Post by glowlynose on Mar 5, 2010 20:26:44 GMT -5
Russetfang
Name|
Russetfang
Gender|
Tom
Age|
Seventeen Moons
Rank|
Warrior
Clan|
Fogclan
Beliefs|
Russetfang believes in Starclan-- but not overly-so. Just enough where he knows they-- Starclan-- are there, watching over him and his clan, but not to the point where Starclan could possibly even control his fate and destiny. Or Fogclan's, for that matter.
Parents|
Mother: Unknown x Father: Barkclaw (Forestclan Warrior, Condition Unknown) [NP]
Siblings|
Brother: Dustpaw (Forestclan Apprentice, Deceased) and Brother: Mudwhisker (Forestclan Warrior, Deceased).
Other Kin
None.
Mate|
None yet.
Crush|
None yet.
Kits|
None yet.
Apprentice/Mentor|
Falconpaw
Appearance|
Russetfang, a Somali cat, has semi-long dark russet colored fur beginning at the top of his head, back, and tail-- where it fades slowly from that to a thin tan brown, and into a lighter cream color as it moves down to his muzzle, neck, chest, belly, and underneath his startling fluffy tail. His eyes are the color of back-lit green leaves at sundown on a summer day.
On his forehead, there are dark brown-- almost black-- markings shaped as two stripes that seem to guard a crooked rectangular patch smack-dab in the center of his forehead. From their, the dark brown fur makes a bee-line down the center of his back, across his tail and to the very tip of it, where it "caps" the end of of his tail.
The back of his lean, strong legs-- adorned with daint-ish paws-- are a dark brown as well, the side and front of them a normal, light but not too light, brown; the bottom of his paws black with grey paw-pads-- abnormally long claws hide within Russetfang's fur, unable to fully sheath them because of their length.
It makes it awkward to walk around, because of that.
The most eye-popping detail of Russetfang is, of course, his tail-- oddly long, fluffy like a foxes, and oddly colored; too bad the tom's tail gives him no balance whatsoever.
Personality|
A fun, spontaneous, and sadly oblivious-to-what-is-around-him nature is a way to describe the warrior: Russetfang.
He's the "funny guy"-- the tom that cracks all the cheesy jokes, makes life a blast (or tries to) and also tries to rid of all the tension on everyone's shoulders; even going as far as taking up more duties than most of his clanmates. One of Russetfang's quirks is his energetic nature that helps him get through the day, and usually gives his fellow-felines boosts of inspiration to finish what they started.
Unexpected-- Russetfang could switch from discussing battle tactics to butterflies in a second, and brings up the subjects randomly; or blurts out things unexpectedly. Russetfang, though he has a good heart, is not the best tom for keeping other cat's secrets-- or his own, for that matter. That, and once you think you finally know him, Russetfang makes a completely different turn of direction, and you're once again left wondering how the mind of Russetfang's works.
Well, I can tell you: childishly.
But I don't think his clanmates have figured that out yet, and if they have, they aren't saying anything (yet?).
Russetfang is oblivious to the cats and things around him. Clumsy, he bumps and stumbles into everything in his path-- and sadly, he is either oblivious to the fact that his "go-get'm!" personality is irritating sometimes, or chooses to ignore it. Either way, he's blind to the information that: not everyone likes him, or wants to be "zany" like himself.
Very blind indeed-- he never notices sarcasm, or when it's aimed at him; Russetfang probably doesn't even know what "rude" means, and when someone is talking "meanly" to one of his clanmates for he/she, he'll stick up for them. Being backup, though, is not his forte.
He will usually put the blame on himself if there is an accident, even apologizing for something he didn't do. Russetfang is, and I'm sad to say: easy to manipulate and use to a enemy cat's (or anyother cat's) advantage.
Though sometimes-- just sometimes-- you see a glint of intelligence in his eyes; like he's seen...everything. The bad everything. Russetfang, sometimes gives off the vibe "too much bad is too much witnessed".
This passes, though, and Russetfang is frighteningly cheery once again.
Of course, I must give you fair warning: Russetfang may seem friendly and anti-violent... but his anger...
Truthfully, Russetfang is a spiteful cat inside. Slowly grown bitter from the deaths of his brothers: cheery on the outside. A mask, you could say.
Cliche sounding, yes I know-- but the truth stands before you.
Russetfang is a very angry-- hateful-- tom, and when you push his buttons too much-- which takes a lot of effort, let me tell you-- he becomes someone else intirely. He becomes... savage.
Vicious and barbaric seem to fit the bill very nicely. He's oblivious to who he harms in his "episodes"-- the first time it happend was hopefully the last time it happens.
But you just never know....
Then again: this is Russetfang we're talking about. And he hasn't had an "episode" since the journey.
Yet.
Skills|
You would think, with his long claws, strong legs, and long tail, that Russetfang would be a great fighter-- but, noooo; he's far too clumsy for that! Instead, he can barely protect himself, he misses so often-- in fact, he's one of the toms that visits the med. cat often. Very often.
