;D trying this again. Enjoy ^^
Name: Wolffang
Gender: Tom
Age: 25 moons
Clan: Brightclan
Rank: Deputy
Looks: Wolffang is a nice, well built tom with a strong look. When up close with other cats he could be known as a huge giant. His legs aren’t that long, but stubby. This doesn’t mean that he can’t run though, or even fight. Most of his body weight is that of just muscle. No one can say this feline is just a weak kitten. His fur is thick, good for the winters that hurt so, but usually get annoying during the summers. His ears are big and round, always ready to listen. Golden eyes stay sharp; always ready to watch when something is happening. Large paws carry this tom around, and a long, fuzzy tail flows behind. Claws glimmer in both moon, and sun light. They curve out in a crescent shape manor, but one claw (his far right claw on his left paw) is chipped and broken. Wolffang is also a cat that would do well for camouflage. His fur might be thick, but they have unique colors. A brown and grey mix fur color is mainly seen; with his bulk some may call him a rock. Near the side of his face is goes white, creamy white. This creamy white is also around his neck and underbelly. Dark black stripes are more noticeable around Wolffang’s legs and neck. There are still some seeable black stripes along his back and tail though.
Actions: Wolffang may look like the kind who gives little about others. To other clans he is just some big bully. In truth, Wolffang is an understanding feline. He takes time to listening to what others have to say. If what others have to say make sense, then Wolffang will be stubborn as ever to help his clan out. This sometimes means having to go up to his leader, Sorrowstar. It doesn’t scare this tom, going up to someone who holds a high rank. Why should he be afraid of what might help the clan? Outspoken and ready, Wolffang is willing to die over and over again for his clan, family, and friends. Even though, listening means sometimes that you have to observe, Wolffang is OK with that. He doesn’t like to be put into the middle of things, but he really doesn’t care. Just because this tom has muscle doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have a brain. Past battles with both nature and other cats have proven that much. Still, Wolffang likes to talk, and isn’t afraid to do so. Some cats might only talk about the important things, not this one. He’ll go on with anything. Most of what he says is to help one cat out from another. Wolffang is really, in simple words, the cat you can trust. He is also the ‘funny guy’ who loves to make other laugh. Unhappy faces, sad, and angry faces are not what the clan needs. This tom would gladly do something funny, if all it brings is a happier face.
Past: As a kit: Wolfkit is much different to the present day Wolffang. No, back then Wolfkit was also a big fan in making others laugh, and just having fun. No matter what he did, Wolfkit was always happy, never in his young hood could he ever be mad, sad, alone, ect. It did hurt though that his father was not clan born. His mother, Silentheart, didn’t even love the tom; she was just taken away and forced bred. Some times this affects the clan’s behavior on one. It really affected the looks that Wolfkit and his brother, Swiftkit, and sister, Direkit, got. It did hurt, but never would Wolfkit admit it.
As an Apprentice: Being an apprentice is what made Wolfpaw a better listener. He had to respect his mentor, Quickclaw, and also every other warrior in the clan. Quickclaw is Silentheart’s real mate, and Wolfpaw’s step father. He is also the father of Riverdance, Wolfpaw’s half sister. So, there was some connection there as Wolfpaw was being mentored. Anyways, living as an apprentice made Wolfpaw want to listen more, and to always know what is going on. This lead up to him becoming a good warrior, and a good friend to the clan.
Now, as a Warrior: Not much has happened since Wolffang has become a warrior. His half sister died in a battle that involved a few clans. Wolffang got a claw dug up into one of his claws, breaking the claw and that finger. That was a while ago, and the tom is doing better now. He makes a few laughs, but keeps to his duty. He is always there when needed, and then gone when some one wants to be left alone. Wolffang is just that kind of cat. A true clan cat; both born and sworn to help his own clan before anything, every thing else.
In Character: (this might have never happened, but it makes for a good RP example. Also, the lines mean an new post, like some one else posted in between xD. Just to show you that I wouldn’t power play some one and can actually reply with something good ^^ ) It was silent, and gleaming eyes poked out from every corner of the forest. Golden eyes, green eyes, blue eyes, and those few red eyes shone in the moon’s light. Wolffang had never seen so many cats around the border. Brightclan seemed outnumbered, but then again… Most of Brightclan were elsewhere, caring for a matter that was just distraction. Yeah, and he was stuck here with his half sister Riverdance, and his actual sister Direheart. There were others, but not so many. It seemed as if they were truly going to lose. How could this be though? Brightclan had always survived, and it wasn’t going to change now. Wolffang narrowed his golden eyes and prickled up his fur. Claws came out of their sheaths, and fangs glimmered in the moon light.
