name
Cobra | Cobrafang
age
43 moons
gender
Tom
sexuality
Straight
rank
Warrior
personality
Cobrafang enjoys keeping to himself, finding other cats rather obnoxious to be around. He’s on the arrogant side and can be condescending when talking to his fellow clan mates. He’s swift and agile for his size, making him a threat in battle. He’s a cunning and witty cat, often able to talk himself out of trouble… or into it.
appearance
Cobrafang is a bit of a haunting sight. Standing a few inches taller than the average cat because of his long legs. He has a long tail and large ears to match his already strange appearance. His fur is sleek, always shiny and clean; something he prides himself on. He has ghostly light green eyes.
reference
any kin
All deceased
crush/mate
Open for crush, uninterested in a mate
offspring
Open, he definitely has some somewhere
history
Cobrafang, originally Cobra, was born and raised a loner. He was in for disappointment from birth. His father was absent and his mother, Finch, mentally was. He didn’t blame her, a single mother of 7 kittens. Being the largest of the litter, once he was old enough Cobra had to provide for them all. It was a daunting task, and Cobra often found himself starving so his mother and siblings could eat. This is where his resentment began. The colder it got, the further Cobra had to go for food. Of course none of his siblings helped, or even offered to, so he was alone. Once he found the two-leg barn, he was set. There were mice everywhere and it was the first time Cobra was able to feed his whole family, including himself. However, that led to his family becoming greedy and demanding more. His resentment grew.
Cobra began to spend more time at the two-leg farm, watching them from afar. A few moons went by before he started to notice the mice were starting to smell weird. The two-legs had begun to poison them. Head clouded with hatred and tired from the expectations of his family; Cobra cautiously caught some. He brought them home to his family, being careful not to eat one, and left. He never looked back. For many moons, guilt ate away at the tom. However the freedom of being alone, of not having to care for anyone, trumped that in the end.
He stumbled upon Moonclan once he had aged, grown. At first the tom was reluctant to join the clan, but ultimately his curiosity won. He’s still hesitant about his decision, but knows he could just leave anytime he wanted.
other
evil plots are a wip hehe
open to all relos but definitely open to make some enemies