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Description

EDIT: Transfered him to the sheet finally!

Basic Information

Name:

Greystag

Past Names:

Greykit (kit), Greypaw (apprentice)

Name Meaning:

Grey given due to the colour of his pelt, Stag was given for his broad body structure as well as how he holds himself highly.

Age:

62 moons ( 5 years, 2 months )

Sex:

Male

Gender:

identifies as a Tom cat

Breed:

Moggy, American shorthair and Norwegian forest cat influences

Clan:

Sleetclan

Rank:

Deputy

Likes:

Wrestling/Play-fighting

Kits

Snow

Smell of autumn

Wind

Climbing

Stories

Waking before the sun

Dislikes:

Sleeping in

Birds
heat
insects

Physical Information

Scent:

Warm earthy scent, with a subtle hint of milk

Eye color:

Blue

Fur colour:

Silver and white with darker grey marbling

Fur texture:

Soft, thick, and dry

Size and shape:

Square and bulky tom, he has a thick strong frame under all that fur. Is above average in size.

Other features:

A few minor nicks in his ears and across his face, most over scars do not show due to his fur

Quick description:

Long haired, silver marbled Tom, with clear blue eyes

Voice:

Young, deep, and bouncy

Stats

Attack: 8/10

Tactics: 6/10
Endurance: 10/10

Speed: 4/10
Agility: 5/10
Strength: 5/10

Swimming: 2/10

Jumping: 5/10

Climbing: 5/10

Stealth: 3/10

Herbal knowledge: 3/10

Kitting knowledge: 0/10

Eyesight: 5/10

Scent: 8/10

Hearing: 5/10

Belief in starclan: 8/10

Fighting style: When ever this Tom fights, it feels more like wrestling a sibling. His moves more often include scolding swipes across the ears, and pinning his opponent to the ground. His thick fur gives him great defence, but Greystag never seems to fully commit himself to a battle, and merely tries to batter and subdue his opponent, pinning them till they give. He has an excellent sense of strategy, easily picking up on weaknesses, and adapting to a varsity of styles. However he isn't the strongest of toms, and can be countered more easily by cats who fight erratically, move to quickly for Greystag to study them, or use brute force over trying to strategize. He takes his time, keeping his distance from his opponent, but remaining calm as he studies there movements. Often speaking to them as if they where an old friend as they fight, telling them what they did wrong, 'punishing' them for making mistakes.

Five being average

Personality

+ positive

- negative

= neutral

[ +Brotherly ][ +Easy going ][ =Firm ][ =Worrier ][ -Clingy ][ -Nosey ]

[ +Brotherly ]

To Greystag, every cat in the clan are like his little brothers and sisters. He gets personal with them, gets too know them, he's the shoulder you can lean on, the one you can bring your troubles too if you don't know who else to talk with. A trust worthy cat that loves to help out his clan-mates, like his own kin. He often likes to wrestle with younger toms as well, as if they where is brothers. A free spirited cat, but he sometimes does not act his age especially around those closest to him. But he is easy to get along with, and a friend for life, kin for life. But we isn't afraid to scold you like a disobedient child as well.

[ +Calm ]
"You'll figure this out better if you have a level head."

Despite the worrywart that he is, Greystag is almost always seen as calm and laid back. Roaming around, tail held just above the ground, relaxed. He doesn't fully show his fears or his loneliness, just simply says ok, Ya he understands. He can be a bit of a pouter, but you will almost never hear Greystag raise his voice, or become angry. Even in battle, or frightening situations, he's calm, and reasoning.

[ =Firm ]
"My word is finally. Alright?"

Greystag is an enforcer, he believes wholly in the warrior code and the words of his leader. He can take control of a situation, but believes in punishments. He claims it's the only way to get through to young Toms, words don't do any good on there thick heads. And when Greystag speaks, unless told other wise by his leader, his word is law and no one can convince him other wise. He doesn't dance around a subject, he'll be upfront with you when something is concerning him.

