[Teza]

Name; Ratkit |Ratpaw |Ratstorm
Age; unborn
Gender; male
Appearance;Ref | Ratkit is an orange and white tabby with black stripes and green eyes. He is very muscular, preferring brute strength over what brain he has.
Personality; Ratkit is very pushy. He likes for things to go his way and hates when they go anyone else's. That said, the young tom knows how to be patient and wait for what he wants to happen. He can get quite a temper, though, and often snaps at other cats for getting in his way. He views the warrior code as basic guidelines, but what's the point in sparing your enemy in combat? Ratkit does have a soft side, however. This soft side only comes out toward beautiful she-cats and the occasional handsome tom. He's a great liar, spinning tales that are almost without flaw. He is cunning and sneaky, always viewing every angle of every decision. He always chooses fight as opposed to flight, and he never backs down from any challenge. He is not known as "the cat without fear" for nothing.
Despite all this, Ratkit is also very smart. He is the perfect strategist, and will almost never fail at coming up with battle strategies. He's smooth with the she-cats as well, making them fall over him in the flick of a tail. Nobody messes with Ratkit, even from a tender age. He is ruthless, always getting payback for anything wrong done to him, even to his own parents. Ratkit, in his own mind at least, believes that his namesake, Ratnight, was a god among cats. He hopes to train alongside any of the four -night leaders in the Dark Forest, as he's heard that DF cats can train the living.
Activity; 6.05 last I checked
Other/Questions; nope
Rp Sample;

"Mother, I have to go. My heart tells me that my life is out there, not cooped up in here," Flare said. Her mother had been trying to get her to stay for the past hour. It wasn't going to work. "I do love you, and Dad, and everyone else, but I'm not happy here. Please don't be mad at me for wanting to be happy," she pleaded. She watched as her mother thought for a moment, then, with a simple nod and tears forming in her eyes, Flare jumped in joy and Nuzzled her mother. "You don't have to worry about me, I will be okay," Flare said with a purr. She then jumped onto the sink, then up to the windowsill where the window was cracked open just enough for her to escape. She glanced back at her mother with a smile, then squeezed out of the small gap. 'I'm free... Finally...'