Pebbleclaw [A shattered heart]

[Puddyluff]

Name |
Pebble Pebbleclaw
Gender |
Tom

Age |
36 moons

Rank |
Warrior

Clan l
FogClan

Beliefs|
Even though Pebbleclaw was a kittypet that had no belief in any sort of thing, Pebbleclaw, after he joined FogClan, he knew that StarClan really exists, and they come to medicine cats and some lucky leaders who gets the chance tospeakto them, to tell the future, or to warn them about danger that is about to come upon them. That was pretty unusual for a kittypet. He knows that when a cat from any clan dies, they become one of the stars each night. Pebbleclaw does believe StarClan, and he takes pity in PineClan because most of them do not believe in StarClan. He calls them, The non-believers. He is one of the cats that thinks to himself, Oh StarClan, what have I done wrong? At bad times and thinks, Thank StarClan! When fortunate things occur to him. However, he doesn't spend so much time thinking of StarClan and their powers. He hunts and fights for the Clan, and for now, thats what matters to him the most. If he thinks about StarClan more than his Clanlife, he believes that he won¡¯t be a good warrior, because being a warrior also means fight and hunting for the clan. He wants to speack to StarClan, too, but they rarely come in dreams, and he can¡¯t speack to them whenever he wants. That makes him a little suspicious about StarClan, but after he thinks about that, he pulls himself back together and meows to himself, ¡°StarClan is real. I know it is.¡±

Parents |
Mother: Amanda [NP]
Father: Adamu [NP]

Siblings |
Eagle [dead]

Other Kin |
None

Mate |
Not yet

Crush |
Not yet

Kits |
Not yet

Apprentice/Mentor |
Not yet

Appearance |
Pebbleclaw is a tom with faint gray spots, and white fur. His gray spots look like pebbles sitting on the beach, the round small ones, and his white fur is as white as snow. His eyes are amber, a warm color for other cats, usually, but because of Pebbleclaw¡¯s cold gaze at everything, his warm eyes transforms into cold eyes when he meets another cat¡¯s eyes while stalking by. Another thing is that it could detect quick movement that passes by him. Pebbleclaw's legs are not completely white, because he has a white leg, with some gray spots and stripes above his white fur. His tail isn't fluffy like it used to be when he was a kittypet, but it isn¡¯t scruffy, just a nice smooth, thin tail that can bend and drop and move up high. His tail is white, shading darker and darker to black as it gets near the tip of his tail. His ears are pure white which is the same color as his pelt underneath those faint gray spots. He is just a little smaller than normal cats, but he was born like that. When he was born, he was smaller than his brother, Eagle. Although his parents did worry once in a while, comparing Eagle to Pebbleclaw, he still didn¡¯t care. Size doesn¡¯t matter to him, nowadays.

Personality |
You may thinks that Pebbleclaw is a nice, wise, cat that helps other cats when they need it. But it is not. Almost the opposite. Pebbleclaw is a proud cat, although sometimes, other cats may sense something aggressive, mean, and something dark stained deep in his heart. Bullying, is not a word that would fir him perfectly, though. Kits may think like that, because they are young, and Pebbleclaw doesn¡¯t really care for them. He is only mean when other cats start a bad conversation that makes a fight between them. Otherwise, he just thinks to himself. Independent is a nice word that suits him nicely. He thinks to himself, meows to himself, and he doesn't share his mouse except when he is asked. Usually no one really does that, but in special occasions, he is asked to share a mouse or any other prey he got in his paws. Pebbleclaw seems to hate anything that gets in his way, especially when he wants to be alone, and if a cat doesn't get out of his way, then who knows what will happen? That never really happened before, because usually most cats feel nothing close to him. He likes to spend most of the time sitting outside the camp, staring at the moon, though, no one knows what he is actually thinking about. Perhaps his memory of his weak shoulder, maybe he was thinking about his young age, when he was in his bed, safe and cozy, there with her mother and her father. He doesn't do anything harmful to another cat. He never hurts anybody, except in battles, but some cats may annoy him by asking him many questions about the past, especially about his shoulder bones, and all he does is snap the cat out of his way. No cat knows why he is so vile and mean sometimes. Everyone knows that he was once a happy cat full of enthusiasm, and then he lost it just one day. But lets go back to the beginning; Pebbleclaw a proud cat, and he shouldn't be punished for it.

Friends are useless. That is one thing Pebbleclaw thinks about sometimes. Love is nothing. Thats another thing he added to the list when he was forced to attack a she-cat from StreamClan that he used to love. He found that even if he found a perfect mate, it was just so his kits would turn out as fierce as him. Together, they can rule the forest. He never thought about being a leader. Just FogClan. FogClan would rule the forest, leaving all the other clans to scram for other spots, where they won¡¯t bother FogClan.

So, for example, if a kit or an apprentice suddenly stalks in front of him, and asks anything about the time of his weak shoulder bone, he would hiss out, "Do you think this has anything to do with you?" and then if the cat replies, saying no, then he would growl, "Then get out'a my way. You're just wasting my breath. Do you want me to waste my breath? Well, it seems so!" And if there was fire outside the camp, what he would do first is save his own life. He thinks, If a cat can't save his own life, then he doesn't deserve to be a part of FogClan. He wouldn't really die for his clan. His life is more important than the clan, or so he thinks. He wouldn't spend a minute to save any cat first. He is first, then the others. I deserve more respect than any other cats in FogClan, he thinks to himself over and over again. If only I could do something so that everyone would look up to me¡¦

He was never really nice to anybody younger than him. If he was in a good mood, maybe a faint smile barely seen. Nobody thinks he ever smiled before. If he was in a bad mood, he would ignore the cat and stalk away.

Skills |
Pebbleclaw's two skills are not the opposite, but it sure isn't the same. He has great skills in fighting. However, his hunting skills aren't as good as his fighting skills. But you can say that he is a really good fighter. His weak shoulder had once affect his hunting skills, because he was limping and he was too loud and slow for any sort of prey, but, his weak shoulder made Pebbleclaw more determined to hunt after he was able to walk and run with the help of the she-cat. That helped him, so he isn¡¯t bad at hunting anymore. He used to be, but not anymore. Not at all.
History |
When Pebbleclaw was a kit, he was unlike what he is now. He had been a good kit would tons of enthusiasm. All day he would talk about how good his life was going to be, warm and cozy, in a house. There would always be a full bowl, a metal bowl with wet kitty crunchies. The metal bowl would have his name carved into it, just like his mother¡¯s red bowl. That's right, he was born a kittypet, owned by a big family. When he was about 11 moons, his enthusiasm didn't stop until one day, when he fell off a tree and stood up again with a weak shoulder. He had to limp in order walk. Pebble was full of sorrow, and he wouldn't even speak until one day, while he was taking a walk outside his house, limping, a beautiful white she-cat that found him from the StreamClan border helped him swim in the water to make him walk, and after a couple more practices, he even got to run. And no one knew how he was getting better. No one knew that he was meeting a StreamClan cat, not even his mother. Instantly, he decided to join a random clan and chose FogClan, as a warrior. He became to respect the warrior codes and StarClan completely. Finally, when he became a warrior that was able to fight, he was as good as new, but Pebbleclaw wasn't happy- he became vile. Some cats still say that embarrassment was the only reason for how he acts now. Although every cats know that he still has a long way to go, no one knows what will happen to him. So does Pebbleclaw. He doesn't think about the future. He just follows whatever StarClan leads him to.