Whiteclaw {{Shadowclan}}
Aug 12, 2010 20:23:47 GMT -6
Post by Mouse on Aug 12, 2010 20:23:47 GMT -6
Name: Whiteclaw
Age: 28 moons
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior/Deputy?
Clan: Shadowclan
Short Description: Jet black tom with one white paw (front right) and bright blue eyes
Appearance: Most cats when they hear the name "Whiteclaw", they think of a white cat. Well, Whiteclaw only has one spot of white on his and that's his front right paw. The rest of his is solid black that can easily hide him in the shadows. His fur is silky smooth and seems to shine in the light of the full moon.
Under his silk fur are stone packed muscles. He looks small for his size but he can take down any badger, dog or fox in a matter of seconds and have them running in fear. Most cats, if they get into a fight with Whiteclaw, have never come out with a scratch or two. He's a demon in disguise that will rip you to shreds with no pity.
His eyes are a bright sapphire blue and most cats are first startled when they meet his cold fire gaze. He had a thin scar the runs across his nose form when he was little but other than that, this tom is scar free. His nose is as black as his fur and his ears are perfectly aligned on the top of his head. Many cats wonder why he has not found himself a mate yet.
Personality: Whiteclaw is not a cat most others tend to call a "friend". He usually sticks to himself and is rather quiet around other cats. When he talks his voice is firm and never shows much emotion besides anger. He never ventures out and talks to other cats. It's just not the way he is.
Most think he is evil and cold hearted, when in fact, he just doesn't know how to relax around other cats. It's something he never learned nor was taught. He doesn't know what love is or how to show nor does he care to. It was the way he was raised and the way he's gonna stay....for now.
He's very determined and very loyal as far as his clan goes. If any cat needs help he is always there to get them out of a tight stop. If the camp is attacked he makes sure queens kits and elders are safe first them helps others get out quickly. He never accepts a thanks and never gives one either. He doesn't depend on other cats and never asks for help unless he's told to. He obeys his leader, even to the point if it'll kill him.
History: Born to the beautiful Goldenstream, Whitekit was the only one to survive out of a litter of three. A few moons later his mother caught green cough and died. She never was able to name him. So name choice was left up to his father, Darkfang. It was known around the camp that the grey tabby tom never wanted kits, so many feared what he would name his son. When he finally announced the name...many were in shock. Whitekit? There was nothing white on him but his paw. But darkfang had made his choice. It would stay.
Whitekit grew up and played like any other kit. However, he made the mistake of running into Darkfang while he was doing it....
Whitekit laughed and ran away form Pebblekit as she chased him in front of the nursery. He wasn't paying attention and when he suddenly turned around he ran smack into tabby grey legs. The other cat didn't move but he rolled backward and landed hard on his butt dazed. He slowly looked up and met his father cold, hateful gaze.
"What do you think you're doing whitekit?" he growled and the small kit shrunk slightly
"Pl..playing Daddy." he mewed softly. Anger raged in the older tom's eyes and Whitekit squeaked and scampered back.
"Don't you ever call me 'daddy' again!" he snarled baring his teeth and fluffing out his fur. "You are to call me DArkfang and not call me by any other name! Doy you understand!"
The small black kit quickly nodded his eyes wide blue saucers. The grey tom's eyes narrowed and he started to leave but then looked back at the kit.
"And playing is for weak cats who will run away form protecting the clan." he growled then left leaving the black kit terrified.
Whitekit grew and became whitepaw. For the first time in Shadowcaln history, a father trained his son. However, most cats felt sorry for whitepaw. Darkfang showed no mercy to his son and many times the small tom would come back nearly passing out from exhaustion. One night all together he never came back and many thought he was dead. A patrol was sent out and soon found the small apprentice curled up in the training pit with a gash across his nose and anger stuck in his eyes. From then on Whitepaw's attitude changed completely.
Soon Whaitepaw's training was over rand he inherited the name Whiteclaw. However, his dad was never please with his progress. A few moons after his ceremony, Darkfang showed his disapproval.
Whiteclaw was out on his own getting away form the clan and just trying to clear his head. He was finally a warrior. He couldn't believe it. For once in his life he felt happy. That soon changed when he turned and saw his father's narrowed gaze. He stopped and waited, hoping he would not say the words that shined in his eyes.
"You know you aren't ready..." that was all his father mewed. Whiteclaw felt hurt He had done everything he had said, perfected every move and completed every job. How was he not ready?
"Yes i am Darkfang. I was ready a long time ago. You held me back. you've always held me back!" he snarled letting anger form the past fill him. He wasn't taking this anymore. Rage flashed in the older toms eyes. In a blink the two toms were scuffling on the ground. Whiteclaw fought without any mercy. He felt his father's body beneath him and then lunged biting down hard on Darkfang's neck. Darkfang let out a yowl of pain and grew still. He breathed no more.
Whiteclaw brought his father's body back and told them what happened. He said he would go into exile if the clan wished. However the clan was glad that Darkfang was gone. He had always caused trouble but no cat was strong enough to go against him. No punishment was given to Whiteclaw. However, the anger and broken heart never left Whiteclaw. No she-cat could get close to him. No cat dared tried. He was a protector of the clan, almost...a hero.
