[HibiscusBlossom]

username
❤TinyTabby❤
clan thread
valleyclan
name
wolfgaze
name meaning
wolf - for their long, gray fur
gaze - for their piercing amber/orange eye
age
43 moons
gender
tom
pronouns
he/him
rank
warrior
personality
wolfgaze is strong and noble, though not to the point of recklessness or arrogance. he has quick reflexes and a strong heart and due to his stature, can be quite intimidating. sometimes, it seems as if he can look right through you. he is not easily frightened or moved and he is obedient to the core. he'd do anything for his clan. anything. while he will not talk back during a fight or argument, he will always come back to bite you in the butt. he can seem quite distant, cold and vague. though, he is very protective and patient towards the clan's youth and unlike some cats, will sit there with his usual resting face while his large fluffy tail flicks to and fro for the kits to pounce on. he's learned to keep his focus.
how they lost their eye
coyotes. far more intelligent than foxes and travel in groups. the scent of fresh prey drew him near, only to find a pack of the mangy creatures snacking on a goat. he thought he got away when one of them scented him and a fight broke out. luckily it was a small pack and most of the bites and scratches were minor except for one; his eye. completely gone.
meeting valleyclan
xxxwolf crept through the undergrowth, the scent of fresh meat swirled around him. it was an odd, fresh but satisfying smell, one he had never encountered before. it was intriguing. he pushed his way through the arching stalks of some ferns, suddenly getting smacked with the thick, rancid scent of something. blinking in disgust and bewilderment. his piercing amber eyes searched the area ahead of him, only to get a sense of disappointment and realization as the scent had come from a small, sickly looking mountain goat which a pack of scrappy coyotes were tearing hungrily into. not wanting to get involved with that, he backed hastily into the ferns and started towards a nearby tree, leaping up onto the trunk, sinking his claws in the soft bark as he clawed his way up. then, the scent of coyote became overwhelming as he heard excited, hungry whines and yips coming from below. terror welled up inside the gray tabby tom as he fought his way up the trunk, only to be yanked back down by one of the creatures.
xxxthe coyotes stared down at wolf, their eyes wild as they watched their comrade drag the tom back into a clearing. the pack had about six coyotes, which formed a circle around the cat, walking slowly, their tongues rolling out of their jaws. what seemed to be the leader of the rag-tag pack was visibly larger and scruffier than the others and its malignant yellow eyes piercing through him. "we hungry." it rasped, its voice a low growl. "we want food, yes?" it barked to the others, who let out yips and howls of agreement, a mixture of "food!" and "yes!" as the alpha drew close, its rotten breath filled his nostrils. wrinkling his nose, he hissed, lashing out at their face furiously. "i'm not your prey, dung-eater!" the forest went silent as small drops of scarlet blood fell onto the forest floor, dripping slowly from its cheek. it drew one paw up, feeling the blood. its yellow eyes glittered with unbridled rage and the silent was broken by the loud snarling, growling and squealing of the coyotes surrounding them. the biggest one hurtled itself forward and three other coyotes followed suit. wolf screeched and spit,
jumping up onto the leader's shoulders, sinking his claws into its mangy pelt, tearing fur and drawing blood, only to be torn off by another coyote and being shaken around wildly before being thrown aside like old prey. a coyote at the edge of the tight circle threw him back towards the others. wolf staggered to his paws, only to be slammed back to the ground as it continued the scratch and snap at his face. suddenly, a sharp, scorching pain shot through him and he wailed. his vision grew blurry. adrenaline started pumping through him and he staggered to his paws, surging forward. he'd sink his teeth into its throat and tore, causing the rest of the coyotes from the circle to start sinking hauling him back and shaking him about, ready to kill him. while pinned down,he kept fading in and out of consciousness. but, through the haze of pain and confusion, he was able to see a group of cats fighting off the coyotes, their pained yelps echoing through the forest. and that's when he passed out.
xxxwolf groaned, a dull ache on his eye, or, where it was supposed to be. it was a fuzzy black there at the edge of his vision. while not huge, it was distracting. he shook his head, trying to stand, though his muscles screamed in protest and he flopped back down into the feather-lined moss. two cats stepped into the den, a frantic, ruffled-looking fluffy gray tom came first, then a smaller, quite calm but concerned seal-point tom after. he narrowed his eyes, remembering as a couple of the cats who fought of the coyotes. he found comfort in his pale blue eyes, but only to feel dread start to build up inside him as he looked into his golden eyes, which were wide. "thanks for helping me back there..would you mind telling me who you are and where i am?" he questioned, trying to keep his voice steady and strong. "i'm stagwhisker and this is flintstar, you're currently in the medicine cat den in valleyclan's camp." replied the smaller tom, his voice smooth and warm. flintstar only nodded briskly, before padding out of the den. wolf narrowed his eyes suspiciously, wrinkling his nose before looking back up at stagwhisker, feeling oddly calm each time he met his gaze. "valleyclan? i used to be in a clan, broke apart though because of twolegs."he muttered, remembering cats scattering in different directions as twolegs tried to snatch them up with nets or lure them in with their food. shaking his head dismissively, he looked back over at stagwhisker. "i suppose you already know of warrior code, correct? and all the warrior training?" wolf nodded quickly. "perhaps you could join?" stagwhisker asked and each time he heard his smooth voice it made his pelt warm. "i'd like that, thank you for the offer." wolf gave a soft smile despite his achey body. "i'm wolf." stagwhisker nodded, though he still looked like he had something to say and shifted his paws uneasily on the den floor, kneading the ground anxiously. sitting up, he towered over the tom whom he assumed to be deputy, raising a cat-brow. "wolf, we'll talk to flintstar about you joining, he's going to say yes for sure but there's one more thing.." resting his tail along his shoulders, he lead the large tabby tom out of the den and down towards the waterfall, he looked into its clear water, drawing in a quick breath. he has a scar over his eye, which was closed, though it was too frail and he was too scared to open it. "they--the coyotes tore out one of your eyes." wolf suddenly knew why flintstar had looked so flustered; he didn't know what to say or do. frowning, he looked up at the ledge above that lead just behind the waterfall, flintstar was just exiting his den. "this wont stop me." wolf said after a long pause, his voice shook, but he lifted his tail confidently. stagwhisker nodded, approval glittering in his pale, sky-blue eyes. he looked up at flintstar. "flintstar! wolf would like to join!" nodding, he let out a yowl, drawing a small amount of cats out of their dens. "wolf, you have endured great hardships and even lost an eye but still manage to push through and now wish to join my clan. i gladly accept a strong and valiant warrior like you into my clan. from this day forward, you will be known as wolfgaze and will be a full warrior of valleyclan!" he called out, his voice ringing out clearly across camp.
cats mewed their approval and wolfgaze only nodded in acknowledgement before the leader jumped down and touched noses with the tom.
history
originally clan-born, he once resided in a small, lone clan that resided in the forest next to a highway. his life was going fine until disaster striked, at least for the clan. anme just came back changed. when th animal rescue organization heard of the group and came to trap and domesticate them completely. cats kept going missing, soe twolegs came through the forest in search for more 'victims' and wolf's father screamed for him to go as a twoleg was taking him away and run he did. he was travelling for awhile and soon made it past the vast, seemingly endless freezing mountains and rolling hills to the large, beautiful valley. he was attacked by coyotes and lost his eye, but was saved by a patrol from valleyclan. 3 moons later he is settling well.

