Thistlefang | Windclan

[thistle]

» THISTLEFANG
'just another dagger in the heart'

Username: REN
Other characters: Yellowfang of Thunderclan, Lizardclaw of Shadowclan
Other?: n/a

Gender: tom
Age: 30 moons
Species: domestic
Section: windclan

Appearance:

In contrast to his dark coloured fur, Thistlefang's bright green eyes stand out. His round yet obviously feline eyes are probably his most notable feature about him and something that many cats use to distinguish him by. Thistlefang's pelt is just what you would expect from a cat with the prefix of smoke. His fur is a dark smoky-grey colour, from his head to the tip of his tail. His long fur is usually silky smooth from being well-groomed as he believes that looking good is a part of being respectable. Beneath Thistlefang's pleasant colouring, strong muscles ripple through his body with every step he takes. His strides are also filled with sureness and pride at what he has accomplished in his life. Under the thickness of his fur, his body has many scratches and scars from various battles and intense training. One of his most noticable scars is on his left leg, which he obtained during a border battle. Various other scars are seen along his body but most of them are covered with his long fur. He is not one of the biggest cats to be seen on the moor, but he definitely isn't small either. At a medium build, he finds himself able to run quite fast, be lithe and agile, as well as stand his ground against an opponent. As a kit and apprentice, Thistlefang had always been a bit lanky. Now, as an older and experienced warrior, he has grown into his legs, which are still a bit on the long side, but he is glad for them.

One sentence: Smokey grey tom, with forest green eyes.
Scars, or deformitys?: Scar on left ear

Personality:

Impulsive. Thistlefang is without an ounce of doubt, spontaneous. He's impulsive at heart and thus tends to behave skeptically and differently towards each individual he comes across. One moment Thistlefang can be calmer than a butterfly, the next - like a nest of angry hornets. What sparks this transaction in Thistlefang's behavior tends to be a reaction from others body language, words and the way they sound. Which of course, really depends on how he himself, perceives them. As every individual witnesses things in their own way, so does Thistlefang in terms of nature and society. He'll do things without a second of hesitation or thought about the consequences (usually that is, there is however the rare occasion when he is willing to /think/ BEFORE acting.) The male's sharp tongue and fast working mind is a frequent result of this, and so... (of course) .... Thistlefang has no qualms about speaking his mind or inquiring into certain matters if his curiosity has been piqued.

Devout. Loyal through and through. Despite Thistlefang distant appearance towards even those she knows the best, the tom is fiercely devout to his clan and clan mates. Even if it goes against his better judgement in some way, Thistlefang will fight to protect what he loves and cherishes most. He takes being a clan cat very serious and does what he needs to in order to keep things intact.

Withdrawn. In the case of dealing out feelings? He likes to keep himself withdrawn from attachment (or in some cases will deny it, when in fact he is). That does not mean however that Thistlefang is without kindness or sympathy - they just happen to appear less than the rest of her emotional capabilities. It would be a fair (and brilliant one at that) guess to say Thistlefang in some way (small or large, it is not quite definable at this point in his life) is afraid of bonding with others too much. Because of this, his radar with attachment to others is very slim. If somehow one has secured his friendship and feelings, it just means they are on a thinner piece of ice than those who have not. Thistlefang's guarded, and will undoubtedly take even the smallest of measure in betrayal as a heavy blow. Trust is not something this tom will hand out easily. Meaning.. that if he comes off as /too/ friendly.. your probably getting duped.

Aggressive. It's a well know fact that Thistlefang isn't the nicest of kitties to be around, he usually comes off as grumpy and hardly ever smiles. A trait inherited after the events of his past. Towards other clan cats he's a fiery ball of fur that's more likely to attack rather than talk - unless you play your cards right that is.

Sharp. While Thistlefang can very well be a vicious little tom, that does not mean he is without brains or intellagence. The warrior likes to keep his senses keen, and remain ever vigilant, even if the occasion does not require it of him.

The Unseen. Now we delve into those aspects that are rarely ever seen, if at all for Thistlefang's personality. Such things like mercy, understanding, and compassion. Traits that are not often seen, but they are there nonetheless, even if only given through subtle acts. He's been known through rumors to behave nicely and light hearted, yet most have never really seen that side of Thistlefang unless they are one of his closest companions.

Intrests: bugs, hunting, teaching, learning about others, fighting
Dislikes: talking about himself, meeting new cats, talking to other clan cats, gatherings, water

History:

Almost from the day Thistlekit was born, he knew he wanted to become the best warrior in Windclan. It was not that he was power hungry, but he knew that he would make a good warrior and make wise choices for his clan. And... okay... when he was a kit he wanted power, too. Imagine having to stay in the nursery all day long, bored out of your brain. Talk about bor-ing! And even when he first became an apprentice, one of the most proud moments of Thistledang's life, he couldn't help but feel that he was being cheated and used. Until he realized that serving his clan in any way possible was the best thing any cat could ever do, even if it was just cleaning out dirty, smelly bedding. Before he realized this, he had wanted to become a warrior to boss others around, but after, he knew he wanted to become a warrior so he could enforce the rules and show everyone that serving your clan in every way possible was the most amazing thing. He wondered how kittypets and loners ever lived, not having a clan to take care of.

Thistlepaw was a happy apprentice, he tried his best and learned quickly the ways of the warrior and the land that surrounded them. He was smart and cunning and quick on his paws, although a little clumsy at times. His sister, Featherpaw was less enthusiastic about the life of a warrior and often questioned if she had been born into the right clan, or even if she were to be born into the clans at all. One night, she and Thistlepaw had a conversation in the middle of the clearing, being careful to make sure no one else was around. Curious, as always, Thistlepaw wondered what Cedarpaw was up to. She had always been a mischevious cat, but what she said surprised Thistlepaw. She told him that she was leaving the clan to live life as a loner. Aghast, Thistlepaw tried to presuade her to stay, but it was clear she had made up her mind. He said goodbye, and before she left she told him that her name was now just Cedar and she hoped to see him in the future. The tabby ran off into the night, and still to this day Thistlefang has not seen her. Except for one fleeting glance through the trees only a few moons ago.

Thistlepaw quickly became Thistlefang, as his loyalty and strength shone through even at a young age. Doing his best was what Thistlefang was good at, and so he continued to do his best, watching as new kits were born and the clan grew. He missed Cedar, as he know recalled her by, but he learned to move on. Sometimes he would consider trying to find her, trying to convince her to return. Atlas, she was the only one he had truely trusted, and loved. Betrayal always hurt worst when you are close to someone. Therefore, Thisitlefang trays away from close relations with other cats, as he feels if he gets to close they may betray him and who knows, it may kill him next time.

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