Smokefur

[Poizuun]

Name |

Smokekit. Smokepaw Smokefur.

Gender |

Tom.

Age |

Forty moons.

Rank |

Warrior.

Clan |

FogClan.

Beliefs |

Smokefur is very much a believer in StarClan. He trusts them to watch over himself and his Clan and all of the other StarClan believers. He likes trusting in them that they will lead his Clan to greatness and he doesn't know what he would do without them leading his leader. However, his trust only lies with Owlstar. He does not believe a single thing that Miststar says and sees her as just another Brownstar in the making. Though he didn't follow his ex-leader when she was driven out, he will fight for her when the time comes.

Parents |

Snowfur: Mother (NP)
Firefoot: Father (NP)

Siblings |

Redtail: Brother (NP)
Patchtail: Sister (NP)
Finchclaw: Brother (NP)

Other Kin |

None.

Mate |

None yet.

Crush |

None yet.

Kits |

None yet.

Apprentice |

Dovepaw.

Appearance |

Smokefur is a big, burly, and stocky cat. His legs are somewhat short, but seem even shorter beneath his long coat. They are thick and strong, ending in wide paws with fully equipped claws. His back is long with a somewhat upward curve into it and ending in his long tail. His body is extremely heavy, packed with muscle and thick fur, which is an extreme advantage to him. His fur is extremely thick and long and of a nice slate-gray color. It is only slightly darker where it is shorter, such as on his face and legs, and you can actually see tabby stripes where this fur is shorter. However, it grows in especially thick on his neck and body, becoming lighter and losing the stripes. His fur is rather coarse to the touch, but very cushioned and pillow-y also, because of his thick undercoat. Smokefur definitely thrives in the coldest of temperatures and they are probably what cause his greatest moods. Smokefur also has these nice big tufts of fur between his toes that also insulate his paw pads when it is cold. His face is strong and handsome, somewhat slender with a longer muzzle. However, the thick fur framing his face offsets the actual slenderness of his skull. His ears are rounded, but long, with long plumes sticking out of them that match his long whiskers and eyebrows. His eyes are usually in a relaxed, somewhat closed position and have a slight hardness to them, but it is a more stoic look, than intimidating. His eyes are a pale green-yellow color. He also has a few, barely noticeable, scars littered about his face and jaw.

Personality |

Ah, Smokefur. He’s a friendly-enough cat that you can have a nice chat with him if you feel so inclined, and he may even seek you out if he’s feeling like shooting the breeze. However, on the outside he doesn’t really seem like the type to get extremely attached to any one cat, and he usually doesn’t. He does have his friends, though, and even his best friends, but he’s not the type of cat to get all “ooey-gooey, mushy-gushy” emotional-talk with his friends. Smokefur, if he was human, would be the type to talk about hunting, fishing, and cars and little else. He is an intellectual cat that keeps a level head about situations, even when faced with adverse situations that he doesn’t quite like to be in. His voice will drop just a little bit (just to add a touch of intimidation) and he will talk more calmly and slowly than usual, but those are about the only signals that will show his dislike of a situation. Otherwise, he is a pretty cool and relaxed cat.

The loyalty that Smokefur has is insurmountable. He loves his Clan as if it were his own brother, which he really feels like it is. That’s another thing, Smokefur considers FogClan “his” in a way. He has no ambitions of taking over and getting rid of the leader and deputy, but he just wants to see it run efficiently and wants to do just about everything in his power to help it run efficiently. Without his Clan, he would not be who he is. With his Clan, he feels like he’s something important and when someone says “Thank you,” he all but floats to his next destination. He may not seem like it on the outside, but he is so attached to his Clan, he would never go against them. The only thing that he would change about his Clan is Miststar. He has an unrelenting hatred of her and what she did to Owlstar. He holds an immense amount of respect for his “ex” leader (especially for what she did for him in the past) and doesn’t believe a word that Miststar says about StarClan giving her visions. He wanted to leave with Owlstar, though. He wanted to go wherever she went, but he didn’t want to leave “his” Clan, either, so he stayed behind, feeling like he could actually help her more by staying behind, rather than going with her.

Smokefur is not only a strong cat physically, but also mentally. His past saw to that. He can withstand about any physical or emotional abuse to himself without even flinching. He will stand and take whatever you throw at him, however, he can’t bear to see someone he cares about being hurt in any way, shape, or form. His heart breaks to see a friend in pain, but he also distances himself from that cat until they are better. He could be able to look at his reflection and see half of his face hanging off and not be phased, but seeing a single scratch anywhere on one of his friends, he about has a mental breakdown. Smokefur is protective of those he cares about and that is why he is protective of his Clan.

Skills |

One really wouldn’t consider “fur-growing” a skill until you meet Smokefur. He was born and bred for snowy climates and it shows in his double-layered coat, which he keeps in tip-top condition. He can outlast his other, shorthaired Clanmates in the snow for hours, making him a huge asset to his Clan in winter, however, he also becomes rather useless in the summer because of his dense coat. It thins out, of course, but nothing too severe. He becomes so hot (even to the touch) in direct sunlight that by mid-morning he’s panting. Smokefur wouldn’t trade this special fur of his in for anything, though, because aside from it being a definite asset in cold temperatures, it also protects him in fights. Because it grows especially long and thick around his neck and on his body, other cats and animals that wish to harm him have a hard time reaching his vital areas, such as his windpipe. They really have to work and dig to get to the skin, but by this time, Smokefur has used his large size and strength to overpower the cat and inflict his own damage. Smokefur is extremely strong and an excellent fighter, however, he has neither the legs nor the lung capacity for running. Other than his extremely thick coat, he also has an extremely heavy body to carry around that wears him out quickly, either sprinting or distance running. He can obviously get where he needs to go when he needs to and in a timely fashion, but if you need a message delivered ASAP, then it’s better to leave the job for a lighter cat.