[danheng]

redacted- good luck to all ^^

[spirittai1]

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username: spirittai1
clan: heathclan

name: losteye
age: 33 moons
rank: warrior, to-be deputy
gender: she-cat
sexuality: lesbian

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[Simonpet]

Username: Simonpet
Clan: Sorrelclan

Name: Goshawkclaw
Sex: Male
Age: 30 moons
Rank: Warrior

Personality: Goshawkclaw is very serious and mildly paranoid, moreso than before he lost his left eye.
History:

Relationships:

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[prrsnickety]

Username: lemonade,
Cat Name: Seaspray
Clan: Fernclan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Male
Age: 20 moons
Description: A classic tabby maine coon with one orange eye.
Other Features: None
Siblings: None alive


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[Chimericect]

Username || Chimericect

- Currently at level 1 uwu

Name || Adderbite

The name Adderbite was given to him after he protected Thunder from being attacked by a snake. She felt like it was a name that showed off his bravery, and a name that had a deep and good meaning behind it. Adderbite took this name with pride, and is content with the new name he has been given.
Previous Names || Greyfang // Rat
Sex || Male
Rank || Warrior // will be deputy
Previous Ranks ||

Kit
Apprentice
Warrior
Deputy (not for very long)
Rogue
Clan || Tribe of Roaring Flames
Age || 38 moons

Weight || 17 lbs
Height || 16 inches tall
Theme Song || I will not bow





Personality Development|| Before meeting Thunderstar, Adderbite was cold and ruthless; he was exactly who he was created to be. When he was given an order, he would do it, no questions asked. He didn’t see anything wrong with who he was at the time, he was raised to believe that he would be a powerful leader. Because of this, he began to have a pretty big ego. He began to brag about how amazing he was, and his friend Finchpaw would only feed it by agreeing with him, thinking she was being helpful. He’s a quick learner; he had to be. As he aged, he only became more harsh; more cold. In fact, he shut out the world and began to act as a drone of sorts to his father, not acting or thinking on his own but instead taking orders. He would be a great leader if he followed the commands of Thornstar. He didn’t realize how contradictory it was until he was alone, with nobody else around. Adderfang was never one to show much care to anyone other than his mother, an old elder, and Finchfeather. He never had the chance to bond with anyone else, and it shows much later on.

When Adderbite became a Rogue, his personality only worsened. He became ruthless and bloodthirsty, and had no regard for the life of anyone. If he was something moving, he would crush the life out of it as soon as he could. He didn’t care for relationships, nor did he care for affection (or so he thought.) He began to believe that he was a god, and that all should bow to him. Quite frankly, if he hadn’t met Thunderstar, there’s no telling how bad Adderfangs ego would have gotten or what he would have done. At this point he's just hiding behind a mask, using it to justify his horrible behavior.

When shown love and compassion, Adderbite is the most awkward cat you’d ever see. He responds with this sort of awkward "What is affection and why are you showing it to me? Ok but wait don't stop I like it come back please." He still is struggling with the idea of warming up to others, but he's definitely working on it. He's learned how to interact with others without coming off as aggressive and threatening, which was a HUGE step for him. His first impressions still come off as awkward and more creepy than anything, but you can tell he really doesn't mean any harm, and he's just doing his best.

Adderbite is quite the child. Whether it was his normal personality or just compensation for a lost childhood is unclear, but the massive cat can be known as a gentle giant as long as he isn't provoked. He loves children, he's learned this after helping Thunderstar try to recruit different cats to the clan, most of them being young and curious to the new way of life.

Strengths / Weaknesses || Adderbite is a strong and large cat that has a lot of power. He has a lot of brute strength and can pack quite the punch. He's good for fighting and defending the clan. This large size, however, tends to give him a bit slower speed. What he makes up for in power, he lost in speed. He is very adept at climbing trees and boulders, however swimming is not his strong suit and he would prefer not to swim. He has a think pelt that allows him to stay warm in the cold weather. He uses this to his advantage, too, by snuggling with the clanmates that tend to feel worse in the cold. His sight can be considered a weakness, as he lost his vision in one eye completely. This has allowed him to focus on his other senses though. Although not drastically improved, Adderbite does have a great sense of hearing and smell.





History ||
Adderbite was born with the name Greykit and sheltered in a small and dying clan that once ruled the woods. He was born to the power hungry leader, Thornstar, and the soft-spoken and skittish medicine cat, Birdsong. Already he was an abomination; a cat against the code. However, he was the only kit in a litter of 4 that was deemed fit enough to live and survive in the clan according to Thornstar. Any siblings that Adderbite might have had "mysteriously" perished, whether by starvation or intentional killing by Thornstar.