[ =Worrier ]

"Are you sure your ok? Want me to take you to the medicine cat? Is your brother bothering you again? Oh wait... Is it that Tom you liked? Do you want me to go give him a good cuff over the ears?"
If Greystag senses even the slightest abnormality in a cat, he's all over them, asking if they are ok and if they might need anything from him. He genuinely cares deeply bout each cat in his clan, taking his time to get to know them on a personal level. He sometimes wonders if he will make a good leader, and frets over any poor decisions he may have made, or perhaps there was a better way to go around that certain situation.

[ -Clingy ]

"Where are you running off too in such a hurry? Want any company? I could help Ya out!"

Greystag is dependant on the attention from others, a social butterfly, who's wings feel clipped if he isn't around another cat 24/7. He loves to socialize, and it will leave him feeling a bit grey if someone leaves him alone for even a moment, often pouting about if feeling exclude from conversations or activities. If you start to talk with him, or befriend him he'll follow you around all day until he finds another cat to latch onto.

[ - Nosey ]

"Hey, watch Ya up to? Hmm?"
Greystag doesn't know when it's best to just back off. If he thinks something may be wrong he will continue to pester your for a strait answer. Unless of course you give him a good swipe, then he'll just get all pouty. He also seems to have the need to eavesdrop into every conversation, and may butt in mid sentence asking what everyone is talking about. Greystag hates it when cats keep secrets from him, especially his leader.

Subject to change as character is developed through RP

Facts and current goals:
Greystag is afraid of birds

Greystag thinks of the here and now more than the future of his clan
He hates bugs
often spends time talking with the queens, even after the passing of his mother he still visited the queens den to chat and assist with kits

Family

Mother:

(Deceased) Honeysun - Pale tabby she-cat with golden eyes

Father:

(Deceased) Whitetiger - Silver tabby Tom with blue eyes

Siblings:

Silvermist - Small grey tabby Tom with golden eyes

Bluewater - Dark grey she-cat with blue eyes

Mate:

None.

Kits:

None.

Clan relations

Mentor:

Redstorm - Ginger tabby she-cat, golden eyes

Past Apprentices:

Frostwhisker - Pale grey Tom with thick fur and yellow eyes

Current Apprentices:

none

Sexual Orientation

Mate:

Open

Orientation:

Heterosexual

Looking for:

- Quick Fling -

- 'Dating' Though Not Mates -

- Lasting Relationship -

Activity:

He has had a few little crushes and 'flings' here and there, but wishes to settle down with a she-cat and have kits of his own one day.

Prefers: (Greystag likes shy, gentle she-cats who love to cuddle and sweet talk. He finds himself intimated by bold and upfront cats, in terms of trying to flirt with them anyway. Greystag also finds awkward she-cats cute, tending to approach the more 'wall flower' type of gals)

Slender

Soft fur

Smaller than him

Blue eyes

Sweet

Quiet

Shy

Affectionate

Awkward

Bashful

Disprefers:

Serious

Tall

Dominant

Masculine/Tom-boy

Outgoing

Bold markings

Ships(non-official relationships): N/A

Relationship history: none

Biography

Kit-hood

Honeysun gave bir to a litter of three healthy kits one new-leaf evening, Greykit, Bluekit, and Silverkit. Greykit was a nervous kit growing up, he always stood up for his siblings, but even the tiniest fluttering of a leaf sent him skittering to his mothers side. The three siblings spent time together, often wandering around on little 'adventures. however when they ventured from the den Greykit kept mewling about all the dangers they would need to look out for, but in fear of being left behind, Greykit stumbled after them non the less.

