|I like this guy! I like him a lot!|
Feather: Peregrine Falcon
Breed: Russian Blue
Fur Type: Mid-length and thick.
Eye Color: Yellow-orange
Tattoo color: Orange
Height: 11 inches
Flint has hawk-like sight, and an ability to pick up small details and cues. This has helped him often during hunting and fighting.
When a cat wins his admiration, it will be there for as long as the winning traits are. For this reason, he is among the first to yowl praises for the Dugan tribe.
Despite being a hot head at times, Flint thinks ahead into the future and looks over consequences before acting. It’s rare for it to be other wise, and because of this he has seldom been helpless.
Flint doesn’t exactly runaway or push away other cats, but if given the choice, he would much rather have only a couple of cats he knows out in the open plains with the peace and quiet. For this, he is often alone, but not lonely.
There has been more than one time when Flint refused to go to the Phoric for wounds he’s received while hunting, simply because he doesn’t want his hunting reputation ruined. He is very proud of his tribe, his strength, and hunting abilities, and will become almost childishly stubborn to protect his pride.
Flint's patients is small, and hence he often finds himself becoming easily annoyed by large gatherings of cats in tight spaces, loud cats, and just generally things not going right. When arguing, he will often resort to insults and shouting unless held back.
Flint was born at the end of a harsh winter with two other kits, who passed quickly due to the cold. Because of this, his parents dotted, spoiled, and were generally over-protective of him. It was his father’s friend, Armin "Claystripe", who convinced them not to coddle the boy and let him grow. Turns out that Flint’s parents should have been concerned for each other, as his father went exploring and never returned. There were rumors that he had been killed, but there were also rumors that he had gone rogue and abandoned the tree. Claystripe stepped up to protect Flint’s and his mother’s honor from such slander, and likewise took up the mantle of step dad to Flint.
Claystripe became Flint’s Mentor and taught him how to fight, defend, dodge, and find shelter away from the tree when caught in bad weather. The two became very close and Claystripe opened up to secret dreams of traveling beyond the ocean to see the lands beyond, as well as wondering what exactly was going on at the top of the tree: Was it truth or trickery? All cats can see the stars, so why was it only a few that were permitted to read them and the future they held?
All of Claystripe’s musings of distant lands got Flint to thinking about their Tree and relatively small territory, and what could possibly lay beyond. It has since developed into a nagging need to expand and explore, but has always been stopped by his duties.
Flint has taken to the secrecy among the Tribes as something to be wary of, and hence chooses to keep his own secrets. He seems to be a good Talon, leaving the Tree early and returning late with plenty of game, but in truth he wanders the territory for much of his hunt, simply exploring and observing the local wild life. If he can not expand his territory of knowledge, then he can at least become proficient in what is there.
Over time, he has found his reasons to dislike each tribe. Sure, he may give individual cats a chance, but in general, he has stereotyped the cats in a negative light: Gannon are hero wannabes, Cephas are otters in disguise with wings, Carlisle are runts, and Ben-Hannon are over-sized, self-righteous morons. If you’re not of his tribe, you better have a damn good entrance to impress him.
But his biggest secret is that he has been starting to have dreams lately of battlefields filled with wounded and fallen winged cats and other beasts, and among the fighters is him, standing tall, proud, and covered in blood, a champion of the Dugan. The part he wants to especially keep secret is that these dreams don’t terrify him.
They excite him.
-[NPC] Armin "Claystripe" (Named for red-brown and black fur stripes): Family friend, father figure, Mentor
-[NPC] Damana : Mother, retired Talon
-Exploring the land around the Trees, preferably away from other cats.
-Studying and harassing dogs.
-Stalking birds of prey to practice flight abilities.
-Philosophizing with his “Uncle” Claystripe.
Flint huffed and rolled his eyes, then turned to the Gannon cat. “Listen, princess,” he spat, “I don’t know if you know this, but you have to get into a fight to even start calling yourself a hero. You wanna know how I got this knick?” He flicked his right ear, drawing attention to the deep cut taken out of it. “Got it pecked pretty badly by a Peregin falcon when she got angry at me when I took her feather. What did you do for your feather? Rehearsed poetry to a goose until it groomed itself? You’re no warrior, much less a hero. You’re a kitty with a hero complex."
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