As a kit, Adderbite was relatively quiet and not as curious as other kits. The expectations of his father from day one required him to be strong and vigilant; he was never really allowed to act like a kit. No running or playing around. A true warrior watches and waits, preparing for a strike that could occur. A true warrior does not show emotions, nor does he feel them. He must be prepared to fight and take the lives of others without a second thought. His mother was his only solace from a cold and unforgiving world that he was born into, giving him the only sense of security that he could ever feel. Even that, though, was a stretch, as Thornstar made Birdsong go back to being the medicine cat almost immediately. He was instead watched by an elder that went by the name of Brokengaze, a blind and scrawny tom that was left alone most of the time. Brokengaze treated Adderbite like a son, and the two were close. That is, until starclan called Brokengaze. Adderbite was devastated, spending the last moon he had as a kit alone in the den of his father, who kept a watchful eye on him and made sure that Adderbite knew that he would be the leader someday.
As an apprentice, he was obviously taken under the wing of his own father, who pushed him beyond the limits that were possible for the new apprentice. It was through Thornstar that Adderbite grew to have a darkness in his heart that ate away at him with each passing day. In this clan, though, he befriended a littermate of his that went by the name Finchpaw, who often pestered Adderbite to do things and, often times getting him in trouble. While he never stated it, he did enjoy Finchpaws constant bugging. He felt like he had a friend in her, and soon she became his anchor to staying humane. Each day, Thornstar would sow darkness into his heart, teaching him about the glory of bloodshed and power. "Never show mercy; Mercy is a sign of weakness. The second you get a chance, you kill. You make sure there is no chance of their survival."

The training was brutal and he never ceased, not even when he was given the name Greyfang and called a warrior. Thornstar called for the removal of his current deputy, not caring for the warrior code, and not caring for the approval of starclan. See, Thornstar believed that a warrior created by him and related to him would be an even greater leader of the clan. This was the last straw for many clan cats, though. Only a few moons later, a rebellion occurred in attempt of overthrowing Thornstar and killing the new deputy.

A specific Scene ||
Greyfang scanned the camp, his eyes narrowed with a scowl plastered on his face. “Thornstar, where are the warriors, they were to be back awhile ago.” He asked, his voice low and deep. He sat with his matted tail curled neatly under his red stained paws. His claws flexed as Thornstar hissed, pacing back and forth in a circle in the middle of the almost empty camp. Greyfang flinched, awaiting his father to slash at him in anger as he had normally done; however that moment never came. Before he opened his eyes, he heard the loud, alarming screech of Thornstar and another cat. Greyfangs eyes shot open as he watched the former deputy, Dustbird, take on Thornstar. It only took a matter of seconds for him to feel the burning sensation of pain ache across his backside as he felt a heavy weight of another cat pin him down. He snarled, his amber eyes burning with rage as he easily kicked his attacker off of him, picking himself up and hissing furiously. It took only a moment for the two to make eye contact, and for a second Greyfang felt his heart drop. “Finchfeather?” He murmured, his old friend viewing him with a hatred so strong it pained him to see. “Don’t say my name, you evil monster.” She snarled, lunging again at Greyfang. Greyfang leapt out of the way, turning for an instant to see his father sparring with Dustbird, Oaktail, and Fallenstone not too far behind. He noticed his mother stalking behind, preparing to lunge and take one of the three other attackers on. Greyfang turned his attention back to Finchfeather; she was his only focus now. It was here that his training took over, rage engulfing his very soul and leading him to attack without any remorse. Finchfeather knew the brute’s weaknesses, dodging his attacks and once again pinning him down. She hesitated, not really wishing to hurt her friend. Greyfang, noticing this, spoke up. “Why are you doing this?” Greyfang asked bitterly, not bothering to push her off just yet. It would’ve been easy to just shove her off and pin her down, Finchfeather was always bad with rebounding attacks. She wouldn’t be able to fight very long either, her stamina was much lower than his own. He already won this fight, he just wanted answers. “We are sick and tired of you and your father.” She started, her tail swishing back and forth in anger, her claws digging into Greyfangs skin. “The other warriors and I… we want harmony. We’re sick of this. We can’t keep fighting like we are now, the surrounding clans could easily band together and wage a war. We would never be able to win.” She sounded defeated and sad, and for a second Greyfang almost felt pity for her. Almost. He chuckled, swiping her paws out from under her and switched positions, looming over the dazed she-cat. “You’ve just thinking to pessimistically my love, we could take over whoever we want.” He hissed, grinning madly. He pushed his weight down, making sure she couldn’t bother to move to get up, then turned his gaze over to the other fight that had been going on. His heart sank at the sight of his mother, lifeless and bloodied. It appeared that she had taken down Dustbird, leaving the warrior helpless and blinded, yowling in pain. Thornstar and the other two warriors were still at it, but it appeared that Thornstar was tiring fast.

“Greyfang, I don’t want to fight you.” Finchfeather murmured beneath him, squirming slightly. Greyfang watched as the two warriors circled his father. He watched as his father snarled, and he knew what he had to do. Without hesitation, the large grey and very angry brute lept off of Finchfeather and onto Fallenstone. Fallenstone snarled in alarm, but stood no chance against the brute. Greyfang sunk his teeth into Fallenstones flesh, the warriors painful yowl echoing though the trees. Finchfeather screamed as well, her eyes widening as she struggled to heave herself up. As Greyfang turned to Oaktail, Thornstar charged at Finchfeather. “Traitor” He screamed, no hesitation as he leapt at her, claws extended and ready to kill. Greyfang watched as his father attacked the only living cat that still showed him love and he couldn't take it. With a swift slash of his paw, Greyfang watched as however many remaining lives his father had were lost all at once, no hope of his return. He glanced down at what he had done, eyes widening for a moment. He looked back at Finchfeather, who was clearly in shock and in pain.

Greyfang did something he would later regret for the rest of his life: he left. He couldn't bear to see the pain and horror that had occurred. He would never be able to return to his clan, and he had a firm belief he would never be accepted again. After all, his entire life was changed now. So, Greyfang found himself fleeing. His attitude became much colder than it already was. He refused to be called by the warrior name he was given, and instead called himself by a dangerous and vile creature that he had encountered only a few times before: Rat. That's what he was, a vile, disgusting creature that didn't deserve love. He genuinely believed this and after so long, he lost who he was. He let the despair and regret take over and turn into pure rage, which led him down a dark, dark path.





