FLICKERWOOD =Finder + Bio=

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Welcome to Flickerwood's Finder! He currently has few living attachments, so any interest in forming relationships would be greatly appreciated! i - Bio ii - Appearance iii - Traits iv - Personality Blurb v - Backstory vi - Roleplay Examples i - Flickerwood Male (he/him) Pansexual 33 moons old (last updated 06/05/2026) ThunderClan warrior ii - 14 inches tall, Flickerwood is a long-haired tom with deep yellow eyes and a generally wide build. His reddish fur is dappled with darker whisps, appearing like fluffy redwood bark. He has a lighter-shade front right sock and front left half pastern. Ear fluff, ear tips, and nose strip are all a similar lighter color. iii - [+] Considerate, Determined, Protective [=] Curious, Calm, Outspoken [--] Blatant, Nosy, Over-bearing Likes/Dislikes: [+] Birds, leaves, feathers, sunbathing, hunting, helping [--] Cold, mud, territory disputes, irrationality, hatred iv - Flickerwood wants to put himself in every situation with the hopes of helping or defending someone- he enjoyed visiting the Elder's den as an apprentice. Often, he'd do other apprentice's tasks for them. His moral code is generally that of 'nobody should hurt anybody' but specifics are subject to influence. Somewhat immature, he'll often not detect social cues, unaware of his unnecessary offers and preferring direct communication. His intent is to take care of the people around him, alleviating worries and stressors, but frequently oversteps. When happy- or upset- he'll often walk alone, birdwatching. v - Flickerwood stumbled upon ThunderClan territory as a 9-moon-old-cat, picked up by a patrol, and put through a rather rushed apprenticeship. (Details fuzzy- unless I find someone to be his previous mentor, they're deceased.) It takes time for him to remember, but his protectiveness stems from having to care for his siblings. His parents had abandoned them at a rough age, and he had miraculously found sources of food to keep himself and his siblings alive. Some tragic event occurs as he had dozed off one night. He doesn't yet remember this. (Avoid meta-gaming, but real details are:) Flickerwood's parents met on the outskirts of a distant Twolegplace, his mother frequently leading the kits further away. His father was irresponsible. His mother was too, yet her intents were sincere. She attempted Twoleg homes, fleeing as they rejected taking in all four cats, yet feeding on their scraps without commitment. At about 4 moons old, the kits- Bark, Tinder, and Pod, watched their mother get trapped behind a Twoleg door. Flickerwood, at the time "Bark," swiftly stole food to feed his siblings and himself. Eventually, nearby Twoleg dogs interest in the kits forced them to relocate. Bark, the largest kit, spent every waking moment caring for his siblings. He led them to more Twolegplace outskirts, feeding, hiding, surviving. A stray dog followed their scent, their path, for days. Eventually, their makeshift nest. Bark tried to draw the stray from the nest, hissing, fluffing and straightening to look big. He distracted the beast until he realized it had changed its' target. The young reddish kit searched. He found only scraps of fur, and the scent of.. He fled. Away from Twolegplaces, away from dogs, his head pounding. He ran for so long, for countless days. Moons. His head didn't clear. He often forgot to eat. He had one job; to protect. He failed. He searched for other things to protect; an ant from a bird, a bird from a, well, bigger bird. He found himself in the paws of a Thunderclan patrol. Thin, and weak- after moons of isolation, he'd forgotten everything associated with himself, and his family. vi - ROLEPLAY EXAMPLES: Flickerwood cocked his head to one side, a slight smile shining. "I don't-- Why wouldn't you want me to come with?" Leaves crunched under his paws as his soft steps continued across the forest floor. Flickerwood stepped over an arching tree root, a familiar sound reaching his ears. He crouched, gazing upwards. Eventually, he spotted what he was looking for- a variety of colors; red, gray, brown, black spots, and those unique yellow tail feathers. A Northern Flicker. He dipped down, his weight on his front left leg, quickly darting to the side of his opponent. He rammed his right shoulder into their left side, knocking them off balance. Chasing their momentum, he planted his large paws on their shoulders to pin them to the ground. "Rat!" he spat, fury in his eyes. "Keep your mange out of this camp!" (this type of intimidation would be later in his life, when hes a bit older) "What are you doing here?" Flickerwood boomed, taking a few steps towards the invader. His shoulders and chest were high, and he looked down menacingly, his tail lashing. "Leave."