Post by Bracken on Oct 20, 2011 15:58:53 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Seafang gender: Tom age: 24 Moons clan: Thunderclan rank: Leader [style=text-align:center;font-size:15px;letter-spacing:5]APPEARANCE He was rather large for a warrior, paws much larger than he could handle, easily falling over them. Yet the tom was working on his balance constantly, doing his best to become a graceful warrior with all the power of a tom to be respected and feared. His pelt was the color of sand, with a more dusty pattern appearing as waves, which gave him his name of Seakit. His eyes were a darker blue color, and pointed ears with a white diamond on his chest. Four white mittens adorned his feet while his tail bushed out like the feather of an ostrich. He was rather proud of his appearance, he felt he looked like no other cat, something unique. PERSONALITY As LeaderTrained at the age of six moons, his nature was at once good, innocent, simply wanting to help his clan. Yet now, as a warrior his training had brought out his malicious side. The leader of Thunderclan cared little for harming others, if they injured themselves or caused a fight they deserved it. Although he would help his clan, break up fights, shove his own strength around a bit. He needed to keep order, he was determined not to let his father down. He was a proud Thunderclan cat, and while part of him wished for the old ways to return, for him to be elected by Starclan and his clan, to receive his nine lives, that was not how things were. Pride struck him whenever a beautiful kit was born, or a tom showed true promise within the clan. His boastful nature would come out to the other leaders. He counseled the medicine cat for their advice perhaps more than he should. The tom wanted to visit the Moonstone, to find out what Starclan thought of the clans and his leadership, yet he could not. As a leader and born Thunderclan cat he was forbidden from visiting it, from speaking with his warrior ancestors. Enemies While fighting rarely happened he was always ready, constantly training and sparring with other cats. His bulk and strength were always to his advantage, yet those who were light footed cats could be his downfall. Yet experience was also on his side, constantly trained by his father and mentor, he had fought against a cat from nearly every clan, as if groomed to be leader. He knew how each clan worked, out each fought and trained. He would always ensure THunderclan won battles, if they did not, training extra hours would be the least of any cats duties and worries. The Trusted He trusted few, many he felt would betray him for their own gain, yet there were some he could speak to freely and would, in secrecy of course. Those cats were his medicine cat a cat he knew would never lead him astray or would they, if it meant the gain for Starclan perhaps they would, yet would that be so bad he always wondered. His deputy at times, as long as it concerned the clan, he would never trust the cat not to be power hungry themselves, always cautious of his position and the cats he spoke to, and said anything to. His father, Shriekingvoice, the deputy of Korse who led Bloodclan, the cat helped train him and was his father, how could he not trust the cat? Seafang felt Shriekingvoice only had his best interests at heart, and could not be more proud of his son, the leader of Thunderclan. And finally his beloved mate Owlflight, the cat had been with him through much, stood by his side, and was just as powerful as he. She was much more slender a quicker cat on foot, and the two were a formidable team. The Loved He only loved one, Owlflight, his number one and the only cat who knew him inside and out, yet he was a tom and a determined one at that. While he would never moved Owlflight from her position as number one, he was determined to have kits within each clan, to ensure that his bloodlines flowed throughout the clans. He may take a mate from each clan, he doubted the other leaders would say anything, he would breed only the she-cats he deemed worthy, powerful, intelligent, or good hunter or fighter. Any kits he felt stronger than the others, as long as they were not chosen for a betrothed he may request them for his own clan, to raise them with his kits or within Thunderclan. HISTORY Born to two Thunderclan cats, his mother Morningbreeze and father Shriekingvoice were in love, from what he heard. Yet his mother, died giving birth to him outside the camp. Shriekingvoice had brought the small kit back to the clan, and he was nursed by a queen. Raised with other kits his father visited often. Over time the kit grew, and grew, he was much larger than the other kits and played much more rough. Often scolded by the other queens he rarely paid them any mind, only worried for what his father and leader thought. There was one kit he was usually polite too, or at least nicer to. She could throw back his banter and mock fight with him better than many of the other kits, Owlkit. At six moons old he was given his mentor, Fisher, a bloodclan warrior, yet trusted enough by their leader to train the young orange tabby. While he learned much from the Bloodclan cat, he learned more from his father who also trained him. Training more than many he seemed to grow even larger with the training, towering over many of the other warriors. His bulk becoming too large he rarely slept in the den as an apprentice, his thick pelt keeping him warm as he slept beneath silverpelt. Once his training was complete he was made a warrior, his name given to him as Seafang, the Bloodclan warriors rarely kept the old customs, yet naming was one although the phrase was changed from the original, and the medicine cats were allowed to gather at each half moon to visit Starclan and converse as well as a gathering once a month for all the clans. He was not the only cat to receive his warrior name, Owlpaw also received hers as Owlflight. And it was around that time that he asked her to be his mate, the fiery she-cat who could match him in every way was his equal, his perfect mate. For a time he continued to sleep outside the warriors den, not wishing to crowd everyone. Soon after his father was made deputy of Bloodclan, a proud moment for the tom and one he rarely boasted about, there was no need. It felt as though soon after he was made a warrior the current deputy, Snowrabbit was killed in a border skirmish, and the leader Fern made Seafang her deputy. Many whispered it was because of who his father was, yet he did not care. His ambition was becoming full circle, he was deputy for two seasons before Fern lost her own life. Now leader, Seafang needed a deputy, yet with his medicine cat, father and Owlflight by him, he felt confident. And his ambition only continued, determined to have kits in each clan, every clan would know and fear him. He was not opposed to harming other cats to get his point across. [/style] |