Meeting Thunderstar ||
Rat stalked throughout the wooded area, his orange eyes scanning for any sign of life that may decide to test its luck. The wind blew through his matted grey fur; it seemed to be rather cold, however he didn't seem to notice. I didn't roar in his ears, it was just a quiet whisper that seemed to try to free him from his madness. It couldn't quiet the rustling of a nearby bush, which was now the center of Rat's attention. He sniffed the air, trying to see what it would be. Not that it mattered, no matter what terrible horror it could have been, it would perish. It seemed, however, to be the new scent of a cat. How odd, new cats never wandered into such a dangerous place. Nevertheless, he seemed to enjoy the idea of showing the new one who was boss. Best case scenario? He'd have a new layer of blood staining his rugged, dirt filled pelt.

Rat stalked closer and closer to his prey, a toothy grin plastered upon his face as he circled the bush like a wild bird of prey circling its next meal. "Oh, hey there! Have you come to help me out? Gosh I've been looking for someone ALL DAY." A voice chirped from the bush, the small head of a brown and cream she-cat popping out and looking up at the brute with the most innocent blue eyes of all. "Which way can I go to make it to a specific cave?" The small she-cat asked, seemingly unafraid of the blood-stained brute. This, in all honesty, had caught him off guard. Never once had he expected someone to be so fearless... or stupid. He didn't respond, but only lunged for the cat, getting ready to sink his fangs into her fur. She didn't scream, however, and only giggled a little. "Hm, I don't think playing would be a ton of fun right now but I appreciate you trying to lighten the mood! Now please, do you think you could show me to the mountain or something? I really need to go there, I-" Rat cut her off and gave an annoyed hiss. "Will you stop talking? My starclan you are annoying. I cant even enjoy this." He growled, instead slashing a nearby tree for any satisfaction. "Wait, wait, you said starclan! I heard of them, were you one of those clan cats?" The she-cat asked, eyes wide and excited and full of hope. Something of them seemed to fixate on rat, and he felt himself calm down a little. He let out a small grunt of annoyance before turning around and giving up. "You're going soft already. Great." he murmured to himself.

"Wait, hey i want to come with too! I don't have anywhere to go. On the way there, you can tell me about this 'Starclan!' I heard they were very helpful when it came to receiving my nine lives as a leader." She meowed with excitement, basically hopping next to the brute. Rat couldn't help but let out a small laugh, whipping around to face the annoying tabby. "You, a leader? Do you even know what it takes to be a leader? And do you even have a clan?" He asked, his eyes narrowing. Rat sat down, his large bushy tail swaying over the leaves and branches, some easily getting snagged in his fur and stuck.

The brown and cream tabby looked down for a second. She felt tiny next to the large brute, but that didn't seem to bother her. "Well, no, but I-"
"Then why are you bothering with clan life? You're better off on your own." Rat interjected. Why bother with something so stupid and overrated? They never had his back, they never cared for him. The she-cat simply smiled, though, and fixed her unsettling blue eyes on his own orange ones. "Nobody is better off on their own. Now wait, you seem to know something about clan life. Why don't you come with me! I really need a guide." She asked excitedly.

He wasn't sure why he didn't just kill her where she stood, but he agreed. "Now wait a second, you aren't afraid of me?" The grey-furred giant mewed, clearly confused and slightly upset by this. Never had he experienced someone so relaxed and happy around him; he was used to the terror and the fear and the begging for life. This? This was unnatural. The She-cat gave a large grin, her tail swaying sweetly back and forth as she purred. "You aren't scary! I could see it, you're just like me..." she trailed off for a second before laughing. "Alright that seems like a slight overstatement, we two are really not alike I suppose, but I don't know, I didn't feel like you were going to hurt me. And you know what, I think that the starclan you speak of is helping me already."

Rat frowned, half wanting to tell her she was wrong, that starclan has never helped and that they were completely useless. However, he couldn't bring himself to it. Something about her optimism and joy struck a chord within him; he didn't want to destroy that. "Last question," Rat began. "What is your name?"

The tabby took a proud stance, holding her head up high and puffing her chest out. "I've been called Thunder."



The scar ||
The two cats began their quest for the cave, where Thunder mentioned she would be given 9 lives by the cats of starclan. She asked many questions about clan life, and Rat revealed that it was actually rather awful. She, however, only seemed to grin with each answer. "You're so pessimistic." She'd tease.

He grew to enjoy the company of the tiny tabby. The journey went over the span of a moon; he never realized how far he had strayed from his former home, and it didn't hit him until he had finally come across the familiar territory in which he grew up in. "Hey, maybe I could show you my former clan." He joked, letting a small chuckle escape from him. He had forgotten, though, how literal and stubborn that Thunder was. "That would be AMAZING, can we? Please?" She begged. Rat frowned. "I would never be welcomed back. I was kidding." He grumbled, his ears folding to touch the back of his head. "Oh come on, I'm sure SOMEONE would be glad to see you!" She stated excitedly. "Lets go!"

Rat learned that he was extremely horrible at arguing against Thunder and decided "Whatever, fine, we can go, but if we die just know that this is your fault." he grumbled, leading her to the scent markers. "They seem stale." He whispered, his head tilting in confusion.
"What does that mean, Rat?"
"It means that they haven't marked their territory in awhile. A really long while." He murmured, trotting along the rocky path. "We're almost to camp. I'm surprised no warriors have come to ward us off just yet. Be on your guard." He hissed, crawling through the only entrance that they had to get into their camp. Thunder came up from behind him, trotting around the seemingly empty camp. "Where is everyone?" Rat asked out loud. His wonderings were cut short, however, when something sank its teeth into his back. He hissed in alarm, looking to see Thunder brawling with another she cat roughly her size. He turned to see a familiar face; one who he thought he would never see. "Dustbird?" He murmured, looking at the scarred brute. His left eye was gone, nothing but a long and deep scar remained. His left ear was torn as well. "I go by Shade now." He growled, lunging forward to attack Rat. Rat narrowed his eyes; Shade should have known better than to attack him. Within seconds, Rat had the Rogue pinned. "What happened here?" He demanded. Shade cackled like a madman. "You don't know? Once you ran off and your father dead, we had to choose a new leader and deputy, otherwise the wrath of starclan would be upon us. This turned into a war between the cats, everyone wanted to be the next leader. Everyone wanted that power. You should've seen it, the bloodbath. It was something alright. Some of us managed to get away. This one right here, this was my apprentice Autumnpaw. She lost her parents, and most of her friends that were just casualties trying to protect or stop those they loved. Your girlfriend got away too, Finchfeather. She's around here somewhere, along with maybe 2 other apprentices and a handful of new kits. Its a real shame. They're all scared and scattered about." Shade mewed. Rat frowned, he thought things would've been better. "But now that you're here..." Shade began again, a sudden burst of strength empowering him to push Rat off of him and begin again. "I can make you suffer for what you have caused.

