Name: Gorsebark
Nomenclature: Gorse: his orange spots. Bark: his tough personality
Age: 23 moons
Gender: Male
Orientation: TBD
Nicknames: None
Rank: Elder
Past Ranks: Kit, Apprentice, Warrior
Clan: Riverclan
Past Clans: None
Height: 10 inches
Weight: 9 pounds
Build: Bulky, yet not as strong as he once was
Appearance: a calico with more black and orange fur than white, amber eyes, and a pink nose.
Fur: Short and kept
Accessories: TBD
Scars: lower jaw scar
Disabilities: TBD
Mother: Open
Father: Open
Siblings: Littermate Fernflower (@Buzzin'Bee)
Mentor: Open
Friends: Open
Enemies: Open
Love Interest: Open
Mate: Open
Kits: Open
Role Models: Open
Good Traits
- Resilience
- Contemplative
- patient
- Calm
- Traditional
- Minimalist in speech
Gorsekit was born in RC, the kit of [Open] and [Open] he had [TBD] siblings and littermates. His kithood was relatively simple and usual. He once showed promise in hunting dragonflies with a group of kits.
Apprenticeship
Gorsepaw was apprenticed under [Open] and he was a [TBD] mentor. Gorsepaw excelled in many areas of being a warrior and worked very hard to make his mentor proud. He was made a warrior at 12 moons.
Warrior hood
Gorsebark was given his warrior name and quickly showed promise in becoming a distinguished warrior. When he was 17 moons old he wandered too close to a two legs house and was trapped after trying to grab some food in a cage. He stayed with a family for one moon who had him declawed. The screen door was left open and Gorsebark took his chance. He swiftly ran towards the scent of RC it wasn’t horribly far, but unfortunately as soon as he crossed the thunderpath he was hit by a monster and suffered a comminuted fracture. He was then found unconscious by a RC warrior and taken back to camp. The medicine did their very best to heal him but his leg fused wrong and is now permanently damaged causing a limp and a slight mangled appearance.
Elderdome
No longer be able to do his warrior duties, at the age of 20 moons Gorsebark reluctantly agreed to retire.
Height: 11 inches
Weight: 9 pounds
Build: lithe, a taller frame for her weight
Appearance: a tabby with lots of tangled fur, a lighter brown underbelly, a light brown spot on her chest, light brown on her muzzle, and deep brown eyes
Fur: Tangled, full of burrs
Accessories: TBD
Scars: nicked ear
Disabilities: none
Mother: Open
Father: Open
Siblings: Open
Mentor: Open
Friends: Open
Enemies: Open
Love Interest: Open
Mate: Open
Kits: Open
Role Models: Open
Good Traits
- Adaptable
- Thoughtful
- Fearless
- Intelligent
Bad Traits
- Impulsive
- Snobbish
- Unreliable
- Dramatic
Neutral Traits
- Adventurous
- Bold
Fears
- Rejection
Interests
- Adventure
Secrets
- TBD
Regrets
- TBD
Quirks
- Chatty, loves to tell others about her escapades.
Born to (Open) with (Open) littermates, they lived happily together in a small patch of dry land. During her kithood Croak was attacked by a hawk leaving a knick on her left ear. When she was 8 moons she decided to go out on her own. She is a wandering cat whose home is where ever she is when the sun sets.
Theme Song: I Lived (One Republic)
Voice: TBD
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