Post by Pyro on Jun 28, 2009 10:39:20 GMT -5
Down the hill fell Jack and Jill
And you came tumbling after
Name | Rabbitheart
Gender | Tom
Age | 30 moons
Rank | Warrior
Clan | StreamClan
Beliefs| Rabbitheart doesn't really think about whether or not there's a higher power. He's never seen anything that would imply that there isn't...but at the same time he's never seen anything that would imply that there is. For him belief is really up in the air.
Parents | Sadiki [f x unknown x np] Chigaru [m x unknown x np]
Siblings | Kelsa[f x unknown x np]
Sasha [f x unknown x np]
Rave[m x unknown x np]
Other Kin | Harefang [f x alive x dc]
Mate | Not Yet
Crush | Not Yet
Kits | Not Yet
Apprentice/Mentor | Not Yet
Appearance |Rabbitheart is tall and lanky, and what he lacks in muscle he makes up for in speed and agility. Though he is skinny, he can still give a cat a run for their money in a fight, at least until they manage to pin him. His gait, because of his long legs and stride, is very smooth.
Rabbitheart's short fur is an orange-ish brown, fading to a light cream at his face and belly. The stripes on his legs, face, and tail gradually become less visible as they move up toward his body, finally disappearing when they reach his belly, neck, and rump respectively. His orange eyes are framed by tan bands which allow them to stand out even more than they already do against his fur.
Personality | Rabbitheart is very laid-back. It takes a lot to rile him, because he's...just not an angry cat. The combination of rashness and rage just does not go well with a cat with a little less muscle behind his might than most. It's best to just let go and not let things bother you as much as they're intended to.
Very accepting of the workings of the world, Rabbitheart has given up on the concepts of 'fairness' or 'justice'. Are there situations where something may turn out in a wronged cat's favor? Sure. But it's not like some unseen entity is trying to make sure they 'get what they deserve'. In any case, what's fair for one cat isn't going to be fair for another, and no matter what you do there's always going to be someone who doesn't like it. It's a waste of time to pause and consider trivial thing like honor or how fair something is. In the end you can only live your life and hope everything works out...which it most likely won't.
Since becoming disillusioned with 'honor', Rabbitheart has been very pessimistic. He thinks everything that can go wrong will. He does not, however, have an issue with this. After all, that just how the world works in his eyes.
'Does what needs to be done' describes Rabbitheart to a T. There's not much he won't do, especially if it means his survival. When his old gang fell to cannibalism he joined right in. It was eat his own kind or starve...and death by starvation wasn't quite so appealing as a full belly. Rabbitheart didn't even balk at turning on his own clanmates. It was either him or them, and the way he saw it, it might as well be them.
Having been in a gang for most of his life, Rabbitheart is used to having the company of other's. Though not lonely enough to join a clan, he's usually willing to talk to just about anyone. Unfortunately, his sarcasm and pessimistic views, depending on the subject, are really only for the more patient.
Skills | Rabbitheart is a fast and agile fighter. His hunting skills are decent, but could use some work, especially as far as tracking is concerned.
History | "I don't know if he has any parents, Rifle. I just found him there."
"Well, I suppose we can't jus' leave him...Felicia can take another kit, can't you?"
"Of course I can. Fang, bring him here."
The day he was saved was a blur. But damn if he didn't remember the cats who took him in. How could he, though? He was in a gang together with them from that point on.
Seemingly abandoned by his parents (it was more likely that he wandered off, but hey, who's gonna check?), Fletcher was picked up as a kit by Rifle's gang. Or rather, Fang, his second. The knowledge of why exactly had saved him never left his mind, and Fletcher as they dubbed him, grew close to Fang and his sister, Felicia. They raised him like he was their own brother, and in time the gang became his family. The only family he would ever know or could ever remember. But he was always closer to Fang than any of the rest of them.
Two years later, after Fang murdered Rifle and took over the gang, Fletcher supported him more than any of the new leader's 'helpers' who aided him in disposing of Rifle. In his eyes Fang could do no wrong. Fang told him he killed Rifle because honor demanded it. Rifle would lead the gang to ruin. Fang could save it and make it greater than it had ever been under the ex-leader's leadership...and of course Fletch believed him.
