Warrior Cats a RPG

Name :: Mana.     
     
Alliance :: Bloodclan.     
     
Gender :: Male.     
     
Age :: 24 Moons old. {2 Year's old.}     
     
Rank :: Regular warrior.     
     
Appearance :: His fur, is a creamy brownish hue with a soft whitened under belly and an elegant white on his paws. Also a large blotch of black on his back, and tip of his fluffy tail. His eyes are a majestic crescents blue, with a gentle lightened flare to them. He has very short, and symmetrical whiskers that fit evenly on each side of his facial figure. His fur is long and soft with a light drag to it with bouncy hedges. His tail is long and fluffy with a light bounce to its flair. His claws are neat, and short with a soft pearly white to their color. He is a large Maine coon male with a muscularity to his bodily figure.     
     
Personality :: Very quiet, and calm personality with patience of a gentle noted bird. He is a very kind tom with thousands of reasons to be thankful for his clan. He is always very helpful, and kind towards others even when they spit back venomous retorts he will simply brush them off. But whoever said he would take an insult he would burn you back just as hard with a quirky catish grin on his lips as he prances away. He can be very sarcastic sometimes mostly when he is very agitated which is a large rarity of his. He is not known to get angry or violent easy but even the kindest cat can get their whiskers toyed with too much and blow up all over you for it.     
     
Likes :: Long daytime lounges, seeping in bitter winter climate, hunting on breezy evenings.     
     
Dislikes :: The odor of fish, scampering, and hopping large areas.     
     
Strengths :: Quick at stalking, threatening in energy, and is known for masterful bravery.     
     
Weaknesses :: Running, jumping, and stealth in hiding.     
     
History ::  His life story was very vague well to him anyway it was of hateful bitterness he keeps to himself. His parents were a forbidden love. His mother a beautiful Coon cat with silver eyes, and a large golden pelt with flickering of tannish brown spots she was slim, kind, and mostly trustworthy. His father was a large Male Coon with dazzling emerald eyes a thick brownish black pelt with golden jottings on his legs, and head. He was a cheater, a scam at life, a seducer, and a killer. His father had tricked his mother many moons ago to leave the border of Thunderclan, and to cross into his territory of shadow clan where he introduced catnip to her. Then the next thing his mother knew everything faded to black next thing to his poor mother she was left in Shadowclan finally one day she escaped where she was asleep on her clan border after two moons of missing heavy with kits. His other siblings no longer existed they all died of a rare birth disease he does not know of he was the only survivor, and his mother had despised him once he was born. The next thing he knew when he was old enough to talk and wrestle with other kits his mother had dragged him from his Thunderclan home, and ran through the steepest forest through the cities, and to a sandy clan known as Bloodclan. He was deserted at their border mewling in agony of his unknown loss. Finally after he was picked up from the border living off Bloodclan for survival the young tom became an apprentice quickly. He remembered his first day out for a hunt, a chilly winter morning silent whispers of birds, and gawking squirrels. He had been the only successful hunter of the group of winter hunters shooting up three different trees just to catch this one fat squirrel. His training was successful and very brutal he survived it, and was made an expertise in battle. He now lives his days as a calm Bloodclanner even if they are bloodthirsty known cats not all are violent every part of their lives so his story is never to judge him by his scary looks or be deceived by his calm actions he is a tom you will never understand and never will. 
     
Other? :: Nada~