Rat and Shade went at it for what felt like an eternity. Autumnpaw and Thunder have since stopped, Thunder instead asking the young apprentice many questions about clan life and what it was like. The two soft-hearted cats were interrupted by a loud screech. Shade had slashed at Rats eye, leaving him forever blinded on that side. Autumnpaw screamed as an enraged Rat sank his fangs into Shade. Rat quickly realized he would scar the young apprentice, and didn't want Thunder to think poorly of him so he let go, leaving the Rogue half alive and in a lot of pain.

"Leave, this is my home once again. You left it, and you are no longer welcome here." He announced, kicking dirt onto Shade before turning back to Thunder. Thunder widened her eyes as she realized that Rat was hurt, and that it was serious. "You're hurt, and it looks bad." She whispered.

Autumnpaw looked to Thunder for a second before piping up again. "I was going to be the medicine cat, I think I remember what can help. Hold on." She mewed, running back into the bushes before coming back with an assortment of herbs and cobweb. "I think if I crush these, they can be made into a paste that can help? I hope..." She murmured. Rat grinned, she looked like she was trying her best. He felt himself frowning, though, for a moment. He could no longer see, and he was certain it would be like this forever.

"On the bright side, you look much tougher than before. Nobody will mess with you now!" Thunder complimented, grinning madly. Rat cracked a smile at the comment. "Yeah, I suppose you're right."

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How does he feel about the scar? || Adderbite, at first, despised the fact he could no longer see out of one of his eyes. It made him feel weak and rather useless, and it wasn't until Thunderstar slapped him out of it that he began to forget it was there. He sees his scar as a burden to carry for the remainder of his life, a reminder of the clan he had failed and left behind so long ago. It is a constant reminder of the beast he used to be, and will forever be something that motivates him to help Thunderstar on her quest to building a clan. It also helped him to work on his other senses, focusing on the sounds that echo around them, or the subtle vibrations in the earth when something large is coming around.

Relationship with Thunderstar || Adderbite holds Thunderstar to a high regard, seeing her as the one that gave him a positive purpose in life. She was the one that showed him kindness and the good things in the world; which was something that was hard for Adderbite at first. He never thought he would be a clan cat once again, but he now states his name with pride and gladly follows Thunderstars orders. He tends to guide her along, teaching her new things about clan life and exchanging stories about his life for something about hers. Its easy to tell the two are close, and that they trust one another with their life. Adderbite, in the future, may end up falling in love with Thunderstar, but will hide his feelings as he doesn't wish to ruin the friendship they have. //This is a fun prompt for later and further development, and potential drama.

Becoming Deputy? || Thunderstar, as her clan begins to grow, knows that she is to choose a deputy to be the next leader. Although there are many great candidates for the spot, she chooses Adderbite to be her successor. Since he was there from the beginning, she felt like it was a sign from starclan that he should be held to high standards and, of course, be the new leader. As for Adderbites thoughts on this, he isn't quite sure how he feels at first about being named the deputy. After all, this was his job once before. This time around, though, it feels different. He'll feel accepted and loved, and he'll vow to do the best he can. Something about it, though, does make him feel dread, for he doesn't want to think about a time where the cat he has spent so much time with and has grown to love will be gone, and he'll have to lead in her place.

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Username || Chimericect

- Currently at level 1 uwu

Name || Adderbite

The name adderbite was given to him after he protected Thunder from being attacked by a snake. She felt like it was a name that showed off his bravery, and a name that had a deep and good meaning behind it. Adderbite took this name with pride, and is content with the new name he has been given.
Previous Names || Greyfang // Rat
Sex || Male
Rank || Warrior // will be deputy
Previous Ranks ||

Kit
Apprentice
Warrior
Deputy (not for very long)
Rogue
Clan || Tribe of Roaring Flames
Age || 38 moons

Weight || 17 lbs
Height || 16 inches tall
Theme Song || I will not bow





Personality Development|| Before meeting Thunderstar, Adderfang was cold and ruthless; he was exactly who he was created to be. When he was given an order, he would do it, no questions asked. He didn’t see anything wrong with who he was at the time, he was raised to believe that he would be a powerful leader. Because of this, he began to have a pretty big ego. He began to brag about how amazing he was, and his friend Finchpaw would only feed it by agreeing with him, thinking she was being helpful. He’s a quick learner; he had to be. As he aged, he only became more harsh; more cold. In fact, he shut out the world and began to act as a drone of sorts to his father, not acting or thinking on his own but instead taking orders. He would be a great leader if he followed the commands of Thornstar. He didn’t realize how contradictory it was until he was alone, with nobody else around. Adderfang was never one to show much care to anyone other than his mother, an old elder, and Finchfeather. He never had the chance to bond with anyone else, and it shows much later on.

When Adderfang became a Rogue, his personality only worsened. He became ruthless and bloodthirsty, and had no regard for the life of anyone. If he was something moving, he would crush the life out of it as soon as he could. He didn’t care for relationships, nor did he care for affection (or so he thought.) He began to believe that he was a god, and that all should bow to him. Quite frankly, if he hadn’t met Thunderstar, there’s no telling how bad Adderfangs ego would have gotten or what he would have done. At this point he's just hiding behind a mask, using it to justify his horrible behavior.

When shown love and compassion, Adderbite is the most awkward cat you’d ever see. He responds with this sort of awkward "What is affection and why are you showing it to me? Ok but wait don't stop I like it come back please." He still is struggling with the idea of warming up to others, but he's definitely working on it. He's learned how to interact with others without coming off as aggressive and threatening, which was a HUGE step for him. His first impressions still come off as awkward and more creepy than anything, but you can tell he really doesn't mean any harm, and he's just doing his best.

