"We cannot choose our external circumstances, but we can always choose how we respond to them."

Name
Pino, Wolfkit, Wolfpaw, Wolf____.

Age
5 moons (5 months) old.

Gender & Pronouns
Cisgender Male (He/Him).

Orientation
To be developed.

Clan
HawkClan.

Rank
Kit.

Breed
Purebred.
Maine Coon (100%).

Allegiance Description
A massive, heavily muscled solid white tom with long, thick fur and rich golden eyes.



Physical Description
[Kit]
Wolfkit started out life privileged, anyone with eyes can clearly tell from this kit's appearance. Bred from notable cats of his breed, Wolfkit has all the signature features of the Maine Coon breed. Muscle adjourns his body already, nicely filling out his already large body. His paws and ears are huge, his paws being the size of a newly appointed warrior. Although his ears look rather funny at the moment, Wolfkit is sure to grow into them soon enough. Atop of his tall ears are the signature tufts that any purebred Maine Coon inherits. Accommodating his large traits is his big head and thick snout, a promising sign of his future beastly strength and the thick, razor-sharp adult teeth soon to follow after his adolescence. Wolfkit is a tall tom, sure to become a beast in his future as a HawkClan warrior, already finding himself towering over most, if not all, of his nursery denmates.

The most notable feature of Wolfkit has to be his bold, white fur. His pelt is a rich white, not to be confused with the light cream hue that lots of 'white' cats appear to be. Rumor has it that it's whiter than snow, that is, if it's not dirty. A rare sight to find though as Wolfkit is the type of individual to keep his pelt nice and clean. First impressions are important, even a kit like himself knew that! A con in Greenleaf and Newleaf is his long, thick fur. It's an impressive thing, silky to the touch. One of the most obvious indicators of his former kittypet heritage. It's especially thicker around the neck area, giving him a mane that only adds onto his growing intimidation factor. To tie the look together, Wolfkit has two yellow eyes, similar to gold of the richest value. Charming to many.

[Apprentice]
This large tom's stature didn't stop there. Just as many figured, Wolfkit, or more commonly referred to Wolfpaw now, has blossomed into a capable apprentice of HawkClan. It seems that Wolfpaw doubled in size now thanks to his warrior training! It must be that impressive heritage of his beginning to come into play as well. The features that formerly looked comedic on him as a kit now fit perfectly together. It seems that Wolfpaw has skipped the awkward adolescent age, StarClan giving him the ability to bulk up on muscle easily! Although most in the clan are excited for the future of this promising young tom, Wolfpaw seems to be struggling with his balance now more than ever. He has staggering growth spurts, ones that come about randomly. So randomly in fact that Wolfpaw can't ever get used to his current height as before he knows it, he grows another inch or two!

Despite that, not all is bad. Wolfpaw, now the age of adolescence, is starting to blossom into a handsome young tom. One sure to draw the eyes of his she-cat peers and maybe even the tom's! Ignoring his understandable clumsiness, young Wolfpaw carries an attractive image. One that is beginning to tie the beauty of elegance that his purebred traits exhibit and the beastly strength that his build carries. It's a beautiful and unusual mix that is sure to attract eyes but young Wolfpaw is still a very long way to go from that point. While it may not be as obvious as it is on other apprentices, Wolfpaw still has that certain awkwardness that is typical of all adolescents. Most notably, his voice. It is beginning to crack, much to his dismay and has altered to an especially low, raspy tone.

[Warrior]
It seems that young Wolfpaw, now known as Wolf____, has finally grown into his daunting name. Wolf___ is a warrior with an infamous streak in the forest, not easily forgettable due to his unique appearance. A white beast rumored to be untamable just like their lion ancestors before them. He's a colossal tom, standing at an impressive 18 inches, 2 inches above the height typical of his breed. Wolf____ is a brute of a male with heavily muscle, muscle that would likely weigh down any other cat if it rippled through their own build. He weighs a hefty 20 pounds, most of it being the broad muscle that ripples through his being at every step. HawkClan is sure to be relieved to have this beast of a tom on their side!

The energy that this warrior exudes is overwhelming, that's the best way to describe it. It is no surprise that he is one intimidating brute, likely to make even the most stoic of warriors react. One is either intimidated by the sheer power of this brute or intimidated by the amount of attractiveness that this tom spills. Starclan has blessed him with features are particularly powerful, very eye-catching like his strong muzzle or jawline. Long tufted ears stand proudly atop of his large head, long whiskers flowing from his square muzzle. Long, thick fur flying in the breeze, the extra lengthy fur around his neck exuding a commanding presence. Truly, a fearsome tom. One of the most pleasant things of this warrior is his voice though. No longer is it the hoarse thing it was in adolescence. Now, it's a deep and rich tone. Commanding and powerful when he utters a single word. Certainly different and sure to stand out amongst a crowd of loud felines. It can be daunting when raised but very soothing if spoken in a low tone.

Demeanor
[+] | Adaptable | Articulate | Charismatic | Decisive | Perceptive [Positive Traits]
[=] | Ambitious | Candid | Confidential | Instinctive | Observant [Neutral Traits]
[-] | Aloof | Enigmatic | Manipulative | Merciless | Vicious[Negative Traits]

[Positive]
To be written.

[Neutral]
To be written.

[Negative]
To be written.

