RUSSETCLAW - WINDCLAN

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»RUSSETCLAW
'you see what you want to see, but do you know what you need to know?'

Username: Jeopardy
Other characters: Andraste
Other?: n/a

Gender: male
Age: forty-two moons
Section: windclan
Picture: click

Appearance:

Russetclaw is a dark feline in both personality and in appearance, but his appearance is much easier to see at a first glance. Therefore, it shall come first in this description. In plain and simple, you might say that this tom is a black cat...however, things are never so easy. The closer you get to the bottom of his being, you will start to see mire and more brown mixed with with the blackness. The two colors seem to complement one another, and they both have that touch that makes him seem to have a darker personality than he allows strangers to see. The only place that is truly black though on his being is along his spine, his face, and his neck....otherwise you'll have trouble finding a spot without brown finding its way twirled into the mix. Because of these two colors, he is not a feline you might expect to see in WindClan since he does tend to stand out against the lighter colors of the moorlands, but he makes due with what he has.

When it comes to those orbs that one calls eyes, there isn't much to really mention. They are a very pale, uninteresting yellow. They show little to no emotion and he has trained himself to make sure that they never give out his true intentions when he is in the company of felines that should not know the truth. They don't stand out and he is glad he doesn't have the opulent eyes that are bright with colors that attract the attention of any felines looking at him. He wants to blend in when he is not out making sure his appearance and manner stays clean and welcomed. He wants to stay simple that cats don't expect to have something bad happen with him until it is too late. The only time these orbs show any manner of emotion is when he is flirting with a female, trying to play with her heartstrings and innocence, but that can easily be dismissed at any moment. Unlike some felines, he has full control.

The only piece of him that even slightly resembles the body of a WindClan feline is in his build. Although one might expect a feline like him to be rugged with muscles lining every inch, he is not one that matches up with that stereotype. His body is as lean as it is mean. There might be a few muscles that line his being here and there, but they are not very pronounced. One could slide their gaze over his body and miss any muscle that might be hidden under his fear. Speaking of which, his fur is thin-haired and sleek to perfection. He might not care much of anything else, but his appearance is one of the things that top the list in things that need to be perfect. For a feline in his personality to make a false image of a kind and caring feline, he needs to look the part. His fut always looks sleek and clean, to help and attract felines towards him without them thinking that he is the predator that he is.

One sentence: a slender black tom mixed with brown and pale yellow eyes.
Scars, or deformitys?: none

Personality:

You see what you want to see, but do you know what you need to know?' It's one of his favorite things to say, mainly because it fits his personality so well. He plays this image, this false persona around the felines that he doesn't care about. While those that he gets to know on a more...personal level see the truth of what he is and can see what he could be. Yes, you could say he is a major trickster when it comes to who he is, but he is a trickster on a dangerous level. He's the type where he might seem like a feline you want to get to know, but then when you start to really get to know him, start to hang-out with him more and mire and more, but then when you least expect him to, he's bit your neck and kill you before you realize what's even happening. But the fact is, you probably wouldn't see it coming, even if others warned you of what he can be like. He is very good at what he likes to do and the change is always very gradual...and you may just find yourself making excuses for him.

So, what kind of feline will he show those around him that really makes them think of him as a good feline? Well, just that. He acts like a good feline. To those he barely knows, he is a very protective feline that will put his life up on the line for others. To those felines, he is the type that can get felines to stand behind him in what he wants and rally them to do what he thinks is right. He acts like he is loyal to StarClan and the laws above. He acts like he is a loyal friend and will always be there when others need him, but at the same time he may be a bit hard to get to know. He acts like he doesn't want a ton of felines that close to him and he acts like he doesn't truly trust himself to get to close to others. The great, persuasive warrior feeling insecurities about himself that ultimately draws felines in, wanting to make him feel better, wanting him to feel...proud of who he is. What a great false image of a predator that in reality, just wants to make felines regret ever liking him or wanting to be around him.