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Who might these other clan cats be? Well, did it really matter? No, of course not, they were on Brightclan territory, so it really didn’t matter. Wolffang watched with curious attention, waiting. Were they going to attack? Hopefully not, at least, until the rest of the clan got here. This was getting too quiet though, too silent. Some one was going to die soon, but whom? No one spoke, no one said a word. The only thing that made a sound was the wind, and it howled with fury through trees and rocks. This silence, it was really becoming unbearable. Wolffang was going to go crazy if it kept up much longer. It was as if even the dead were holding a breath that wouldn’t really change their fate. It was all so quiet, just too quiet. How much longer?
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Wolffang’s jaw could have just as well fallen out of his mouth. As the quiet took hold of the land, one cat from the other side finally leaped, and attacked. After that the whole world was in a chaos of fur, teeth, and claws. Those eyes that had once scared Wolffang didn’t scare him anymore. That silence that had once mad the tom feel as if he were going mad, he wanted it all to come back. It was better than what he was seeing. Riverdance, Direheart, himself, and others were being attacked by three cats each. Wolffang held his enemies off as long as possible. It wasn’t easy though, for one cat, then another, and another were scratching him and biting him. Blood went every where, but was it all his own. No, it couldn’t be. Furious as to what these cats were doing to him, and about to do to the whole clan, Wolffang struck a paw out here and there. He battered around, and was sure he was hitting something, if not then he was hitting the ground below him. How much longer? Time went by so fast, yet it seemed so slow. What else was in store for the young warrior?
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Wolffang couldn’t believe it. he had gotten one cat across the jaw, and made him run for his camp. The other two were not as easy. One other dodged, then repelled back at the big tom. Wolffang dodged this time, and smashed his large paw at the other cat. This one was a she-cat, and instead of moving out of the way, she tried to get it head on. Wolffang was able to scratch her up a bit, but not enough to stop her. So, they met dead on. Her claw dug into his paw, breaking out one of his own claws. The tom yowled, but didn’t run away. The pain, it went numb after what he saw happen after the she-cat attacked. To his left time seemed to fly by so quickly, it was unreal. Direheart was keeping her own with two cats, but had a bad gash on her leg. Then Wolffang had to turn his head right, and could almost choke.
Time was slower here, and quieter. Three of his own clan cats were seen keeping up, of course, even out numbered Brightclan couldn’t, they wouldn’t go down. But one cat did, she went down with honor. Riverdance was dead within one cat’s mouth. The tom that held her was huge, and it seemed as if he had snapped her neck up good. Wolffang’s own eyes widened with shock, but he couldn’t keep that expression. Turning to the other two cats, he snapped at one, and took a swat at the other. It wasn’t just some kitten swat, no. He put muscle into it, he struck down on the she cat. Hopefully he wouldn’t miss. This was no time to be doing that. Beside, he was already beaten up already. Wolffang couldn’t die yet, not until he knew that Brightclan was safe, like Riverdance would have wanted it.
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Dazed and a bit exhausted, Wolffang couldn’t believe it, Brightclan had won. The rest of the clan’s warrior’s had come, and ran the other clan out. The tom took deep breaths, and then walked over to his Mother, Step-father, sister, and brother. They were all looking over Riverdance. Wolffang did the same; a broken heart was left behind in this battle. His sister fought with bravery though, and Wolffang respected that. He wouldn’t grieve, no. Wolffang could live with this. Riverdance would want that. Now, though, he must go and see the Med. Cat. Wolffang was following Direheart. Wolffang, Direheart, and all the other cats that were outnumbered before were the first to get checked. Wolffang had to wait his turn though, and did so without complaining. The wounds stung, but he didn’t care. His mind was else where. Wolffang was deep in though, and it felt good. Time ticked away, and the tom had finally fallen asleep.
Relationships/Kin:Silentheart ~ Mother (alive)
Quickclaw ~ Step Father (alive)
Oblivion ~ Father (unknown)
Riverdance ~ Sister from different litter (deceased)
Swiftshadow ~ Half Brother (alive)
Direheart ~ Sister (alive)
Other: here tis a picture ^^
flickr.com/photos/levana1/219434975/Codewords: Poison Tears Crash Down
Sorry, ScarredHeart. Maybe try for medicine cat.