Yarrowfang

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Name: Yarrowfang
Gender: Tom
Age: 52 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Grassclan

Picture: -*NOPE (sowwy, I'll give a detailed physical description though )*-

Physical Description: Yarrowfang's pelt is mostly jet-black. His muzzle is white that comes up to a point in between his eyes. He has a little bit of white on his scruff that comes around a bit on his right side. His eyes are yellow-ish green. Yarrowfang's left foreleg and tail tip is white as well. His nose is an awkward dark pink/black-ish shade. Yarrowfang's legs are also in between medium and long length, which makes him fairly tall. Yarrowfang got his name from the fang that almost always sticks out of his mouth. He somethimes uses it to intimidate foes. He is overall average/medium size.

Personality: If there was one word to describe Yarrowfang, it'd be carefree. He dislikes fighting other cats, but would hunt any day. Yarrowfang dislikes rivalries (sp?) and prefers friendships. He likes joking and messing around, but can also be serious at times/when he needs to be. He is also very brave/daredevil-ish. He'll take most risks he sees, and barely ever refuses to do anything. Yarrowfang is also known to be a very good mentor. Due to his personality and bravery, apprentices look up to him and respect him. Yarrowfang is extremely loyal to his clan and would do almost anything for it.

History: Yarrowfang, Yarrowkit at the time, always loved life. He'd live every day like it was his last, which is where his fun loving and carefree attitude comes from. He was a good kit though, impatient but good. He'd only walk around inside of camp, not try and sneak out like other kits. He had no brothers or sisters, so he tried to make friends with other kits in the nursery. He sort of hung out with no one, and eventually made a few friends. When Yarrowkit became Yarrowpaw, he made quite a few more fellow apprentice friends at the time. Yarrowpaw felt that apprentice work was hard, but he got through it. One day though, there were tresspassers on Grassclan's territory due to them taking territory because of the scent markers not being renewed. (I can't really see that happening, but oh well, I couldn't think of anything else) He fought bravely in the battle to drive the other cats out of the territory. Thus he earned his name, Yarrowfang due to the fang that stuck out of his mouth a lot. Now he's happily living a typical warrior's life.

In Character (IC): Yarrowfang snuck around through the undergrowth. He scented the air......"Geez, nothing." He whispered to himself. He moved around three fox-lengths to the right, and scented the air again. Still nothing. It was a season of few prey, so he did the best he could. Yarrowfang moved closer to a tree, and saw a thin squirrel hibernating inside. This was his chance! He silently crept closer to it. When he finally reached the hole in which the squirrel resided in, he silently lashed out and killed it. "Success!" He shouted on accident. It smelled good, so Yarrowfang gobbled (sp?) it up quickly and returned to the search for prey.

Other: He's single. but very secretly likes Pumaheart...

[[t]Wilted Ros[e]]

Accepted, Feral! *stamps with acceptance stamp*

IT'S A SHAME I CAN'T MOVE IT, THOUGH, AIN'T IT, HOLL-Y?? *HINT. HINT.*