Adderbite is quite the child. Whether it was his normal personality or just compensation for a lost childhood is unclear, but the massive cat can be known as a gentle giant as long as he isn't provoked. He loves children, he's learned this after helping Thunderstar try to recruit different cats to the clan, most of them being young and curious to the new way of life.

Strengths / Weaknesses || Adderbite is a strong and large cat that has a lot of power. He has a lot of brute strength and can pack quite the punch. He's good for fighting and defending the clan. This large size, however, tends to give him a bit slower speed. What he makes up for in power, he lost in speed. He is very adept at climbing trees and boulders, however swimming is not his strong suit and he would prefer not to swim. He has a think pelt that allows him to stay warm in the cold weather. He uses this to his advantage, too, by snuggling with the clanmates that tend to feel worse in the cold. His sight can be considered a weakness, as he lost his vision in one eye completely. This has allowed him to focus on his other senses though. Although not drastically improved, Adderbite does have a great sense of hearing and smell.





History ||
Adderfang was born with the name Greykit and sheltered in a small and dying clan that once ruled the woods. He was born to the power hungry leader, Thornstar, and the soft-spoken and skittish medicine cat, Birdsong. Already he was an abomination; a cat against the code. However, he was the only kit in a litter of 4 that was deemed fit enough to live and survive in the clan according to Thornstar. Any siblings that Adderbite might have had "mysteriously" perished, whether by starvation or intentional killing by Thornstar.

As a kit, Adderbite was relatively quiet and not as curious as other kits. The expectations of his father from day one required him to be strong and vigilant; he was never really allowed to act like a kit. No running or playing around. A true warrior watches and waits, preparing for a strike that could occur. A true warrior does not show emotions, nor does he feel them. He must be prepared to fight and take the lives of others without a second thought. His mother was his only solace from a cold and unforgiving world that he was born into, giving him the only sense of security that he could ever feel. Even that, though, was a stretch, as Thornstar made Birdsong go back to being the medicine cat almost immediately. He was instead watched by an elder that went by the name of Brokengaze, a blind and scrawny tom that was left alone most of the time. Brokengaze treated Adderbite like a son, and the two were close. That is, until starclan called Brokengaze. Adderbite was devastated, spending the last moon he had as a kit alone in the den of his father, who kept a watchful eye on him and made sure that Adderbite knew that he would be the leader someday.
As an apprentice, he was obviously taken under the wing of his own father, who pushed him beyond the limits that were possible for the new apprentice. It was through Thornstar that Adderbite grew to have a darkness in his heart that ate away at him with each passing day. In this clan, though, he befriended a littermate of his that went by the name Finchpaw, who often pestered Adderbite to do things and, often times getting him in trouble. While he never stated it, he did enjoy Finchpaws constant bugging. He felt like he had a friend in her, and soon she became his anchor to staying humane. Each day, Thornstar would sow darkness into his heart, teaching him about the glory of bloodshed and power. "Never show mercy; Mercy is a sign of weakness. The second you get a chance, you kill. You make sure there is no chance of their survival."

The training was brutal and he never ceased, not even when he was given the name Greyfang and called a warrior. Thornstar called for the removal of his current deputy, not caring for the warrior code, and not caring for the approval of starclan. See, Thornstar believed that a warrior created by him and related to him would be an even greater leader of the clan. This was the last straw for many clan cats, though. Only a few moons later, a rebellion occurred in attempt of overthrowing Thornstar and killing the new deputy.

A specific Scene ||
Greyfang scanned the camp, his eyes narrowed with a scowl plastered on his face. “Thornstar, where are the warriors, they were to be back awhile ago.” He asked, his voice low and deep. He sat with his matted tail curled neatly under his red stained paws. His claws flexed as Thornstar hissed, pacing back and forth in a circle in the middle of the almost empty camp. Greyfang flinched, awaiting his father to slash at him in anger as he had normally done; however that moment never came. Before he opened his eyes, he heard the loud, alarming screech of Thornstar and another cat. Greyfangs eyes shot open as he watched the former deputy, Dustbird, take on Thornstar. It only took a matter of seconds for him to feel the burning sensation of pain ache across his backside as he felt a heavy weight of another cat pin him down. He snarled, his amber eyes burning with rage as he easily kicked his attacker off of him, picking himself up and hissing furiously. It took only a moment for the two to make eye contact, and for a second Greyfang felt his heart drop. “Finchfeather?” He murmured, his old friend viewing him with a hatred so strong it pained him to see. “Don’t say my name, you evil monster.” She snarled, lunging again at Greyfang. Greyfang leapt out of the way, turning for an instant to see his father sparring with Dustbird, Oaktail, and Fallenstone not too far behind. He noticed his mother stalking behind, preparing to lunge and take one of the three other attackers on. Greyfang turned his attention back to Finchfeather; she was his only focus now. It was here that his training took over, rage engulfing his very soul and leading him to attack without any remorse. Finchfeather knew the brute’s weaknesses, dodging his attacks and once again pinning him down. She hesitated, not really wishing to hurt her friend. Greyfang, noticing this, spoke up. “Why are you doing this?” Greyfang asked bitterly, not bothering to push her off just yet. It would’ve been easy to just shove her off and pin her down, Finchfeather was always bad with rebounding attacks. She wouldn’t be able to fight very long either, her stamina was much lower than his own. He already won this fight, he just wanted answers. “We are sick and tired of you and your father.” She started, her tail swishing back and forth in anger, her claws digging into Greyfangs skin. “The other warriors and I… we want harmony. We’re sick of this. We can’t keep fighting like we are now, the surrounding clans could easily band together and wage a war. We would never be able to win.” She sounded defeated and sad, and for a second Greyfang almost felt pity for her. Almost. He chuckled, swiping her paws out from under her and switched positions, looming over the dazed she-cat. “You’ve just thinking to pessimistically my love, we could take over whoever we want.” He hissed, grinning madly. He pushed his weight down, making sure she couldn’t bother to move to get up, then turned his gaze over to the other fight that had been going on. His heart sank at the sight of his mother, lifeless and bloodied. It appeared that she had taken down Dustbird, leaving the warrior helpless and blinded, yowling in pain. Thornstar and the other two warriors were still at it, but it appeared that Thornstar was tiring fast.

