With {eYes} ||LiKe|| TeAL -- Tealtide

[{[TeAL]}]

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Nickname: Teal. Tealeh.
Other Characters: Falconpaw {Soon to be re-posted}
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Name- Tealtide
Age- Thirty-nine moons
Gender- Tom
Clan- LeafClan
Rank- Deputy {If still allowed D:}

Personality- Tealtide is one of the more fair cats' around the camp. The tom is faithful to his clan and only to his clan. He works diligently, and has a very calm and collective attitude. He is more of a realist, he sees things from both points of view, and then he thinks of what to do. His temper rarely gets the better of him, and when it does, cats just back off, or else they'll get called every insult in the book. But, it takes a lot to get this one tom angered, so most cats are friendly toward him. This tom isn't the type to ambush another clan on a patrol for example, he tries to resolve problems peacefully, with words and not actions. Some look down on him for it, but he does what he believes is right, and if that means a fight, then it means a fight, and Leafclan cats aren't the ones to back off easily, especially Tealtide.

And there is another side of Tealtide. He is wise and likes to be right, he is also competitive without realizing it. He likes to be the best and is very proud, he also likes to make sure others are trying to be their best. He likes it when others listen to him and obey his orders, however he is a little weary of trying new things. He is brave, and will not back away from a challenge, it is easy to see his smug smirk every time he wins something. When he gets really annoyed with someone he will stand up for himself, or even someone else and give them a piece of his mind. At these times he never one to sit back and enjoy the ride, more of the type to throw himself into life.

short description - Long haired tabby tom with teal eyes

Appearance- With fur as thick and silky as Tealtide's, you'd assume he's just one big fluffy tom, lazy in everything he strives to do. But under that long pelt are muscles that tightly fit and shape his lithe frame. He has a lightly colored brown undercoat, and topped with the second layer of fur that is the darker brown mixed in. His pelt allows him to blend in extremely well with the underbrush in their forest, but his light teal eyes stick out in a crowd. They do not blend in with much, not the sky, not the tall pines that line his territory, and definitely stick out from his pelt. They are what he is named after.

Tealtide has large oval paws, which help him with his jumping and hunting skills. His tail is feathered and long, striped and thick. The stripes around his forelegs and hind legs are definitely more prominent than the stripes anywhere else on his build. The tom has long white whiskers, and the fur framing his maw ad face is a light tan, equipped with a liver colored nose, bordered by a line of black. The tom has a prominent scar from a battle with an angry loner, just as a little kit. He didn't start it, and he never talks about it. It stretches from his chest down to the middle of his belly, where he finally managed to scramble away from the loner. He lost much blood, and it can still pain him in some battles.

Tattoo- Tealtide's tattoo is on his left hind leg. It is simple, but clearly explains the better half of his name, for it looks like a swell in the ocean, hence the name Tealtide. It is outlined with intricate swirls and spots that are extremely small.

History- Tealkit was the biggest of his litter. Most of the queens referred to him as the ‘gentle giant’ because he was such a large kit, with such a kind temper. He had two other littermates. Tealkit’s mother, Streampool, and father, Silvershadow, could sense good things from the kit, which didn’t get in trouble as much as his two littermates did.

He never realized how important it was, that he wasn’t like his littermates. He was in the nursery, when his mother had asked him where his two littermates were. He knew, and he told her, he had never really lied a lot, and never to his mother. They had gone out to explore an abandoned fox den, near the entrance of camp. They used the hole in the wall of the nurseries brambles, to make their devilish escape. Obviously, his mother had rushed out, to go and search for them. No more than a few heartbeats later, he heard the muffled cry of his mother. He knew then, that his two littermates, his two best friends, were never coming back.

The six moons of his kithood seemed to pass ever so slowly. His mother eventually moved on with her life, and then, just like that, he was made Tealpaw. His mother moved on with her warrior duties, as did his father. His mentor was a young, kind she-cat, and she taught him well. He was told he was an excellent fighter, although he didn’t quite accept the fact, always wanting to improve, to become better, he was a quick thinker, his moves graceful. He made many friends, his kind personality, and upbeat attitude for everything he did, had helped, and guided him along the way.

In a few quick passing moons, his mentor had requested him to become a warrior. He was young, only 12 moons, but she felt he had the right attitude and all the skills to become a warrior. The leader accompanied her on his hunting test, and, of course, he caught only one thing. The leader had his ceremony postponed, until he felt his mentor had taught him the correct way to hunt, which, of course, she had, he was just nervous, and he felt guilt wash over him, for making his mentor look like a mouse-brain. He only tried harder, and she allowed some of the apprentices to look over Tealpaw while hunting, so he would rid of his nerves. It worked.

