SHADOWHEART - warrior of pineclan

[Lucht]

NAME | Shadowheart
SEX | Tom
AGE | 46 moons or 3.5 years, ~31 human years

RANK | Warrior
CLAN | previously Frostclan, now Pineclan (see history)

BELIEFS | Raised in heathen Frostclan so, like most of Pineclan, he doesn't believe in Starclan, fate, or destiny

PARENTS |

mother, Whiteear (deceased)
father, Oakpelt (exiled)

SIBLINGS |

litter sister, Swiftkit (missing, presumed deceased)
litter brother, Blackkit (deceased)

MATE | xxx
CRUSH | xxx
KITS | xxx

APPRENTICE | xxx



NOTE | Based on my lovely tom, Sampson <3 If anything needs to be changed, please feel free to say!

APPEARANCE |

As a very large tom, Shadowheart often surprises enemies with his agility; most smaller cats couldn't move so fast! His thick black coat covers a lithe bod, giving him the appearance of a much bulkier cat but still allowing him speed from long legs and a large frame for strong muscles. Decently strong for his size, he's a well-known fighter among both his own clan and the other clans of the homeland. He has coat which is black with white on the chest, muzzle and toes. His stunning yellow-green were inherited from his mother and his huge size comes from his well-known warrior father.

PERSONALITY |

Decidedly loyal and courageous almost to the point of having a hero-complex, Shadowheart would give anything to keep his clan thriving, happy and healthy. Though it makes him an amazingly dedicated warrior, his determination to keep the clan safe has put him in too many tight spots for Pineclan to recognize him as the excellent warrior he is; his weakness is definately his lack of judgement. Unfortunately, Shadow also seems to realizes exactly how pleasing he is to look at. An incorrigible flirt and hopeless ladies man, he often finds himself flirting even with she-cats he doesn't necessarily find attractive... Because of this he's had many romances, but doesn't think he's ever actually been in love. From the loss of his parents, Shadow has major abandonment issues...

Driven since youth by the injustice of his mother's death and the guilt of his father's crimes, Shadowheart harbors a most incredible need for chivalry and justice. His code of ethics won't let him fight females, wounded cats, elders... Well, any cat he considers to be at a disadvantage (even if they could totally kick his butt). Sure he'll defend himself, but he'd never raise a paw to them; in his eyes they deserve all the respect and honour he could possibly give.

SKILLS |

- Renowned fighter
- Foreign fighting style (surprises enemies)
- Exceptionally quick & agile
- Fiercely loyal & courageous
- Very strong

WEAKNESSES |

- Won't follow orders he doesn't ethically agree with
- Hopeless ladies man (won't fight against she-cats)
- Never taught to hunt (Frostclan she-cats hunted - see history)
- Too honourable in battle (won't attack a fleeing or "unprepared" enemy)
- Unable to swim (too large & fur too heavy when wet)
- Pathetic at climbing trees

HISTORY |

Unlike most cats found in these parts, Shadowheart wasn't raised or trained a warrior in the forest. He was born in the harsh north to a heathen group of cats calling themselves Frostclan. Though they were structured very similarly to the clans here in the south, many of the roles had very different names. Kits and apprentices were the same, but queens were known as den mothers and warriors were soldiers. The cats of Frostclan were mainly long-haired to help them stay warm through the long harsh leafbares common to the region.

Shadowheart's first memory is one of terror and freezing cold. Stuck in the snow as a tiny kit laying against his wounded mother's bloody belly, he saw his father kill his litter brother, Blackkit, and carry away his litter sister, Swiftkit. Brought back to the Frostclan camp by one of the clan's heathen soldiers, tiny Shadowkit was left to be taken care of by the few clan den mothers. Only a short while later, his mother died. Never very close to his own family because of this, he was raised by the clan as a whole and this made him both fiercely loyal and extremely social.

Only as an apprentice did Shadow learn what brought about the events of his earliest memory. His father, a well-known soldier of his northern homeland, was discovered to have kits in two other clans as-well as having his newborn litter in Frostclan. For the shame he brought the clan, he was stripped of his name and driven out of the camp. Heartbroken, his Frostclan mate Whiteear swore to raise their newborn kits with dignity and honour; she wouldn't let their father's soiled reputation affect her kits and their way with the clan. Though, however honourable her intentions, they were never seen realized. In the night, her mate returned and attempted to kill her and her kits. Though an accomplished soldier herself, Whiteear was mortally wounded and left to witness the death of her son and the kitnapping of her daughter; only by laying ontop of her youngest son had he been saved from his father's wrath.

Rising through the ranks, Shadowheart's skill as a soldier was evident but the soiled shadow of his father's disgrace darkened every achievement. Even having been a soldier for many moons, most of the elders treated him like a criminal and a murderer. Eventually, he just couldn't put up with the shame his father's ruin had brought. With heavy paws, he left his homeland forever. After seasons of lonely travel, he found his way to the forest territory of a newly formed Pineclan and offered his services as a soldier there. His foreign style of battle and his extensive training made him a precious catch for the small heathen clan and Gingerstar, desperately in need of warriors, agreed to take him in. It a number of moons but the clan finally began to accept him though his foreign manner still keeps him somewhat alienated and Gingerstar remains difficult to please.