Kestrel - FINISHED

[Duskmoon]

Curse me: Kestrel
Sin for me: 6 years
Carve me: Male
Find me: Achromatic Eclipse - Slave
Appearance: Kite is a brown tom. His base fur is very nondescript, a mousy brown, like bird feathers. His muzzle is tinted ginery-orange, very slightly - you have to know it's there to see it. His legs are tinted in this way as well. His underside is a rusty red, dark sunlight trapped in his fur. His bac and body are flecked with the same rusty red, white, black, dark brown, and grey. Fur like feathers, wings folded against his body tightly. His legs are tinged with ginger like his muzzle, as if he has bird feet under his muscles and fur. His tail is bushy, and flattened horizantally. Various reddy-brown raptor feathers are knotted into his fur in great clumps. He looks always as if he is ready to take off, fly away...
Behavior: Kestrel is an odd sort of fellow. He keeps himself mostly isolated from the rest of the posse. The accident he suffered made him very different, so no one really likes to talk to him. Kestrel is rather kind-hearted, though. He doesn't tolerate OD foolishness around the Shack, but some missteps from his own posse are alright. He doesn't always report every break of code to the Boss; he merely warns the offender. He doesn't like causing too much trouble unless he has to.

Description:
Strengths:
Speed
High jumping
Sharp teeth

Weaknesses:
His appearance (he doesn't like being reminded of it)
Troublemakers in the posse

Past: Kestrel was born in the Posse, same as many cats. He was once called Sun, for his golden fur. But one day, he left on an adventure. One that would, sadly take him months to recover from.

He was outside Posse land, hunting in the nearest forest. Young Kestrel walked into a clearing, where the canopy of branches and leaves had been cleared away.

A kestrel hawk had seen his then-golden fur and dived for him. The kestrel had carried him high into the air, but he bit at its talons and it had dropped him.

The young cat landed in a crumpled heap in OD territory. His eyes were shut, so most took him for dead.

But someone had other plans for him.

A cat, once from the forests, saw him and prayed to her old gods, her warrior ancestors in StarClan. These starry cats walked down from their seats in the Milky Way to save Kestrel's life.

The ancestral cats never act without elaving their mark. So, in honor of the bird who almost took his life, StarClan gave him his new appearance.

Bedraggled, Kestrel made his way back to AE territory. The Boss looked at him oddly, then gave him his new name. No cat enjoyed coming near him since, but he has accustomed himself to it.

StarClan has stayed away from him, as they are not comfortable in posse lands.

IC: Empteh told me that since I have an active charrie, I don't need this, so BLEH.

Codeword: working lazy cat

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Accepterooni.