Redwind app for Warriors of the Ravine [WIP]

Name: Redwind -Redpaw-Redkit

Age: 38 moons

Gender: Tom

Breed: Main Coon x Abyssian x American short hair x Turkish Van

Appearance:

Rank: Deputy

Clan: Oak Clan

Personality:[Laid back][Goof ball][Fatherly][Battle rage][Philosopher] 

[Laid back]- "Nothing to worry about, I'll go check it out"-Redwind never seems to be overly concerned about anything, walking around with an air of almost sleepy contentment. Even when things are going badly, he always seems to be calm and collected about it, leading some to see him as being uninterested, but most to see him as simply confident.  It takes dire straits to have the tom take on a serious edge.

[Goof Ball]- "You have to understand, there's nothing wrong with a bit of fun"- As likely to pull a well intentioned prank as any kit, Redwind is nothing if not a bit of a goof. Seemingly just as happy being the butt of the joke as the one telling it, he's always ready to have a good laugh. 

[Fatherly]- "Now now, we'll get this sorted out, just stick with me"- Though he has a kit like nature, Redwind is a very fatherly sort as ready to help talk out a dispute between kits as warriors. He is fond of checking in on the nursery and takes time out of his day to play with what ever kits are available, even offering to watch them so the queens can have a break.  

[Battle Rage]-"You really don't know what you've started"- A large tom with a kind personality, few have seen him in battle, but any who have are well aware he is not a tom to be trifled with. In the heat of battle he becomes a blur of fang and claws, merciless in his attacks. The downside to his warrior spirit is he typically fails to notice serious wounds in till after a fight has ended, leading to him spending time in the medicine cats den. 

[Philosopher]- " What it means to be a warrior...why, I think it means to love"- Though he puts on a show of being carefree, Redwind thinks rather often on the state of his world, and his life, coming up with ideas of how to live based on what he has seen.  He is always willing to share his ideas with others, though at times they come off a bit cryptic.

History:

:Kithood:
Redwind was born to Brownpelt, a lithe brown tabby she cat, and Blazeheart, a large long haired orange tom, as the third in a litter of four kits. The first born was Deltakit, the smallest of the litter, a she cat with brown fur and silver blue eyes. Next was Sapkit, an orange tabby tom with long fur like his fathers. The final kit was named Adderkit, but he died only hours after birth from complications. The three remaining kits grew up in relative normalcy, Deltakit becoming the leader of the small group of kits, with her two brothers following her lead where ever she went, though Redkit would always manage to keep the fiery little she cat from getting into trouble. Sapkit was a rather quiet kit, but the three where extreamly close. 
As they grew Redkits slight size edge grew even more so, as the young red tom-kit started growing into a rather over sized apprentice. 

:An apprentice indeed:

Except for Sapkit tripping over his own paws, their apprentices ceremony went smoothly. Redpaw was apprenticed to a gruff tom named Smallear, the match seemed odd at first, Redpaw being a goofy, and at the time apparently undedicated, apprentice, and Smallear being known as a stern and unrelenting cat, but the two got on oddly well. Smallear seemed to find the over large cats antics amusing, and Redpaw turned out to be a very diligent apprentice always willing to train, and helping out about the clan all he could cleaning out the elders den, and the nursery. 
Of course his training wasn't with out it's hiccups. He was a bit overzealous in his battle training, and being young had yet to understand his own strength, causing some of the other apprentices to avoid him when it came time to practice, but his happy attitude brought them around to being his friends. He became friends with most cats, and yet never seemed to close to any of them, as he slowly began putting the needs of others above himself. Yet he claimed it made him happy, and it drew the respect of others, though Smallear always told him he should look out for himself. 

