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[Honour]

THE GENERAL

Name: Argent
Explanation: French for ‘silver’, refers to his fur colour
Gender: Neutered tom
Age: 9 moons
Clan: RuinClan
Rank: Medicine cat’s apprentice

THE APPEARANCE

Build: Very slender and angular ‘oriental’ build. Medium height and length.
Fur: Long and soft, down-like
Eyes: Bright emerald green
Markings: Silver-shaded black. No other markings
Overall: Argent is beautiful rather than handsome. With his lithe body and long legs, his movements are swift and graceful, and even when he’s sitting still he resembles an Egyptian statue, perfectly proportioned and elegant. His face is very wedge-shaped and very angular, with a long, tapering muzzle that ends in a grey nose. His whiskers are long thick and his ears are very large and pointed. His eyes are his most startling feature; being a bright, clear emerald colour. Overall he comes over as a thing to admire, like a work of art.

THE PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: Intelligent, careful, dutiful
Negative Traits: Vain, demanding, cowardly
Likes: Being admired, grooming
Dislikes: Being ignored, getting dirty
Fears: Being cast out, being alone
Ideals: Kindness, acceptance
Other: Argent is a strange creature. On one hand, he likes to feel as though he’s the centre of attention. He thrives off of admiration and praise, and without it he gets very unhappy. He requires others’ approval to be happy, for his self-esteem is very low. Vain and even prissy, he detests any activity that may result in him getting dirty or untidy and spends all of his free moments grooming his fur to perfection. But there is more to this young cat than all that. He does care about others, hence is decision to train under the medicine cat, and he takes his duties seriously. Naturally intelligent, he’s learning fast and can already treat minor injuries on his own with some degree of confidence. He’s also relatively friendly; if you’re nice to him he’ll grace you with his easy and pleasant conversation, and he’ll also help you out if something needs doing that won’t mess his fur up, but he’s also a coward. At the first sign of danger, this cat throws himself into the nearest den and hides.

THE HISTORY

Family:
Mother - Belle - Kittypet
Father - Luke - Kittypet
Sister - Poppy - Kittypet
Sister - Angel - Kittypet

History: Argent, a pure bred oriental longhair, was born a kittypet in a twoleg nest. His early life, spent with his mother and sisters, was blissfully happy. He had plenty of food, many toys to play with, and a family of kind twolegs who liked to cuddle and pet him. Everything was perfect.

But sadly this didn’t last. At three months he was taken to the cutters, where he had his operation, and not long after that, he was sold to a different twoleg. This twoleg wasn’t cruel, exactly, but she wasn’t as kind as the ones Argent was used to, and was more interested in showing him than keeping him as a pet. There were other cats there, but most of them were, if not unfriendly, utterly indifferent, and Argent quickly grew unhappy. He was lonely and missed his family greatly, but most of all he was bored. He was too intelligent to spend all day cooped up in a pen, and before long he found himself going stir crazy. Eventually he managed to find a way to get out of the pen and into the communal run at night, and there he would sit and watch the stars for want of anything else to do. He thought of running away, for he already knew of a hole in the fence, but he daren’t for he had no idea how he would be fed. At the time, he didn’t really know what hunting even was.

On one of these nights though, something happened that would change Argent’s life for ever. A group of feral cats came by, and one of them spotted the then-five moon old kit curled up by the fence. Argent called out to them, and with some reluctance they came by to talk to him. He found out that they were from something called RuinClan, and they lived entirely without twolegs. Argent was entranced, and begged to go with them. Finally they agreed to take him to the leader, who accepted him and assigned him to the kits den.

When he was old enough, he was told it was time for him to become a proper apprentice, but the thought of hunting and fighting did not appeal to the young cat. Eventually the medicine cat came up with a solution, stating that Argent had clearly shown the intelligence necessary for that roll. Argent gratefully accepted the offer, and has been the medicine cat’s apprentice ever since, travelling with the Clan as they searched for a new home.

AN RP SAMPLE

Argent rested comfortably in the camp, enjoying being groomed by one of the other apprentices as he chatted away. Everything seemed right that day; sure it was a little cold for the season, but life was good regardless. Things had been looking up ever since RuinClan had settled in this new territory. Now there was a more constant supply of food and water, and more importantly, Argent had a comfortable nest to sleep in every night. It also meant that he had to do less time travelling and more time simply enjoying himself, as he was at that moment in time; surrounded by friends as the last of the leaf-fall sun warmed his back.

At that moment though, all peace was ruined. An alarm call sounded from nearby, and a frightened young warrior sprinted into camp. “A dog! A dog, coming this way!” He cried as he collapsed in the centre of camp, panting hard. With a great deal of surprised meows, every cat in the camp leapt to their feet and began looking about them. Sure enough, the deep, excited baying of a large dog came into hearing, and with a frightened mew, Argent jumped backwards. Looking around himself, he realised just how few cats their were in camp, most being out hunting or patrolling, and what few there were were mostly apprentices. Terrified, Argent began to inch backwards, for once glad that no one was paying attention to him, and slipped into the medicine den. There he waited.

He heard the moment when the dog burst into the camp, and he heard the angry yowls and shrieks as the defenders tried to repel it. To his surprise, he heard the deep brassy voice of a certain elder, one who had only recently retired from his duties as a fighter, calling orders to the others; apparently he was taking part in one last battle. It felt like an eternity until the dog finally gave an odd whimpering noise and Argent heard it loping away. Only then did the neutered tom leave the safety of the den.

What he found when he looked around was actually better than what he’d been accepting. The cats were all in varying degrees of shock, and some had bruises where they’d been hit by the dog’s paws, but it didn’t look as though anyone had been seriously bitten. Feeling a little guilty, the silver-shaded tom wove through his Clan mates, reassuring those with minor injuries that they were going to recover just fine and wouldn’t require any more treatment than a few days’ rest.

THE PLAYER

Name/Alias: Honour
Age: Seventeen
Timezone: GMT (UK time)
Experience: 6-7 years, literate.

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