Oakfall of ThunderClan

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NAME! Oakfall
AGE! 40 moons
RANK! Warrior
GENDER! Tom
CLAN! ThunderClan
SHORT DESC.! Rich brown tabby maine coon with light amber eyes and muscular build.

FULL DESCRIPTION!

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Oakfall's coat is of darker coloration, caught somewhere between a rich brown, and a deep black. It's longer than the average cat, giving him a larger stature. Don't be fooled: his stature isn't created only by his coat. His muscles are present beneath all that fur. He's built to be strong, especially in his legs. He might not be as broad shouldered as some powerful toms, but this isn't to say he should be removed from the strong category. He can still hold his own in a battle, should he choose to fight.

His size means he is a bit heavier than the average cat, making activities such as climbing trees a little more difficult for him. He can't simply scramble up the trunks like some leaner cats can. When he makes it up the trees, it is all thanks to the muscles in his hind legs, pushing him upwards.

Oakfall's face shows distinct, dark tabby stripes breaking up the lighter bits of his fur. As the stripes move along down his neck and back, however, they begin to grow in size, becoming larger and larger, stretching to cover more of the light fur. As the darker stripes near his hindquarters, they just takeover, melting together to create darker fur. His plume of a tail is mainly dark, with little hints of lighter fur here and there.

Moving back to his face, his eyes, which are framed by the same dark stripes, are a light amber color, dipping dangerously close to the yellow side of the spectrum. It could easily be argued that his eyes are yellow, and not amber, not that Oakfall would care very much. As long as he can see the world around him, he'll happily call his eyes purple if it will make you feel better. Sitting atop his head are proud ears, that always seem to face forward. Only on rare occasions will he flatten them on his skull.

His muzzle is framed by long white whiskers, which arc slightly downwards. Overall, this bigger guy wears a thoughtful expression, as though he is always thinking about something important. His stance almost never shows aggression, depicting a rather laid back appearance. He doesn't try to make himself look bigger or smaller than he is, accepting himself for who he is.
Brown and black coat.

PERSONALITY!

Oakfall is the type of guy to get lost in thought. It doesn't matter the subject, whether it be battle techniques, or just thinking about how the sky is blue today, he'll manage to get lost in something. A very pensive character indeed, Oakfall loves to just take a moment and think. He's a friendly guy, and doesn't mind chatting with you for hours on end, but he will admit that there are sometimes where he likes to get away from bustling Clan life, and go out hunting by himself, or something similar. With so much interest in thinking, is it any surprise that he enjoys solitude's company from time to time?

Oakfall is an odd guy when it comes to whether he's quiet or not. One day, he might be the quiet guy sitting and simply watching commotion happen, but another, he will be involved, and letting his smooth, rumbling voice be heard. When he does talk, it can be difficult to get him to stop.

This particular dark tabby tom has a certain way with words. He uses this talent in many different ways. He can spin a very generous compliment, dull of delightful words to make you feel as though you were walking on clouds. He's almost poetic sometimes when he speaks. His manner of speech can make him quite a charming fellow, making him a tom who's popular with the ladies. The flip side is a tom who's tone can be rather deceiving. His might come off as respectful in appearance, but his words are as sharp as an adder's bite.

Most of the time, Oakfall will let others do as they will. This characteristic can have him labelled as a bit of a pushover, which is true, up until a certain point. If he knows that something truly isn't right, he'll do everything in his power to stop it from happening. Conflict is not something he enjoys throwing himself into. This doesn't mean he wouldn't give everything he has to protect his Clan.

When Oakfall is lost in thought, he is often thinking about the sky above. He has a keen interest in stars, and StarClan. He was young when the Moonstone collapsed, but still remembers the way things were before. He recalls the time when the medicine cats spoke to their ancestors who'd passed on. He wonders if they'll ever restore the connection. He hopes so, with all his heart. Though the night sky is still beautiful, it has lost some of its magic, to Oakfall, now that the idea of StarClan seems to slowly be slipping away.

If he's not thinking about the stars, Oakfall is thinking of a certain she-cat he's had a little thing for. It developed quite a few moons ago, but he has yet to drum up the courage to tell her about it. He thinks about her frequently, and sees only her strong points. Her flaws seem to blur away into nothing. No matter how hard he might try, no matter how well acquainted he is with words, Oakfall can't seem to come up with the right words to describe her. She's more than beautiful to him, but he can't seem to tell her as much.

HISTORY!

Fourty moons ago, a pair of mated cats bore a single kit in their litter. The proud parents were Kestreltail, a beautiful tortoiseshell tabby she-cat, and Wildblaze, a red tabby. The kit was a dark tabby tom with sharp amber eyes. The parents decided on the name Oak-kit for their single little angel.

Unfortunately, Wildblaze's time with his son was cut short by a bout of greencough that took his life. Oak-kit's mother was devastated, and for a brief period of time, stopped caring for her son. It was at this point that the other queens began filling in for what Kestreltail couldn't do. The other queens took care of him until he was about three and a half moons old. It was a moon an a half after Wildblaze's death that little Oak-kit fell ill.

This seemed to knock Kestreltail out of her stupor. She was quick to call the medicine cat into the den. She waited, horrified of what the outcome might be, but to her relief Oak-kit had only whitecough, and not greencough like his father. It took a few days, but the little tabby kit was successfully treated for whitecough, and was soon back to his normal self. It was this incident that made Kestreltail vow to raise Oak-kit to the best of her ability, for her late mate.

Kestreltail nearly bursted with pride when her only son was named Oakpaw, and given a mentor. His mentor was a black tom with yellow eyes, who went by the name of Nightwind. Nightwind trained his somewhat docile, but intelligent apprentice Oakpaw, teaching him everything he knew about everything. Oak-kit didn't learn as quickly as some apprentices might, but Nightwind didn't mind. He was a patient mentor, and was willing to go through everything countless times, just to make sure his apprentice understood.

A moon or so before Oakpaw was to become a warrior, his mentor was seriously injured in the shoulder, and couldn't carry out the end of Oakpaw's training. It was then that his own mother, Kestreltail took over. She taught him for the last moon of his apprenticeship, and their bond only strengthened as they trained. Oakpaw successfully passed his assessment, and was finally ready to become a warrior.

Oakpaw's gentlemanly behaviour never changed. Even when he was named Oakfall, a full warrior of ThunderClan, he kept his docile, charming demeanour. As Oakfall aged, he began to understand what drew cats towards each other. Yes, Oakfall found out what love meant. The dark tabby tom couldn't drum up the courage to ever tell the beautiful she-cat, but his feelings for her never changed. She was like an angel to him. Whenever he can, he speaks to her, but his behaviour only depicts what he always seems to be. Even when his heart is racing within his chest, he is calm and collected when he speaks, a true gentleman.

Over the moons, he has developed a sharp interest in the stars, and often sits along, gazing up at the sky. Who can say what he thinks about all this time? His mind is always occupied, however. This charming tom is a good friend to have, one who cares about each and every one of his Clanmates, no matter how rude they might be towards him. He still has a strong connection with his mother, and makes sure to speak to her everyday, at any moment possible.

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