“Greyfang, I don’t want to fight you.” Finchfeather murmured beneath him, squirming slightly. Greyfang watched as the two warriors circled his father. He watched as his father snarled, and he knew what he had to do. Without hesitation, the large grey and very angry brute lept off of Finchfeather and onto Fallenstone. Fallenstone snarled in alarm, but stood no chance against the brute. Greyfang sunk his teeth into Fallenstones flesh, the warriors painful yowl echoing though the trees. Finchfeather screamed as well, her eyes widening as she struggled to heave herself up. As Greyfang turned to Oaktail, Thornstar charged at Finchfeather. “Traitor” He screamed, no hesitation as he leapt at her, claws extended and ready to kill. Greyfang watched as his father attacked the only living cat that still showed him love and he couldn't take it. With a swift slash of his paw, Greyfang watched as however many remaining lives his father had were lost all at once, no hope of his return. He glanced down at what he had done, eyes widening for a moment. He looked back at Finchfeather, who was clearly in shock and in pain.

Greyfang did something he would later regret for the rest of his life: he left. He couldn't bear to see the pain and horror that had occurred. He would never be able to return to his clan, and he had a firm belief he would never be accepted again. After all, his entire life was changed now. So, Greyfang found himself fleeing. His attitude became much colder than it already was. He refused to be called by the warrior name he was given, and instead called himself by a dangerous and vile creature that he had encountered only a few times before: Rat. That's what he was, a vile, disgusting creature that didn't deserve love. He genuinely believed this and after so long, he lost who he was. He let the despair and regret take over and turn into pure rage, which led him down a dark, dark path.





Meeting Thunderstar ||
Rat stalked throughout the wooded area, his orange eyes scanning for any sign of life that may decide to test its luck. The wind blew through his matted grey fur; it seemed to be rather cold, however he didn't seem to notice. I didn't roar in his ears, it was just a quiet whisper that seemed to try to free him from his madness. It couldn't quiet the rustling of a nearby bush, which was now the center of Rat's attention. He sniffed the air, trying to see what it would be. Not that it mattered, no matter what terrible horror it could have been, it would perish. It seemed, however, to be the new scent of a cat. How odd, new cats never wandered into such a dangerous place. Nevertheless, he seemed to enjoy the idea of showing the new one who was boss. Best case scenario? He'd have a new layer of blood staining his rugged, dirt filled pelt.

Rat stalked closer and closer to his prey, a toothy grin plastered upon his face as he circled the bush like a wild bird of prey circling its next meal. "Oh, hey there! Have you come to help me out? Gosh I've been looking for someone ALL DAY." A voice chirped from the bush, the small head of a brown and cream she-cat popping out and looking up at the brute with the most innocent blue eyes of all. "Which way can I go to make it to a specific cave?" The small she-cat asked, seemingly unafraid of the blood-stained brute. This, in all honesty, had caught him off guard. Never once had he expected someone to be so fearless... or stupid. He didn't respond, but only lunged for the cat, getting ready to sink his fangs into her fur. She didn't scream, however, and only giggled a little. "Hm, I don't think playing would be a ton of fun right now but I appreciate you trying to lighten the mood! Now please, do you think you could show me to the mountain or something? I really need to go there, I-" Rat cut her off and gave an annoyed hiss. "Will you stop talking? My starclan you are annoying. I cant even enjoy this." He growled, instead slashing a nearby tree for any satisfaction. "Wait, wait, you said starclan! I heard of them, were you one of those clan cats?" The she-cat asked, eyes wide and excited and full of hope. Something of them seemed to fixate on rat, and he felt himself calm down a little. He let out a small grunt of annoyance before turning around and giving up. "You're going soft already. Great." he murmured to himself.

"Wait, hey i want to come with too! I don't have anywhere to go. On the way there, you can tell me about this 'Starclan!' I heard they were very helpful when it came to receiving my nine lives as a leader." She meowed with excitement, basically hopping next to the brute. Rat couldn't help but let out a small laugh, whipping around to face the annoying tabby. "You, a leader? Do you even know what it takes to be a leader? And do you even have a clan?" He asked, his eyes narrowing. Rat sat down, his large bushy tail swaying over the leaves and branches, some easily getting snagged in his fur and stuck.

The brown and cream tabby looked down for a second. She felt tiny next to the large brute, but that didn't seem to bother her. "Well, no, but I-"
"Then why are you bothering with clan life? You're better off on your own." Rat interjected. Why bother with something so stupid and overrated? They never had his back, they never cared for him. The she-cat simply smiled, though, and fixed her unsettling blue eyes on his own orange ones. "Nobody is better off on their own. Now wait, you seem to know something about clan life. Why don't you come with me! I really need a guide." She asked excitedly.

He wasn't sure why he didn't just kill her where she stood, but he agreed. "Now wait a second, you aren't afraid of me?" The grey-furred giant mewed, clearly confused and slightly upset by this. Never had he experienced someone so relaxed and happy around him; he was used to the terror and the fear and the begging for life. This? This was unnatural. The She-cat gave a large grin, her tail swaying sweetly back and forth as she purred. "You aren't scary! I could see it, you're just like me..." she trailed off for a second before laughing. "Alright that seems like a slight overstatement, we two are really not alike I suppose, but I don't know, I didn't feel like you were going to hurt me. And you know what, I think that the starclan you speak of is helping me already."

Rat frowned, half wanting to tell her she was wrong, that starclan has never helped and that they were completely useless. However, he couldn't bring himself to it. Something about her optimism and joy struck a chord within him; he didn't want to destroy that. "Last question," Rat began. "What is your name?"

The tabby took a proud stance, holding her head up high and puffing her chest out. "I've been called Thunder."



The scar ||
The two cats began their quest for the cave, where Thunder mentioned she would be given 9 lives by the cats of starclan. She asked many questions about clan life, and Rat revealed that it was actually rather awful. She, however, only seemed to grin with each answer. "You're so pessimistic." She'd tease.