Apprentice

When Greypaw became a warrior, he was eager to meet his new den mates, spending much of his first days trying to make friends with the new apprentices. During the day he often hung out with his new fr ends, but Greypaw would always spend the nights sleeping next to his siblings. Even as an apprentice Greypaw was jumpy, but he grew bolder with age, openly scolding those and speaking up when somone broke the rules. He was quite the taddle-tail. The some of the other apprentices did not appretiate this and it began to provoked the younger cats. Greypaw started getting into scuffles, defending what he though was right with tooth and claw, or in defence of his siblings if anyway so much as looked at them the wrong way. However this us usually ended in Greypaw getting rather scuffed up by the older more experiance apprentices. Redstorm, Greypaws mentor, brought up his concerns with the young toms fighting, and began to teach him how to wrestle and subdue an opponant rather then shredding them with claws. He noted that Greypaw would grow to a considerable size, and that was somthing he could use to his advantage. While sceptical at first how you could possibly win a fight by just tossing an apponant around, Greypaw excelled in his training under this new style of fighting, Wrestling. As Greypaw aged, he grew less high strung, but would almost always casually accept a fight if given the opportunity.

Warrior
Greystag, he spent many nights contemplating the possible meaning behind his new name, perhaps it was his size and shape, or his noble ways? He would never ask, and accept his new name and stature with pride. His mentor succumb to green cough shortly after becoming a warrior, he grieved for his mentor, but honoured his life as his teacher and a friend. He would often visit his mother over the moons, she had stayed in the nursery deciding she was to old to return to the life of a warrior but enjoyed the queens company to much to leave. Greystag would often assist with the care of kits unlike most other toms his age, and would often chat with her about one day having kits of his own. She would tease him about all the pretty she-cats he could have. His father had passed away as an apprentice and he did not wish for his mother to feel alone. But it wasn't long before Honeysun joined Greystags father in Starclan. Greystag buried her by the riverside along with his siblings after they had shared tounges with her until Honeysun's pelt grew cold. They would miss there mother, but she now run free among the stars.
After Honeysun's passing, Greystag grew more attatched to his duties as a warrior, training his apprentice, an offering to take lead in patrols. And then the day came when Greystag, was named deputy.

Deputy

--current--

Relationships

[ Sleetclan ]

[ Nightclan ]

[ Breezeclan ]

[ Scourchclan ]

Roleplay Example
The Forest gleamed under a fresh powder of snow, bare trees swaying in a gentle Leaf-bare breeze. Greystag sat back on his haunches just under the shelter of a bare aspen, watching, and chuffing at the birds over head. Damned things. Sparrows darted through the trees, chirping without a care, as if mocking the cats bellow. The bushy Tom-cat flattened his ears to his head but his thoughts where interrupted as a slender white cat came padding up next to him. Greystag didn't take notice of the Tom, the white warrior squared his shoulders against the breeze and looked, a little confused, at his senior. "What are you doing." He meowed softly flicking his eyes to the birds overhead. Greystag dropped his gaze, eyes soft and carefree as he greeted the Tom with a flick of his bushy tail. "Damn things." The warrior scoffed. "Look at Em Whitestep, mocking us, flittering about above the trees." Greystag meowed with a playfulness to his voice. Whitestep gave a murmur of agreement but held his tense stance. Greystag frowned and shouldered the white warrior as he stood. "Oh come on now, no need to be like that." The young Tom simply gazed at him with a constricted expression on his face."But my paws are going to freeze off." He mewled, half to himself. Greystag felt a tugg of pity for the little white tom, to be born with such a thin layer of fur. "Well the then, let's get moving, warm up those muscles, and the sooner we get this borders marked the sooner we can get home. But you gotta hold that head of yours a bit higher, unless you want me to send you home right now."
Whitestep imidiatly lifted his head to shake it. "No, no, I wanna come with. Sorry Greystag."
"That's more like it, can't have ya getting to chummy with your deputy, show a little pride." Greystag rose to his paws, demonstrating a tall striding walk, when a sparrow suddenly fluttered past his ears, sending the silver Tom leaping into the air with a startled meow. Whitestep chuckled behind him, and finally broke into a smile.

RP Status

Notes: Notes would be good, i would notice them right away, good for private role playing as well.
Skype: not at the moment, but when accessible for sure.
Comments: Comments work!

