Can I just apologise for the mess this has all made. Here, I'm sorry for persisting about my application, I just wanted to know if I had made a mistake that could be fixed so that I could be accepted, but you've made it pretty clear there isn't, so I'll just stop.
Thanks I guess,
Hawktooth is a tall dusty brown warrior tom from Mountainclan. He sports unusually long and elegant legs, small light paws that hold thin hooked white claws, short thick fur, and a brush-like tail. His body is dotted with strange pale silver designs, mostly consisting of circles of a variety of sizes. He has long pointed ears and muscular hind legs, and gleaming scarlet irises. He has sworn to be completely loyal to his clan, though he does find himself questioning his leaders' choices occasionally, despite the amount of respect the warrior has for them. He thoroughly enjoys running across the landscape, kicking up gravel and allowing the cool sharp breezes to run like invisible fingers through his fur. He isn't the sort of cat to have big dreams, but refuses to do anyone else's bidding unless he believes it just and fair. He can be stubborn, but generally decides to just let the other cat win an argument, not having the patience to continue the fight. He likes to think of himself as neutral, and even-tempered, and lives as just another warrior in the forever cycle of the clans.
Age- 22 Moons
Personality- Hawktooth is quite a neutral-tempered cat, who isn't very biased. He doesn't have especially big dreams, and lives a simple life serving his clan. However, if he somehow disagrees, he holds strong to his views until he is shown a view worthy of him bowing to.
Neutral-tempered: He doesn't tend to flare up in anger, or bend to people's wills easily, he likes to more or less just go along with things until he sees a problem.
Unbiased: He doesn't choose sides until he can see who's view is just and right, and until that is clear to him, he won't take part in any argument.
No big dreams: Hawktooth is content with enjoying the smaller joys of life, not expecting anything big to happen to him during his lifetime.
Stubborn: He doesn't agree with someone just because he is told to, and has a very strong mind. He doesn't like to give into others when he doesn't see anything wrong with his own view, so he won't.
History- Hawktooth was born to two Mountainclan warriors, but both were brutally slaughtered by a rouge when he was just eight moons old. At eleven moons old, just before he became a warrior, he ran away in search of the cat who murdered his parents, but to no avail. He stumbled back into camp at fourteen moons old, and one of the elders remembered him and brought him to the leader. He was gradually accepted back into the clan, though he wasn't as trusted as most warriors. He still has the urge to find the rouge, but knows that if he wants a place in his clan, he must stay there from now on to prove his loyalty.
RP Sample- Hawktooth scraped his tongue along the roof of his mouth, dry and rough like sandpaper. He gasped, and trudged onwards, his hot breath catching in his throat with every step. His legs felt brittle and his joints burned red hot with pain and bruising. As his paws began to drag, his mind told him, no, demanded him to lie down, to rest, even if only for a while. But he shook his heavy head, neck creaking, and kept dragging himself through the once familiar territory. Finally, he saw an old landmark, a strangely shaped rock jutting out from the ground, where he and the other kits had played a long while ago. He focused on it with hazy eyes, and put on a burst of speed. He trotted lopsidedly past it, and stumbled into the entrance of some sort of camp. He heaved himself to his paws, groaning. It had been three moons since he had been there, but it was the same as he remembered it. This was Mountainclan. This was home.