Willow and Eagle :: Rogue Cats

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Name: Willow (true name is Melody of the Willows *read history to understand*)

Gender: She-cat

Age: 20 moons

Clan: Rouge (lost tribe cat *read history to understand*)

Rank: Rouge (no rank amongst the rouges, so just a rouge, right?)

Description: Willow measures in at about 9 inches from the shoulders, which is fairly average for a she-cat. Her body structure could be described as sleek yet muscular. She doesn’t really have much bulky muscle, but she does have plenty of lean and lanky muscle throughout her body. Her shoulders and haunches are probably the places with the most muscle. Her paws are medium sized, and her legs are sort of limber but not long enough to be called perfectly limber. Her laws are long and sharp like most cats’ claws are. Her tail measures at about 12 inches in length, and has longer fur than the rest of her body, but not enough to look feathery, more so just puffy if anything. The rest of her fur is short yet thick, providing plenty of warmth from leafbare’s chill, and a good amount of protection from the claws and teeth of other cats. Her face has a feminine touch to it, though not too feminine to make her look delicate. Her ears are rounded, unlike her two brothers whose ears are pointed. Her eyes are a fiery hazel, reflecting her personality nicely. Her fur is also ginger tabby, like her brothers. But she has white that starts at the bridge of her nose, covers her muzzle, runs down her chin and the underside of her neck, all the way down her stomach. But she doesn’t have white paws, or white on her legs whatsoever.

Personality: How to describe Willow… For starts, she’s a very stubborn cat who can be a bit hot-headed at times, so once her mind is made up, there really isn’t any talking her out of it. She does what she believes needs to be done, and if no one else is willing to do it, you can be sure she’ll step up to the plate and take whatever tasks are set before her with determination and ambition. She as a strong will to do whatever she does with great skill and get it as near perfection as she can muster. She is the last cat you would expect to do things half-way, and then stop. And if other cats aren’t doing their duties completely, she’ll give them a stern talking-to, and tell them to finish what they started. And if they don’t she’ll be frustrated, but finish the job for them. She believes that every cat has to do their part, or else things will crumble and tear. She has a bold and brave heart, as well as a loving one. She isn’t hesitant to do dangerous and risky things if it’s for the benefit of her family and her tribe (though since she’s a rouge now, it’s for herself and her brother). She sticks to her guns, and don’t back down from a fight or a challenge, and makes for a formidable opponent in battle. But when it comes to her family, she has a very tender, soft spot for them. She will always stand by them, help them when they ask, and love them endlessly. She will do these things for the tribe (though this doesn’t really matter anymore seeing as she’s no longer part of the tribe), but there’s no question that she loves her brothers. She teases and taunts, but never does she allow strife to happen between her and her brothers, knowing that’d never be what her parents would want for them. Overall, she makes a strong cat, with a passion and love for her family that will never end.

Summary Ginger tabby she-cat with white on her face and belly, and hazel eyes.

History: Willow was originally born in the Tribe of Rushing Water. She was born in a litter of three, consisting of herself, and her two brothers. All three of them grew side by side, playing with one another in their nursery days, always having a wrestling match going on, or playing tag running around the cavern that was the tribe’s camp. Most all the tribe cats would say that they were a very rambunctious threesome, sometimes getting into trouble every now and again. But they were kits, and had next to nothing better to do other than play, and sleep beside their mother in the nursery. And when they neared the age of becoming to-be’s it was herself and her brother Eagle that Soars that took a large interest in being a cave-guard. Willow doesn’t know her brother’s reasons, but only that she wanted to be close to the tribe at all times. But it was her eldest brother, Flame burning Crimson that took the different path, by being interested in being a prey-hunter. And so, when they all became to-be’s, herself and Eagle were mentored by two strong cave-guard tribe cats, whilst Flame went off with a prey-hunter. Many moons did pass, when they all became what they wanted to be. Flame was gone hunting and patrolling a lot, while her and Eagle were at the entrance, making sure all were safe inside. But there was one day when a rouge had crept too close to the entrance. Despite both herself and Eagle telling him to scram, he refused, and continued to come closer. Willow and Eagle were left with no choice but to chase off the tom. And so, they did. The rouge would turn and threaten a fight, but Eagle, despite being the younger brother, was plenty larger, and better fed than the rouge. But still, the pursuit continued, well into the last rays of the dying sun. They lost the tom, who’d managed to shake them off his trail some time after they’d gone through a dark forest, and onto open terrain. And it was then, that a rainstorm had forced them into sleeping in an abandoned badger’s den for the night. And by the time morning arrived, they hadn’t the slightest idea where they were, and their trail had been lost. And so, they themselves, became lost. And so, fighting off challenging cats to survive, looking after one another, they decided there was no turning back, and made their home in the very same abandoned badger’s den, thriving wonderfully, despite the fact they were lost and far from their home.

Roleplaying Sample: None Needed

Family: Feather of Hawk’s Wing [mother, dead]; Fire burning Eternal [father, dead]; Eagle that Soars [brother]; Flame Burning Crimson [brother-where he belongs (the tribe)]

Mate: None

Code Word: Warrior Cats

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Name: Eagle (true name- Eagle that Soars *read history to understand*)

Gender: Tom

Age: 20 moons

Clan: Rouge (lost tribe cat *read history to understand*)

Rank: Rouge (?)

