relic,,rogue. [WiP!]

[blackbuck]

&&sex male.
&&age thirteen moons.
&&ranking rogue.

&&parents mother;sheeba. father;deertalon.
&&littermates sister;rain.
&&crush none.
&&mate none.
&&kits none.

&&beliefs "i've never thought about where dead cats go, really. i guess there could be something up in the sky where they go, but i don't believe they come down and talk to live cats; i mean, they're dead, right? so, starclan sounds like a pretty mouse-brained idea. but, i'm not going to fight over it; it doesn't mean that much to me. i'll just live my life here on the land, and go where i must after death."

&&skills skilled at hunting and tracking.

&&appearance relic, from his appearance, doesn't look like he'd be a hater. he looks like a cute kittypet, more like it. his thick and fluffy fur is light grey, giving him a soft and defenseless look.

&&persona relic's not the most truthful cat; he's actually one of the least. he'll tell lies even if they don't need to be told, usually just doing it for the 'fun' of watching others suffer. he loves the thrill of stalking cats, preferably ones he doesn't know. it's a knack of his that he often practices, but hardly ever gets caught doing. relic's never actually killed a cat, but his dark personality could persuade any cat to think he had. he has tried, actually, multiple times, but ended up losing his prey due to miscellaneous reasons. relic's not a trusting cat; it could take seasons for him to finally open up to you just the slightest bit. he always thinks everyone's out to get him; he often checks his back to make sure no one's following.

&&history darkheart hissed at the newborn kit, the only one in it's litter. "only one! curse starclan." the tom cursed to the clan in the skies. another cat laying in a nest awoke from the hiss, "what're you doing darkheart?" the kit's mother asked. "oh, uh, nothing, air." by their names, you could tell one was of the clans and one was not. "how about we name our kit from the clans, so that piece of you can stay with us always?" the she-cat mewled. "sure. what about deertalon? i'd always liked the name." turns out, relics father was never a clan cat, though his name stated otherwise. but, he did indeed have clan lineage, a trait he didn't seem to proud of.

relic's eyes opened, revealing thick trees, and a mewling kit beside him. "shut up, rain." relic hissed, closing his eyes again. "where'd mom go?!" relic stood, and glared at rain. "she left us, rain; she's not coming back. now, if you won't shut your mouth, i'll leave you too." he threatened, and she was instantly quieted. "finally." relic's eyes closed again, with a new hatred for all his family hanging in his heart.

older relic washed the grief of his sister away by telling himself he had hated her and was glad she was gone. his mind was corroded with hate and the lust to kill, bringing him into the clans' territory. where he happened to be was a place called meadowclan, and his mind was too blurred with murderous thoughts to think about what he was doing. he spotted a cat, one about his age, six moons. He stalked the cat to the borders of the clan's territory, and lunged, a hiss drowning out the crackle of leaves underpaw. hatred toward his family, and hatred toward the world itself, sharpened his fighting instincts, as he slashed at the cat's neck. it yowled in protest and scratched his eye, causing blood to well up and drip from his face. relic's claws lashed out, hitting flesh, and tearing it. the cat fled, yowling in pain and fear, and relic didn't feel the need to give chase; the cat was already badly wounded, and his thoughts were soothed by the fun in his new little 'game' that'd he'd be playing more and more often.