COYOTESMOKE {zc}

[Dawn]

NAME// Coyotesmoke
AGE// 20 moons
GENDER// Tom
CLAN// Zephyrclan
DESIRED POSITION// Warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION// A scrawny tom with huge green eyes.


DESCRIPTION//

eyes. quite unusual; very large and attractive, a storm of different greens and yellows and even a few shades of soothing blue that one could get lost in.
fur. short and coarse in texture; he is quite unnaturally colored, with fur that fades from a very dull chocolate brown to a fadey white. none of his fur is entirely pure ivory, but is instead a strange off color.
build. perhaps rather cruelly and ironically, his mother called him 'coyotekit' simply because he was the runt of her litter. it remains true that he is rather small. in fact, he looks scrawny, and underfed, much like the creature he is named after. he is an ugly, undersized thing, with a harsh face that one might say "only a mother could love." (not that she did.)
everything else. he has huge, bat-like ears, which further enhance his false appearance of age and make him seem even more unattractive. his nose is a pale brown color, and he almost always seems to have an unpleasant look on his face, for it's striking features. looks rather like a very old bird of sorts, especially hunched over in the shadows, or creeping around on his own.

PERSONALITY//

Really a very unpleasant tom to be around. A dark, gloomy soul, he complains frequently and feels that 'everyone hates him.' He prefers to spend most of his time alone, and when speaking to others, is snappish and can be quite cruel. It doesn't matter whether you're a kit, apprentice, warrior, or elder, not to him. Alone, he can be overheard speaking to himself in low tones, often about his clanmates and about the dead. His obsession with death is quite disturbing, and he keeps it concealed, mainly. He doesn't like others, mostly because he is extremely insecure. Quite literally, he has no friends; if he did have even one companion, he would be needy so much as to be ridiculous, trailing after them at all times and feeling hurt and left out at the slightest thing. He can't stand an insult, if some kind fool bothered to compliment him he might believe it for about two seconds; but if someone else, tired of his whiny, bitter attitude, called him out he would be wounded for the rest of the day, if not the rest of the moon. He hates to be touched, hates any kind of physical interaction between himself and his clan mates. Plain and simple, he's probably the weirdest tom that you'll ever meet, if not the most obnoxious. He holds a lot of stock in promises, and is also quite superstitious. If he promises, aloud, swears to do something- he will most definitely do that, or risk 'bad luck.' If other cats, thinking it only a matter of speech, promise him something and then do not carry through, he will become angry with them to the point of ignoring their very existence. Other things that he believes to be bad luck include naming kits after those that are dead, cursing Starclan, seeing a 'murder' of ravens, and basically anything, so long as there's a 'bad feeling' to it. One good thing about him, however, is that if you earn his loyalty, truly earn his respect, it's your's for life and he will pretty much do anything to keep that bond. He is no double crosser, dark and dramatic as he acts. He's weak, and if he can befriend the strong, in hopes of protection, then he will. It's simple in his nature- he's resourceful. On the positive spectrum, he is also very energetic and charismatic, but generally only when others aren't looking. He loves to run, like many Zephyrclan cats, and even if he's off by himself, he's never bored. Being very intelligent, he is always entertained by something, even if it's just looking at the clouds and determining what they most look like.

EXPERIENCE//

coyotekit. as mentioned before, his mother named him thus because he was the runt of his litter, but really, it wasn't exactly his fault. his mother, Crescentfrost, was a sickly she-cat with the same oddly colored white and brown pelt. in her litter of five, two were stillborn, even smaller than Coyotekit at birth. one, a female only a little larger than himself, lived until it was time for the three to be weaned off milk; then, she grew weaker and weaker, until she eventually died. this left only Coyotekit and his sister, Twilightkit, living. his mother spoiled Twilightkit, a beautiful, strong female with a dark pelt opposite his and Crescentfrost's. if ever the queen had a kind word to speak, it was for her daughter, and not for Coyotekit, her ugly, odd looking son. though he was much like her in looks, she apparently disregarded this, instead hating him for it, and most times only speaking to him to tell him to "give himself a washing."

coyotepaw Coyotepaw and Twilightpaw never knew their father, and when they were made apprentices, it became too late to ask. Crescentfrost, whom had always been quite frail, died in their eighth moon, leaving them behind with questions unanswered and with only each other as known kin. coyotepaw hoped that, with his mother gone, their father would step forward and claim them- and perhaps have a bit more love to spare for the strange little runt. moons past, however, and no such tom stepped forward, nor did any other kin. coyotepaw was forced to accept that he was alone in the world; he trained under his kind young mentor, Stormtrick, and drifted apart from popular Twilightpaw. by the time they were twelve moons old, his sister had many friends, had grown close to her mentor and the warriors, and was even rumored to have a love interest. he remained a loner, taking to talking to himself and even at times pretending he was talking to his mother or father. he envisioned his sire to be a handsome, dark pelted warrior like his sister, with a warm heart and a courageous spirit. whilst Stormtrick was training him, he often imagined the tom to be his father instead, mentoring him so that one day he might be an equally strong, admirable cat.

coyotesmoke a young warrior yet, nothing much has happened in coyotesmoke's warriorship. he wasn't proud to finally earn his name, while Twilightpaw became Twilightbane- but he endured the ceremony anyway, as it was right in Starclan's eyes. he liked to pretend, for moons after, that his father had been present there, if not among the warriors then in the sky, watching as he went on his way toward becoming a brave warrior. he later forgot this, however, and is presently obsessed with learning the identity of his father, carefully considering each cat in the clan, and watching every tom's actions around him. this, and making a friend, have become goals of his.

OTHER//

i think he's lovable in a creepy way <3

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