Scarclaw of StormClan

[Scarclaw]

Name: Scarclaw
Moons: 45
Gender: Tom
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Warrior
Short-Description:

Bright, rugged calico tom.

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Description:

Scarclaw is a bright calico tom. His mottled backside is made up of messy black and tanish brown splotches. His muzzle is a dark pink, where his fur has been torn off. His eyes are a deep olive green, with almost darker olive green slits. His underside is mostly white, and his tail is white, with tanish brown stripes and a black tip. All his legs and paws are huge and white, except for his right forepaw, which is striped with almost orange brown. Also on his right forepaw, one of his toes is gone, and there are many scars along his leg, as if something was first getting a good grip on it, then dragged him. The back of his left ear is severely wounded. His tail is kinked in many places, and at the tip it is rough and dirty, from being dragged in the dirt. Also on his muzzle, the skin you can see is mostly black from frostbite. As his muzzle is uncovered even in winter, it's very open to the cold. ((Woot! 11 Scentences! XD ))

Personality:

Scarclaw is a tough, strong warrior. His personality is not simple, though. Although he seems to be very loyal to his clan, he seems to be stealthy too. He, of course, always looks as if he's keeping a secret, and often rushes through things and pads to the Warrior den. Even though all this makes him seem like a disloyal traitor, he really fights for his clan, and hunts well. He obeys the Warrior code all the time (as far as everyone knows.) He always seems to be longing for something. Most cats believe its a higher rank, but others believe its a mate. And some of the elders believe its death. No one knows, no one dares to ask. ((Woot! 10 Scentences! XD ))

History:

Scarclaw was originally a rogue kit, though before he was even a moon old, his mother hid him in the back of StormClan's nursery. One of the tortoise shell queens, about to give birth, discovered him, and hid him until she gave birth to her 3 little kits, and added him in. Everyone was a little suspicious, because he was larger than the other kits, but they couldn't accuse her of anything, because she had licked his eyes shut and covered most of him while he suckled off her. After he was made an apprentice, no one was suspicious, for he was a loyal clan cat, and eager to help and hunt for the clan.

Role Playing Example:

Scarclaw tensed behind the small boulder. The huge rabbit had just leaped infront of it, and he knew it would be an easy catch. It couldn't move fast, and In the time it took him to pounce on it over the rock, it couldn't get away. Or could it? Scarclaw thought to himself. He crouched down, dropping his jaw to drink in the scent of his prey. He bunched his muscles together, pressing his huge paws into the cold morning earth, unsheathing his white claws, and forcing all his strength into thrusting himself down onto the rabbit. The rabbit dazed under his crushing paws, he lifted his injured forepaw and delivered a finishing blow to it's skull. He pressed down hard one last time on its ribcage, then cautiously stepped back. He inspected the motionless body, then swept it up into his fierce jaws. He padded silently away from the rock, toward the camp. On his way, he dug up a magpie, and a squirrel, his earlier catches. He dropped his fresh-kill at the entrance to the camp, calling down for assistance. Immediately, a small apprentice came bounding up to the entrance, grinning cheerfully. Scarclaw took the Rabbit and magpie, and the apprentice took the squirrel. Together they dropped the freshkill on the freshkill pile, and Scarclaw nodded a thanks to the young she-cat.

Codeword: Rapids.
Other:

Nupe.

[xxdarky.]

Accepted.