"Life, Fletch, is about doing what you need to to survive. I needed to kill Rifle, so I did."
Over the course of the next few years they did a lot of things that 'needed' to be done, whether it was stealing from queens with kits because they were 'bad' to killing elders because they 'might do the same'. Other members of the gang, most predominantly Grant and Abigail, two cats from Rifle's days as leader, balked at such things, only staying in the gang because they could not return to their old lives. Fletcher, however, stayed because to him, their was no other option and for him, he there never would be. Fang was his brother, and Fang wouldn't lie to him. If he said it was necessary, then it was.
"See, Fletch? I said I'd make this gang great and I did. This town was our's for the taking, and look now: it's all our's. Rifle couldn't have done that could he?"
"Never, sir. Never."
The gang's travel's finally brought them to a town. They recruited members for a few weeks until he gang was large enough to take the town for their own with little to no resistance to the remaining kittypets and loners. At first things were wonderful. There was plenty of food, the weather was nice...but all good things must come to an end.
Leafbare was fast approaching and the gang's greed and wanton manner of eating and usually wasting food brought scarcity along with the cold weather. Suddenly things weren't so great anymore. It was time for more 'necessities'.
"We are the most honorable cats of this town. I have tried, as you all well know, to teach those outsiders our ways...but still they refuse to listen. They must be killed to rid this town of filth...and to satisfy our hunger. We must those outsiders prosper, when we, superior in every way, must suffer?"
Did they have any choice? No. Besides, how could Fang be wrong? But there were only so many 'outsiders', even less when some cats were began to escape.
"It has come to my attention that some of our rank doubt me. We cannot have doubt in these hard times. I invite those of you who are loyal to be to prove it by disposing of these doubters. Only with unity can we overcome these harsh times."
How could anyone in their right minds doubt his brother? How could anyone jeopardize the gang my being disloyal? Fletcher began to kill those who he had once called 'friend'. Wherever Fang pointed him, he went. Whoever Fang asked him to kill, he killed. When Fang began to suspect him of treachery he killed even more until he had his brother's trust again.
But one day...he stopped.
"Sir?"
"Wh- oh, it's only you Fletcher. Do you need a new assignment? Because they're everywhere...Everywhere. I can feel their eyes, they're just waiting for me to drop my guard for one second, waiting to kill me. They can't kill me...they can't..."
"No sir that's not what I came to-"
"They've figured me out haven't they, Fletch? They know...And they know that I know that they know...and that's what they're coming to kill me for."
"Know what, sir?"
"That's it's all a lie. Everything's a lie! They know I have nothing, and they're coming to get me because of it."
"But sir you still have your honor, right?"
"Honor, Fletcher? Ha. Nothing was ever about honor. You think all this is honorable? You think I did all this because I believe that? I just told them all that so they'd obey me. You know that..."
Suddenly it wasn't honor or Fang anymore for Fletcher. He couldn't trust either of those things. The only thing he could trust was himself. The only thing he could do was what he had to. He stayed in the gang and watched it fall. Fang's paranoia grew daily, until he believed everyone was against him. He sent cats after others only to send another them. Soon the gang was in pieces, either dead or unwilling to follow their insane leader anymore.
Fletcher moved on after his brother died. Fletch 'hadn't known' yarrow was quite so poisonous. He thought it 'help' him. It didn't. But that was just as well. His travels soon brought him to his old home. There he found his mother and one of his siblings, Sasha.
"When you go, would you take my kit?"
"Your...kit?"
"Yes, please taker her. I heard about these 'clans of cats'...I think she'll have a better life there. You may wander by them..."
Fletcher did happen to wander by them with his niece. Unfortunately they got separated while spying on the clancats as they divided into four groups. Fletcher ended up joining StreamClan after being caught by a patrol looking for his niece. Figuring a similar patrol would find her, he trained to become a warrior, finally taking the name Rabbitheart.
No amount of training, however, could make him respect the warrior code.
"What a useless piece of trash..."
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp