Primary fur color : white Secondary fur color : grey Other fur color : dark grey Eyes color : yellow Pads/nose color : dirty pink Height : bigger than average Tom Fur length : medium Fur texture : rough Scars : one nicked ear, one bite mark on his left hind leg and tail and a couple of scattered claw marks Scent : swamp as he spends a lot of time there Voice tone : deeper than most Tom
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Health : good Mental health : good
Good traits : loyal, overall friendly and is ready to sacrifice himself for his clan Neutral traits : has a rbf so you always think he's angry, tactical, unusually strong fighter Bad traits : doesn't think before acting, sharp tongued and distant
Fears : losing more than he already has Ambition : to die for his clan
Biological Mother : Maplefall (dead) Adoptive mother : none Biological Father : Stonestep (dead) Adoptive father : none
Backstory : Sprucekit was born in a large family that was said to be cursed by starclan itself. On his father's side, all of his family died one by one before his eyes. When he finally had kits with his mate, Maplefall, he died by the hands of a Murksinger. The cursed seemed to have passed down on his kits because quickly enough, the siblings lost their mother at the age of 5 moons and became orphans.
Sprucekit was a sensitive kit and when his sister Woodkit died after choking on her prey, he became scared to eat. When his brother Birchpaw died after drowning, he became scared of water. The Tom became really attached to his two remaining sisters. At first he was a regular warrior apprentice and graduated with his sisters as warriors. When Barkslip died at the hands of a murksinger, Sprucefrost changed completely. He became cold and closed to the world, now relying only on his last sister, Branchwhisker and he decided to became a hunter. Barely 15 moons old, Sprucefrost decided to train to become a hunter and his size and strength helped him a lot.
When he woke up one morning to find his sister's nest empty, his whole world collapsed. It seemed like she left in the night and never came back. Since then, the Tom tries to not let anyone close to him as he believes starclan has cursed him to loose all of his loved one. He wished he could love and one day have a mate and kits, but he dares not by fear of losing more cats he loves and cherishes
