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GENERAL
Name: Wolfclaw
Name Explanation: Wolf; wolf-like pelt color when he was a kit. Claw; arrogant, but determined nature in battle
Gender: Tom
Age: 36 moons
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
APPEARANCE
Body Type: Average build, only slightly leaning on the muscled side
Fur: Gray with flecks of brown
Eyes: Pale green
Markings: Thick tabby stripes that darken at his back, head, tail, and paws
Overall: At first glance, Wolfclaw looks like an average warrior. He's not big enough to be completely threatening, but not lean enough to be the best runner in the clan. However, perhaps the fact that he's not buff or lanky makes him a little abnormal when it comes to ShadowClan. The strangest thing about him is that, at least eight times out of ten, he'll be smiling when you see him. Despite his threatening name, it is clear when you first see him that he doesn't thrive on battle alone.
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PERSONALITY
Positive Traits:
- Sense of Humor- Something Wolfclaw believes most of ShadowClan is lacking in. Although his is a bit morbid and dark, he does value a good laugh and can often be found pulling pranks or joking with his denmates. His favorite prank target is the Deputy of ShadowClan. It doesn't matter who holds the rank, he enjoys the risk of having his ears chewed off if he gets caught. However, it doesn't matter how much he's dared to, he will never prank a Leader or a Medicine Cat. He respects their ranks too much to do so.
- Determination and Cunning in Battle- Wolfclaw may sound arrogant when he talks smack to his enemies, but chances are that he has already found a way to beat them and is only prolonging any attacks until he has them where he wants them. Because of his average size, he uses his smarts to find a solution to either avoid a fight or end it quickly. If he sees a fight as impossible to win, he will walk away. However, no matter how bad the odds are, he will always fight to protect his clanmates.
- Tolerant and Good Natured- Although he views mentoring as the most important step in a cat's life, he does understand that apprentices are young and enjoy playing. So even though he likes to believe that he's hard on his own apprentices, he allows jokes and playing while they work with others as long is it doesn't delay or interrupt their duties. He focuses this rule on himself as well, even when setting up pranks. When he's caught, he sets an example to the apprentices by taking punishment with a grin on his muzzle, even sometimes purring as he walks away from the angry victim.
- Watchful and Brave- When given a responsibility, such as an apprentice or a kit to take care of, he rarely takes his eyes off them until he's relieved of them. He will do all he can to protect them if they're in danger. This care travels from kit and apprentice to clanmates and warrior code. Even if some cat from another clan needed help, he would do what he could to ensure that no cat died on his watch.
Flaws:
- Trusting- Although like any good ShadowClan cat, he's generally suspicious, Wolfclaw is more willing to give other clan cats the benefit of a doubt. If some cat seems genuinely in trouble, he will help even if it requires him to cross the border. This gets him weird looks from his clanmates and makes them question his loyalty or at least gives them the need to call him 'mouse-brained' every time they find out he's trusted outside his clan.
- Spiteful- On the subject of enemies and rivals, Wolfclaw is a bit more brutal in his pranks, often even doing things in the open, like stepping on tails, hunting the same prey on purpose, digging up their fresh kill, and stealing their apprentices without asking.
- Brooding- The whole reason Wolfclaw is such a jester is because he is often trying to burry sad past experiences, such as a beloved elder's death, a betrayal, or worrying about a friend or sick clanmate. When he's not focused on anything else, his mind digs these experiences back up and he ends up becoming depressed. It's very hard to bring him out of this state, though he finds that young apprentices and kits usually do the trick.
- Vengeful- When it comes to prank rivals, Wolfclaw will find whoever pranked him and will never stop until he wins the 'war'. This escalates when it comes to getting back at those who have truly wronged him. Those who have harmed a friend, a kit, or an apprentice will face his wrath. He is vicious when it comes to revenge.
Fears:
- Death- Although Wolfclaw likes to believe that he has faith in StarClan, he is still unsure and fears what lies beyond life. He is not, however, a coward. He WILL fight to the death for his clan and the warrior code and StarClan have mercy on any cat who questions this.
- Any Cat Dieing on His Watch- Wolfclaw has a deep sense of responsibility. He does not take lightly the job to ensure the safety of his charges. Nothing is more important than them and they will survive until they are taken out of his care. If they are harmed, StarClan help the cat who hurt them.
