Grave | Loner | Tom

Grave

Age: Three Cycles, Six Moons.
Gender: Male
Rank: -
Clan: Loner
Short Description: Short haired black tom with messy fur and dull green eyes.

Appearance:
Grave is an ordinary cat, standard build with a well-shaped muzzle, pointed ears and short-medium-length black fur. He wouldn’t be considered ugly, nor handsome. He would simply be considered and this would be just fine if the effects of his life where not so apparent on his body. His fur is matted, dirty and patched where clumps have been torn free in fights with strays and furious clan cats. His teeth are in good order but aren’t very clean and his breath reeks of crowfood.

He is relatively free from scars, a small notch in his left ear and rakes along his stomach from a particularly nasty battle. The most prominent would be a nasty bite on his lower back from a tangle with a vicious dog, and the least the hairline scar that travels across his face, passing over his right eye and continuing to his lip. Thanks to his fur and skin-colour it is unnoticeable unless one pays close attention.

His eyes are a dull green in colour but in contrast to his dark coat they can be quiet startling at night. His paws are large with tattered but deadly claws and his tail is kinked from a badly healed brake. His black whiskers are long and in good condition.

Personality:
Grave is not harsh or cruel in his mannerisms but he believes he knows what is best for him and those who follow. He will make the hard decisions that others cannot and he feels no guilt in doing so. Whatever he does always has and will be to the benefit of the many rather than the few and if that means losing the few, including himself, then so be it.

That aside, Grave is a very kind soul and he does whatever he can to help any cat in need, regardless of clan or heritage. He works hard and he makes sure his efforts are rewarded and benefit more than just himself. He takes care of others like he would take care of family and expects nothing in return other than gratitude; he understands hardships and how difficult it is to overcome them.

He isn’t exactly a wise cat but he trusts in his instincts and intelligence to work through anything starclan tests him with, and though this is how he views the unexpected events of life he is not religious and has trouble believing in anything other than a greater plan. He doesn’t need to invest himself in the beliefs of the clans and it has fared perfectly well for him thus far.

There are lots of things to be desired about his personality, he can be far too temperamental at times and this is largely due to a difficulty with communicating. Though his mind is always up to speed sometimes he cannot vocalise what he is thinking and this leads to his less fine moments but himself as a whole makes up for these times. He is kind, fierce and loyal. He is the cat others lean on and if his imperfections ever matter to another than that other will never matter to him or those that ally themselves beside him.

He was a born leader and when he dies it will be as a true leader. This he knows.

History:
As a kit Grave’s family was set upon by a fox, his parents dead long before he managed to flee. Though he had siblings he is unsure if they still live but after the escape he didn’t dare look back, something he has always regretted.

A kind stray had taken him in shortly after, kept him fed and cared for him like she would have cared for her own kits had they lived through the last winter. He was very grateful and learnt much of what she had to teach but living on their own was difficult and eventually she passed away, plagued by an illness from eating crowfood, something she did often so he could eat freshkill. Another regret.

He travelled on his own from then, never staying in one place as he constantly wandered. He was often thrown into fights but he never held a grudge against his attackers. He understood their fear and anger and the best he could do for them was care for their wounds. He did this twice as often, coming across wounded cats became normal for him. He learnt a lot from those he fought or tended to, and he was grateful for every moment, regardless of what he would go through. He was just happy to exist, even if he had no reason.

From time to time others would travel with him but never for very long, he didn’t hold it against them, simply wished them luck on their way. He was a good leader and those who sided with him were well fed and cared for, but there was something that always prevented them from staying, as though his very soul sent them onward to greater things while he was left behind.