History |

kithood

Anyone that knows Smokefur’s past cannot say it was a very happy one. From the beginning he was different. His mother was a pretty white she-cat named Snowfur, and his father was a handsome tom named Firefoot, all from ForestClan. He had older siblings, two brothers, named Redtail and Finchclaw, and a sister named Patchtail. Can you see where this is going? Smokekit was a single litter of one gray kit out of a red father and a white mother, with red and white siblings. Something fishy had gone on somewhere, somehow and Firefoot knew it, especially because he and Snowfur hadn't mated since their second oldest son was born. However, the tom would never go to his mate and slander her and accuse her of adultery, so he just took to singling out Smokekit at any opportune moment, from the time he was a young kit. His brother Finchkit was not all that much older than Smokekit, not even an apprentice when he was born, but it was obvious whom their father preferred. If Finchkit played too rough with Smokekit and Smokekit cried out, Firefoot would loosely reprimand Finchkit and then when Snowfur looked away, he would deliver Smokekit a quick cuff to the ears and tell him to toughen up. It was like this all through Smokekit’s time as a kit. Firefoot even started blaming Finchkit’s mistakes on Smokekit, always out of sight of Snowfur. If he came back with scratches or bruises, Smokekit was forced to tell his mother that he was just play-fighting with Finchkit If Smokekit talked back or cried out during a beating, he would just get beat harder. From a just shy of apprentice age on, Smokekit learned to deal with pain silently.

apprenticeship

Smokekit hoped and prayed that being an apprentice would take him from his father’s wrath, but he couldn’t escape. He would try and avoid Firefoot as much as possible, making up excuses that he was going training and just disappear from camp for hours until dusk, praying no one came looking for him. Sometimes they did and would bring him back to camp. He would always get a stern talking-to from his mentor about the dangers and how everyone was worried about him, but what he feared the most was what was coming next. A talking-to from Firefoot. Which always equated to his paw talking to Smokepaw’s ears and face. However, it was the days that he wasn’t able to get away that Smokepaw dreaded the most. If Firefoot was able to catch him and nonchalantly ask him about his training, Smokepaw knew what was coming for him. Firefoot would ask him to go out to the training hollow and show him what he had learned. The larger and more-experienced tom would then make Smokepaw nearly fight for his life in their “sparring” matches. When Firefoot felt like it had been enough, he would take Smokepaw back to camp and immediately be taken care of while Firefoot explained that he’d “accidentally” been too rough when he was trying to help Smokepaw improve his fighting skills.

There was one day, though, when Firefoot was just getting started on his physical tirade against Smokepaw when a fellow apprentice, Owlpaw, who was just a couple of moons older than him, saw what Firefoot was doing and jumped in, helping Smokepaw. To Smokepaw then, it seemed like she was the only one that really knew what was going on and would ever help him. From that point, Smokepaw pretty much idolized Owlpaw and they actually became friends, even though Smokepaw hardly approved of Brownfang and his ideals.

Smokepaw eventually got his escape just before his warrior’s ceremony when a bout of GreenCough hit ForestClan, Firefoot was one of the unlucky cats to catch it. While the rest of his family doted upon him and tried to make him as comfortable as possible, Smokepaw just sat back and watched until Firefoot eventually succumbed to the illness.

warriorhood

By the time Smokepaw became a warrior, earning the name Smokefur, Brownfang had succeeded in becoming Brownstar and putting all of his ideas into play. Smokefur was rather content with his life as a warrior, especially since he was free of his father for he first time ever. Where other cats couldn’t see the logic in Brownstar’s rules, Smokefur was able to live more freely than ever before and a crazy leader wasn’t going to take that from him. As the seasons passed, though, he heard through various sources of Cedarclaw’s ideas of seceding. Smokefur wasn’t exactly for it or against it at the time, but when cats just began up and leaving, he became unsettled and started questioning his own thoughts on the way ForestClan was being run. Maybe now, with Firefoot gone, he wouldn’t have to settle for a Clan that he wasn’t completely content with. It was when he saw Owlstorm leave that he knew exactly what he was doing. He followed her, not knowing where they were going or what would happen, but he knew that if Owlstorm was around, he would feel at home.

The journey was long, but Smokefur made it and when it was decided that Owlstorm was to become the leader of FogClan, he knew that he would go with her. It was during this peaceful time that Smokefur truly realized what it was like to live and function in a proper Clan, and he loved it. This was truly the life for him and he wasn't going to give it up for anything or anyone. But then, one day when Smokefur was out hunting, the whole issue with Mistpelt erupted and Owlstar was forced out. When he finally did come back to camp, he saw it in an uproar with Mistpelt preaching to the entire Clan about their "victory." What victory? As he began asking around, he found out the whole story and instantly is hatred for Mistpelt (soon to be Miststar, apparently) erupted. If he had been in camp when it all happened, he would have left. But by now, who knew where everyone had gone so he was stuck alone, now, without the cat that had pretty much saved him and helped him to rebuild his life without even really being involved in the actual rebuilding. Now he is just waiting and looking for cats that feel the same as him about Miststar, but he knows that he has to be careful because her followers could always be in disguise.

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