Happyhour [Advanced Biography]

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Name: Rorand --> Happyhour
Gender: Male
Age: 2 years
Alliance: WindClan
Rank: Warrior/Scout

Looks: Happyhour is a freak of nature. An abomination in the eyes of his kind. Albinoism had struck the young raven when his first feathers began to grow in. His red eyes always seemed to repel the other ravens around him, causing them to become cruel and tease him, especially through flight school, when he was beginning to learn how to fly. When he was younger he would roll around in mud to try and hide his white feathers, yet it never helped.
Personality: After being excepted into WindClan he instantly became Carefree, and flew with a new attitude about life, his strength and confidence showed for this young bird. Now its in a ravens blood to be a Trickster, and man does Happyhour live up to his name. He can be seen leaving berries around his clanmates nest so they can roll onto them, he loves to pull fur out and fly away with clumps in his beak as well as shriek in the ears of sleeping denmates. Over all Happyhour can listen, but he is disobediant 90% of the time. Yeah he will help during hunting, but if told a specific order odds are he will ignore it.

Likes:
1.Flying high above, before letting himself fall towards the ground before flipping onto his back and soaring back upwards.
2.Hunting small animals [mice, shrew] he gets a thrill of digging his claws into the defenseless prey.
Dislikes:
1. Rain, how can he fly when his feathers are soaked?
2. Other ravens, he becomes petrified and will hide.
3. Strong windy days, it makes it very hard for him to navigate when he is being blown all over the place.

Special Skills: He can fly. Thats pretty legit in my book.
Powers: None

History:
Upon hatching he was like any other raven, no feathers, pink, ugly. But when fledging began to start his parents were confused, before fear set in. They had a white son, an omen of destruction in their nest. They didnt know what to do with him, and kept him hidden in the nest while his two brothers were allowed to perch outside, for all the ravens in the surrounding area knew, his parents only had two chicks. That was until he got to close to the opening, and sent out an alarm call from a neighboring Raven Family. It was bad, the heated tones, disgusted stares, it started to wear down on young Rorand.

Flight school. Fun times. He was beaten, kicked off limbs, had feathers pulled. It happened for months until one day during a soaring class over a field another raven dived from above, tearing out his tail feathers and causing him to spiral to the ground, where he just barely avoided breaking his neck across the ground. Thats when the cats appeared, circling him, growling in a strange language he did not understand, watching him with the strange eyes he was used to. Surprise, Hate, Confusion. Lifting his wings he had attempted to fly off, cry for help, anything, yet his flock abandoned him, ignoring his cries... And so he stopped, stared the cats down, and waited for death. Thats when something strange happened, and with a flick of the obvious head cat's tail, he was walked into what he would soon know to be called, WindClan.

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Months passed and after spending lots of time with the medicine cat, healing his tail and learning the language of the cats, he was asked to join as scout to the clan. A made up rank, but still a rank, a home. He was welcomed in the clan, greeted, and sometimes groomed by clanmates. He had been given a home to be loved in. He learned how to fly better, and taught his new clanmates different calls that he could make which meant that prey was nearby, as well as give signals with his tail during flight to say where a rogue/loner cat could be, or even show where possible prey was. Young Rorand became an asset, and upon his 12th moon he was renamed to Happyhour, and for once in his life, he felt needed, and useful, and loved.

Roleplay Sample:
We are one, we are together, we are family. A shiver passed through the white creature, his red eyes opening slowly before fully widening into an awake state of mind. Sunlight filtered under the outcropped rock that he slept under with the other warriors, his beak under his wing to keep warm during the night. Lifting up his head Happyhour gave a small croak before fully extending his wings in a long stretch before he fluffed out his feathers, his beak clacking over and over. "Wake up cats." he coo'd, nipping gently at a she-cat near his feet. "Wake up felines, dont become the little kittypets you oh so wish to be" he taunted, hopping ontop of his clan mates, tugging ears, tails, paws, whatever was near his grasp. Glancing over he watched a paw come swiping near him and swiftly he leaped out and extended his wings, before taking off into the skies, letting out his loud alarm caw over and over before circling over his home. "Wake up cats!" He cried. "Wake up!"

He heard groans emit form the warrior and apprentices dens, before landing ontop of a rock, his head tilted, red beady eyes staring at the slow moving animals that were awaking in annoyed moods. "Come now cats, you cant be this tired, didnt you sleep all night?" He chirped his tail feathers fanning out and in every few seconds, before he launched himself back into the air, circling just above the heads of the warriors underpaw. "We have a big day! Border patrols, hunting patrols! Wake up!"