Quirks:
- Unlike the rest of his clan, Wolfclaw enjoys the territory they've been stuck with and often goes off on his own to bask in the cool undergrowth by the marshes during the warmer days of the year.
- Likes to head-butt the shoulders of his friends when he's in an exceptionally playful mood.
Ideals: All work and no play makes you an easy target. Vengeance is best served frozen. You live what you've learned.
Overall: It's most likely that some cat would find Wolfclaw playing around with Crowfrost or an apprentice with time on their paws. There's a spark in his eyes that's not often found in most ShadowClan cats. He's found the outlet of fun instead of constantly being suspicious of all others. He's surprisingly approachable and is willing to help with anything he can. Just watch your tail when it comes to pranks.
HISTORY
Family:
- Mother-
Silverstripe- Father-
Blackslash- Brothers-
Stormpaw, Nightfur- Mentor-
Blackear- Mate- Crowfrost
- Kits- Stormkit, Icekit, Spiderkit
History:
Kithood
As the last kit mothered by the aging Silverstripe, Wolfkit was the only kit in the nursery. He remembers the first face he ever saw, his big brother, Nightfur. The big tom claimed that Wolfkit looked exactly like their deceased brother, Stormpaw. Wolfkit flattened his ears as Nightfur left the nursery in a huff and buried himself in his mother's fur. Silverstripe, however, would not let her last kit know sadness in his first moons of life. She quickly sounded off a series of jokes that made the kit laugh until his sides hurt.
A couple of moons later, another queen moved into the nursery and soon there was a whole new litter of kits for Wolfkit to play with. However, he was instructed not to touch them until they were older. Sighing, he obeyed and watched them from a distance, marveling at how tiny they were. After a while, Wolfkit got tired of waiting and started playing outside. He started straying further and further away from the nursery until one day, he was bitten by a snake. Warriors came to his rescue as soon as they heard his squeals and the snake was quickly killed and added to the fresh-kill pile. Although it wasn't venomous, Wolfkit was badly injured and was moved to the Medicine cat's den to recover.
Three months later, the kit was allowed to spend his last moon as a kit in the nursery. Finally, he got to play with that new litter of kits! He was especially interested in getting that shy she-kit to play. Crowkit needed to learn how to have fun!
Apprenticeship
Wolfpaw attacked his apprentice days with a hunger for knowledge. He tried to find time to play with Crowkit, but he knew his mentor would be expecting him to focus. He promised himself that he'd make up for lost time with Crowkit when she became Crowpaw. He made good on that promise the day Crowpaw suggested they play a prank on another clan.
Although he didn't feel comfortable on RiverClan territory, he knew the water they tracked around would mask their scent. He didn't want to start a war with the water-loving cats and felt that a good-natured prank would be best. All they needed to do was get a few fish and lay them neatly on the grass. Either the cats would think their prey was becoming suicidal or there was a new type of fish that swam through grass. They stopped at two, not wanting to waste RiverClan's prey, and raced back to camp.
During the last moon of Wolfpaw's apprentice days, Silverstripe died of greencough. Because of how easily the sickness spreads, no cat could get too close to her body during the vigil. Being an elder, Blackslash had to bury his own mate. It almost killed him, but Wolfpaw did what he could to help.
Warrior Life
It wasn't long after Wolfclaw's warrior ceremony that Blackslash went to join his mate in StarClan along with his mentor after a border skirmish. Nightfur joined the elders after that, no longer able to cope with the losses he was facing. He knew his depression was affecting his warrior abilities. He was sure that the next battle he would see might be his last if he saw the opportunity to kill himself. Seeing that he was right and being so close to the appropriate age anyway, the ShadowClan leader accepted Nightfur's request. Before he left to the elder's den, Nightfur pulled his little brother to the side and whispered a warning. He promised that if Wolfclaw died, Nightfur would follow him to StarClan by whatever way possible.
It was because of this promise that Wolfclaw begged the leader not to raid the ThunderClan camp a few moons later. Although his pleas were heard, the only thing their leader could promise was that Wolfclaw wouldn't die during that battle. Instead, he sent Crowfrost to the raid. Wolfclaw was flattened when he heard and growled inwardly toward the leader, but held his tongue.
