A tall, long-haired gray and white point tom with dark blue eyes.

While life may have started as a small sized kit, Wispfang bloomed into enduring inane questions from his brother. Yes, he enjoys being tall, and drooping one’s shoulders is a sign of weakness. His muscular build, while leaning towards average, can be underestimated by limbs that appear lengthy but thin.

The tom appears gentle in spirit and has considerable fluff among a mostly pale pelt decorated with dimly colored seal point markings. His legs resemble a battle for control: dark brown vying against pastel fawn. Only for the two adversaries to falter to pure white toes.

His tail and ears invoked the support of seal colorings, whereas his face is a dark compromise between cream and bistre brown. A first glance of him is usually a harmless one, but as a cat chooses to look more, they will find that soft is a word for those that do not see the inner workings.

Here lies the endings of what could have been a shy friendly warrior.

A callous fighter teetering on gray morals, who is otherwise somewhat moody when boredom sets in. Wispfang is afflicted by bloodlust which has left him quite jaded. Commonly feeling tired of fighting and blood and even vocalizing his lack of enthusiasm, only to never be able to say no to the opportunity. The tom is very upfront about his hatred for RidgeClan and clearly speaks of them not being equals if they come up as a subject.

He’s easily considered as reckless and nothing more than cold to those that do not share his ideals. But the seal colored cat certainly can otherwise come off as nonchalant once a period of warming up to another cat passes over. A loyal friend with a dark charisma to him if he so chooses to show it.

His upbringing shined an emphasis on nobility and the idea of certain bloodlines within MistClan carrying higher social status. Living in the beginnings of what could be considered aristocracy where whispers of impending chaos grow due to considerable hits to the image of MistClan’s leadership. Wispfang is confident that the chaos will be enjoyable when fighting does inevitably break out.

Wispfang can be found appearing even more tired after any conversation with his mother. Ever since his father died in the violent conflicts with RidgeClan he can tell she is lonesome and wants grandkids. Yet to him, there doesn’t seem a reason to risk it with unsolved kit disappearances in the nursery.

Besides, if a she-cat was to catch his eye he fears how obsessive and lovey-dovey she would make him. Through a wider scope, he is weary of true love and how it might change him probably for the better. But until that happens then he’ll boast occasional sly comments or lust while focusing on wanting RidgeClan to suffer.

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