Every moment was so precious

We were talking

Name
Wildfang

Age
Thirty-five moons

Gender
Tom

Rank
Warrior

in the Strawberry swing

Pelt description
Wildfang is a calico cat, thus delineating a pelt that is splattered with a mix of many unique shades of orange, black, and brown. The main color of his pelt is a dark shade of umber, which covers his back, tail, and legs. However, on his tail, the umber is striped with light orange fur, making it almost look like a Halloween-esque candy cane. All his paws are white, with small patches of pale-orange dappling some of his toes. His chest and belly are also white, before darkening and fading into the mixed shades on his back and forehead. His forehead is also dark umber, but the color fades around his eyes to become orange and white, with faint stripes of dark grey.
Size wise, Wildfang is only a tad bit smaller than a Maine coon, the largest cat breed alive. He is tall and muscular, but well proportioned enough that can still maneuver himself adroitly in battle or while hunting prey. However, Wildfang is more built for power than speed, and if he felt the urge he could easily bat aside smaller cats with his paws.
In accordance to his name, Wildfang has unusually long, sharp teeth in comparison to other cats. One of his more self-absorbent habits is to walk around with a large smirk on his face, so that all can admire or be intimidated by his lovely canine teeth.

Personality
Wildfang is relatively easy-going. He appears stern and sinister when first seen, due the fierceness of his gaze, yet in conversation and in action he is possibly one of the most docile cats of his size. It is difficult to tell how he is feeling, for he always seems to have the same expression on his face- one of nonchalance. In truth, however, he is a good friend, and a very pleasant cat; he is intelligent, humorous, and to a certain degree, morbid.
Wildfang's father was the deputy of Wildfang's birth clan, and his father taught Wildfang to follow a strong regiment of justice- justice that Wildfang is willing to carry out no matter what the punishment. He has very little tolerance for oily cats who try to slink past their duties or obligations, and thus has become a stalwart defender of a strict code of conduct and chivalry which only he abides to.
Yet, despite all of the strict rules he imposes on himself and ultimately others, Wildfang believes himself to have something of a split personality: a wild side and a cultivated side. Most likely, his split perception of himself is due to his struggling loyalties to appease either his wishes, or the needs of the clan. Truthfully, Wildfang has a tendency to question the happiness he feels in a clan- although clan life is simple, he often finds himself staring into the far distant horizon and imagining what it would be like leaving his home in search for greater adventures. Yet clan life is all he has known and is the only life he is familiar with, although this thought does not comfort him much and only causes his paws to become more restless.

Eye Description
He has light copper eyes that darken to a deep red around the pupils, and if a cat has trouble reading Wildfang's staunch poker face, then all they have to do is stare into his orbs. He has his emotions written there like prey out in a flat field. Wildfang himself is not aware of this small phenomenon, for no one has told him. Most cats prefer to be able to read whether a gargantuan cat is angry at them or merely poking fun.

Distinguishing Marking
His size would probably be his most distinguishing factor, for most people would notice a warrior the size of a small bobcat.

Credits

Css is made 100% by Stella at Fading Dreams.
Picture at flickrr+Picnik
I wrote the cat. Don't steal Minnowpaw, please. C:
Uploaded picture from Photobucket.
Cat for the guild Vengeance.