Two moons later, she felt it was safe to ask if Tealpaw could be a warrior again. The leader, once again, accompanied his mentor, although he was a little skeptical this time, wondering if the tom would make the same mistake. He was 14 moons, no longer a large cat, his size catching up to him. He managed to catch four pieces of prey, enough to satisfy the leader, and then, he became Tealtide. His parents were both loyal to the clan, now in StarClan. He is now the quiet, friendly, thoughtful deputy of Leafclan

Role Play Example- Small paws thrummed quietly against the ground, wind whistled through the triangular ears, speaking to him in hushed tones. Muscles bunched and relaxed as the form moved across the land. The sky was an eerie clear blue, with small, fluffy clouds dotted along the horizon every now and then, only to disappear giving way to more sun. The warmth on his back warmed not only his outsides, but also his insides. The apprentice purred with delight. He felt so free. He never wanted to return back to camp, but the day was soon to be over, the chill to soon creep into the air, as darkness would descend upon them all. The tom wasn't big into darkness. He preferred light. Open spaces in which he could run. Falconpaw did not know where his paws were taking him, but when he opened his closed green eyes, he realized that he was on his way to the cliff that overhung the stream, which melded into a small pond. His favorite spot in their territory. It was still warm, so the apprentice decided to hurry up to the overhang, so he could get a little sunning time in. Afterward. Afterward the tom decided. He would catch something after sunning. He was determined. Eyes closed again, the paws skidded to a stop. No, no he needed to hunt right where he was. He couldn't go back to camp with an empty jaw. He was an apprentice. He needed to show his clan all that he was worth.

Maw opened. Different scents flooded inside his mouth, but nothing struck him. The air was so fresh, and he needed to focus. Focus on prey, not on the area around him. He needed to solely focus on one thing. It was the only way. Head spinning with all different scents, he blocked out many, but not all. Rabbit. He could scent it. It wasn't far away, but it was hidden somewhere, probably looking for something to eat. The poor creature had no idea what was to become of it. Some creature looking for something to eat was to become a meal soon. Just as long as he didn't screw up. He wouldn't. Falconpaw knew he was capable of catching something simple like a rabbit, but he had been clumsy with his paws lately, and rabbits weren't ones to be fooled with mislaid footsteps. And he wouldn't make the mistake. He was determined. He always was. Breathing slowed, heartbeat increased. It was always what happened before a hunt. Never did he feel completely calm. It was either his breathing or hi heartbeat that increased or slowed, depending on what sort of prey he was after. It was excitement, that was it, the tom thought to himself. He always did, never thought anything other than excitement. What apprentice wouldn't feel excited before catching something? Something all the cats valued when brought into the camp. Something that was fed to any of the cats, whether it be from a kit, to an elder. Maybe even the leader or deputy would pick it. He considered himself lucky that he had something to eat when he entered camp, so others must have. And every time he left camp, he needed to bring something back.

Ears twitched. Paws made their way across the ground as quietly as possible. The tom hoped it was quiet. He would be crushed if he didn't watch this rabbit. He spotted it. It was a light gray. Beautiful. But food. He couldn't admire the color of the pelt any longer, he needed to strike before the rabbit sensed him, or the winds suddenly shifted. He wanted that rabbit, and he would get it. He needed to get it. It was for his clan. He was dedicated to his clan. Happy to be in a clan. The rabbits head picked itself up, as it looked around in a somewhat lazy way. The paws moved quickly, as the apprentice covered much ground. He was almost stunned. He had almost forgotten what to do when trying to catch a rabbit, and he was glad that his paws had kept quiet. Emerging from his hiding place, he came upon the rabbit, and leaped from quite a distance. The rabbit hadn't heard him until he had landed a mere whisker-length from the prey. The elongated legs of the rabbit were quick to set it off, but the tom was quicker. Barely, but he was quicker. He pounced, pinning the rabbit down, and he swiftly took a bite hard enough own on the neck fur that only a small squeak escaped the creature, and it was still. He had lost track of time, he had. It was nearly dark, and he needed to get back to camp, but he didn't want to, not yet, anyway. The tom still wanted to go back to the overhang. The sun hadn't set. It would be a beautiful sight, it would.

The sky was already dotted with pinks, purples, peaches, and a mixture of light and dark grays. The colors melded, as the sun began its descent into the horizon. Eyes wide, the apprentice settled himself on the overhang, placing his rabbit next to him. The sight was a lot to take it. He had never seen the sunset from the overhang. It was a wonderful experience. The tom wondered how many cats had seen the sunset from this spot, as the orange ball seemingly made of fire nestled into the horizon, only to come up a few hours later. He wondered if any other cats in any of the other cats wer watching the sunset, and if it was as beautiful site to them, as it was to him. Falconpaw sighed contentedly, and brought his head up to the sky. The moon was showing, a lighter color, almost one with the sky, but it was there. The tom smiled once more. The sun would go beyond the horizon, and in it's place the moon would rise, and the stars would appear, being as beautiful as they always were. As soon as he knew it, the sun was gone. The orange ball of fine had gone away from his sight, and all that was left for him were the beautiful colors that had remained. They were only there for a small while, and the tom decided he needed to get back to camp. But a sudden wave of exhaustion swept over him. He found himself yawning, and settling his position, so he was more comfortable on the overhang. He would wait a few more moments, then grab his rabbit, and head back to the camp. Just a few more moments.

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please pm either Fallen or i with a usable (aka not copyrighted) image of Tealtide that we can use for his image in the table.