Dockleaf

[Blazonedheart]

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Name: Dockleaf
Age: 23 moons
Gender: Tom
Desired Rank: Warrior
Desired Position: ThicketClan
Apprentice/Mentor: Open
Mate/Crush: Violetsky of LagoonClan (Crush)
Kin: Deceased
Short Description:
Appearance:

Dockleaf is a rather handomse, fluffy black tom with a thick layer of golden-brown fur on his left flank, throat, and underbelly. A few lighter splotches of this fur can also be found on his face and his small muzzle.


Dockleaf has small, pointed ears and a triangular face with a pointed chin. His nose is black. His eyes are a deep, exaggerated yellow.

Personality:

Dockleaf is a soft-spoken, rather reserved young tom. He doesn't enjoy fighting, and is great with younger cats, though he doesn't want a family at the moment. He has always wanted to lead his Clan, even if only for a day, just to see how it feels, though he finds himself unworthy of the position, and instead sticks to focusing on more important things.

History:

Dockleaf's parents thought he was destined to be a medicine cat from the moment he was born. And for a while, he had almost wanted to be one. But when he watched the medicine cat closesly, he found their lifestyle to be rather dull and boring, and instead decided to stick to being a warrior. When he was 13 moons old, his parents both mysteriously disappeared from the Clan and were never heard from again.

IC:

((OK, I'mma do one this time! ^_^))


Dockleaf closed his eyes, inhaling the fresh morning air. Though the day seemed warm, the perfect time to relax and do absolutely nothing, he found he would rather be up and about. Last night, both of his parents had gone on a moonlit hunting trip and never returned. Dockleaf had hoped that if he worked hard enough, he could pick up at least a trace of their scent.


Dockleaf was handling his parents' disappearance as well as a young warrior could. Of course, it hadn't quite sunk in yet. He had only found out as soon as the warriors who had been on night watch reported that they had never returned from their hunting trip, which had been announced at around sunrise that morning. The leader hadn't decided to do anything about it, considering they had left only a while before dawn, but Dockleaf refused to give up. He knew that if they were to return, they would have by now. He also knew that he would never find them. He plopped himself onto the ground, resting his head on his paws. He sighed in defeat and curled up for a nap.

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