sorrelfur's pelt is a medium length that tends to become longer down his flank, causing his tail to look large and almost bushy.  And while he bares the traditional tabby 'M' upon his forehead and darker lines streaking from the outer corners of his eyes, the warrior does not show any other tabby markings along his pelt.  His whiskers are long and white, which are quite visible against the his much darker fur coloring.

PERSONALITY:

As any warrior should be, Sorrelfur is a very loyal Clan cat.  But exactly where his deepest loyalty lies is a bit of a question- whether it is to his Clan, his leader, or the warrior code itself.  Since he was an apprentice, Sorrelfur had always been a serious tom.  Not that he couldn't have a good time with his Clanmates, or enjoy a good laugh.  The thing with Sorrelfur is that he puts the warrior code first in his mind.  To him, the code is the most sacred thing imaginable- it came from StarClan themselves for the earthly cats to follow, after all, and he believes it must be followed to the letter.  It outlines his life in black and white, and the strength of his beliefs leaves no grey areas.  If the code forbade something, that was it- it was forbidden, no questions asked.  And any areas not lined out strictly in the code is, to him, considered dangerous territory that had best be avoided all together.  This leads him to be a very strict cat with a narrow perspective of right and wrong, as well as a cat who is unwilling to take any questionable risks.

FAMILY:

Mother - Dawnpelt [deceased]
Father - Russetfoot [deceased]
Siblings - Mousenose [unplayed], Whitekit [deceased]

HISTORY:

As a cat born into WildClan, Sorrelfur's first six moons of life were spent mostly inside the walls of the nursery with his mother Dawnpelt, and siblings Mousekit and Whitekit.  And during that time, the young tom's favorite pastime was hearing the stories his mother would tell about his father, Russetfoot.  The warrior had unfortunately fallen prey to greencough before the birth of his kits, so Sorrelkit was always asking his mother to tell him about the tom.  Dawnpelt was pleased to see her son take such an interest in his father, and so was always willing to satisfy his cravings.  She told Sorrelkit how very noble Russetfoot had been.  He always followed orders, and stuck to the rules of the Clan.  The tales the queen would tell created a a strong feeling of admiration within the young kit, and he decided then and there that his father was just the cat he should aspire to be.

A moon before Sorrelkit and his siblings were to be apprenticed, his brother Whitekit proposed an adventure.  As many young kits do, Whitekit was itching to leave the familiar walls of the camps and explore the territories.  But Whitekit didn't stop at just yearning- he planned to go through with his dream.  He told his brothers late one night about his idea, and insisted that the others should go with him.  While Mousekit was hesitant, Sorrelkit outright rejected the idea with a strong passion.  He near spat as he told his mouse-brained sibling that what he proposed was forbidden for kits to attempt, and that they needed to obey the ruling if they wanted to avoid trouble.  Frustrated with Sorrelkit's stubbornness, Whitekit left the camp alone, declaring that he'd show his brother that the rules weren't such a big deal if a cat didn't get caught.  But the sun rose the next morning with Whitekit nowhere to be found.  Sorrelkit heard the warriors report something about finding traces of fox on the territories that night, and he soon realized what must have happened.  And while he mourned the loss of his littermate along with his family, Sorrelkit found comfort in reminding himself that he had been right- the rules were not to be messed with, and it didn't matter if you kept breaking them a secret.  There would still be terrible consequences to pay in the end.

The following moon, Sorrelkit became Sorrelpaw, and was apprenticed to the warrior Ashbrook.  This grey tom was soon to become Sorrelpaw's closest friend, and something similar to a father figure for him.  Sorrelpaw respected and admired the tom's unwavering dedication to his position as a warrior of the Clan, and appreciated also his good-natured personality that always kept training enjoyable.  But what mattered most to the apprentice wasn't learning how to fight or hunt, but rather how the Clan worked, and the unspoken set of rules that the Clan cats followed- the warrior code.  These were the things that fascinated the tom most, and thankfully Ashbrook regarded the subject with just as much importance as combat and hunting training.

Upon the completion of his time as an apprentice, Sorrelpaw rose up to become a warrior under the name of Sorrelfur, alongside his brother who became known as Mousenose for his excellent tracking skills.  But since that day, Sorrelfur's life has remained relatively uneventful.  He has continued to follow his solid principles of following the warrior code, and has never questioned the choices made by the Clan leader, Badgerstar- not even against the elderly tom's strange act of leading without a deputy.

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RP SAMPLE:

The smothering black clots of smoke grasped the tom’s throat as he tried to run. He urged his legs to move faster, faster, and faster still, but the overpowering smog around him would not allow the warrior to see within an inch of his whiskers, and the heavy pressure of the blaze seemed to pull at his paws relentlessly. Through narrow eyes stung red by the fumes he could not make out his surroundings. The territory he had known for his entire life had been completely engulfed in flames that now illuminated the night.

The smoke began to take greater hold of his lungs, and the tom began to choke violently. With eyes watering from the sensation he had to slide to a halt as he retched. But the smoke only took this opportunity to hit him harder, making it harder and harder for the tom to breathe. The crackling of the rising flames was soon to remind him, however, that he couldn’t stay still. The warrior raised his head to scan the area ahead of him. The camp was supposed to be somewhere nearby, but the land was lost in the inferno.


A caterwaul suddenly rose higher than the orange tongues surrounding him, followed by a crash that shook the earth underfoot. The tom’s ears pricked in alarm as he whirled to the right, toward the source of the familiar screech. “Lightfoot!” he cried out, bounding through an opening in the fiery curtain. His copper eyes were peeled open wide, now, fighting the sting as they searched for his Clanmate. “Lightfoo-” the call caught in his throat this time, and another bout of coughing took the tom, causing him to slow his pace. The fit made his vision begin to retreat into the darkness of the smoke again as the burning landscape began to swim before his eyes. The tom tried to steady himself as he slowed to a stop, but his paws began to swerve.


Desperate to retain consciousness, the tom squeezed his eyes shut and swung his head back and forth. Focus, come on, focus, he barraged himself, blinking his eyes open. Slowly his vision began to settle, and the tom prepared to begin running again. But suddenly, a low mrrow came from somewhere nearby. The tom’s head swiveled to the left, again recognizing the voice. “Lightfoot!” he coughed, and bounded through a dark cloud towards the sound. Through the shadow, he began to make out his surroundings. This was the grove of trees that surrounded the camp. The tom had been right; he was close, after all.


But one of mighty trees was ablaze, and one of its thick lower branches had been singed off and had fallen to the earth below. And there, pinned beneath that branch, was white-pawed deputy, Lightfoot.  The tom felt the earth move out from under his paws, and he had to unsheathe his claws into the ground to keep his footing. “No,” he croaked, unable to turn his eyes away from the deputy’s still frame.

[admin tetris]

Ooo, I like him xD I think Sorrelfur and Lightpaw would get along *nods*

Accepted, and welcome to the site Spotted <3