Embertail - CloudClan Deputy

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Name -- Embertail
Age -- 42 Moons (4 years + 4 months)
Apprentice --
Rank -- Deputy
Gender -- Tom (male)
Clan -- CloudClan

Appearance -- Embertail

Ember is a young and sleek tom, though under his frail-looking appearance lies a body with enough muscle power to rival other warriors' strenght. Still, with small paws and long legs, Ember is more of a flexible and agile cat - not as bulky and heavy with extra muscles. His fur coat is medium length, though his tail is rather bushy in comparison to the rest. While his underside and paws are colored a pure white, his forehead, back and tail are another story. These are a vivid orange, like fire. When running one can only see a blur of orange and white -- which earned him his name.

His eyes are a golden color, matching the rest of his color scheme to perfection. With a sharp and delicately sculpted face once can consider this tom rather handsome by many -- and he is well aware of it. While his white fur is devoid of any marks, tabby marks can be found on his orange parts, and the 'M' that marks all tabbies is also present on this tom's forehead. To finish off his inner parts of the ears and nose are a light pink, along with his paw pads.

Personality --

Ember can be consider the Casanova of the cats, and with his sleek and good looks he often gets the she-cat that he wants. Always keeping his himself well groomed and clean, it comes as no surprise that this tom spends countless of hours bathing himself. Cunning and a quick-thinker, Ember can get himself out of most troubles, as well as being witty enough to know when to strike to kill his prey -- though even he fails every now and then. However, Ember isn't too committed to she-cats -- though he does adore kits -- and often tends to disappear shortly after leaving one expecting his kits. StarClan knows how much offsprings he has out there in the world. Ember is simply not ready to settle down just yet.

He also doesn't give his trust away too quickly, and often is weary of other cats even after moons and moons of knowing and hunting with them. But, if you do manage to get his trust be sure not to break it -- for this tom can be quite vengeful. He has no remorse over killing when in a fight, though he prefers to leave his foe extremely wounded and with a shattered pride rather than giving them the relief of death. Over all, Ember can be a good cat when he wants, and a bad one when in a fowl mood. Still, he won't harm kits, though young adolescents and adults don't share this privilege.

History --

Kithood
Born in a group of rogues to a short haired white mother and a long haired ginger tom. He was born along with two other siblings, the first born of the litter. However, food was scarce, and the mother could barely produce enough milk for one of her kits, let alone three. So his father decided he would keep his first born -- and killed off his siblings. His mother was destroyed emotionally, but she understood: it was either sacrifice two of them -- or loose them all. Over the curse of the next weeks Ember grew ad develop into a very active and curious kit -- often stranding himself from his mother side, and constantly being scolded by his father. Yet he couldn't remember his deceased brothers, and his parents refused to mention them. The group itself was forbidden to speak about them, or how the group leader [Ember's father] had killed them off to ensure the survival of his first born.

Adolescence hood
As soon as he turned six moons old, Ember was trained by his father in the skills of hunting and battling. Rogues were in constant conflict with other alley cats, so knowing skills to defend yourself and kill in a fight was a must. Not only this, but rats could be dangerous to hunt -- and you could be poisoned by their bite if you didn't knew how to handle them. It was a risk no cat wished to try -- for a poorly treated wound lead to infection, and sometimes even death. The rest of his adolescence wasn't too different, though Ember fell in love for the first time. It was a pretty tortoise-shell she-cat which had caught his heart -- only to later shatter it as she kitted the offspring of his own father.

Adulthood
Hurt by having his first love kit someone else's offspring [his father's at that] Ember decided he would never commit to a she-cat again: they were only disloyal and cunning rats [except for his momma, of course]. Sadly, the only she-cat he did care for died one night, having had an infection spread from a wound in her chest caused by a rat. Thus only his father now remained -- and his new half sister. The she-cat had given birth to a single, ginger tabby she-kit and was named Ginger. A few moons later, as he turned 20 moons old, a rumor caught his attention. Two elder cats had been discussion how the leader had killed off two of his past litter, only to ensure he would have a heir. Enraged Ember confronted his father about this, and the tom deliberately admitted it.

