Rabbitleap is a very slender tom. He paws are small and dainty, well suited for walking quietly and easily across thin rocks and over the snow . His lithe form seems to have no muscle or fat on it at all, skin stretched over bones with a short layer of fur to keep him warm. His fur itself is actually quite thick, despite it's short length. It it velvety plush and lays smooth against his skin. He is a soft cream in color, with darker orangeish spots blotched across it. His ears are long, much too large for the rest of him, giving him an almost comical appearance. His eyes are the only part about him that would be considered stunning, as they retained a light, pure blue color from when he was a kit. Despite his gangly appearance, Rabbitleap is a strong cat, though not quite fit to fighting. Most of his strength comes from him hind legs, use to leaping long distances to catch his prey.
Sarcastic and pessimistic is the first the most people decide this tomcat is when they meet him. He often jokes of the worse things that can end up happening and is never quite surprised when things do go wrong. He always looks as through someone just fed him something sour and he was still recovering from the taste, and that is often how he speaks as well. He has no patience for idle gossip or being overly optimistic, thinking that such things are a waste of valuable time and energy. He easily gets bored if stuck doing nothing and is almost always ready and willing to help with even the dirtiest of work that needs done. He can often be found helping gather moss, clean out the nursery, bringing food to the elders, and other things typically reserved more for the apprentices of the clans. The only time you can truly find him relaxing and not doing something is once the sun has set and the stars are shining brightly, as stargazing is his favorite pastime
Nothing particularly interesting happened through Rabbit's young life. He was born an only kit, with two stillborn siblings, and his father and mother were both present for his raising. He took to hunting from an early life, preferring to pounce on leaves and his clanmates tails than wrestle with other the other kits. When the time came, prey-hunter was the obvious choice for his path in life. He proudly became a prey-hunter and prided himself on never coming back from a hunting trip without something to eat.
His fur is smooth, not curly as seen in the picture
Carried Home is a Warriors roleplay forum. We feature four clans - all four of which have futures that heavily depend on what your characters do - as well as a 50 word count minimum on RP posts, and a functioning currency and shop.
While most of the action does center around our four clans, members are also permitted to make loners, rogues, and kittypets. You can also make both StarClan and Dark Forest characters.