Written in the Stars

One line Description: Brown spotted tom with green eyes.


Descriptive Appearance: Nutdapple has medium-length brown fur; giving him an overall brown appearance. But darker, leopard-like spots line his body in various shades of brown. His mother had thought they looked like little chestnuts, giving him his name.


His nose is a dark color, as is his paw pads; growing from an overly large kit into a lean-bodied warrior with powerful hindquarters.  His chest and underbelly lightens into an off tan color, as well as framing his muzzle and to some degree around his eyes, allowing the pale green to pop.

Brief Personality: Bright, Helpful, flamboyant

Descriptive personality: Nutdapple is a rather feminine sort of tom as well; in touch with his sensitive side and already ready to help try and cheer up his fellow warriors. Because of his weakness at a kit, he is more prone to being a homebody; obsessively keeping his parts of the den neat and picking up after others. He's always willing to lend a paw when it comes to entertaining the masses, and is the first to volunteer to take care of elders as well.

It can be easily assumed that, were he to eventually settle down, he might very well be the one to end up taking care of his brood. And he may be the best of fathers, supportive and carrying. But as he is attracted to toms, it is more likely that he will have to adopt a litter from somewhere else.

Parents: Bluemoon [Mother - killed in Garden Territory] x Horatio [Loner]
 
Siblings: Black-kit - Sister (Died - Malnutrition) | Dark-kit - Sister (Died - Malnutrition)
Brownkit - Sister (Died - Hawk attack)

Kits:

Descriptive History: Nutkit was born in a chilly Leafbare day, the first and only tomkit in a large litter. He was a runtish fellow, and not expected to live very long; but his mother named him after unique marks on his fur. Times were hard around this time, and his survival was only brought about by the fact that his sisters, one by one, would pass away before becoming old enough to be made apprentices.



Still quite undersized, Nutpaw always seemed awkward and coltish, but he always showed a passion in caring for others. He found comfort in the Nursery, of course, but also in the warmth of his brethren. His mother would pass away shortly after his warrior name was given to him - Nutdapple so named for his sweet, soft disposition.

He is relatively untested in battle, but has made a name for himself by offering a shoulder to cry on and a solid mask of support for those who need it.