Personnel Traits
Name: Jinx
Alias: He'd rather be called by his full name
Age: 41 moons old
Gender: Tom
Personality: If you picture the high schooled young boy with glasses who doesn't talk much during the class but is always the first to raise his hand, you'd practically have Jinx. He is proud, wise, cautious, peace-loving, clever, obediant, playful, funny, respectful, honest, loyal, gentle, and caring. Even though he tries his hardest to not let daily life ruin his positivity, his sensitivity always gets the better of him.
History: Jinx's family cared dearly about him but his sister sadly died at birth. His happiness as a kit was shortly lived, for 3 moons after his birth, while his father was out hunting and his mother was in the den with him, a badger close by had a taste for blood. After killing his father, his mother started wondering why her mate was taking so long to return. As she reached the den exit, she backed up as the huge badger came in and started trying to get to him in order to kill him. His mother fought back bravely, but not long after she made the badger move back a little, she was killed in cold blood as well. He watched horrified as her blood touched his paws and he screamed out for help. Thankfully, StarClan granted him help, for a loner he hadn't seen before had heard his cries for help and rushed in to save him. The loner bravely fought and killed the badger and generously raised him as her own. The two loners then lived in a small abandoned fox den for about 20 moons until they both got bored of their surroundings and curiously travelled towards the mountains. Even though he trusted the she-cat who saved him with his life, he still didn't let her know of his power. Not long after the two of them entered the mountain lands, they encountered more cats from the tribe of The Universals.
Physical Traits
Breed of Cat: Japanese bobtail
Height: 30 centimeters
Weight: 10 pounds
Color of Eyes: Amber
Appearance: Bob-tailed white tom with brown, gray, and russet tortoiseshell splotches on fur.
Physical/Performance-wise Strengths: Bob-tail allows him to run a little bit faster than other cats, stamina is a little bit better than other cats, and his thin coat makes it easy for him to live in hot weather.
Physical/Performance-wise Weakness: Thin fur makes him not good with cold weather, especially during leaf-bare, bob-tail makes him unable to climb trees and he's not able to always land on his feet thanks to his bobbed-tail either.
Mental Traits
Interests: Hopes of one day becoming the mate of some she-cat, impress another cat, and die knowing other cats will be proud of what he's accomplished.
Dislikes: Two-legs, Two-legs' dogs, loners, badgers, foxes, being alone, rude kits, being disrespected, being called "stumpy" because of his tail, and being insulted/bullied.
Fears: Drowning, fate, death in general, and war.
Mental Strengths: His gentle and loyal nature makes him sort of a role-model for younger cats and makes him very easy to communicate with no matter who/what the cat is.
Mental Weaknesses: Sensitivity tends him to over-react, become stressed out easily, and very easy to upset.
Social Status
Tribe/Clan: The Universals
Rank: Primary Space
Family: Both his parents were killed by a badger 3 moons after he was born and a loner saved him from suffering the same fate.
Mate: None yet, but hoping of having one some day
Kits: Nope, but he thinks he might have some one day because he always liked playing with kits
SOUL BOUND PARTNER: ...
Extra: Not really, besides his power
RP Sample: Jinx yawned tiredly, his white teeth flashing in the milky darkness of the warriors' den. The speckled bob-tailed warrior stood up, stretching his back and clawing the ground under his fore-paws. Some mornings I wake up ready to go, but today I'm a bit laid-back, he thought to himself. His bobbed-tail wagged a little before he yawned again and padded outside. His amber eyes scanned the expanse of camp, searching for some cats to talk to, but he saw none. He then glanced at the fresh-kill pile, noticing it was a little low. Maybe I'll ask someone to go with me to help hunt and bring the fresh-kill pile back up, he added in thought as he sat down on his rump, waiting for other cats in his tribe to wake up.
HIM AND HOLLOW ARE SOULBOUNDED!
Name: Jinx
Alias: He'd rather be called by his full name
Age: 41 moons old
Gender: Tom
Personality: If you picture the high schooled young boy with glasses who doesn't talk much during the class but is always the first to raise his hand, you'd practically have Jinx. He is proud, wise, cautious, peace-loving, clever, obediant, playful, funny, respectful, honest, loyal, gentle, and caring. Even though he tries his hardest to not let daily life ruin his positivity, his sensitivity always gets the better of him.
History: Jinx's family cared dearly about him but his sister sadly died at birth. His happiness as a kit was shortly lived, for 3 moons after his birth, while his father was out hunting and his mother was in the den with him, a badger close by had a taste for blood. After killing his father, his mother started wondering why her mate was taking so long to return. As she reached the den exit, she backed up as the huge badger came in and started trying to get to him in order to kill him. His mother fought back bravely, but not long after she made the badger move back a little, she was killed in cold blood as well. He watched horrified as her blood touched his paws and he screamed out for help. Thankfully, StarClan granted him help, for a loner he hadn't seen before had heard his cries for help and rushed in to save him. The loner bravely fought and killed the badger and generously raised him as her own. The two loners then lived in a small abandoned fox den for about 20 moons until they both got bored of their surroundings and curiously travelled towards the mountains. Even though he trusted the she-cat who saved him with his life, he still didn't let her know of his power. Not long after the two of them entered the mountain lands, they encountered more cats from the tribe of The Universals.
Physical Traits
Breed of Cat: Japanese bobtail
Height: 30 centimeters
Weight: 10 pounds
Color of Eyes: Amber
Appearance: Bob-tailed white tom with brown, gray, and russet tortoiseshell splotches on fur.
Physical/Performance-wise Strengths: Bob-tail allows him to run a little bit faster than other cats, stamina is a little bit better than other cats, and his thin coat makes it easy for him to live in hot weather.
Physical/Performance-wise Weakness: Thin fur makes him not good with cold weather, especially during leaf-bare, bob-tail makes him unable to climb trees and he's not able to always land on his feet thanks to his bobbed-tail either.
Mental Traits
Interests: Hopes of one day becoming the mate of some she-cat, impress another cat, and die knowing other cats will be proud of what he's accomplished.
Dislikes: Two-legs, Two-legs' dogs, loners, badgers, foxes, being alone, rude kits, being disrespected, being called "stumpy" because of his tail, and being insulted/bullied.
Fears: Drowning, fate, death in general, and war.
Mental Strengths: His gentle and loyal nature makes him sort of a role-model for younger cats and makes him very easy to communicate with no matter who/what the cat is.
Mental Weaknesses: Sensitivity tends him to over-react, become stressed out easily, and very easy to upset.
Social Status
Tribe/Clan: The Universals
Rank: Primary Space
Family: Both his parents were killed by a badger 3 moons after he was born and a loner saved him from suffering the same fate.
Mate: None yet, but hoping of having one some day
Kits: Nope, but he thinks he might have some one day because he always liked playing with kits
SOUL BOUND PARTNER: ...
Extra: Not really, besides his power
RP Sample: Jinx yawned tiredly, his white teeth flashing in the milky darkness of the warriors' den. The speckled bob-tailed warrior stood up, stretching his back and clawing the ground under his fore-paws. Some mornings I wake up ready to go, but today I'm a bit laid-back, he thought to himself. His bobbed-tail wagged a little before he yawned again and padded outside. His amber eyes scanned the expanse of camp, searching for some cats to talk to, but he saw none. He then glanced at the fresh-kill pile, noticing it was a little low. Maybe I'll ask someone to go with me to help hunt and bring the fresh-kill pile back up, he added in thought as he sat down on his rump, waiting for other cats in his tribe to wake up.
HIM AND HOLLOW ARE SOULBOUNDED!
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