History
It was a good life that Wolfkit used to live. Or rather, one that Pino used to live. One of no worries, no stresses, and no dangers. He was born to two well known Maine Coons in the community. Whitten, a purely white, broad tom, just like Pino. A popular stud of well known ancestry. The two looked incredibly similar, their only differences were the heterochromia eyes that Whitten had, one blue and one golden. His mother was an impressive she-cat, one who would attend shows and competitions. Italia was her name and she was a beautiful color, being a black smoke feline with her own set of honey eyes. The litter had been planned for some time and after some waiting, they were finally born. It was a strange sight to behold, only two kits. Pino and a she-kit with two different colors splitting her face, also known as chimeria. Meaning, there was at least another kit that just hadn't made it all the way.

Pino's sister was a remarkable sight, a rare one at that. It was more than obvious that they would be keeping the little she-kit. Pino on the other hand, would be sold off. And that's exactly what happened. Growing up, Pino was never truly close with his parents. To him, they were his only set of parents. To his parents though, he was just another kit from another litter. While his mother took care of him greatly, like any mother ought to, she never created a bond with Pino, knowing that he'd be sold off. Italia and his sister, known as Gracia, were especially close though. Likely since Italia knew that her owners would be keeping Gracia. Pino had never met his father though, only heard about him through his mother.

Pino was about two months old when he was sold off. There were no tears, no mourning. Everyone knew it was bound to happen. His mother and sister uttered him a single 'good luck'. All Pino could feel was a slight disappointment. However, that was just it.

As Pino arrived to his new home, even he could tell you it wasn't a bad home either. He would eat great food, put strictly on a raw food diet to help his growth. It would never be too hot or too cold in the house, typically just right. He'd have comfortable places to sleep on. What could have happened then? Pino claimed that it was wild instinct that called out to him that night. That night where he was looking out the window after two months of living at his new home. It was night, the leaves of the trees were drifting down due to the strong breeze. There had to be more out there. More than the luxurious life that he had grown used to living. Why not check it out for himself?

So, he did. Once his owner went to lock up the door and windows for the night, they had left the front door open as they went to go lock their car. Their screen door was the only thing in the way. However, Pino had realized something. His owner's door was broken, it would never shut fully. One push and it would open from the inside. A plan hit him. Backing up, Pino took a deep breath and ran forwards. He crashed into the door and it opened, just as he expected. Without wasting anymore time, he took off in the direction of the forest, ignoring the yells of his owner.

Just as his departure with his family, there were no tears and no mourning. Just the feeling of the wind ruffling up his white whiskers. He was free but now what? He didn't know how to hunt, he was just four months old! Though his size was impressive for his age, it wouldn't do much with how much bigger the average adult cat was. All Pino could do was keep on moving forward and hope that he'd find shelter soon enough.

Night soon turned into day. Nothing had happened, Pino's large paws felt heavier than usual. It seemed that now he was surrounded by even denser forest. These trees were strong and towering, similar to the tree that he had seen his owner put up in their house one day, covered with all sorts of colors and adjournments. Truly, Pino thought that this was his final resting spot. His throat had grown dryer and dryer with every step. He needed water. To his fortune, then he heard the sound of falling water. Interesting. Pino took off after the source of the sound, tufted ears perking up eagerly. There he was met with a waterfall. The white tom wasted no time in lapping up the spilled water.

Little did Pino know that he had actually stumbled upon HawkClan territory. A border patrol had caught his scent and found him. At first, they had thought he was an intruder. However, then the scent of kittypet hit them. It was faint but obviously there. They spoke with him, finding out that he was only a kit despite his size. Following the warrior code, they decided to take him into HawkClan camp where he was then invited to become an official member of HawkClan. This was the life that Pino was meant to lead, driven by sheer instinct. He accepted and he was named Wolfkit due to his square/large features and his towering size.

Relationships
● Mother: [Italia] : [Living Status: Alive]
Wolfkit was never truly close with his mother. His mother had countless kits before, she had learned to never get attached to them unless one of them was sure to be kept by her owners. Wolfkit was no exception and she kept her distance. Wolfkit still thinks about his mother, although, significantly less and less as time passes by.

● Father: [Pino] : [Living Status: Alive]
Having never met his father, there are no words that Wolfkit could say to describe him. Would he have been scolding? Or perhaps, a lot warmer? Maybe he didn't care about his kits or maybe, they were everything to him. Wolfkit will never truly know and honestly? That's fine with him.

● Sibling(s): [Older siblings are open, his parents are popular studs and have had several litters before. Younger siblings will be open once Wolfkit ages up.]

● Littermate(s): [Sorted by Oldest to Youngest]
[Gracia] | F | : [Living Status: Alive; PM if interested]
Wolfkit and Gracia were never close either, just two kits who so happened to be born alongside each other. There is endearment there but that seems to be it.

● Mate: [Name] | M/F |: [Living Status: Alive/Deceased] | Reason: |

● Close Friend: [Name] | M/F |: [Living Status: Alive/Deceased] | Reason: |

● Like(s): [Name] | M/F |: [Living Status: Alive/Deceased] |Reason: |

● Dislike(s): [Name] | M/F |: [Living Status: Alive/Deceased] |Reason: |

● Hostile: [Name] | M/F |: [Living Status: Alive/Deceased] |Reason: |

● Offspring: [Name] | M/F |: [Living Status: Alive/Deceased] |Reason: |

Theme Song
To be determined.

Other
- Played by adamant (#260420)

- Voice Claim: Matthew Macfadyen

- Wolfkit has a disorder known as psychopathy.

- All writing was created by me. Any similarities it may have to other pieces of writings are purely coincidental. Please do not copy, reference, plagiarize or steal this character. Thank you!