Earthfeather [WIP]

[kandy]

GENERAL

Name: earthkit, earthpaw earthfeather.
Explanation: [earth] - for his tabby brown pelt, a mixture of dirt. [feather] - again for the brown feathers with silver dotings.
Gender: Tom
Age: forty-eight moons
Clan: EarthClan
Rank: Warrior[if i may try out, i would like to try for deputy]

APPEARANCE

Build: Lanky.
Fur: Brown Tabby.
Eyes: Blue-Green
Markings: Stripes across his back and forehead. Scars around his body. On his wings he has small spots of grey. Like rocks.
Overall:
you'll see the shadow fall over you if you look to the ground. but the second you look into the air you see the creature. brown wings, so much like the soil below your paws, with speckles (or spots) of grey-silver spread around. like the rocks you see every now and again peeking out of the ground. the wings of such creature spread out to be 50 inches long and are strong. they beat and hum as they flap along. but then the creature lands and the dust flies up, if only for a moment. then, before you is a sight so unreal, you howl in fear. a cat, with wing?! but then, the blue-green eyes you see drag you into the cat's world, speaking truths of the past, how life is hard. they are the window to this soul. then your eyes travel to the pelt, tabby brown. but the sections of ginger and grey are not hard to miss. the small strip of white on his nose, unattached to the white muzzle and toe tips that line him. his eyes are shadows by black fur, hard to miss, and then, his nose, a cherry pink.

NOTICE!
(i like to add, that the picture i based my cat off is this click and when i say spots of grey, i mean the grey tabby fur around his gentle, but spread across his wing span in the form of spots, if that is alright?.)

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits:
humorous,
kind,
honest,
clever
Negative Traits:
stubborn,
bad tempered,
bossy,
over-confident
Likes:
earthfeather loves to fly, to have the feel of the wind in his fur and to see the world as he was never meant to be.
but then again, he likes to try and run, folding his wings up as best as he can.
Dislikes:
earthfeather hates it when cats call him stubborn, bossy or over-confident. he just hates being judges for who he is, well for his flaws at least. he also hates having to be the center of someone's joke. he doesn't show it often (if it happens), his way to cover up pain, or hurt, is to make a joke about it all.
Fears:
earthfeather has perfected the act of driving into the sea to get fish, but he is scared to death when he does it. he is scared of drowning and never getting out of it.
he is also scared that he might injure himself, his wings mostly, and never be able to help his clan.
Ideals:
earthfeather values a lot. first of he values honesty. he sees it as the point where the cat before him can trust anyone, can overcome the fear of punishment and speak the truth.
the second, he values trust. if one can not trust him, he will still trust the that cat. he does not take easy to all, but if you say you did not do it, then you better not of.
Other:
he tells a funny joke, you laugh. he helps you up when you fall. he tells you that you look fine. he thinks on his toes. you can't help but love the positive side of him. you love the first signs, you love how free he seems. then the problems come. you tell him to stay, he stubbornly follows you. he yowls at you to shut up, the tempers are high. he starts to boss you around. then he starts doing things and failing, he's so stupidly over-confident! yo can't help but pick on his flaws. honestly, did you think it would be easy? he's just a normal creature living a normal life. flying and running a passion of his, but you can't help but laugh as he trips over his wings. when you call him a bossy person, he'll tune you out. make him part of your joke, expect a sarcastic laugh, or possibly a joke about it back. but revenge is so much sweeter. his fears are lined up for you to see, drowning and injury. small things, that he fears so deeply. one can not help but wonder. then there comes things he hold dear, honesty and trust. two things he love more then anything. but where does it all go? you build up the basics for earthfeather, warrior of Cliffclan.

HISTORY

Family: LIGHTHEART, my MOTHER if not less. She left me for dead, and all I can say is thank Starclan she's DEAD. Filthy EX-CLIFFCLAN she-cats.
DARKSIGHT, my FATHER if not less. He left me for dead, and all I can say is thank Starclan he's DEAD. Filthy EX-CLIFFCLAN toms.
DUSTKIT, my SISTER if not more. She guided me even though she was DEAD. Sparkling EX-CLIFFCLAN she-cats.
History:
my family was nothing but rude cats. never wanting a tom in the group. but they were given me and then my sister. father, darksight, had a weird feature, that even i, to this day, will never understand. he was not a wingless creature, but his wings baily kept him up, he was not the purest of the bunch. somewhere, during his life as a kitten in the womb, he must of became a sickly kitten. but i do not care. i guess you can say that it was my mother mostly, lightheart. light was only the color of her pelt, and the way she could gracefully fly in the sky. her heart was as black as the soul in her, if i had anything to say about it. dark and light together. but i guess good did come from the love-sick father and the abusive mother. dustkit and myself.

but this is my story.

i was a young kitten, but even then, i had blucky wings. i had been the one to cause my mom the most pain. i could laugh now at the voices i hear say she swore she'd kill my father if she had to go through that again. apparently, kit-birth is horrible. lucky males. but now, where was i? oh yes. after i had been born, my sister popped out swiftly. apparently, her wings were smaller then mine, but my mother only dragged them to her stomach requesting our father to name us. so he gave us simple names. earthkit, for my handsome-dashing brown tabby fur, and my sister dustkit for her dirty brown fur. so i guess you can say the first couple of days were sweet, sweet days, but there was this odd thing happening with my mother. she usually snuck out and well, one night i followed. when she was at the cliff tops, i finally noticed the crying bundle in her mouth. i would of yowled at her to stop but there was a blinding black blur and the i saw my mother and father battling in the sky. my sister falling, falling to her death, unable to use her dirty-brown wings. but the storms, the storm was horrible, it struck my mother in the left wing and with her claws dug into my father, they were both dragged down. i had even sat at the edge of the cliff watching my father go down. his eyes had locked with mine, on that fateful third moon of my life. i had lost the only family i had ever known. and yet, i was relieved. but where did that leave me?

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