:The warrior of his clan:


After moons of training, Redpaw was the first of his siblings to become a warrior, due to a single event. He ,Sappaw,Smallear, and Sappaws mentor Budtail, where out patrolling the border. It was a typical thing to do, and Redpaw always enjoyed getting to do anything with his siblings, even if Sappaw always seemed a bit skittish when ever he left camp. The two where talking, their mentors seemingly content with letting the two young cats catch up, when Budtail detected a noise.  The four cats had gone quiet, as the she cat tried to make out the noise, but with a sudden leap the dog was on them. Smallear and Budtail placed themselves between the beast and the apprentices, but it locked it's jaws onto Smallear before any cat could move. Redpaw was shocked by the scent of blood, and the anguished yowl of his mentor, but instinct took over and he charged foward, ignoring Budtail's warning to stay back, he leaped at the dogs face, scratching and locking his jaws into the loose skin near it's eyes. It opened it's jaw in pain, but the large apprentice still did not let go as Smallear fell to the ground, the dog leaped about, eventually dislodging the apprentice and sending him flying into a tree, paid laced his side, but he stood back up, ready to defend his mentor if the dog lunged again, in all likely hood he, and his companions would have been in big trouble, but the dog, skinny, and already injured from the attack, backed off as Budtail and Sappaw hissed at him, and, realizing the four cats where not worth the effort, took off. Redpaw would find out latter that the dog had been abondoned by its two legs, and with out any one to tend the wounds he had inflicted, it had been found dead later on. 
Between Sappaw and Budtail, they where able to carry the a badly injured Smallear back to camp, and Redpaw managed to drag his own injured hide back as well. Apprentice and mentor both spent many nights in the medicine cats den, though being young Redpaw recovered rather fast, his mentor was not as lucky, and eventually the old tom conceded to entering the elders den, no longer able to fend for himself. Yet before he did so, he had one request, to see his last apprentice made a warrior for the valor he had shown in protecting his clan mates. 
At his warrior ceremony he was given the name Redwind, for he was a breezy tempered cat who had fought like a gale wind to defend his mentor and clan mates. He accepted his name with the same light hearted manner he did everything,  but his eyes held a deep sense of pride in them, the same pride he would show once again when his litter mates gained their warrior names, Sapheart, for his tender and kind heart, and Deltaclaw, for her aggressive fighting style. 

:A Carefree Deputy:

For many moons Redwind stayed a warrior, lifting the spirits of the cats around him, dispensing advice, and fighting ferociously beside his clan mates when need be. His laid back demeanor made it hard for some to take him seriously, but most where won over by his charm and sincerity. He never sought anything but to help the clan, and when the previous deputy sadly died in battle, this selfless nature drew Oak clans leader,__________, to call on the tom to serve as deputy. He accepted happily, wanting to help the clan in any way he could, and showed a rather profficient skill for the job, being able to handle organizing patrols as well as keep tabs on any arguments that arose between his clan mates, while still keeping time to keep up his usual schedule of sneaking away to play with the newest kits. 

Family:

Mother: Brownpelt

Father: Blazeheart
Siblings: Deltaclaw, Sapheart
Mate: Open
Kits: None

RP Example: (From another warriors roleplay) 
Cloakedpaw's ears swiveled to the side as the cat scent got stronger, and the mouse closer. The scent...who was it? Well...it was one of his clan mates, he knew that at least, and who ever it was had inadvertently put him in the odd position of having to make a choice. 
Go after the mouse, or let her catch it. He staid perfectly still, other than his ears moving to focus in on the mouse. What should he do? He only had a few moments to decide, but weighed his options. Letting the other cat get it was, as he saw it, the technical right thing to do. They where hunting like a proper warrior after all and not waiting for food to fall into their paws but.... on the other paw they WHERE hunting like a proper warrior, and probably could go catch something else, unlike him who had been waiting for who knew how long to catch something after three failed attempts in other parts of the forest that day, and a bitter memory of a scorch clan apprentice laughing at one of his previous failures. 
All these thoughts came to him in quick succession, and as the mouse drew close he pounced out of his hiding place, biting into it with strong jaws, and looking around for who evers catch he had ...borrowed.