The second twin

by **Member** Sat Nov 21, 2009 11:37 pm

Name: Foxtalon
Gender: Male
Age: 48 moons
Affiliate: WindClan
Rank: Warrior

Appearance: The second twin Mainecoon4

He is around 16 inches in height, and 40 inches in length, including his tapered tail. He is about 23 pounds. He isn't a fatteh cat.

Personality: Foxtalon is a thinker. He speaks when he needs to and thinks every other time. He's an evaluator, always analyzing everything he sees or is said to keep it to memory or predict the actions of another. That aspect of him makes him a great fighter, his predictions allow him to dodge moves swiftly. He also tries to find the best solution for everything, looking for every way it can be fixed or dealt with, then using the one that seems to work more than the others. Foxtalon is a very loyal cat, trying to make his clan better any way he can. He helps any cat in his clan that needs help whenever he can, finding solutions for them, or even helping them with tasks. For the other cats, they get nothing. This large tom isn't quick to trust, or accept. If a new cat came into the clan, or they made an allience, he'd watch the new addition closely, making note of anything they'd do. He wouldn't even consider helping them with anything. Maybe, possibly, after a week he'd lighten up around them. Even though Foxtalon can be perceived as the nice one of the twins, but in reality he's not that nice. He can be very mean, very critical in his mind. He doesn't even like helping out the other cats, but he does so for his clan. This cat of observation isn't all as nice as he makes himself out to be, and the only one he tells, the only one that knows about his true feelings, is his brother that he often subjects to his rants.

History: Born as a duo, him and Shaddedthorn were a pair of few words. Although they seemed to always know what another was thinking, they rarely spoke. Being the two largest apprentices the forest had pretty much ever seen, they excelled in battling, although hunting was occasionally an issue. Strangely enough, their mother was never large like them; in fact, she was very tiny, as was their unknown
father according to her. Now in StarClan, Foxtalon’s mother passed quietly, as an elder. Sure, it was saddening, but life went on. He now towers over every cat he meets, getting timid glances wherever he goes.

RP Sample: Snot