Post by charmingclocks on Apr 3, 2018 16:41:01 GMT
Shadefang  Image by Iash Tan on Flickr The Basics Name • Shadekit - Shadepaw - Shadefang Nickname • None Age • 42 moons (Roughly three and a half) Gender • Male Sexuality • Pansexual Rank • Second The Looks Short Description • Black ticked tabby tom with pale green eyes. Body Type• Foreign Overall Looks • Tall and lanky, Shadefang doesn't appear the way one might expect a powerful fighter to look, but beneath his thick fur is plenty of hard muscle which he works diligently to maintain. His thick pelt has a light gray base coat, ticked with stark black and with residual striping on his face, legs, and tail. Thick scars criss-cross the back of his neck and shoulders, where cats most commonly latch on during battle. These are most obvious when the fur bristles or stands up. His pelt is covered in a myriad of smaller scars, though most are hidden by his fur. The scar he is most proud of is a long, twisting one running down the left side of his muzzle, splitting the whisker pad and lips and ending at the bottom of his chin. He recieved this during the Second's Trial. The Personality Likes (four plus) - Star gazing - Working with kits and apprentices - Telling and hearing scary stories - Fighting/sparring Dislikes (four plus) - Sleeping - Windy or rainy weather - Lazy cats - Sitting still Strengths (two plus) - Strategy - Teaching Weaknesses (two plus) - Emotionally vulnerable (Prone to having his feelings hurt, can be pouty and hold a grudge) - Violent Streak (Commonly jumps to battle as a solution to problems) Dreams (one plus) - To be remembered as an influential member of his clan. Fears (one plus) - Failing his clanmates. Overall Personality • Shadefang is fierce, ambitious, and intelligent, with a talent for battle and strategy. He loves sparring and battle, and is a skilled trash talker. He can be a bit manipulative, talking circles to get cats to agree with him or get what he wants, but his heart is in the right place. He is loyal to Moorclan above all, and incredibly protective of his clanmates, especially those younger or weaker than himself. He harbors a deep distrust for everything fae, and is suspicious of outsiders, determined not to let poor judgement or misplaced trust harm his clan. He wants to be the best he can for his clan and will do everything in his power to ensure their prosperity. The History Mother • Beetlenose - 67 moons - warrior - brown ticked tabby with white toes and yellow eyes. Father • Magpiestep - 76 moons - warrior - black mackeral tabby bicolor with green eyes. Siblings • Batwhisker - sister (dmab, trans) - 42 moons - warrior - brown ticked tabby with white stockings and a splash of white on her chest. Swallowtail - sister - 42 moons - warrior - black ticked tabby bicolor Other Important People • Antstripe - Aunt - 67 moons - warrior - black ticked tabby she-cat Waspclaw - Mentor - 70 moons - warrior - tortoiseshell she-cat Pebblewhisker - Mentor - 96 moons - warrior - blue tabby tom Sootstorm - Best friend, Rival - 37 moons - deceased - solid gray tom with long fur and amber eyes Honeyfur - Denmate - 43 moons - warrior - long haired cream she cat Acornstripe - Apprentice - 18 moons - warrior - ruddy red tabby tom Ashpaw - Spy Apprentice - 7 moons - apprentice - blue tom with low white Overall History • Pre-Birth Beetlenose was never in particularly high standings in Moorclan; she was strong and capable, but tended towards laziness and had a propensity to day dream. She didn't take anything seriously, and tended to irk a lot of her clanmates. When she announced she was pregnant, many thought she was only doing it to get out of warrior duties for a while, as she'd never shown much interest in kits previously. Her choice in mates was equally derisive. Magpiestep was strange, to say the least. While he might've earned the -step suffix for, say, displaying the intelligence or aggression of his namesake, he instead got it with a much stranger habit. The tom was a hoarder. He collected anything that caught his eye; pretty feathers, shiny stones, shells, bones, scraps of fur, even human trash. The behavior was odd, but not harmful, and it was moreso his personality that tended to put cats off. Magpiestep spoke in a lilting, sing-song voice, and jumped between conversation topics with a seemingly incomprehensible train of thought. He wasn't a bad cat, but most found it difficult to connect with him or even thought him creepy. In his apprentice days, there were rumors that he was fae-touched. Whether the pair were truly in love or not is anyones guess. Many cats thought their litter would throw only dud kittens, and they'd have to drive out the family for not pulling their weight. 