So he is, really? Well, think about the type of person you are taught to stay away from, the type of person that would ultimately stab you in the back and leave you for dead. He is exactly that kind of feline. When he allows his targets to get close to him, he starts to degrade them. The funny thing is, when the felines that do try to be his friend do so to raise his self-esteem supposedly, they are actually lowering their own. But that is the way Russetclaw is. He is harsh, unforgiving, unmerciful, and has more hate than anyone else in the world. He likes no-one and he likes nothing...except for maybe females in general. Oh yes another big piece of his persona: he is a womanizer so to say. He likes to flirt and make females believe that they are his and his alone when in reality, he may be seeing others on the sly behind their back. Also, you shouldn't e surprised if those close to him do end up with a few wounds here and there - he has a hard time controlling his temper around those closest to him.

So how does he get away with it? Simple, he is the type of tom that can get around his true self in order to make sure others only see what he wants them to see. The way he has developed the false personality is closely linked to the way he really is. Everything might be a lie, but it's a lie that can easily be wrung in as a truth. For example, he appears protective...but in reality he is only protective to keep those who know and can see pieces of the truth from telling anyone who might be able to do something about. Another example? He is persuasive, but there are more reasons to be persuasive about then just doing what is right and trying to get others to jump on the idea of what you think should be done. But in all reality, he is not loyal to anyone and does things only for himself. When anyone realizes that, it tends to be too late.

Interests:

» Females
» Power & Control
» Shadows (in theory only)
» Dangerous Waters
» Open Moors

Dislikes:

» Actual Shadows (he's paranoid)
» Clear Skies
» Grass
» Curious Cats
» Kittens

History:

Now, believe it or not but I was once a kit, born to a mother and father just like every other feline that you know. Surprising, ain't it? But hey, that's not the end of the surprises. In my early life I was just as innocent as the next kit. No dark thoughts about hurting those around me, no dark thoughts about anything. Just pure, white, innocence. My mother was a sweet thing. Completely loyal to the Clan and to StarClan. She cared deeply about me and my sister. Oh yes, did I forget to mention I had a lovely little sister? She was a beaut alright. Took after our mother in ever possible way. Slim build, light fur...beautiful blue eyes. Back in the day she and I were extremely close. We played together all the time and mocked fought. I'd pretend to be the ShadowClan leader (mainly due to my darker pelt coloring since it seemed to fit quite well), she'd be the WindClan leader, and we'd have our fights. Those were the days of my innocence and I never knew who my father was.

But what do you expect? Some felines are like that. I mean fathers generally don't play a role in the upbringing of their kits like the mothers do and sometimes fathers just don't want the Clan to know their the father for whatever reasons. I never cared. I had my mother and sister and if my father didn't want me to know him, I saw no reason to have despair about it. So when my sister and I approached our sixth moon, we were made into apprentices. Russetpaw, the name seemed so strong to me and seemed like another step closer to when I'd be a warrior, but I wasn't sure yet at that point what type of warrior I wanted to be. A loyal warrior who'd die to protect the Clan? A selfish warrior? An ambitious warrior? I looked all the warriors in the Clan, watched them closely, and tried to figure out who I respected more. Who I thought I would want to be like. I wanted to figure out what I would enjoy doing.

Well, let's just say that my mentor helped me on those thoughts. He was a strong warrior who had little faith in StarClan and always taught me that StarClan was a nice distraction, but if I wanted something done, if I expected something to happen, I needed to take care of it with my own two claws and not rest my faith and heart on the starry warriors who had died themselves from either battles, disease, or old-age. He told me there was a reason they were dead and we were still alive. He said only the living could affect the living and everything he said, made since to me. But that's not all he told me. He also whispered in my ear things about how the Clan would never understand those thoughts and that if I wanted to follow his way of thinking, I needed to fake another image to show them. He taught me how to look like I was utterly loyal to the Clan and StarClan when in reality, I wasn't.

And I became pretty dang good at it.

