Wrenkit

Thistleclan

A small, stout seal point tom with blue eyes

Wrenkit when standing up straight, looks like a trapezoid, a stout shape and gives off an aura of stability. It has often been commented that he looks like a Redwoodclan cat that got shoved into the chassis of a Thistleclan body, or that he looks like he'd be hard to knock over, He inherited his father's compactness, and doesn't stand very tall. From the tip of his ears to his toes, he stands just under a foot. His body filled out most of his mass by measuring circumference and will grow into short, but thick and dense limbs that terminate in squat, angled shoulders. His are paws of average size, and as he fights more and more, he'll develop strong forearms with lots of scratches and battle scarring, His torso will grow evenly from front to back, and he'll gain a feathery, long tail that aides in the feeling of surefootedness.

Wrenkit's fur is long, a blessing for the colder reality that Thistleclan must face now. It, protrudes out from him thickly along his back, and drapes a bit over his sides, giving him the appearance of having a loose coat or sheaf of carpet hanging over him. His coat is bright, in some places, and more subdued in others. His chest, legs and underside are a nearly white cream, with angular streaks of brown that come down like lightning bolts around his forelegs. His back and sides feature gradients of brown and black, with a substantial amount of brown accumulated by his left shoulder. Near his backside, there are triangular insets of brown that intrude upon the white background, and his darkening continues down his back legs. His neck has a collar of white that terminates with a tan mantle, that fades to black until it reaches his ears, which are completely black.

More even triangles adorn his face, black ones wrapping around the space between his jaws, and brown ones that adorn the space under his eyes, facing them. A raccoon-like mask adorned his face, with a gray background, and dark brown streaks running under his eyes. Even more, his eyes are crossed by a light brown streak on his left, and a black one on the right. His nose is light pink and is set against a white intrusion that covers runs narrowly from his forehead, over his mouth, and connecting to the white of his chest. His eyes are a soft deep blue, like her mothers, and his whiskers of medium length, closely grouped in bundles of six on his face.

+ Forward-thinking
+ Independent
+ Sporting

/Cocksure
/Aggressive
/Misunderstanding

One of the things that is evident from the get to about Wrenkit, is how active he is, and how aggressive he is with his activity. From the earliest of day, he's been picky about everything he can conceive of, down the the teat that he suckles from. A part of him was born an old and grumpy soul already, and he already has the world " figured" out, knowing what ignorant of any kind of scientific method other than the one he crafted for himself. If anything does not align with this narrative, he'll experience a feeling of dread, the unknowable disparity between what he thinks should be, and what is. In order to ease this tension, he'll do his best to understand the concept, and if he can't, he'll exert his will upon it in order to change in into something he does. Sometimes, he can pull this off but if something cannot fit, he will perceive it as a threat, and attempt to destroy it. This extends to all that he perceives and includes small things, all the way up to the most abstract of concepts. His rallies against life itself don't bear much fruit, but his perceptions do include other cats, and often he will use his claws to meet things more than his head. This aggressiveness is not all bad though. Wrenkit will tackle the tasks set to him with zeal, seeing how fast, or better, he can make his process.

The rift in in reality at the source of his identity is borne from the devastation that Thistleclan has had to endure. He is seeing his clan with nothing to their name and nothing setting him apart from the rouges that beset them during the clans time at the owl tree, unable to sense the identity of his people. The land of tunnels and pines thst his dad told him stories of of is gone, and he feels that the identity that shaped them for generations was denied to him. As well, having grown in this new environment, he find the ways and customs of his elders strange, and unsuited for the life they live. The only one in his life he can truly relate to is his adopted sister, his deaf brother having such a fundamental difference to him.

Having to craft an identity for himself, he's become independent. He values what can allow a cat to become self-sufficient, and the believes that developing those values and skills are what will allow both him and his clan to gain a new identity. He aims to be the image of what that can be, and will often be found hanging with the younger of the clan, and speaking with slang and mondern sounds. His agressive nature comes into play here as well, as he will feel pressured to challenge the conceptions and wills of those that came before him, instead wanting to look to the future while some pine for the past. This will lead him to want to develop new solutions to issues, and will will bring a fresh perspective to a discussion, no matter how tinged with critique it may be.


Sometimes, Wrenkit acts very cocksure. He walks around imposing his requests, and saunters up to characters that deride him. The stability of his appearance extends to his personality, and he tries not to let those above him shake him. To act the best however, you have to be the best. One of the ways he has found to set himself apart are by games that he is constantly posing to others. He yearns for the days of apprenticeship when he can really begin to do more with others, but now, never by the introvert, Wrenkit loves both to challenge, and be challenged. Mossball and of course, fights, are his favorite, but he can gamify most anything. Wrenkit is obsessed with shaving off seconds, figuring out his opponents move, or any other task that will allow him to gain an edge over his opponents. When he loses, the reaction will be negative to say the least, but the more losses he takes, the more driven he is to get back on top. He may hem and haw about it, but he knows that those that beat him deserve their wins, just as he deserves his, and any real contest has to be done fairly.

Wrenkit's run at the grandest game of all is just beginning, but rest assured, he's not only here to play, but here to win.