0-6 Moons Beetlenose birthed three healthy kits, but unlike most new mothers the spacey she-cat was hardly protective of her litter. Magpiestep was with her whenever he could be, keeping the newborns relatively isolated as was tradition. He also gave the kittens their secret names; Beetlenose still doesn't know them. When they reached one moon, the siblings were presented to the clan and introduced with their new names. Beetlenose introduced their daughters as Batkit and Swallowkit, while Magpiestep sang their son's name, Shadekit. Moorclan were skeptical at first; the kits were healthy enough, but would they take after their lazy mother? As the trio grew, they proved their clanmates wrong. They were all energetic and eager to learn. Swallowkit had inherited her fathers odd speech patterns, but none of them displayed Beetlenose's tendency towards napping and day dreaming. Their absent-minded mother rarely watched over them; instead, Magpiestep's sharp gaze kept his kittens safe from and roaving predators, and their father encouraged their curiosity. Shadekit drew attention immediately; the young tom showed a knack for leadership, taking his sisters on pretend patrols around camp and organizing mock battles with his siblings and den-mates, even roping a few apprentices in now and then. His talent for battle was first truly noticed when he was five moons old, and challenged the youngest apprentice, Sootpaw, to a mock battle. He won. 6-12 Moons Shadepaw was given Waspclaw, one of Moorclan's most skilled fighters, as his mentor. The pair got along well, and Waspclaw fostered his rivalry with Sootpaw, frequently working with the other tom's mentor to pit them against each other. Sootpaw and Shadepaw were evenly matched, and constantly competed with one another. They excelled far above the other apprentices, and so their focus was mostly on each other. Shadepaw's bond with his sisters and father quickly took a back seat to his training with Sootpaw. As their training progressed, Sootpaw and Shadepaw were also paired together in team fights, learning to work together. They were a formidable pair, and became close friends as well as rivals. Eventually Shadepaw noticed that, although he excelled in battle, he was starting to lag behind in hunting. He was determined to remedy that, and sought out Pebblewhisker, the clan's best hunter, and begged the stoic old tom to tutor him. Pebblewhisker was a brutal mentor, and Shadepaw was frequently exhausted by the extra training sessions, but he was determined. When he started bringing back twice the prey he had previously caught, Pebblewhisker gave him a small nod of approval, and he knew the work had been worth it. 12-36 Moons Shadepaw's hard work paid off when he was finally made a warrior, and given the name Shadefang. He was incredibly proud of his suffix, and Sootstorm, who had recieved his name the previous moon, couldn't get him to shut up about it. At first he didn't know what to do with his new freedoms as a warrior, and he started growing restless. He and Sootstorm quickly fell back into old habits, and spent their off time training together. The two also started going on walks, especially at night, and took up star-gazing. They told scary stories while they paced together beneath silverpelt, and continued to enjoy each other's company. As moons passed, Shadefang and Sootstorm were handed more responsibility, and spent more time apart; they frequently led patrols, helped mentors with their apprentices, and became more involved in clan life. They recieved their first apprentices together, along with Shadefang's sister Swallowtail. Shadefang was to train Acornpaw, an energetic tomcat, while Sootstorm was given Squirrelpaw, and Swallowtail Russetpaw. Russetpaw and Squirrelpaw showed a rivalry and competitive spirit similar to his own relationship with Sootstorm, and Shadefang envied his sister at first. He got on well with Acornpaw, though; the tom wasn't as competitive, but he was inquisitive and adventurous, and Shadefang did his best to nurture those qualities and help his apprentice become the best he could be. When Acornpaw became Acornstripe, he couldn't have been more proud. He tries to continue spending time with his former apprentice, offering help and advice when need be as well as support and companionship. After Acornstripe graduated, Shadefang began spending more time n the nursery; he quickly began to miss being a teacher, and got to know all the kits in the hopes that he would recieve another young cat to train. While he didn't get another apprentice, Shadefang was offered an amazing opportunnity. Moorclan's second was growing weaker, and planned to step down. He was to compete in the trial of the Second, for the chance to succeed them. The day before the Trail, Sootstorm and Shadefang wandered the territory together, and as the sun set, they exchanged secret names. The day came, and Moorclan huddled around the