Mind clouded by shock and hatred, he had lunged for his father and caught the older tom of-guard. Both cats rolled around the alley, hitting small puddles and having dirt cling to them, before Ember delivered a lethal bite onto his father's throat. There the ginger tom bled to his death -- and his son ran away from the group before being exiled. He became a loner by choice, and traveled from one place to another -- hunting where he pleased and spending nights with whatever she-cat he could hit on and charm -- only to leave them not too long after.

Clan-hood
Two years later he came across the borders of CloudClan one day, deciding to join the clan -- after all, there were accessible she-cats there, as well as protection. Soon he passed apprenticeship, ad his name changed from Ember - to Emberpaw - and finally Embertail, in commemoration of his blazing tail color and fluffiness. He later trained two apprentices, before finally becoming Deputy as the last one vanished from existence.

Relationships/Kin --

• Rex - Father, long haired ginger tom with golden eyes. (rogue, deceased)
  
• Frost -- Mother, short haired white she cat with green eyes. (rogue, deceased)
  
• White -- Brother, short haired white tom-kit, yellow eyes. (rogue-kit, deceased)
  
• Luck -- Brother, long haired ginger tom-kit with green eyes. (rogue-kit, deceased)
  
• Jasmine -- First Love, pretty tortoise-shell she-cat. (rogue)
  
• Ginger -- Half-Sister, short haired ginger she-kit with blue eyes. (rogue-kit)
  
• Rustfur -- First Apprentice, short haired dark orange tom, golden eyes. (NPC)
  
• Lightheart -- Second Apprentice, long haired cream tabby she-cat, jade eyes. (NPC)

Codewords -- Poison Tears Crash Down

Other --

Nothing so far. Oh, he won't settle with a mate anytime soon -- though expect him to father quite a few kits of his own.
Already accepted by Shardeh to be CloudClan's new Deputy. :3

Role Play Example --

Shifting among his nest of moss and leaves the curled creature slowly rose from his slumber. Fiery and bushy tail was uncurled from his frame, as the four year old tom [with 4 extra moons] opened his jaws in a long yawn. Paws stretched outwards, claws unsheathed as the feline finished stretching his stiff muscles, before the once loner rose. As he walked out of the warrior den Embertail noticed the sun rays had only begun to appear in the sky, pleased to b an early morning riser. His golden gaze shifted to the nursery and the Queens there -- though so far none of the kits had been sired by him. Sure, that would change in the future, and soon the Nursery would be crawling with kits of his own, but for now the newly placed Deputy preferred not to get involved just yet.

That didn't meant he hadn't been hitting on a few of the available she-cats. Of course, he wouldn't settle down just yet, his spirit too restless to do o. n fact, this Casanova sometimes wondered if one day any she-cat would be able to lock his heart away for herself only. 'Probably not, but I suppose it could happen... And pink hedgehogs will fly through the sky.' He mewled in mild amusement at his own thoughts, before returning back into the den to rise a few of the Warriors. As soon as the dawn patrol was organized he sent them off, licking his lips before looking at the fresh-pile. It was ok, but more prey could be useful. With that in mind he went to one of the new apprentices, informing him of his whereabouts, before dashing off the camp entrance to hunt. Since it wasn't a formal hunting party he would eat his fill first, then bring back fresh-kill for he rest of the clan.

Through the rustling of leaves he scented prey, crouching low as he slowly stalked forwards. Paw pads were carefully placed, the tom silently edging closer to the unsuspecting vole. Suddenly his muscles tensed, and with a leap he pounced on the startled creature. A swift bite to the neck silenced the plump thing, before he devoured his first meal of the day. Thanking StarClan he moved off, in search of fresh-kill to now bring back to the Clan... By Sunrise he had returned, carrying a rabbit, a vole and two mice -- before depositing his charge on the pile of fresh-kill. Then he walked off, lying down on the clearing to absorb some sun rays as he groomed his fur. So far everything was peaceful, so the Deputy really had nothing better to do.

[SHADE. :D]

Accepted.