((Is it alright if I make a new form? :3))
Name: Demon
Age: 121 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Loner
Original Clan: None
Image/Description: A scraggly, mottled brown tom with scars running from his eyes to his flank. He has cold amber-orange eyes and part of his ear is ripped off as well. He has a limp in his gait, and is missing one claw in his right hind paw.
Personality : Demon is and always will be a cranky, temperamental, outrageous scruffy furball, who seems to have lived only by the edge of his teeth and manged to survive purely by luck. He's got a sharper tongue than even Viperpaw and isn't afraid to use it none either. In fact nettle and thorns are mere pinpricks compared to his sharp words and even sharper fangs. Having been used to living on the edge as well as the rough life of an alley cat, Demon's always ready for a fight and isn't going to let any cat, be it big or small, rule over his life. Which was why he and Viperpaw parted ways. Though he is glad it was on good terms rather than bad. He's also very shifty and is not afraid to double-cross no cat, but being shifty doesn't mean he can't be loyal as well. In order to earn such loyalty you'll have to be able to move a mountain however, but Viperpaw seems to have done that already.
He has a softer, more like barb-wire, side when it comes to Viperpaw and views her as his "scrap of kit-fur" and will simply call her Kit, seeing as how he hadn't really wanted to become so attached to the golden eyed she-cat. It really was hard for him to leave her though.
History : Demon was abandoned from the start. He had no mother, no father, nobody, but somehow he survived the first 3 months without much help. Lucky he guesses. When he was 4 moons old he found his first piece of meet: A piece of leftover chicken from a twoleg rubbish bin. He learned soon enough what was edible and what wasn't, but it wasn't until he was 6 moons that he actually got into a fight for food. And honestly he won with only a scar over his eye and one on his front leg. He managed to limp away from that fight with his food held up in victory. And that was soon the mark of his career as a scavenger, a hunter, and a fighter. To him the rule of survival was law, and nothing, not even a twoleg could stop it.
As he got older he grew more vicious, more victorious, and more wary. He soon realized he wasn't safe in twolegplace any longer. He had too many enemies from all sides and taking them all on wouldn't do anything but get himself killed. He had no doubt about his abilities, but he knew at an early age that in order to fight to see another day you have to be smart, rather than stupid. And so he'd headed to the forest. That's where he'd met young Viperpaw. At the time, he'd dismissed her as just a scrap of fur until she started moving about and wriggling.
Then he had to make sure he wasn't seeing things and that a scrap of fur wasn't moving. But by then he realized it was indeed a kit. Viperpaw doesn't remember it but she'd called for help, simply because her mother was long gone, but no one knew where she'd gone and as far as Viperpaw cared she didn't matter anyway. Demon however did care and had tried to find the kit's mother, but to no avail. But for some reason he couldn't abandon her. Not like that. And so he promised himself that when she was old enough to fend for herself is when he'd leave and true enough to his word he raised her.
To Viperpaw he was the best dad and "mother" a cat could ever have and no one, could ever change her mind. Demon and Viperpaw parted ways in Stoneclan territory, where later on for the next few moons Viperpaw encountered a patrol of Stoneclan cats.
((lol sorry it's sooo long! XD I've been thinking about making Demon for awhile now.))
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