Description

EDIT: Transfered him to the sheet finally!

Basic Information

Name:

Greystag

Past Names:

Greykit (kit), Greypaw (apprentice)

Name Meaning:

Grey given due to the colour of his pelt, Stag was given for his broad body structure as well as how he holds himself highly.

Age:

62 moons ( 5 years, 2 months )

Sex:

Male

Gender:

identifies as a Tom cat

Breed:

Moggy, American shorthair and Norwegian forest cat influences

Clan:

Sleetclan

Rank:

Deputy

Likes:

Wrestling/Play-fighting

Kits

Snow

Smell of autumn

Wind

Climbing

Stories

Waking before the sun

Dislikes:

Sleeping in

Birds
heat
insects

Physical Information

Scent:

Warm earthy scent, with a subtle hint of milk

Eye color:

Blue

Fur colour:

Silver and white with darker grey marbling

Fur texture:

Soft, thick, and dry

Size and shape:

Square and bulky tom, he has a thick strong frame under all that fur. Is above average in size.

Other features:

A few minor nicks in his ears and across his face, most over scars do not show due to his fur

Quick description:

Long haired, silver marbled Tom, with clear blue eyes

Voice:

Young, deep, and bouncy

Stats

Attack: 8/10

Tactics: 6/10
Endurance: 10/10

Speed: 4/10
Agility: 5/10
Strength: 5/10

Swimming: 2/10

Jumping: 5/10

Climbing: 5/10

Stealth: 3/10

Herbal knowledge: 3/10

Kitting knowledge: 0/10

Eyesight: 5/10

Scent: 8/10

Hearing: 5/10

Belief in starclan: 8/10

Fighting style: When ever this Tom fights, it feels more like wrestling a sibling. His moves more often include scolding swipes across the ears, and pinning his opponent to the ground. His thick fur gives him great defence, but Greystag never seems to fully commit himself to a battle, and merely tries to batter and subdue his opponent, pinning them till they give. He has an excellent sense of strategy, easily picking up on weaknesses, and adapting to a varsity of styles. However he isn't the strongest of toms, and can be countered more easily by cats who fight erratically, move to quickly for Greystag to study them, or use brute force over trying to strategize. He takes his time, keeping his distance from his opponent, but remaining calm as he studies there movements. Often speaking to them as if they where an old friend as they fight, telling them what they did wrong, 'punishing' them for making mistakes.

Five being average

Personality

+ positive

- negative

= neutral

[ +Brotherly ][ +Easy going ][ =Firm ][ =Worrier ][ -Clingy ][ -Nosey ]

[ +Brotherly ]

To Greystag, every cat in the clan are like his little brothers and sisters. He gets personal with them, gets too know them, he's the shoulder you can lean on, the one you can bring your troubles too if you don't know who else to talk with. A trust worthy cat that loves to help out his clan-mates, like his own kin. He often likes to wrestle with younger toms as well, as if they where is brothers. A free spirited cat, but he sometimes does not act his age especially around those closest to him. But he is easy to get along with, and a friend for life, kin for life. But we isn't afraid to scold you like a disobedient child as well.

[ +Calm ]
"You'll figure this out better if you have a level head."

Despite the worrywart that he is, Greystag is almost always seen as calm and laid back. Roaming around, tail held just above the ground, relaxed. He doesn't fully show his fears or his loneliness, just simply says ok, Ya he understands. He can be a bit of a pouter, but you will almost never hear Greystag raise his voice, or become angry. Even in battle, or frightening situations, he's calm, and reasoning.

[ =Firm ]
"My word is finally. Alright?"

Greystag is an enforcer, he believes wholly in the warrior code and the words of his leader. He can take control of a situation, but believes in punishments. He claims it's the only way to get through to young Toms, words don't do any good on there thick heads. And when Greystag speaks, unless told other wise by his leader, his word is law and no one can convince him other wise. He doesn't dance around a subject, he'll be upfront with you when something is concerning him.