His hunting skills? Not much better-- but he's able to scare of all the prey in forest with his unending crashing around. Does that count as a skill? (:'D *shot*)
Russetfang, as you can tell, is a unexperienced warrior; I would use the excuse "he's a new warrior!" but, no, that wouldn't be right. Russetfang is slightly below average of a new warrior, and should have stayed an apprentice to cover up what he had missed or didn't understand. But he managed to squeeze by, his skills just high enough for him to take his warrior name.
Scouting? Psh. You can just forget it. Tree-climbing is not for a cat with a broken tail.
So, yes-- Russetfang's BEST quality is staying at Fogclan camp and reinforcing it; but that doesn't mean he can't fight or hunt.
It just means he isn't very good at fighting or hunting.
History|
Russetfang-- known as Russetpaw back then-- had been dragged along with his younger brother, Dustpaw, onto the great journey by his older brother Mudwhisker; and at the request of their father, Barkclaw.
[glow=red,2,300]"Mudwhisker, Russetpaw and Dustpaw-- you must go. On the journey-- follow Ravenstar."[/glow] A scraggly brown tom rasped, tail swishing back and forth behind him.
This earned two confused glances from the apprentices, but Mudwhisker kept a steeled look on his face.
[glow=red,2,300]"Father and I have already debated-- all three of us will leave Forestclan and make anew with Ravenstar."[/glow] Mudwhisker didn't pull his punches-- he told them straight off.
[glow=red,2,300]"The three of us?"[/glow] The petite Dustpaw squeaked. [glow=red,2,300]"Daddy-- aren't you coming with us??"[/glow]
The rag-tag somali cat gave Dustpaw a whithered look.[glow=red,2,300]"No. I would not survive the journey-- I am far too old -- but you three aren't. You will survive it. You are young, and healthy; you will live what I cannot. You will... be happy.[/glow] Barkclaw gave a savaged little cough, hackles rising a slightly at the force of the action. Then he continued.
[glow=red,2,300]"Forestclan is... not for you. Not anymore. It was never for you three. It wasn't meant for such sweet toms as yourselves. You must grow up-- live longer-- and battle within a clan with... honor. Morals, even. Forestclan does not have that."[/glow] Barkclaw went into a coughing fit, startling the three sons. Barkclaw flicked his tail to cease what they were going to say.
Russetpaw promptly closed his mouth.
[glow=red,2,300]"Ravenstar... is leaving today. Go with him. Stay healthy-- be strong for eachother. You will survive. I know it!"[/glow] Barkclaw wheezed, eyes squinting.
[glow=red,2,300]"Your mother... would be proud...now go! They're leaving as I we speak!!"[/glow] Barkclaw snapped, sending the three sons scuttling out of the den.
[glow=red,2,300]"Starclan...have mercy."[/glow] And promptly, the old tom begin to silently mourn.
Have Mercy...
Starclan, sadly, did no such thing.
Dustpaw, out of the three, was the first to go. Death by disease. It was a slow, slow death; everyday Dustpaw looked more miserable. And finally, Dustpaw just stopped...breathing.
It left Mudwhisker and Russetpaw disoriented. Dustpaw? Their Dustpaw? ...Dead? No. It couldn't be!
...But it was.
Next was Mudwhisker-- starvation had taken Mudwhisker away from Russetpaw.
Starvation had left Russetpaw utterly alone.
One night, when the duo went to sleep; the next morning, no matter how hard Russetpaw tried.... Mudwhisker did not wake up.
Russetpaw, now that he was brotherless: wanted to die, too.
But death never came.
It was a long, mind-wracking journey-- Russetpaw was quite literally a walking skeleton, gnarled fur clinging to his body like a disgusting dirty brown leach; eyes dull.
Sparkless.
A few days later, the accident happened.
Russetpaw had taken a great fall and broke his tail. At the very base of it. Russetpaw, amazed that he didn't die; kept going. He was in limbo-- autopilot.
[glow=red,2,300]"Starclan... have you no pity?"[/glow] Russetpaw choked, splayed out on his side as he rested; watching the stars.
No pity...
A star winked.
The next day... while the sun was in the middle of the sky; the group of cats stumbled upon something.
...They had stumbled upon... home.
First they had rested, gaining their strength back slowly-- hunting prey that seemed to flourish within the great land they had found.
Shockingly, Russetpaw recuperated faster than you could say "Mouse".
His bright, dazzling-- almost blinding happiness-- had gotten a lot of cats to their feet more quickly than others. When the time came, the group had parted into four-- four clans.
Russetpaw-- promptly given the name Russetfang-- had joined Fogclan. He had hinted quite obiviously, though, that he did not want to be named after his claws or tail-- after all, they were the things that made him stumble around like a kit.
He didn't want to be remembered like that if he died in Fogclan...
But.... perhaps now... now he could be happy.
"Happiness is... a feeling you must search for-- a journey. And eventually you'll find it. I searched, though-- searched and searched and searched. But... I never found happiness." ~ Russetfang
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