Tom. Male. Sénor.
Appearance (6 or more sentences)
Sandykit's father was a purebred sand cat, so Sandykit has a bit of a wild cat look to him. Sandykit has a large, round face with his body being a sandy-gray color, to help him blend into his rocky habitat, had he been staying in the desert. His legs are short but muscular, and his pawpaws are tough and durable. His eyes are the color of a cold green-gray color. His tail is darker colored than the rest of his body, with black stripes near the tailtip. On his front left leg are three black stripes near the middle. He has thick whiskers and big ears.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements)
Sandykit is a quiet, reserved tom when you first meet him. He doesn't like to give bad first impressions, and he can sometimes be hard to get through to, especially if he doesn't think you like him. But if you take the time to know him, and he thinks he can trust you, you'll never meet a more loyal and friendly cat. Sandykit knows how to make anybody feel special. He is friendly, funny, and loves to give each of his friends some quality time with him. Because of his mysterious appearance, he attracts many she-kits, claiming they'll love him forever, but only one she-kit has caught his eye, the only she-cat who appears not to be hanging out with him only for his good looks: Lemonkit. Sandykit is protective of his friends and family, especially Lemonkit, and is very loyal, always having his friends' backs in battles and Clan drama. But if he knows you're in the wrong, even if you're his mother, good luck getting him to defend you. So all-in-all, Sandykit can be shy at first, but one awesome friend when you get to know him.
---Likes (at least 3)
Lemonkit, warm, sunny days, and friends.
--- Dislikes (at least 3)
Traitors, bullies, and spiders.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5)
Hunting, the occasional fighting, especially against a scrawny WindClanner, and having she-cat's attentions. But he never pays them any attention.
---Weaknesses (At least 3)
Lemonkit, as in he'd do just about anything for her, his hard time trusting others at first, and climbing.
History (8 or more sentences)
Sandykit was born and raised in ShadowClan, but, like stated above, his father was a purebred sand cat who had been brought near the Clans' territories as a pet. He managed to escape, and ended up finding ShadowClan, and the beautiful she-cat, Stormstriker. Stormstriker was a natural beauty: a long-furred, dark gray she-cat with the softest coat in nearly all the Clans, and a personality that could set you alive. She always played hard to get, until she met Desertdune, Sandykit's father. Stormstriker became puddly in Desertdune's paw because of his handsome looks, and would always do what he said. So when he told her he loved her, of course she believed him. But he didn't. All he wanted was an heir for his plans. See, the reason why he had wanted to escape the humans was not only because he was a wild sand cat, but because they planned on experimenting on him, and he didn't want that. So when he found ShadowClan, he decided that he'd one day be in control of them, and would get his revenge on the humans. But then he realized he was fatally sick, and went to work on getting an heir, using Stormstriker's love to his advantage. A few moons later, Sandykit, the only kit, was born. Giddy that it was a strong, handsome tom, just like him, Desertdune immediately began spending quality time with his son, telling him about his dreams and plans and how he wanted Sandykit to one day complete his father's goals. Luckily, Desertdune passed away soon before he could influence Sandykit past the point of return, and he remained good, soon forgetting all about his father, for he was only a moon and a half when his father passed.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio)
Sandykit blinked awake, looking around for Stormstriker. He had had a dream for the previous nights about a cat that look similar to him, and he did spark some memory, but he couldn't remember completely. He figured he'd ask Stormstriker about it, because he figured this tom was his father, but Stormstriker wasn't in the den. Sandykit looked around. Pale sunlight filtered into the den through the gaps in the roof, and when he looked over at Lemonkit, his heart skipped a beat when he saw how beautiful she looked as a patch of sunlight beamed over her. Stiffly rising to his paws, he stretched, and carefully padded towards the den entrance, squeezing his way through and looking around.
Stormstriker and Desertdune weren't real. They were simply names I used to tell Sandykit's history.