Post by Chaos on Aug 14, 2009 11:20:06 GMT -5
Name | Ratfang
Gender | Tom
Age | Sixty-four moons.
Rank | Elder
Clan | MeadowClan
Beliefs| Ratfang never believed any of the old tales that the elders had told him as a kit. When he was young, he never thought that his ancestors were in "StarClan." Still living in the Clan with himself as spirits, always watching over him from a closer distance. Having that in his thoughts constantly, Ratfang never wanted someone to protect him. He believed that his ancestors would help him overcome tough challenges.
Parents | {mother}---Whitefoot [deceased] {father}---Slatefur [deceased]
Siblings | {brother}--- Shadowclaw [deceased] {Sister}--- Frostpaw [deceased]
Mate | Never had one.
Crush | A few different she-cats, but never had the guts so make a move.
Kits | Too old.
Apprentice/Mentor | Quailpaw [deceased]
Appearance | Small, gray tabby tom. His fur is very fluffy, but when wet down it shows a skinny cat. Ratfang's chest is speckled with white along the four tabby stripes that go to his sides. His jaws are covered white as well, ending from the top of his throat to the tip of his pink nose. The white around his mouth almost forms a permanent smile, but ends at the base of his cheekbones. Where, in which three black stripes cut it off. The eyes of this cat are a solid, yellow-green, eye-sight is worsening as he ages. He is splashed with a little white around the inside-part of his right eye, leading up to his forehead. Ears are gray, but darker around the edges.
Personality | Ratfang is very snappy. When he wants something to be done for him, he expects it done within a short period of time. This impatient cat is, however, very layed back, wanting to enjoy the his time before it ends. He absolutely despises kits; annoying, demanding, and unruly. He very rarely offers stories to apprentices or kits. Truthfully, because he had never paid attention to the stories he had recieved when he was young.
Skills | Ratfang was one of the best fighters in the Clan. However, very rarely used his claws in battle, due to them being abnormally smaller than average, but still usable. He is very stealthy, but not as much now that he retired to an elder.
History | The tom was born to two very devored parents who wanted the best for him and his siblings. As a kit he was quite a rambunctious little thing. He liked to explore, pester the warriors, get in trouble, I suppose the usually for a healthy kit. When he, Shadowclaw and Frostfang were made apprentices, his siblings snuck out of camp together. It was the time of Frostpaw's journey to end, as Shadowpaw came back to camp frightened, angry, and showing scars from a fox. He'd only told his mother, the leader, and his brother. Shadowpaw felt like the entire ordeal was his fault, and he rarely spoke because everything that he said somehow made him think of his sister.
Ratfang and Shadowclaw grew up together, doing mostly everything with either of them by the others' side. Their mother and father had been in a vicious battle between Clans for more territory, and had been too badly injured protecting the skittish Shadowclaw. They grieved and paid they're respects to their mother and father as warriors. It was then until they were too old to carry out warrior duties much longer. Shadowclaw had died of natural causes some time after retiring, and left Ratfang feeling as alone as ever to this day.