Tornfoot_Marshclan_Male (Finished)

[tamura]

Name: Tornfoot
Age: 2 yrs
Gender: Male
Breed: Turkish van mix
Clan: Marshclan
Rank: Warrior





Eye color: soft yellow
Pelt color: gray
Markings: Orange
Height: 1ft 2 inches
Weight: 10 lbs


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Likes: sun bathing, star-light, and assisting the medicine cats.
Dislikes: rain, thunder, and arrogance
Full Personality: very withdrawn and quiet, Tornfoot isn't one you'll see socializing with other cats. He prefers to work in the background of things and assist without drawing too much attention to himself. This cat tends to day-dream often and he may be caught by surprise if you interrupt him during one of these day-dreams. He suffers from extreme shyness and the ability to sense what others may feel, making him quite compassionate. He has little interest in fighting with other cats for no reason, his soul intention is serving his clan.





Birth Day: March, 13th
Birth Clan: Marshclan
Family: His father was a traitor, his mother died a few weeks after kitting.
History: Born in a small litter of only three, Tornfoot was the largest and most fit to live. His mother had died only a week after giving birth to Tornfoot and his two sisters, and they had hardly been weaned. Starving, the other two died soon after. Tornfoot was the only one to survive, being taken care of by a queen who's kits had finally grown out of suckling. Tornfoots father soon left Marshclan, after an attempt assassination of the clan leader, and was later announced dead after a patrol caught him leading enemy cats into the territory. As Tornfoot grew, this was kept a secret from him, but he was still treated as an under-classman by the kits which he grew up with. He remained quite withdrawn for most of his young life, even through apprenticeship, and many a cat avoided him. During a patrol Tornfoot had been chasing a hare, which strayed over enemy lines and led him into an aggressive clans territory. A patrol had just happened to be passing by and they all began to chase him through the forest. Running for his life Tornfoot tried desperately to reach camp but ended up tripping and twisting his hind left foot. The cats, thinking of him too wounded to survive, left him for dead. A few hours later a patrol stumbled upon Tornfoot and guided him back to camp. After a moon or so of healing, Tornfoot was given his warrior name. Now the tom walks with a slight limp, but the injury has healed pretty well, well enough for him to even run.

[Stella]

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