.coen;; loner

[.narrabri;;]

Name: Coen
Age: 36 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Loner
Rank: Would-Be-Warrior
Mentor/Apprentice: None
Picture:
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Description:

A brown tabby pelt lays over this toms large frame. A white underbelly that is somewhat gray matches the white along his chest and on his chin. Otherwise, this tom is a brown tabby tom with pitch black stripes that cascade all over his body. He is muscular, and only a bit taller and rounder then the average cat. His fur is a little shaggy and bumpy, covered in small barely visible scars that drop everywhere. Muscles ripple smoothly beneath his coat, strong and bold. He doesn’t use them often, for they seem to be shown off enough that most cats don’t want to mess with him. He has long legs with large paws with large claws that lay tucked inside. A thick tail winds up in the air, striped with black all the way to the tip.

Coen has a round face, a little chubby, just like his body looks like. He has small ears that rest on his head and a small pink nose dotted with black. White whiskers lay above lips that hide two rows of glimmering white teeth, large and a bit blunt but still menacing. In the center of his face are a pair of amazing eyes. A dark green, the color of grass shining at night. They are almost black, but not quite for you can make out the black pupil within them. White whiskers flutter above them.

Personality:

This tom is laid back. He doesn’t really care what happens around him, he just lets it happen. Fate takes its toll and he goes along with it. He’s the kind of cat that watches and listens, waits and hears the news after it has become old. He is an observing cat, not an acting cat. He has great curiosity and can often find himself falling into places that he shouldn’t fall into.

Coen can be quite a gentleman. He is very polite, especially to she-cats and he respects all cats, whether they be younger or older. He would never dare hurting anybody on the spot without asking questions first. His a noble cat, and knows what he’s doing. If he were part of a clan, he would be as loyal as any other, but this tom could not be locked away. He wouldn’t be able to follow all the rules. A caged bird can’t sing and with all of those rules in the warrior code surrounding him there would be no way he wouldn’t crack.

At times, Coen can be just down. Sad, alone. He misses his mom everyday and even if she told him to get over it with her last words, it doesn’t make any difference. He still mopes, and wishes she was here with him.

History:

Coen learned his manners from his mother. A nice and sweet she-cat that took care of him with a lashing tongue. If he did something that wasn’t correct he would know about it. His mother wasn’t mean though. She was very caring, and loved Coen very much. She made sure he got through life the best way possible. He learned to be polite, yet he learned to let destiny do its thing and he should just wait and watch.

Coen was born into a litter of one. Him and his mother. He never knew his father, and whenever he brought up the subject he was quieted with a glare of those green eyes that reflected his own. He soon learned that he would never know and that he should just leave the subject alone.

Coen didn’t always live near the forest where the clans live, but he did live somewhat close to it. He grew up more east of the area, where there were no other cats around except his mother. They lived in peace and Coen grew and grew. Sadly, when Coen was at the age of 17 moons, his mother had to leave him. She had grown ill with an unknown disease and there was nothing Coen could do to help her despite the things he had learned from her about healing herbs. He sat helplessly at her side as she took her last breath and spoke her last words. “Destiny, Coen. A caged bird can’t sing, however if it is captured it must make the best of its surroundings.” Coen went onto ponder what his mother had meant. He came up with the meaning. Destiny gets in the way and a cat that is caught up in it to much will not thrive. If you make the best of your future though, and just let it go you will do fine. Make the best of things.

Coen didn’t make the best of things though…

Coen then traveled around a bit and just recently settled in on the loner territory where there were a few other cats around. That’s when he met Narrabri; that’s when destiny took it’s toll on him; that’s when his life changed.

Mate:None
Kits:None
Kin: None
Other:

I added this for myself xD I just wanted to say that my character named Narrabri will be created once I finish up her biography!

[Burning Falcon]

Awesome; accepted!

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