He grew to enjoy the company of the tiny tabby. The journey went over the span of a moon; he never realized how far he had strayed from his former home, and it didn't hit him until he had finally come across the familiar territory in which he grew up in. "Hey, maybe I could show you my former clan." He joked, letting a small chuckle escape from him. He had forgotten, though, how literal and stubborn that Thunder was. "That would be AMAZING, can we? Please?" She begged. Rat frowned. "I would never be welcomed back. I was kidding." He grumbled, his ears folding to touch the back of his head. "Oh come on, I'm sure SOMEONE would be glad to see you!" She stated excitedly. "Lets go!"

Rat learned that he was extremely horrible at arguing against Thunder and decided "Whatever, fine, we can go, but if we die just know that this is your fault." he grumbled, leading her to the scent markers. "They seem stale." He whispered, his head tilting in confusion.
"What does that mean, Rat?"
"It means that they haven't marked their territory in awhile. A really long while." He murmured, trotting along the rocky path. "We're almost to camp. I'm surprised no warriors have come to ward us off just yet. Be on your guard." He hissed, crawling through the only entrance that they had to get into their camp. Thunder came up from behind him, trotting around the seemingly empty camp. "Where is everyone?" Rat asked out loud. His wonderings were cut short, however, when something sank its teeth into his back. He hissed in alarm, looking to see Thunder brawling with another she cat roughly her size. He turned to see a familiar face; one who he thought he would never see. "Dustbird?" He murmured, looking at the scarred brute. His left eye was gone, nothing but a long and deep scar remained. His left ear was torn as well. "I go by Shade now." He growled, lunging forward to attack Rat. Rat narrowed his eyes; Shade should have known better than to attack him. Within seconds, Rat had the Rogue pinned. "What happened here?" He demanded. Shade cackled like a madman. "You don't know? Once you ran off and your father dead, we had to choose a new leader and deputy, otherwise the wrath of starclan would be upon us. This turned into a war between the cats, everyone wanted to be the next leader. Everyone wanted that power. You should've seen it, the bloodbath. It was something alright. Some of us managed to get away. This one right here, this was my apprentice Autumnpaw. She lost her parents, and most of her friends that were just casualties trying to protect or stop those they loved. Your girlfriend got away too, Finchfeather. She's around here somewhere, along with maybe 2 other apprentices and a handful of new kits. Its a real shame. They're all scared and scattered about." Shade mewed. Rat frowned, he thought things would've been better. "But now that you're here..." Shade began again, a sudden burst of strength empowering him to push Rat off of him and begin again. "I can make you suffer for what you have caused.

Rat and Shade went at it for what felt like an eternity. Autumnpaw and Thunder have since stopped, Thunder instead asking the young apprentice many questions about clan life and what it was like. The two soft-hearted cats were interrupted by a loud screech. Shade had slashed at Rats eye, leaving him forever blinded on that side. Autumnpaw screamed as an enraged Rat sank his fangs into Shade. Rat quickly realized he would scar the young apprentice, and didn't want Thunder to think poorly of him so he let go, leaving the Rogue half alive and in a lot of pain.

"Leave, this is my home once again. You left it, and you are no longer welcome here." He announced, kicking dirt onto Shade before turning back to Thunder. Thunder widened her eyes as she realized that Rat was hurt, and that it was serious. "You're hurt, and it looks bad." She whispered.

Autumnpaw looked to Thunder for a second before piping up again. "I was going to be the medicine cat, I think I remember what can help. Hold on." She mewed, running back into the bushes before coming back with an assortment of herbs and cobweb. "I think if I crush these, they can be made into a paste that can help? I hope..." She murmured. Rat grinned, she looked like she was trying her best. He felt himself frowning, though, for a moment. He could no longer see, and he was certain it would be like this forever.

"On the bright side, you look much tougher than before. Nobody will mess with you now!" Thunder complimented, grinning madly. Rat cracked a smile at the comment. "Yeah, I suppose you're right."

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How does he feel about the scar? || Adderbite, at first, despised the fact he could no longer see out of one of his eyes. It made him feel weak and rather useless, and it wasn't until Thunderstar slapped him out of it that he began to forget it was there. He sees his scar as a burden to carry for the remainder of his life, a reminder of the clan he had failed and left behind so long ago. It is a constant reminder of the beast he used to be, and will forever be something that motivates him to help Thunderstar on her quest to building a clan. It also helped him to work on his other senses, focusing on the sounds that echo around them, or the subtle vibrations in the earth when something large is coming around.

Relationship with Thunderstar || Adderbite holds Thunderstar to a high regard, seeing her as the one that gave him a positive purpose in life. She was the one that showed him kindness and the good things in the world; which was something that was hard for Adderbite at first. He never thought he would be a clan cat once again, but he now states his name with pride and gladly follows Thunderstars orders. He tends to guide her along, teaching her new things about clan life and exchanging stories about his life for something about hers. Its easy to tell the two are close, and that they trust one another with their life. Adderbite, in the future, may end up falling in love with Thunderstar, but will hide his feelings as he doesn't wish to ruin the friendship they have. //This is a fun prompt for later and further development, and potential drama.

Becoming Deputy? || Thunderstar, as her clan begins to grow, knows that she is to choose a deputy to be the next leader. Although there are many great candidates for the spot, she chooses Adderbite to be her successor. Since he was there from the beginning, she felt like it was a sign from starclan that he should be held to high standards and, of course, be the new leader. As for Adderbites thoughts on this, he isn't quite sure how he feels at first about being named the deputy. After all, this was his job once before. This time around, though, it feels different. He'll feel accepted and loved, and he'll vow to do the best he can. Something about it, though, does make him feel dread, for he doesn't want to think about a time where the cat he has spent so much time with and has grown to love will be gone, and he'll have to lead in her place.

Sorry it took so long! But congrats Chim, it was a debate between you and Sun but your story and overall form seemed to capture our attention a bit better! I will happily award an Hm to sunlitsecrets though!

[dimi.]

Congrats!!!

[Chimericect]

AHHHH THANK YOU SOSO SO SO MUCH HE WILL BE LOVED!!! <33