Dustspeck
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Personality
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From the time Dustspeck was a kit, he was always
well mannered and considerate of others, treating
each creature, whether it be cat or mouse, with
some for of respect. To add, he has always been
dedicated, be it to his mother and sister, his clan
or the time and effort he originally put in to finding
his father. He learned at a young age be helpful to others,
and hopefully, others would return the favor at one
point or another. This has proved positive for him
and has lead him to where he is now. For without
the help of Desertclan, he surely would have died
alone out in the desert after he departed from his
sister. Unfortunately, like his sister, he is complex,
and represses much of his emotional thoughts, and
or opinions. This leads to mental instability which
often leads to him distancing himself from his clan.
When this happens he tends to get quiet and can
become aloof. This can also be caused by his
moments of insecurity, stemming from the abuse
he received from his sister when they were still
young. However, Lizardfang has seemed to tame
some of his insecurities.
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From the time Dustspeck was a kit, he was always
well mannered and considerate of others, treating
each creature, whether it be cat or mouse, with
some for of respect. To add, he has always been
dedicated, be it to his mother and sister, his clan
or the time and effort he originally put in to finding
his father. He learned at a young age be helpful to others,
and hopefully, others would return the favor at one
point or another. This has proved positive for him
and has lead him to where he is now. For without
the help of Desertclan, he surely would have died
alone out in the desert after he departed from his
sister. Unfortunately, like his sister, he is complex,
and represses much of his emotional thoughts, and
or opinions. This leads to mental instability which
often leads to him distancing himself from his clan.
When this happens he tends to get quiet and can
become aloof. This can also be caused by his
moments of insecurity, stemming from the abuse
he received from his sister when they were still
young. However, Lizardfang has seemed to tame
some of his insecurities.
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Name: Dusty; Dustpaw; Dustspeck
Gender: Tom
Age: 28 Moons
Voice: Ian Harding
Rank: Warrior
Sexuality: Herterosexual
Family: Mouse (mother); Wren (father)
Thistle (Sister)
Relationships: Mates with Lizardfang
Kits: Expecting Lizardfang's
Apprentice: None
Eye Color: Pale green
Fur Color: Orange, Dust colored tabby
Loyalties: Scorchstar
Enemies: None currently,
assumed Hawkcry
Other: Has a scar on his cheek
from a violent confrontation with
Thistle moons ago.
History
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Before he was born, his mother Mouse had determined where the den would be, making a nest deep inside an abandoned Coyote set. That afternoon, as she disappeared into the den, a sandstorm swept across the vast open desert, separating Mouse from her mate, Wren. She spent several hours until the sun dipped down below the sand dunes searching for him. During her desperate search she lost track of her den. She fell into labor soon after and stumbled into a small Thistle, big enough to protect her and the kits from passing danger. Within hours, two small kits were born, a strong tom and petite molly. She looked down at the tom with a small purr "Your name will be Dusty, like the dust that took your father from us" was all she said as she cleaned him off, thus, Dusty was named. He grew up strong and powerful, unlike his sister, who grew up angry and displeased. He spent the first 6 moons of his life playing with his sister in the warm sands of the desert. He had bonded with her for a short time until they began training. At six moons, Dusty became uncomfortable with his sister, her anger growing by the day. It was the day that he stumbled upon his mothers dead body that he decided he had had enough. That morning, his mother and Thistle had wondered off to hunt, he caught up with them just in time to catch a coyote lock his jaws around his mothers body, her entire form shook in the jaws of the creature before falling limp. He watched Thistle stare from a short distance off, frozen. He immediately blamed her and expressed his distaste, claiming he was leaving. Thistle didn't take to well to this, leaping at her brother with claws unsheathed. He still remembers the stinging pain in the side of his face, the blood dripping down onto the golden sand. He slunk away into the desert. Bleeding and exhausted he wandered into DesertClan territory and was immediately discovered and dragged back to camp. He awoke to a young she-cat tending to his bloodied face and was ordered to stay until it was healed. During this time, he observed the clan cats around him with great fascination. By the time his wound had healed, he no longer wanted to leave the lovely oasis, and instead approached Dunestar and pleaded to stay in the clan. He was accepted, much to his surprise and thanked the leader profusely. The next night he was given his apprentice name, Dustpaw. This was the start of his new life. He was grateful to the clan that he believed saved his life. He trained as hard he possibly could, trying to prove himself worthy more than anything else. Luckily, he had valuable skills thanks tohaving learned much while living with his mother. He earned the warrior name Dustspeck due to the dark speck along his fur. However, at this point he had become reserved, thanks to constant pestering of theother apprentices. He learned to hide his thoughts and spent a lot of time wandering the camp alone, until he met Lizardfang. The two struck a quick friendship due to their similar personalities and eventually became mates.
(WILL BE CHANGING A BIT)
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Before he was born, his mother Mouse had determined where the den would be, making a nest deep inside an abandoned Coyote set. That afternoon, as she disappeared into the den, a sandstorm swept across the vast open desert, separating Mouse from her mate, Wren. She spent several hours until the sun dipped down below the sand dunes searching for him. During her desperate search she lost track of her den. She fell into labor soon after and stumbled into a small Thistle, big enough to protect her and the kits from passing danger. Within hours, two small kits were born, a strong tom and petite molly. She looked down at the tom with a small purr "Your name will be Dusty, like the dust that took your father from us" was all she said as she cleaned him off, thus, Dusty was named. He grew up strong and powerful, unlike his sister, who grew up angry and displeased. He spent the first 6 moons of his life playing with his sister in the warm sands of the desert. He had bonded with her for a short time until they began training. At six moons, Dusty became uncomfortable with his sister, her anger growing by the day. It was the day that he stumbled upon his mothers dead body that he decided he had had enough. That morning, his mother and Thistle had wondered off to hunt, he caught up with them just in time to catch a coyote lock his jaws around his mothers body, her entire form shook in the jaws of the creature before falling limp. He watched Thistle stare from a short distance off, frozen. He immediately blamed her and expressed his distaste, claiming he was leaving. Thistle didn't take to well to this, leaping at her brother with claws unsheathed. He still remembers the stinging pain in the side of his face, the blood dripping down onto the golden sand. He slunk away into the desert. Bleeding and exhausted he wandered into DesertClan territory and was immediately discovered and dragged back to camp. He awoke to a young she-cat tending to his bloodied face and was ordered to stay until it was healed. During this time, he observed the clan cats around him with great fascination. By the time his wound had healed, he no longer wanted to leave the lovely oasis, and instead approached Dunestar and pleaded to stay in the clan. He was accepted, much to his surprise and thanked the leader profusely. The next night he was given his apprentice name, Dustpaw. This was the start of his new life. He was grateful to the clan that he believed saved his life. He trained as hard he possibly could, trying to prove himself worthy more than anything else. Luckily, he had valuable skills thanks tohaving learned much while living with his mother. He earned the warrior name Dustspeck due to the dark speck along his fur. However, at this point he had become reserved, thanks to constant pestering of theother apprentices. He learned to hide his thoughts and spent a lot of time wandering the camp alone, until he met Lizardfang. The two struck a quick friendship due to their similar personalities and eventually became mates.
(WILL BE CHANGING A BIT)
