Post by ◈ Oceanic ◈ on Mar 11, 2012 0:29:48 GMT -5
Name
Name: Adderstrike
Age: Twenty one moons
Birthday: March 9
Ranking: Warrior
General Information
Physical Description: Adderstrike is a large, hulking brute of a cat. Despite his fair youth, he often looms above most other warriors, with his height greater than his length and width though his proportions do give him a slightly outward appearance.
His short pointed fur is a solid dark brown, with a lighter more creamier variation for the under pelt. The texture of his pelt is smooth, but despite this he can often appear rugged. His bulky silhouette is rippled with fair amounts of endowed muscle, kept concealed within his short fur.
Twin-sets of emerald jewels view the world around him, often with an uninterested dullness that can betray his actual sense of visual dedication to scan every blade of grass and thicket for potential threats and anomalies. He would appear to be quite the handsome fellow, if not for the scars of battles past that litter his embodiment from head to toe.
Personality Description: Adderstrike is no saint, a serial sinner would be more accurate. He has lied, betrayed and even killed a member of his own clan in cold blood, though this is unknown to the rest of his fellow members. To the majority of the clan, Adder is at best neutral and never has a friendly word to say. His words are often blunt and to the point, he speaks his mind and in general is a very hotheaded cat who doesn't hesitate to raise his opinion.
Proud and arrogant, he gives off a very cold and selfless vibe that often puts other cats off him; as a result, Adderstrike spends most of his time in solitude when not accompanying another cat on a patrol, but even then he tends to stray away by himself. Despite his lack of compassion for his clan, he actually puts them first before anything else- Constantly out hunting for the clan and checking the borders, his loyalty seems to be unwavering though at the same time, it is diminishing very slowly. He will not stand for loners, kittypets, other clan cats or rogues in the territory and will stop at no means to chase them off, or even kill them.
A secret tyrant, he belittles all cats that he views as weak or less important than himself, such as Apprentices whom he despises for their apparent naiveness, and treats them like the scum of the Earth even after they've been approved as Warriors. He keeps his violent side contained around the Leader and Deputy, his persona often switching like a light bulb to a more affirmed and dedicated soul who would stop at nothing to please the clan, even if this is performed through a false facade. Adderstrike is extremely ambitious and believes that the clan would run better in his own command, and as a result will stop at nothing in attempt to climb to the top of the pecking order, even if it means plotting the demise of specific cats in order to do so. He acknowledges this will take time, patience and common sense, but beneath all the patience, he is a ticking bomb waiting to explode.
Likes:
- Training for battle
- Pointing out flaws
- fending off rouges and such
Dislikes:
- Being proved wrong
- Cats who are weak and small
- Bugs of any kind
History: Adderstrike was the product of Fallenberry and Vipertalon, a lovable bundle of brown fluff who was the prize of the litter. As a kit he was always optimistic, continuously asking questions and pestering the Elders every single day until the day of his Apprenticeship, on that day however, his young life was to take a drastic turn for the worse. On his 6th moon, he had his ceremony and the leader chose the warrior Badgerclaw to mentor the young cat. At this time, Adderpaw could barely keep his excitement through his silent vigil. As soon as the sun rose, he practically flew to the Warriors den to wake his still sleeping mentor who swiped his ear in annoyance at being awaken at such short notice, Adderpaw was extremely rebuffed by this sharp rejection and spent the entire morning by himself under a sycamore tree, watching it's branches sway above him, he reflected sadly on why his Mentor wasn't as eager as he was to start training. To become the greatest warrior the clan had ever known! His anticipation at such a feat was extreme.
One day at 8 moons, when on a patrol with four other warriors including his Mentor, Adderpaw smelt something that wasn't very familiar. Quietly separating from the older cats, he spotted a shape quivering in the foliage. It was a small tom, who looked extraordinarily skinny. Curiosity overtook the young tom, and as he was about to inquire a voice resonated in the space behind him.
"Excellent, Adder. Now, why don't you show this little scrap the way out, mm?" Badgerclaw chuckled as he moved to the apprentice's side. What he meant was obvious, and the desire to please his Mentor was unexplainable. He had to do it. Without further adue, he rushed forward to meet no resistance as he toppled the weakened stranger over. A few scratches and nips to the opposite side, and finally Adder abruptly released the cat after hearing it yowl in pain. He looked on, confused.
"That was good, but next time.. Hold nothing back, Adderpaw, I expect this and more of you." He hissed.
For a few moons, Adderpaw and his Mentor spent more time together, training in fighting ruthlessly with so much intensity that after every session, Adderpaw was often left worn out until he slowly became used to it, and almost matched his Mentor in his combat skills despite his slightly smaller stature. He was often praised, it was the only thing that kept him so centred on becoming better. Becoming stronger.
Finally at 11 moons, when Badgerclaw bellieved that Adderpaw was ready, without any warning at all he was taken into the Barren Fields and left there. During the time when he was weak after not eating for two days, he encountered an emaciated looking fox, who hardly gave him the nonchalant eye, no, he went straight for Adderpaw. Already weak, Adderpaw was reluctant to fight against such a capable predator, but this fox was only just out of kithood, and just as weak as Adderpaw was without food. But Adderpaw had trained for many, many moons and would not let his efforts go in vain. The struggle between the two lasted for almost an hour, both sides extremely weak and deteriorating, but Adder had obtained many more wounds. His face and flanks had received the most attention, leaving him battered and bloody and close to collapsing, but still he remained standing, too weak to raise another strike against the fox. When he expected the final bite, it didn't come. Adderpaw opened an eye, the fox had vanished and he was by himself, why, he couldn't possibly fathom. He dragged himself to a long-abandoned rabbit hole, curled up and waited to die.
His death never came. The next morning, he was still breathing, still alive, still moving, but with such desolateness that he considered leaving his clan all together. The wounds he had succumbed from the fox were still bleeding slightly and weeping, if he had spent much longer before his Mentor arrived to pick him up, he would've died. Badgerclaw had been extremely disappointed in the state of his battered Apprentice even though he survived, as all the clan seemed to be in Adder's eyes. After receiving his Warrior name, the young tom swore to himself that he would try harder, fight harder and strive harder to please his clan, but at the same time a strange hatred started to brew inside of him, that was aimed mostly toward Badgerclaw for dropping all faith in him.
During a battle between a rival clan, Adderstrike seemed to have the advantage. Now older and a little more larger and experienced, he was quite capable of fighting cats including those who were larger and more experienced than himself. In one particular battle, he spotted his old Mentor being overcome by a group of three cats, Adderclaw waited in the wings, not doing anything to help until he saw the large tom fall to the ground, and the enemy cats move onto their next quarry. Adderstrike approached his ex mentor, glaring down at the beaten tom, and to his surprise could see that he was still breathing.
"Adderpaw.. Help me, get me to the medicine cat." He croaked.
"Adderpaw? I'm not your apprentice anymore, you decaying piece of foxdung." Adderstrike spat mercilessly, the anger that had been contained was starting to overflow, his legs trembled until he finally couldn't bare to contain himself, without checking that any of his own clan was watching him, he lunged down and enclosed his teeth around the back of Baderclaw's skull, applying force until he heard a faint crack. Badgerclaw was dead.
Since then, Adderstrike lives mostly on the side of the clan, not really putting much effort into integrating with them though he still focuses on providing and protecting them, his future plans are of yet to be commenced.