What I wasn't aware of back then was the fact that I would use that lesson to make a false image for the Clan to see to help me make them see a whole different feline in me all together. I trained with my mentor, went to my first gathering, and did everything else expected of me as an apprentice. Back then I really did care about my Clan...to some extent. I card enough to fight off invading felines on the moors with the patrols I participated on and I cared enough to hunt for the Clan before I would hunt for myself. I cared enough to do everything I was told to do and I cared enough to put my life on the line for everyone else. I cared enough to talk with my sister yet, to smile at her when we were out in the territory sharing about our lives as apprentices. I cared enough to have all those things I don't have now - patience, kindness, loyalty, and love.

So what went wrong to change it all? Everything you'd think could.

My sister and I became warriors when we were twelve moons old and we guarded the camp that night as were suppose to. E Everything was okay to start with. Our mother died in a battle few moons after we rose to the rank, but it didn't destroy me. I was sad, but not sad enough to let it keep me down. My sister was the same way. We said our good-byes and that was that. When we were around eighteen moons old, she started to see a feline in the Clan and I could tell she really liked him and I was happy for her. Happy. Didn't expect that, did you? Well, let me get on with things now. When I was twenty-two moons old, I started hanging around the borders more and more, looking over them, itching for a real fight. I started to realize that I wanted to be the strong warrior, a warrior always ready to fight and willing to do anything, fight at any time, for any reason.

It became such a strong feeling in my body that I sought out the fights. One day I met up with this older feline from ShadowClan. He was a good bit older than me, would actually be around my mother's age if she was still alive. he wasn't quite on WindClan territory, but I made sure he realized that he wasn't welcomed anywhere near the border. He started to chuckle at me, and flicked off my threats as mild pinpricks. i was a little upset, but then he said something that seemed to throw me off. "How's your mother doing?" That was the absolute last thing that I had expected him to say. I asked him what he would have known about my mother and he told me that he was her "mate." At first I was shocked and didn't say anything and he asked me if my name was Russet and I was surprised out of my mind. This tom was telling me that he was my father.

And I had no way in hell to dispute the comment.

My mother never told my sister and I who our father was. Not a single warrior in WindClan had even seemed to mildly glance in our direction with a look tat might say, You're my kit. Never. I started to talk with the tom and what he had to say was like someone sinking their jaws into my being. He told me that females were weak, that they never could be trusted to fight as well as males could. It was weird. my first meeting with my father and he was telling me all of this. Part of me wanted to block what everything he said, push it off as stupidity...but I started thinking. Every time I was out on a patrol with others and we got into a fight, the females always seemed to get hurt more than the males. My sister had come extremely close to dying a few times when I only got minor scars. Could he be right? Could he be right about everything?

I soon got my answer when my sister and I were out together and we came across a couple of rogues in WindClan territory, We fought them together, but right before a patrol came to back us up, she let the rogue claw her throat and she was killed. The patrol and I managed to fight off the intruders, but she was dead. I stared at her body and my father's words from that day came into my mind. Females are weak and shouldn't be allowed to fight. I went back to see him a few days later...meaning I sat at the border until he just happened to stop by. I told him that my sister was dead now along with my mother and he grinned and said, "See, what'd I tell you? Out of the four of us, only the males are left standing." So, I started to listen to everything else he had left to tell me and with his words ,I developed into who I am.

That's right. My mentor might have instilled the idea of StarClan being nothing more than a false hope and how to pretend I am something else to the rest of the Clan, but father was the one who brought out my true colors, the colors that I never thought that I really had. Well, I always knew they were somewhere in there, but I never managed to dig them out. I was always wondering what type of warrior i wanted to be and I often changed my mind, never feeling like anything was right. Not until my father helped me to discover who I really was. I guess you can figure the rest out. I stopped seeing females as strong feline, but rather weaker than me in all cases and I started to have fun toying with their feeble emotions - just the way my father taught me to do over the course of time. I fought to protect them, but only because they couldn't protect themselves.

Well, I think that's it. Anything left, is up to your imagination. Not the most exciting history ever\, but you wanted to know how I went from innocence to this and I told you that, Not much else really happened.

[( ILLINOIS )]

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