runningstar

[Broadwaykat]

Art Courtesy of Peppermint

Art (Boltpaw and Runningspring) Courtesy of ginger

Runningstar

Runningkit - Runningpaw - Runningspring

Tom – Warrior – 29 Moons -- Shellclan – Metrosexual Heteronormative 

Appearance:

(Long-furred ginger and white tabby tom with blue eyes)

Quite the handsome specimen, and he knows it; Runningspring can always be found grooming his long fur for hours a day, making sure that not so much of a whisker is out of place. He takes great pride in his looks, and admires his long fur for covering up any scars or cuts or any marred markings on his pelt. Most of his pelt is a rich orange color; marbled with tabby stripings in a rich reddish hue. It is at it's faintest peach coloring along his bottle-brush tail; all other light markings are pure snowy white; including a ruffle-like bib, belly, and and semetrical white stockings. Lastly, his nose and face is divided perfectly down the middle with a white blaze.

He is a bit on the heavier side – a stocky, strong looking tom with a muscular build made only more spectacular thanks to his long fur. His size doesn't slow him down, given his namesake. He also appears prenaturally young and boyish; with a light pink nose and paw-pads, and light blue eyes. His whiskers are long and straight; stark white along the orange, darker selections of his fur.

Personality

(Loving, Playful, Fit)

Runningspring is a quintessentially tom in the prime of his life; devoted to his clan in most ways, wanting them to strive to be the best of the best. He is fit, strong, and sporty – with a light airiness. He could charm the fur off a badger, honestly; and has stolen many a heart in and out of his clan. He has a boyish way of working with others. He loves his family dearly, particularly attached to his mother's last litter in a way that he had never been before with any younger cat to whom he had romantic relations with.

He is prone to running some practical jokes, sometimes getting on the nerves of his more studious mates, but it's all in good fun, honestly.

(Brash, Debonair, Flirting)

He has a sort of magnetic attitude, showing off with a bravado that many young toms are prone to falling into; particularly those with good looks who are keen on attracting the ladies. Speaking of she-cats, he is very attracted to them; having hosted several flings so far, trying to attract a bevvy of lady callers. While he appears to toe the rules and laws of the clans in all other ways, he has never allowed clan boundaries and rules to stop him from perusing particularly beautiful specimens. If he finds queen he likes, he will pursue them till they fall to his charms. Of course, he will not limit himself to having only one mate at a time, of course; having a large bevvy of ladies chasing after him is a badge of merit in his mind. He is at least never at loss for an excuse or a word to get him out of trouble.

(Chauvinistic, Self-centered, Egotistical, Competitive)

While he does have many romantic interludes, the truth is the biggest love of his life is himself; in his mind, he is Starclan's gift to Shellclan; the greatest cat since Tigerclan was about. He will buddy around with other toms just so long as they know that he's the leader, letting him win bouts of play-fighting, and he will tolerate she-cats who look at him with awe that he deems is appropriate.

In many ways, she-cats should be queens or Medicine Cats; their better suited to that job. It's the toms who are the best fighters. And he's not afraid to tell his many paramours just this; to some's dismay. If he gets it in his mind that someone should be his friend, his lackey, his...lover – he will stop at nothing until he gets it.

History

Runningkit was a pawful from the moment he was born; a single kit born to new parents, who was constantly getting into things and living up to his name the moment he got his paws under him. He would break out of the nursery, and was nearly washed away in a flash flood. His mother, Crystaleyes, was hardly the disciplinarian that he needed; and when Vinetwist, his father, attempted punishment, it caused only butted heads and hurt feelings. When he was finally apprenticed, he mellowed out only a little bit; constantly crossing his mentors' back and doing things that he wanted. A typical young tom trying to find his place in the world.

He was a young warrior when his parents decided to have a second litter; this time substantially larger than his meager self. Although all grown up Runningspring was determined not to be impressed with the little imps that were his siblings...at least, not until his mother got sick. With all the turmoil occurring in the clan at the time the tom, who hadn't even been alive a full year yet, was scared to lose his mom and his siblings. Unfortunately, his mother couldn't be saved; hitting him hard.

However, he did find some usefulness for himself. His siblings, due to the strange chemicals perhaps, had a few problems; regulating body heat, sickness and so forth. Being in exceedingly good health, Runningspring offered up himself as a sort of helper to his distraught father. And for a short time, at least, he seemed to sober up and except some responsibility. He carried his smaller siblings, Serenekit especially, for most of the way to their new home; bringing them together in a particularly close way, but making him particularly protective of all of them.

Since settling into their newer territory, however, he has gone back to his usually ways of flirting with any moving she-cat and generally thinking he is the Greatest. Cat. Ever.

Family

Sereneshell -- Sister (ginger )
Coralshine -- Sister (NPC - Seeking Adopter)
Squirreltail -- Brother (NPC - Seeking Adopter)
Vinetwist -- Father (NPC - Seeking Adopter)
Crystaleyes -- Mother (Deceased)