Post by bracken on Jul 24, 2012 12:11:48 GMT -5
Seafang
Tom | Shadowclan | 20 Moons | Warrior
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Appearance
Seafang was a massive cat, his bulk in muscle and general size left him a good inch or more larger than most cats. He enjoyed his size, enjoyed how cats had to look up to him, not only because of his size, but one day because of his rank. Many would think his size would make him bulky and awkward while hunting, yet Seafang has trained his body how to move swiftly, stealth so he could hunt with the best of them. Perhaps not catch as much, but at least he was not embarrassing himself. What his strength was, was no secret to anyone who looked at him, fighting. The tom prided himself on being one of the better fighters, one day the best, within Shadowclan, if not all the clans. Let others fear him for his ruthlessness.
Pelt was a light ginger hue around most of it, his skull and down his nape were a lighter hue, yet white left a peak from between his eyes down around his cheeks towards his throat and underbelly, limbs and tail. Darker ginger spread from his back down his sides and partially faded into his limbs, although they appeared more white. Pelt was very thick, making greenleaf a warmer time, almost too warm for the thick warrior. Sharp blue gaze and pointed ears finish off his appearance. The tom enjoying his look, grooming himself enough to ensure his pelt was clean of too much dirt and tangles.
Personality
Allies: Seafang did not have many friends, if any, he had allies. Those he could rely on to support him in his quest for power, to become clan leader. Friends were not something he had considered since his apprenticeship, perhaps there were some he confided in more than others. None would be placed under the 'friend' category though. He was not opposed to gaining allies outside his clan, if it benefited him, yet he would never betray Shadowclan, to an extent at least.
Enemies: It is safe to say any cat opposed to him and his quest was an enemy. He might not call them out, at least not until his goal was reached, yet a watchful eye was always upon them. He was not opposed to threatening a cat to keep their mouth shut or cooperate. For the most part any cat outside Shadowclan was considered an enemy, except for certain she-cats.
Ambitious: It was not a secret that Seafang wanted to be Shadowclan leader, it might have been a secret that he would go to any lengths to do so. Gaining allies within his clan to aid him in his quest, he was not opposed to killing those within his own clan to gain power, yet he woud not make the mistakes of his predecessors. Killing those of Shadowclan was not his first choice, but a choice. Around those that mattered he was a respected warrior, a cat whose current ambition he tried to make off as simply being deputy in order to aid his clan, make them better, stronger, respected. Seafang's ambition stretched beyond simply wishing to be Shadowclan leader, though. He had a secret goal of having kits within every clan, so his blood would be throughout the warriors. The she-cats though, he was picky about. They had to be strong, respected, a good hunter or fighter and beautiful. He would not have ugly kits. With each litter born he had already decided he would take one kit back for training with him.
Love: Love was not something he had ever believed in. Love was something to bait she-cats with, an act to get them to trust him, have his kits if he dubbed them worthy. Perhaps love could be in his future, he doubted it, but nothing was out of the realm of possibility.
History
Born a single kit to a queen and her ambitious mate, Seakit was quickly thrust into training once he was able to eat meat. His mother saw it as father/son bonding, yet Seakit was already having ideas slipped into his young mind. The tom was known within his clan for being ambitious, yet when he gained a mate and kit he appeared to have settled down. As he grew Seakit had already learned a hunters crouch, stalking techniques and basic fighting moves. His mother never saw fault, never questioned why her kit was so tired when he came home or sore the next day.
Upon his apprenticeship Seapaw gained a calm tom, known for being a good fighter who was also large, a cat who could teach Seapaw to use his bulk to his advantage. Yet the training sessions with his father never ended. Seapaw would train during his off time or at night with his father, after already training with a mentor he was growing to love like a father, a true father he should have had. The innocent kit was becoming less innocent as time went on though, killing animals for sport became a general practice in his second training sessions. His mentor forced into early retirement by a fall that left him with a crippled leg watched as his apprentice grew more distant, his father taking over his training. The son became more powerful and larger than his father, one of the largest if not the largest cat in the clan by the time he became a warrior.
At his warrior ceremony Seafang was proud, yet his father continued to whisper words of power into his ears, all night through his silent vigil. His mother and father never seeing fault in their ways, even on their dying days. Seafang knew what his task was, his father had made that clear, he was to become leader, leader of Shadowclan and throughout the clans with his offspring.
