Skull of the Downed Eagle | Tom | Tribe of Ancient Roots

[Silver Ink]

Skull of the Downed Eagle Tom 5 Moons Straight Tribe of Ancient Roots Kit (Future Home-Guard) "Only in the darkness can you see the stars" Appearance Angular face, long legs, large ears…Skull fits all the usual criteria of Tribe cats without much of an issue. His fur is short and soft, holding a silvery color on it that slowly blends into white near his belly (Shaded) with stripes only on his paws, lower legs, end of the tail and on his face (Ticked Tabby). His eyes hold a beautiful shade of green and always hold a glint of mischief deep within them. Personality Skull is a dreamer, he can be often be found deep in thought and looking at random places around him. His dreams go from lands beyond to possible futures, from creatures never seen before to figures between leaves or in rocky walls partially hidden between vines. There is just no limits to his imagination, and more than once this has caused him to come up with could only be catalogues as crazy, yet interesting, ideas. Needless to say, he often thinks outside the box. He’s quite smart, able to come up with many solutions to a problem even if some of them may be a bit farfetched due to his wild imagination. He rarely acts without thinking things carefully first, making up several strategies and even backup plans should his initial plan fail or backfire in some way. Only times he would react without thinking would be if his emotions go wild for any reason. Whenever Skull isn’t daydreaming, he can prove to be quite the little devil, holding an extremely mischievous side. While his intentions are never bad nor wants to cause harm, it’s impossible to not put trouble and his name in the same phrase a bit too often. Especially through carefully planned pranks, he has become a reason for some Tribe cats to keep an eye out for anything that may seem suspicious when they return to Stonehome. He has proven to be an amazing storyteller as well, by repeating the stories he heard from older cats while eavesdropping to fellow kits, he could make the most boring walk across the Deepwoods sound like the most exiting adventure…then again, his tales aren’t always the most reliable, as his imagination tends to come into play at certain points, spicing things up (not like the rest of the kits really care though). Yet, behind smiles and giggles, he hides a sour side and abandonment issues caused by his last interactions with his father. As much as he tries to deny this affects him anymore, anyone that gets a bit too pushy about the subject tends to eventually get 4 sharp claws to the face when he finally snaps. History Product of a tragic story, to a home-guard who gave birth too early and succumbed to it. The only survivor of a litter of three, the runt to be more specific. Raised by an adoptive kit-mother under the careful watch of a prey-hunter that even if tried to love him, couldn’t help but see him as the murderer of his mate. From a young age his father avoided him more and more as time passed, at his 3 moons, he finally snapped, had a strong argument with him and left to hunt, leaving him behind, confused. He would never return from such hunt though, as destiny played one of its twisted games and an eagle ended the tom’s life before anyone could aid him. He has gotten over the loss, found new reasons to smile and keep going. Yet, deep inside the scar remains, as well as the constant question that he would never find an answer to.