edges of their camp, leaving plenty of space for the fighting cats. Their leader called the chosen forward. Shadefang. Honeyfur. Waspclaw. Sootstorm. Fire surged in his veins; more than anything, he wanted to win. But fear tingled in his paws. This was no sparring match; he was fighting his friends, his clanmates, tooth and claw. The call sounded, and the cats hurled themselves together. Sootstorm's forepaws locked around Honeyfur's neck, dragging her to the ground with him in a tight grappling match. Waspfang lunged for him, and Shadefang barely had time to duck out of the way. She skidded across the clearing and spun, but he was already skirting around the scuffling cats, aiming quick blows to Honeyfur's flanks and Sootstorm's ears. If it came down to him and Sootstorm, he couldn't be certain of his victory. He would have to eliminate his rival first. Waspclaw was fast approaching, though, and he knew he would have to engage her. He lashed out in a feeble attempt to claw her muzzle. She ducked and darted forward, knocking his legs from under him and sending him sprawling. A flurry of stinging blows hit his muzzle and face; he knew she would blind him with his own blood if she could. He lunged upward, fastening his teeth into her shoulder and locking his claws around her neck. He winced as he tasted his mentor's blood. He pushed against the ground with his hind paws, using his weight to shove her back and bowl her over, pinning her beneath him. He released her neck and slammed his paws against her chest and throat. While she was gasping beneath him, he heard an anguished cry. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Honeyfur limping to the edge of the clearing. Oh no. Sootstorm struck him full on in the side, bringing the stench of blood and adrenaline with him. Waspclaw rolled away, still coughing, while the two toms struggled in the dust. Teeth met in Shadefang's ear and he ripped his head sideways, tearing it free. As they struggled he noticed his fur was getting sticky, but not with his own blood. A huge gash stretched down Sootstorm's neck, soaking his gray fur and dripping down onto Shadefang. "Sootstorm! Stop! You're bleeding too much, please!" Shadefang pleaded, shielding himself from Sootstorm's claws and trying to keep from further injuring his friend. But Sootstorm didn't seem to hear him, his eyes blazing with the heat of battle. Waspclaw had recovered, but neither tom had seen her until it was too late; she landed on Sootstorm's back, biting into his scruff and clawing his flanks with her hind paws. Sootstorm's head was yanked back and his wound stretched wide. He choked and gasped, his legs weak and shaking, until he collapsed on top of Shadefang. Waspclaw leapt away, clearly unaware of the grievous injury. Shadefang gently dislodged his friend, who was breathing shallowly, blood still pooling beneath him. "Help! He's bleeding badly, he can't keep fighting!" Shadefang pleaded. The herbalist quickly came forward, the battle halted for the moment. They tried to save him, but it was clear the bleeding couldn't be stopped. Fueled by grief and fury, Shadefang rounded on Waspclaw and launched himself at her with a vicious screech. He tore at her face and throat, merciless in his revenge. Only Waspclaw's choked concession reached him, and he backed away from his former mentor, her fur thick between his claws and blood dripping down her body. Shadefang was appointed Second of Moorclan, but he will always believe the cost was too high. He would rather have seen Sootstorm take on the position than face the world without his closest friend. 36-42 Moons Shadefang, though plagued by grief and depression, took on his new duties. He threw himself into his work, barely taking the time to rest. He didn't give himself time to think about Sootstorm, toiling until he was practically dead on his paws and could pass out the moment he lay down. He spent a lot of time with the kits and apprentices, selecting those he thought would make worthy spies, and spending as much time as he could organizing and refining their training program. One kit in particular, Ashkit, struck a cord with him. The little tom bore a striking resemblence to his departed friend, and displayed remarkable intelligence. He immediately entered the tom into the spy program, and has been keeping a close eye on his training. Six moons after Sootstorm's death, the grief is less sharp, and Shadefang continues to throw himself wholeheartedly into his duties. The Genes Basic Appearance • Black - Ticked Tabby - Short Fur - No White Dominant Genes• Ticked tabby - Short fur recessive genes • Mackeral tabby - long fur The Role Player ooc name • Rory or Charms, whatever suits your fancy experience • 8+ years other characters • First character |
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