Role: Tom 1 {Father of the kits}
Name: Apollo
Gender: Male {he, him, his}
Age: 17 moons old
Rank?: Kittypet; he is a show cat similarly to Adelaide, and lives under the protection of a rich twoleg.
Clan?: N/A
Personality: What exactly Apollo does depends on his varying mood, and who exactly he's around with. Around his owners, Apollo is a rather lazy feline. After all, he simply needs to look his best during the competitions. The twolegs- who don't know his true traits- will loftily classify him as "shy, following, and obedient." Alas, all these traits simply goes out the window when they're not around. When his owners simply let him graze outside in their large estate, Apollos can be quite braggy. Due to his Siamese pelt and vibrant blue eyes, this tom is known as one of the handsomest in the town and he's quite proud of it. He'll boast of all his achievements to every single four-legged creature out there, no matter if they'll listen or not. This classifies him as talkative and annoying. On top of that, he can be quite flirty to the she-cats. The tom simply cannot help himself, and it comes as a treat when his owners decide to breed him with another cute molly. Adelaide would be no exception to this idea, of course, and he would end up fathering her litter.
Appearance: Apollo is a rather handsome feline. He is a purebred Siamese tom, with a cream base and a chocolatey brown muzzle. His fur is always well-combed and never rowdy; scenting of flowers and a hint of mint. As for his orbs, Apollo has crystal-blue eyes.
RP Sample: Heatherbird listened to Cobraspirit's words, and felt her throats draw tight with each statement. She could hardly breath; it was like she was suffocating. "W-w-what?" The queen asked. It was more of a statement than a question, and she didn't allow the StarClan warrior to answer. "Why him...?" Her words were quiet and serious. She already convinced herself-a mere five minutes ago- that Patchkit would survive. It must have been fate that the exact opposite would happen.
Fate, cruel fate. The queen could almost feel her heart break into a million pieces. "Patchkit is so young." She sobbed, trying her hardest to have control over her emotions. "He shouldn't pass away so early. This is so cruel." Her eyes blinked back the formation of tears.
Her mind relished a memory of Patchkit suckling her; the way his little heart pounded; the way he squirmed every so often. She never believed that these things would be so important to her. Soon enough, all of it would be gone. Whisked away like the wind. {Taken from StarClan Territory}