[ =Worrier ]

"Are you sure your ok? Want me to take you to the medicine cat? Is your brother bothering you again? Oh wait... Is it that Tom you liked? Do you want me to go give him a good cuff over the ears?"
If Greystag senses even the slightest abnormality in a cat, he's all over them, asking if they are ok and if they might need anything from him. He genuinely cares deeply bout each cat in his clan, taking his time to get to know them on a personal level. He sometimes wonders if he will make a good leader, and frets over any poor decisions he may have made, or perhaps there was a better way to go around that certain situation.

[ -Clingy ]

"Where are you running off too in such a hurry? Want any company? I could help Ya out!"

Greystag is dependant on the attention from others, a social butterfly, who's wings feel clipped if he isn't around another cat 24/7. He loves to socialize, and it will leave him feeling a bit grey if someone leaves him alone for even a moment, often pouting about if feeling exclude from conversations or activities. If you start to talk with him, or befriend him he'll follow you around all day until he finds another cat to latch onto.

[ - Nosey ]

"Hey, watch Ya up to? Hmm?"
Greystag doesn't know when it's best to just back off. If he thinks something may be wrong he will continue to pester your for a strait answer. Unless of course you give him a good swipe, then he'll just get all pouty. He also seems to have the need to eavesdrop into every conversation, and may butt in mid sentence asking what everyone is talking about. Greystag hates it when cats keep secrets from him, especially his leader.

Subject to change as character is developed through RP

Facts and current goals:
Greystag is afraid of birds

Greystag thinks of the here and now more than the future of his clan
He hates bugs
often spends time talking with the queens, even after the passing of his mother he still visited the queens den to chat and assist with kits

Family

Mother:

(Deceased) Honeysun - Pale tabby she-cat with golden eyes

Father:

(Deceased) Whitetiger - Silver tabby Tom with blue eyes

Siblings:

Silvermist - Small grey tabby Tom with golden eyes

Bluewater - Dark grey she-cat with blue eyes

Mate:

None.

Kits:

None.

Clan relations

Mentor:

Redstorm - Ginger tabby she-cat, golden eyes

Past Apprentices:

Frostwhisker - Pale grey Tom with thick fur and yellow eyes

Current Apprentices:

none

Sexual Orientation

Mate:

Open

Orientation:

Heterosexual

Looking for:

- Quick Fling -

- 'Dating' Though Not Mates -

- Lasting Relationship -

Activity:

He has had a few little crushes and 'flings' here and there, but wishes to settle down with a she-cat and have kits of his own one day.

Prefers: (Greystag likes shy, gentle she-cats who love to cuddle and sweet talk. He finds himself intimated by bold and upfront cats, in terms of trying to flirt with them anyway. Greystag also finds awkward she-cats cute, tending to approach the more 'wall flower' type of gals)

Slender

Soft fur

Smaller than him

Blue eyes

Sweet

Quiet

Shy

Affectionate

Awkward

Bashful

Disprefers:

Serious

Tall

Dominant

Masculine/Tom-boy

Outgoing

Bold markings

Ships(non-official relationships): N/A

Relationship history: none

Biography

Kit-hood

Honeysun gave bir to a litter of three healthy kits one new-leaf evening, Greykit, Bluekit, and Silverkit. Greykit was a nervous kit growing up, he always stood up for his siblings, but even the tiniest fluttering of a leaf sent him skittering to his mothers side. The three siblings spent time together, often wandering around on little 'adventures. however when they ventured from the den Greykit kept mewling about all the dangers they would need to look out for, but in fear of being left behind, Greykit stumbled after them non the less.

