Although Thriftfeather often hunches himself in an attempt to hide it, the first thing one often notices about him is his large size There isn't a way for him to truly hide the bulk of himself—at standing height he is roughly a head taller than an average cat. Thriftfeather's long fur appears golden and is adorned with classic tabby markings. He has distinctive white markings, including white tips to his ears, asymmetrical spotting to his face, and a tail that is a quarter white. His more typical white markings are a small white locket on his chest and white paws.
Thriftfeather has a triangular face which may appear broad and round due to the way his fur frames him. His has a split near the the tip of his left ear. Thriftfeather's eyes are almond shaped and yellow-green.
QUICK TRAITS: Large, long-furred golden classic tabby QUICK TRAITS: Distinctive white markings QUICK TRAITS: Almond shaped yellow-green eyes VOICE: Thriftfeather's voice sits at the slightly lower end of average. He tends to reword his sentences or drop sentences without fully completing them. No voice claim. SMELL: Windscent and faint flowers. MANNERISMS: Thriftfeather is normally hunched or hunkered over. He keeps his head level with his shoulders when he walks, unless he is consciously trying to give off confidence. He normally fidgets and will frequently touch his torn ear when nervous. When frightened, Thriftfeather will still completely.
In casual settings, Thriftfeather makes an effort to be pleasant—doubly so to those who show an active dislike towards him. When allowed the time to do so, he has a genuine interest in others and will approach others frequently to ask them about things they had previously said, whether that is to have them elaborate on a throw-away remark or to gather their opinion on something. This isn't to be confused for nosiness or prying; Thriftfeather will gladly back off if he feels he has crossed a social boundary.
His trust is rather easy to earn with perceived honesty. Thriftfeather may find positive or friendly dispositions harder to trust because he oftentimes sees those as fronts to what he sees as the default disposition: someone callous, cold, or greedy. He puts far more trust in others than he does himself, meaning that he will often let his own opinions be subsumed by that of the crowd. Who he should be friends with, who he should dislike, and how he should behave towards those he dislikes are all things that Thriftfeather is flexible on, depending on the thoughts and actions of those around him.
It is perhaps Thriftfeather's greatest flaw that he has both a strong moral compass and the willingness to bend that moral compass for the sake of personal benefit. What started out as inaction for the sake of survival in the harsh environment of WindClan had blossomed into action for the sake of securing a comfortable position. Thriftfeather will still find these actions—done by himself or by his peers—abhorrent, but it will take something large for him to risk his position to do what he knows is the right thing.
His self-described biggest flaw is that of his cowardice. Thriftfeather is often fearful and, as a result, is heavily avoidant of things that cause any amount of fear or discomfort. His fear-based avoidance can manifest in many ways, including refusal to engage with certain individuals or topics, leaving or attempting to leave certain situations, or disassociation from his thoughts and feelings.
Thrift was born in in late Leafbare, when the cold was just starting to ease from the world. He was given his name because of the round shape shared between himself and his namesake which would once again populate the fringes of the moorland a short time after Thrift's birth. He lived at the barn for only a short time after his birth. As was a tradition of his mother, Sadie, she took him traveling for his first few moons. Sadie had a number of names that she went by, and held the belief that a name was tied to a location rather than an individual. Had Thrift stayed with his mother, he too would have garnered a collection of names.
It was when Thrift and his mother were returning to the barn that tragedy struck. Ghostwail, a WindClan warrior with a history of random violence, had attempted to ambush Sadie. Having sensed the danger beforehand, Sadie instructed Thrift to hide beneath a nearby gorse brush, where he remained while his mother was slaughtered. Being too young to understand the extent of what was happening, Thrift had attempting to see what was transpiring and tore his ear against one of the gorse's thorns. Doing this caused Thrift to cry out and he drew the attention of Ghostwail.
Granitepelt lead an invasion on WindClan's camp during the full moon with the goal of killing as many WindClanners as possible and stealing their kits. Thriftfeather realized he didn't want to participate and, after getting into another confrontation with Periwinklebreeze, failed to talk Periwinklebreeze down and was suffocated. Thriftfeather managed to escape from Periwinklebreeze. Gravelpaw captured the WindClan kit, Vulturekit, during the raid. Granitepelt fell ill due to his injuries and in Granitepelt's weakened state, Thriftfeather felt comfortable confronting him about the less thought out parts of the raid. Granitepelt later died from his infection, leaving DuskClan to Rumblerain.
Thriftfeather explained StarClan to Gravelpaw despite his own wavered faith and attempted to comfort Vulturekit. During this conversation, Thriftfeather realized that he needed to return Vulturekit to WindClan. Thriftfeather brought Vulturekit to his planned meeting with Bluefrost and she offered Thriftfeather a place back in WindClan. Thriftfeather initially agreed to this, but then realized he needed to stay in DuskClan for long enough to ensure the safety of Hungerkit and Gravelpaw.
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