The pained cries were a nightmare to bare, but eventually the raid party returned with a defeat. Wolfclaw could see why. His heart stopped when he saw what looked like his best friend's lifeless body. He was relieved when he heard her voice, but saddened once again when it was reported that it was her mother that was dead. He growled when she told him what had happened and looked Mallowfang with fire in his eyes. The warrior had done nothing to help. Before he could say anything, Crowfrost asked to plan a prank. Wolfclaw reluctantly agreed, telling himself that his friend's happiness mattered more than revenge.
Not long after things started to calm down, Wolfclaw received his first apprentice, Stagpaw. The young tom was smart and opinionated, much to the new warrior's taste. The only thing that bothered him was the fact that he wasn't as fun-loving as he was, but he didn't dwell on it. He did his best to mentor the little tyke, but his attentions were diverted when Vixenstar, then Vixenfang while deputy of ThunderClan, approached him and Crowfrost on a patrol of the newly captured Snakerocks. She invited them to join WindClan, the forgotten cats of the moor. She was to lead a group there and take over the territory by StarClan's approval. Crowfrost, at first, denied while Wolfclaw gave no answer. He was intrigued, to say the very least.
Not long after that, Wolfclaw took Crowfrost as a mate and she bore three kits: Stormkit, Icekit, and Spiderkit. With tension growing in ShadowClan, the young family decided to leave for WindClan once their kits were old enough to make the journey. Now, by acceptance from Vixenstar, they reside there on the moor.
RP SAMPLE
A gray mound rested lazily on a rock just outside the ShadowClan camp. Four paws were pointed up to the darkening sky. Only a few of StarClan's warriors were shining, but more would join them soon. The cats of the clan were winding down for rest after another hard day's work. From this short distance, Wolfclaw didn't need to strain his eyes in order to know what was going on.
Quick shuffles of paws meant the apprentices were streaking out of the elder's den at top speed to get to their warm nests. Those dragging tails belonged to the queens as they were gathering their kits into the nursery. The sound of dropping bodies came from the warriors' den. The senior warriors were settling into their nests. That was the area that held Wolfclaw's attention. Though he had most likely convinced every cat walking by that he was simply enjoying the cool air, his ears were pointed directly toward the warriors' den.
A yowl of pain rang throughout the camp, bringing a mischievous grin to Wolfclaw's muzzle. After all the nests had been changed for the day, the warrior had placed a twig of thorns in the Deputy's moss. They weren't big enough to pierce skin, but they'd get passed fur without a problem. He was so lucky that he had assigned Wolfclaw to an extra patrol along the ThunderClan border, otherwise there would be no thorns!
The gray warrior turned his body and fell onto his paws. Tail in the air, he walked quietly down the bramble tunnel. Night was falling, but there was no mistaking that was ShadowClan's beloved deputy running toward the Medicine Cat's den. Since the Warriors' Den was nestled under a bramble bush, there was really no call to blame Wolfclaw for anything, but there was an icey stare and a hiss from the Deputy directed at the prankster as he had his shoulder examined. Wolfclaw blinked and grinned, but said nothing as he headed toward his nest, purring to himself the whole way.
Wolfclaw's shadow blocked his view of several cats already in the den, but he knew all the senior warriors were gathered around the center. His favorite place was vacant near the roots of the bush. Crowfrost often took up a space next to his, but she wasn't there yet. She must be checking out his handy work. The tom licked his paw once last time before getting into his nest. As soon as he sat down, however, a surprised mew jumped out of his throat. His haunches had settled on a damp bit of moss at the center of his nest.
Chuckles and hearty laughs rippled from the senior warriors, but a distinctive snicker was singled out. An apprentice's ear was sticking out from behind her mentor, gray against calico. Wolfclaw gave a throaty, but playful, snarl, causing the young tom to jump and face the warrior. Upon seeing the grin, the apprentice relaxed a bit, but was surprised to see a warrior in a pouncing position directed at him.
"Oh, you picked the wrong cat, scrap."
Mock fear gripped the little tom as he bolted out of the warriors' den toward his own nest. The apprentices' den was set up much like the warriors', but it was low enough to block the older tom's paws from the scrap if he huddled toward the center, which was what he was doing. Finally, Wolfclaw gave up and pulled his paw away.
"I'll get you for that you crazy fur-ball," he promised, a dark but friendly look on his face. He turned around and whisked his tail before joining his fellow warriors in the den. The tom brushed the wet ball of moss out of his nest and curled up, resting his head on his friend's shoulder. Wolfclaw's purring eventually led them both to sleep.