Apprentice

When Greypaw became a warrior, he was eager to meet his new den mates, spending much of his first days trying to make friends with the new apprentices. During the day he often hung out with his new fr ends, but Greypaw would always spend the nights sleeping next to his siblings. Even as an apprentice Greypaw was jumpy, but he grew bolder with age, openly scolding those and speaking up when somone broke the rules. He was quite the taddle-tail. The some of the other apprentices did not appretiate this and it began to provoked the younger cats. Greypaw started getting into scuffles, defending what he though was right with tooth and claw, or in defence of his siblings if anyway so much as looked at them the wrong way. However this us usually ended in Greypaw getting rather scuffed up by the older more experiance apprentices. Redstorm, Greypaws mentor, brought up his concerns with the young toms fighting, and began to teach him how to wrestle and subdue an opponant rather then shredding them with claws. He noted that Greypaw would grow to a considerable size, and that was somthing he could use to his advantage. While sceptical at first how you could possibly win a fight by just tossing an apponant around, Greypaw excelled in his training under this new style of fighting, Wrestling. As Greypaw aged, he grew less high strung, but would almost always casually accept a fight if given the opportunity.

Warrior
Greystag, he spent many nights contemplating the possible meaning behind his new name, perhaps it was his size and shape, or his noble ways? He would never ask, and accept his new name and stature with pride. His mentor succumb to green cough shortly after becoming a warrior, he grieved for his mentor, but honoured his life as his teacher and a friend. He would often visit his mother over the moons, she had stayed in the nursery deciding she was to old to return to the life of a warrior but enjoyed the queens company to much to leave. Greystag would often assist with the care of kits unlike most other toms his age, and would often chat with her about one day having kits of his own. She would tease him about all the pretty she-cats he could have. His father had passed away as an apprentice and he did not wish for his mother to feel alone. But it wasn't long before Honeysun joined Greystags father in Starclan. Greystag buried her by the riverside along with his siblings after they had shared tounges with her until Honeysun's pelt grew cold. They would miss there mother, but she now run free among the stars.
After Honeysun's passing, Greystag grew more attatched to his duties as a warrior, training his apprentice, an offering to take lead in patrols. And then the day came when Greystag, was named deputy.

Deputy

--current--

Relationships

[ Sleetclan ]

[ Nightclan ]

[ Breezeclan ]

[ Scourchclan ]

Roleplay Example
The Forest gleamed under a fresh powder of snow, bare trees swaying in a gentle Leaf-bare breeze. Greystag sat back on his haunches just under the shelter of a bare aspen, watching, and chuffing at the birds over head. Damned things. Sparrows darted through the trees, chirping without a care, as if mocking the cats bellow. The bushy Tom-cat flattened his ears to his head but his thoughts where interrupted as a slender white cat came padding up next to him. Greystag didn't take notice of the Tom, the white warrior squared his shoulders against the breeze and looked, a little confused, at his senior. "What are you doing." He meowed softly flicking his eyes to the birds overhead. Greystag dropped his gaze, eyes soft and carefree as he greeted the Tom with a flick of his bushy tail. "Damn things." The warrior scoffed. "Look at Em Whitestep, mocking us, flittering about above the trees." Greystag meowed with a playfulness to his voice. Whitestep gave a murmur of agreement but held his tense stance. Greystag frowned and shouldered the white warrior as he stood. "Oh come on now, no need to be like that." The young Tom simply gazed at him with a constricted expression on his face."But my paws are going to freeze off." He mewled, half to himself. Greystag felt a tugg of pity for the little white tom, to be born with such a thin layer of fur. "Well the then, let's get moving, warm up those muscles, and the sooner we get this borders marked the sooner we can get home. But you gotta hold that head of yours a bit higher, unless you want me to send you home right now."
Whitestep imidiatly lifted his head to shake it. "No, no, I wanna come with. Sorry Greystag."
"That's more like it, can't have ya getting to chummy with your deputy, show a little pride." Greystag rose to his paws, demonstrating a tall striding walk, when a sparrow suddenly fluttered past his ears, sending the silver Tom leaping into the air with a startled meow. Whitestep chuckled behind him, and finally broke into a smile.

RP Status

Notes: Notes would be good, i would notice them right away, good for private role playing as well.
Skype: not at the moment, but when accessible for sure.
Comments: Comments work!