Owlheart

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Name | Virgil Owlheart Gender | Tom Age | 40 moons Rank | Warrior Clan | StreamClan Beliefs | Owlheart doesn't quite believe in StarClan, although he does think that there's something else out there. How else could everything be here? Whatever's out there though, he hopes they stay the hell away from him. Life's better when 'the other side' ain't involved. Cause let's face it, that side never gets involved except to take the credit. It's left to the living to make sure some heeled lackwit don't shoot up the place. Parents | Henry [father x alive x np] Repeat [mother x alive x np] Siblings | Morgan [brother x presumed dead x np] Evans [sister x alive x np] Everett Sootnose [adoptive brother x alive x played by glowy] Mate | not yet Crush | not yet Kits | not yet Apprentice | open Appearance | Light brown tabby fur covers a stocky, well-muscled body. Though he is only 40 moons, and consequently not too old for a clan cat, he has a very worn look about him, and a very serious one too. The kind of look that carries right to his sleepy golden eyes and says: 'Look partner, I don't want to fight you, but if you keep pressin' me I'm gonna knock you head over heels.' His gait is slow, bordering on lazy, and truth be told if there's a sunny spot and a free moment you're probably going to find Owlheart sleeping. However, the scars that break the flow of his coat will tell anyone in an instant that he's no fat kittypet trying to mooch off the clans' need for cats. Personality | "'Fraid my mamma didn't raise no scholar, raised a lawman." A man of serious demeanor and few words, Owlheart isn't exactly the first cat you'd pick out to be the sort that'd join a clan. Truth be told, he does like it more on his lonesome than with a group, Everett excluded, but not quite enough, though, to leave StreamClan. He's developed quite the loyalty toward them, and he's definitely not the type to run out on someone. Besides, he likes the stability StreamClan provides. He doesn't say much, and most of what does say is far from 'lurr-nehd speech'. He keeps things simple, sometimes clipping words from a sentence that he views as undersecretary...er unnecessary. And that's another thing: Owlheart tends to get some of the more 'educated' words mixed up, and if Everett isn't around to poke him, he doesn't always correct himself. Usually because he doesn't realize he needs correcting. But make no mistake: Owlheart's no simpleton. The cogs are turning in that mind of his, and while he might not always say much (or say it right) he knows what's going on in the world around him. He's observant to a T, and even if it looks like he's not paying attention, maybe dozing in the sun, you can rest assured that he most certainly is (paying attention, that is). Cats who know the term may call Owlheart a bit of a lawman, for all he doesn't exactly consider himself one. He does have rules though, rules which he respects, will defend, and boy howdy is it your life to break 'em. Now, you may think I'm talking about the Code, the rules warriors live by, and in part I am. But you have to realize that there are the Code's rules, and then there are Owlheart's rules, and Owlheart's rules tend to bend to meet the situation at hand. Everett and him sometimes refer to them as 'the Rules', and though often spoken of lightheartedly, there's no doubt that they were set on following them. The Code says not to kill...but Owlheart's rules say it's dandy fine so long as the cat in question had a mind to kill you too. The Code gives no leeway for women...but damn if Owlheart's rules don't treat them like a delicate flower not be stepped on (with numerous exceptions where it is more beneficial to not treat them so). Outnumbered? Code suggests you die with honor, defending your clan. Owlheart's rules insist you save your ass...you get the point. But even if his 'rules' may sometimes clash with the demands of the Warrior Code, as said before Owlheart is serious. He's not the joking rebel, wreaking havoc on all authority. He respects authority figures when they've earned it, and he doesn't go out of his way to make trouble. He may stray from the path if he thinks it's the right thing to do, but given time he'll be right back on it. Given all his you might think he's a humorless hardass. But he's not. It can be difficult to pick out when he's being humorous, but he is not without his moments of wit, dry though they may be. Skills | Owlheart is a fighter, no one can deny that. And a damn good one too. Doesn't matter if it's cats or badgers (and he already has a reputation for kicking badger ass). He's not quick to fight though: he just does what he feels needs to be done. His hunting, and by default his tracking, are decent enough. The training he received during his time as an apprentice certainly smoothed out some of his rough edges in the subject. However, he is by no means the best at either. It is in specialized skills like swimming in climbing that Owlheart fails. Whether this is because he can't do either or simply won't, no one knows for sure. But he has insisted in own his clipped and blunt way that you'll never catch him up a tree or fording a river. History | Well, they weren't no kittypets, but Virgil's parents did their best to raise him and his siblings right. But Virgil and his brother Morgan were real spitfires...and well, obviously making them mind was easier said than done. Whatever Repeat said the the two were sure to do the opposite of, and it was usually up to their sister, Evans, to keep them from getting into too much trouble. The one day she wasn't there was the day Virgil learned his lesson the hardest way there is. Repeat had told them not to play by the river time and time again. The current was too strong even for a fully grown cat, much less a kit, and it was for their own safety that she banned that area from their explorations. But of course, the temptation was much to strong for Virgil and Morgan, especially once they'd explored every other nook and cranny the small lakeside church that served as their home had to offer. It was a promising adventure, and the mysterious river bank did not disappoint. Floatsam, driftwood, all sorts of shiny things...and then, quite suddenly, no Morgan. Virgil ran to and fro, searching for his partner in tomfoolery, but he was nowhere to be found. He raced along the shore, fearing that his brother had gone into the river, and screams further downstream confirmed that. Virgil tried to go in after Morgan, but he soon lost him to the swift current, and he dare not go any further out into the river. The kit ran home to find his parents and the older cats set out at once to find their son. It was a while before they came back, and empty pawed. Virgil grew somber after that. He blamed himself for his brother's death, even at such a young age, and resolved to toe the line. As he grew older and eventually moved on, Virgil began to develop a certain set of laws for himself; a code if you will. He sought order, and this lead him to begin helping cats, mostly out of scraps or scuffles. As such, his code became filled with laws having to do with situations like that. 'Prepare for what you enemy can do, not what you think he will', 'Always help a lady in need', 'Make it one on one, even if it's one on twenty', etc. It was this code that lead him to save Everett. He'd been hunting down a meal when he heard two toms talking nearby, and none to quietly. Peeved that his hunt had been essentially ruined, he went to check out the situation, and lucky he did, for Everett at least. Some bruiser of a cat was beating the evalivin' out of him, and looked quite resolved to kill him. Hoho. Not in Virgil's side of the forest. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, son." "Oh yeah? 'An who's gonna stop me?" Obviously Virgil did, because Everett was alive to wake up the next day. And from that moment on they were somewhat of a team. Virgil brushed the scholarly cat up on fighting, while Everett brushed him up on proper english...and gave him a chance to have a brother again. Fair trade in Virgil's eyes. Few months later with a few more battles and scraps under their belt, the pair stumbled upon the land the clans would soon claim. The arrival of such a large group of cats came as a bit of a shock to Virgil, but he was quick to get over it and get down to business. When they needed help clearing the area of badgers, foxes, and hostile loners he was among the first to volunteer his help along with Everett. The clans remembered this service and when the time came to split and settle, they invited Virgil to join them. The tom went to StreamClan, Everett along with him, picking it out to be the most mild and stable of the clans. Boy howdy was he wrong. Within a year the clan lost its leader to a crippling, its deputy to death, and its medicine cat to god knows what. The cat who replaced Cloudstar, a she-cat by the name of Jaegertail, proved to be nothing less than a hardass, 'changing StreamClan's tune for the uppity-er' as Virgil would one day remark. Critique level | Make my cat FoF suitable speaking [bg=5c7764][atrb=width,470,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

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