Description
Adderfang of Basaltclan!
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.: Basic Info :.
Name: Adderfang
Prefix Meaning: Adder-his personality
Suffix Meaning: fang- his temper and the way he hurts others with his words
Past Names: Adder, Adderfin
Nickname(s): Adder, Salt
Current Clan: Basalt
Rank: Warrior
Past Affiliations: Rouge
Mentor: n/a
Past Mentor: Nettlethroat
Apprentice: n/a
Past Apprentice(s): n/a
Age: 16 moons
Sex: male
Gender: male
Voice: Low, dark toned with almost a snarl as he says anything
Scent: Salt water
Brief Book-Style Description: Mostly white tom with a dark mask and lighter brown patched body
Breed(s): American shorthair mix
Fur Description: Average length fur that’s thick and a little rough, his tail is a bitter fluffier than normal
Muscular Description: A little more built than average
.: Personality :.
Positive traits:
Loyal, Swift thinking, Honest
Adderfang believes his clan is his life. After being accepted and trained, he would do anything it takes to protect his adoptive clan. He thinks quickly in difficult situations. The tom isn’t afraid to tell you something without sugar coating in, in fact, he’ll tell you how he really feels about anything.
Neutral traits:
Introvert, Reserved, Confident
Adderfang keeps to himself and tries not to let anyone into his heart and thoughts. In doing so, he seems distant and can snap at those who try. He is overly confident in himself and his skills, often getting into trouble.
Negative traits:
Sexist, Aggressive, Unpredictable
Adderfang strongly believes in Basaltclan’s patriarchy and despises the thought of she-cats having power. He is aggressive to anyone in his way and unpredictable when even the slightest disturbed.
.: History :.
Kithood:
Adderfang and his littermate Typhamask were born to a rouge couple on the island. Adderfang never got along with his brother, arguing and starting fights often as a kit. A few moons before the island sank, Typhamask met Gentlefin and Adderfang grew jealous and bitter. When the island started sinking, Gentlestream found the pair and helped them get to safety after discovering their parents were gone. When on trash island, Adderfang grew even more bitter and jealous of the pair and started hating she-cats. When his brother joined Geyserclan, he joined Basalt clan due to agreeing with their patriarch ways.
Apprenticeship:
Even after getting a rough start as an apprentice, Adderfang worked hard for his adoptive clan. He learned Basaltclan’s ways quickly and adjusted well. He secretly longed to find someone like Typhamask had and it made him colder each passing day. His competitive nature showed when he did his assessments.
Warriorhood:
Adderfang received his warrior name recently and is still adjusting. He doesn’t see she-cats as anything more than kit-bearers now. He’d rather not be bothered with apprentices and kits and tries his hardest to stay away from them if possible. Now with a new island to call home, he doesn’t know what entirely is going on and is hoping for something stable.
.: Statistics :.
8/10 Hearing
7/10 Scent
8/10 Sight
6/10 Speed
5/10 Agility
4/10 Stamina
6/10 Flexibility
7/10 Strength
6/10 Attack
4/10 Defense
4/10 Stalking
5/10 Hunting
4/10 Fishing
4/10 Swimming
6/10 Memory
6/10 Mental Sanity
.: Romantic Relations :.
Status: Single and looking!
Fertility: 95%
Sexuality: Straight
Current Mate: Looking
Past Mate(s): n/a
Slight Attraction:
Current Attraction:
Past Attraction(s): n/a
Preferences:
Looks for in a cat:
✔️ Long Fur
✔️Obedient
✔️ Strong Willed
Dislikes in a cat:
❌ Hairless
❌ Disobedient
❌ Completely Submissive
.: Relative Relations :.
Family:
Grandparents:
Biological Parents: Barley (Father), Star (Mother)
Adoptive Parents (If Any):
Cousins:
Littermates: Typhamask
Siblings:
Adopted Siblings:
Offspring:
Adopted Offspring:
Other Relatives:
.: Roleplaying Info :.
RP Style:
✔️| First Person
✔️| Third Person
✔️| Sentences
✔️| Paragraphs
RP Contact Info:
✔️| Notes
✔️| Comments
✔️| Discord
✔️| Google Docs
✔️| Other
RP Content:
✔️| G
✔️ | PG +13
✔️ | M
Roleplay Example:
(used from Tawnypool’s application)
Moonlily padded on the soft earth in silence. Her blue-gray fur shone in the moonlight and her worried eyes were wide with fear. "Cobwebs to stop bleeding and poppy seeds for shock.." she recited. As a new medicine cat, she had never expected the flow of injured cats to increase after her mentor had passed. The wind rustling the leaves around her gave her a chill. For a small cat, she had big fears. Her ears twitched and swiveled as she tried to locate a small sound nearby. It reminded her of pawsteps, but who's?