Description: Eagle, despite being the second born, is the biggest, more muscular cat of his siblings, though this doesn’t mean he’s not quick on his paws, not in the least. He’s just as agile and quick as his siblings, just with more muscle to him. He stands a good 11 inches from the shoulder, practically towering over his sister and older brother by two inches. He has a very strong build, his body consisting of a fine mixture of lean and lanky as well as bulky and defining muscle. His shoulders and haunches are the most defined, seeing as this is where a majority of his power is, and the muscles are used every day. His paws are rather large, but they fit is large size. His limbs aren’t very limber, but rather practically pure muscle, being between medium and long in length. His tail is rather thick, and measures at 13 inches, to fit his large but agile body. His chest is broad as well, giving him good power as well. His head fits his body, too, making everything in good proportion with his main body structure. His ears are pointed like his brother’s and father’s. But as far as the face goes, he took after their mother, inheriting her jade green eyes, while his father, brother, and sister all have hazel eyes. His fur is ginger, also containing tabby markings. But unlike his siblings, only some of him is ginger. His head is ginger from the eyes, some of his cheeks, and over his ears, all the way down the sides of his neck, covers his shoulders, and ends halfway down his spine, only to start again a few inches down from where it stopped, covering only his spine and going all the way to the tip of his tail. The rest of him, however, is white.

Personality: Eagle is a lot like his brother, Flame burning Crimson. He’s a very mellow, level headed cat, for the most part. He has a lot of patience to go around, and is fairly hard to get frustrated or aggravated. He is a deep thinker who prefers to think things through before saying or doing anything, though this doesn’t mean he always is. He can put thinking aside for later, and act quickly and within very brief moments take to action if that’s what is needed to protect the tribe (though he’s no longer part of the tribe), or most importantly, his family (especially his sometimes-hot-headed sister, Willow). He enjoys routine, but doesn’t mind being spontaneous and a bit surprising. So, the best fitting word to describe this part of him would be ‘adaptable’. He doesn’t get anxious or nervous with change, and is usually rather comfortable if something does go wrong with his daily routine. He is also known as a ‘gentle giant’. Being perhaps one of the largest cats in the tribe, doesn’t mean he has a nasty or aggressive nature, and he really only is aggressive when it’s needed or required. When he’d defending the tribe or his family from a threat, he can make for a very nasty, fierce fighter who will stop at nothing to eliminate the threat, though murder is always, always his last option that he would want to turn to. But he does what is needed to ensure the safety of those close to him. He can also be stern when other cats step out of line or fail to do what is asked, but usually his sister beats him to that part of him. But for the majority, he’s a very kind and friendly cat that has getting into fights as the very last thing on his mind. But all the same, he can either be your most trusted friend, or your biggest challenge in a fight. He would do anything for his family, and in a way, is a bit overprotective of his sister.

Summary A large, muscular ginger tabby and white tom with jade green eyes.

History: Eagle was originally born in the Tribe of Rushing Water. He was born in a litter of three, consisting of himself, his older brother and younger sister. All three of them grew side by side, playing with one another in their nursery days, always having a wrestling match going on, or playing tag running around the cavern that was the tribe’s camp. Most all the tribe cats would say that they were a very rambunctious threesome, sometimes getting into trouble every now and again. But they were kits, and had next to nothing better to do other than play, and sleep beside their mother in the nursery. And when they neared the age of becoming to-be’s it was himself and his sister Melody of the Willows that took a large interest in being a cave-guard. Eagle didn’t like the thought of his sister being alone to guard the cave, nor did he like the thought of the tribe being invaded, so he decided that the best path for him was that of the cave-guard duties. Flame burning Crimson, however, took the different path, by being interested in being a prey-hunter. And so, when they all became to-be’s, himself and his sister were mentored by two strong cave-guard tribe cats, whilst Flame went off with a prey-hunter. Many moons did pass, when they all became what they wanted to be. Flame was gone hunting and patrolling a lot, while him and his sister were at the entrance, making sure all were safe inside. But there was one day when a rogue had crept too close to the entrance. Despite both his sister’s threats and hisses and Eagle telling him to scram, the rogue refused, and continued to come closer. Eagle and Willow were left with no choice but to chase off the tom. And so, they did. The rouge would turn and threaten a fight, but Eagle, despite being the younger brother, was twice the size of the rogue, and better fed than the rogue. But still, the pursuit continued, well into the last rays of the dying sun. They lost the tom, who’d managed to shake them off his trail some time after they’d gone through a dark forest, and onto open terrain. And it was then, that a rainstorm had forced them into sleeping in an abandoned badger’s den for the night. And by the time morning arrived, they hadn’t the slightest idea where they were, and their trail had been lost. And so, they themselves became lost. And so, fighting off challenging cats to survive, looking after one another, they decided there was no turning back, and made their home in the very same abandoned badger’s den, thriving wonderfully, despite the fact they were lost and far from their home.

Roleplaying Sample: Not Needed

Family: Feather of Hawk’s Wing [mother, dead]; Fire burning Eternal [father, dead]; Flame Burning Crimson [brother-where he belongs (the tribe)]; Melody of the Willows [sister]

Mate: None

Code Word: Warrior Cats

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