TOMAHAWK - feline

Personality: Tomahawk really is a sweet tom. he's always willing to do something for someone else, no matter the cost. He has always been that way, a helping hand since he could really understand the world. It's always do this, do that, do everything. he's too nice for him own good, too quick to care and to trust. Tomahawk is a smart tom, but it's so easy to win him over. Pull the right strings, and you can get whatever you want from him whether it's prey, training..he'll take anyone's apprentice off their paw's if they ask..or..Really, he'll do anything you ask if you play the right cards. Act pitiful, needy, lost and alone...Anything. he's not gullible, and he does tend to doubt him own heart, but he's such a softy. it's practically impossible for him to say no.

Tomahawk's a pretty friendly cat. Not exactly a social butterfly, but how can you have an unending urge to help and not be a friendly creature? Tomahawk will talk and chatter away if he feels that's the necessary right to go. He's an easily influenced tom, and he'll do what he's told. It has to be done, because someone'll benefit in the end, and if someone benefits; he's done his job right.


Appearance:
a lynx point with blue eyes
Born big and never going back. He’s always had a rather broad frame, a full face, and long tail. His full face is aided by the size of his cheeks and the slight shortness of his muzzle, but it gives him the appearance to be forever smiling or smirking. His frame is large but with a deep chest and muscular body any cat would gladly give up a moons worth of prey for such a body. His large paws hold that sturdy frame down. At his age no tom would seem beautiful, however he has aged quite well considering his past. His muscles he has grown and adapted to be meant for such things like swimming and running. Despite his large size those large paws are great for swimming and his weight ensures he will not be swept away by the currents. This tom was a born fighter, he holds the scars he has gained with pride—no one will be allowed to say otherwise.

A dark-grey-blue color along his upper half and white on his lower. But there are a couple of interesting markings that appear on his fur. Starting with his face, there’s a blotch of dark grey-blue on his cream. The dark color of his pelt avoids the area on his legs, body, chin and tail. However the dark color does touch his eyes—a very thin rim above them that is all, which looks like eyebrows. Along his paws that would be dark are patches of deep grey-blue that appear every so often depending on the paws.

Born with blue eyes--as any kit is--as he aged to about 3 moons his eyes began to darken—naturally. They had became a deep blue. It’s quite fearsome and scary when a cat first sees it without expecting it before hand. However the shape of his eyes say a lot about him. When they are round and soft he is likely relaxed or happy, when they are large he’s surprised, when small and silt like he’s likely angered or agitated. More than this one cannot tell by his large eyes what he is feeling.

History: Tomahawk, was the first-born in Moth's first and only littler. The dainty little she-cat, only carrying two kits, gave birth to two small kits. Tomahawk, though bigger than his sister, was small for a tom and was given his name because of it. Stella was certainly the runt of the litter, and since they were both so small, there was always a doubt that she would make it. She managed to survive, a pale-brown shadow to her white-furred sibling. Since she always followed him around his parents told him it was his responsibility to help her if she ever needed it. Which, since this was Stella, was a lot.

Constanly making sure she wasn't knocked over by bigger cats, making her food was just the right size for her to swallow, running her to the medicine cat when things weren't quite right--which was also often, since Stella was often sick with something. But she had spunk, and he admired her for it. She was determined, more so than her meek and mild brother, to become a proud cat. They were, probably just by their leader's intuition, paired them with two sibling mentors who allowed the two young cats the train together. He continued on with this behavior, despite his sister's protests. Maybe it was the stress he caused her, or maybe it was the strain of the training, but Stella spent a good bit of her time as an apprentice in the medicine cat's den. They both made it to one year, after many mishaps and the assurance of their mentors that each had brilliant skills: Tomahawk seemed to have a knack for tracking and when she wasn't too sick, Stella was an excellent hunter.

Sadly, just before the two were about to be assessed, Stella fell ill. This time seemed different, because she didn't even have the strength to argue. She was, it seemed, at the end of her rope. Stella was still trying to fight off whatever was ailing her, but she lasted only a few days before the heavens took her away. Tom was completely crushed. In some way, it was his fault. He hadn't kept a good enough eyes on her, or maybe that little bit of fish was too dirty.

After losing their daughter, Tomahawk's parents decided it wasn't safe for them to bring another litter into the world, and settled into a life of watching their remaining kit grow. He continued on the way he had, but with no Stella to protect and care for, there was more time for him to do everything for everyone else

Season born:
Summer

RP Sample:
Tomahawk only been on his feet for a while, his large ears had been perked up as he had been listening to the land around him. He wanted to know what was happening in Iris. He wasn’t mean as the stereotype of the pack was or as he thought it was a stereotype. The lynx point tom had stopped in his tracks as a twig been snapped behind him.

Turning his head towards the ground, his round blue orbs had been narrowed for a while. Looking in the night of the land was getting harder for him, which he was semi-blind but he could still see well. The tom had glanced around at his own surrounding area, the ally way was hard. “Who’s there?” he called out. His blue gaze been flickering softly but he took in a deep breath to scent the area around him.

A mouse broke a twig from what he supposed. He only scented a mouse, not that far away. Tomahawk had been wondering the streets to get a good feel for the place. He came to the city not that long ago when he had been a wonder for awhile when the humans disappeared as his mother told him. He seen large wild cats that were in the city in the boundaries of the Iris pack lived in. He was just going to the border and to see what the other side was like. The tempest pack seemed to be dangerous from what he been seeing. “Watch your tail kitty.” He reminded himself.

Link to image of character:
Lick. by jk079, on Flickr