HOME | DD

Description

when you don't even know its meaning.

✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

DEADCLAW | 74+ MOONS | ♂ | WINDCLAN | WARRIOR| THE PRINCE
THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU BY THE PALE MOONLIGHT.
DRUNK AND DRIVEN BY A DEVIL'S HUNGER.
DRIVE YOUR SON LIKE A RAILROAD SPIKE
INTO THE WATER, LET IT PULL HIM UNDER.

STATUS || active

ACTIVITY LEVEL || moderate

TIME ZONE || PST

SKYPE || yes (preferred)
NOTES || yes
CHAT || no
COMMENTS || no

CURSING || yes!!!
VIOLENCE || yes!!!
GORE || yes!!!
SEXUAL THEMES || yes!!!

ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE ||
It was the first day of school and Noel was NOT excited. A new school meant new classes, new routines, new friends, and in Noel’s point of view, he wasn’t particularly fond of the idea. Noel didn’t really know why, but himself as a whole combined with things other human beings didn't usually end well. Whether it be because of the way he whispers and stutters when he attempts to talk, or even his clumsy gait he has when he shambles around, he knew from experience that it was best just not to socialize with anyone.
  As he pushed out the cafeteria doors, the lanky blonde (almost white as most assumed) couldn't help just heave a small huff, a crumbled piece of paper with scribbled writing on it grasped into his hands. Without noticing the fog of his breath had slowly turned into ice crystals collecting on the window on which he exhaled on. Stepping outside he took small gulps of air, taking pint sized steps as he warily scanned his surrounding. Based on what he could see, he was at the back of the school? He looked at his palm again, reopening the crushed schedule sheet. Noel was no where near where he was supposed to be, which was his in his English class. It was too late though. The doors where he came out of were already locked and the bell was bound to ring any second now.
  Noel let out a weak moan. He could only wonder what else he was going to fuck up today.

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME || Deadclaw
PAST NAMES || Eragon, Deadpaw,

NICK-NAMES || Era, the Default

AFFILIATION || WindClan
PAST AFFILIATION || Kitty-pet, Loner,

SEX || ♂
GENDER || ♂

BIRTH SEASON || Autumn
AGE || 74+ moons | 25+ years

RANK || warrior

MENTOR || Minkear
PAST APPRENTICE(S) || N/A
CURRENT APPRENTICE || TBA

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

BREED || 100% turkish angora

BUILD || lean and toned
HEIGHT || 3'5"

SCARS || N/A

HAIR TEXTURE || sleek and thick
HAIR COLOUR || dark dark brown (more visible in the light)
SKIN COLOUR || dark olive

EYES || pale sky blue

SCENT || floras and rain

VOICE || Jason Marsden (Kovu)

APPAREL

NEW-LEAF/GREEN-LEAF OUTFIT || Has his cape, necked with grey fox fur which he hardly takes off.
LEAF-FALL/LEAF-BARE OUTFIT || More fur under-layers under his cape and his hand and feet, covered in bandage and draped in an additional cloth.

ACCESSORIES ||
warrior emblem
previous kitty-pet clothing

SWORD

SWORD NAME || Era ("Time's Age")

BLADE LENGTH || 1'0"
SWORD/BLADE SHAPE || acinaces (type of Mediterranean sword)

NOTABLE FEATURES || the end of the hilt is sculpted after a cat skull while the hilt and the holster itself is molded after spinal bones glossed in order to have a metallic shine, the blade have a slight curve.

OTHER || As the eras pass by, so does age which leads to unavoidable death. This is to remind him of why he left his first home. It is also partial named after his previous name (Eragon). He holds Era 'backwards' where the blade is not upright but parallel to the ground while his thumb is placed on the end of the hilt.

STATS

INTELLECT || 10/10

STRENGTH || 5/10

AGILITY || 7/10

SPEED || 9/10

TACTICS || 7/10

ENDURANCE || 3/10

STEALTH || 3/10

SWIMMING || 0/10

CLIMBING || 0/10

HAND-TO-HAND || 7/10

SWORD FIGHTING || 6/10

HUNTING || 3/10

EYESIGHT || 6/10

HEARING || 6/10

SCENT || 3/10

HERBAL KNOWLEDGE || 0/10

KITTING KNOWLEDGE || 0/10

FORGE KNOWLEDGE || 0/10

CRAFTING || 0/10

BELIEF IN STARCLAN || 6/10

BELIEF IN THE DARK FOREST || 7/10

  LOYALTY || 8/10

PERSONALITY

+ || KNOWLEDGEABLE | intelligent and well informed
Deadclaw was always one to entertain himself with education while stuck in a home of a human. Informing himself of complex ideas and theories of multiple subjects, not believing in all of them of course. He is sure to apply a lot of his knowledge however to certain situations, making it easier for him to avoid potentially dangerous situations or even lead himself into situations with positive outcomes.

+ || SAGACIOUS | having or showing keen mental discernment and good judgment; shrewd
The dark warrior is extremely quick to pick things up quickly, whether it be physically or informatively. It makes him more calculative and observant towards his environment and the toms and she-cats around him.

o || FORMAL | done in accordance with rules of convention or etiquette; suitable for or constituting an official

   Even with a so called friend, Deadclaw is sure to approach them with the utmost respect.. almost too much to the point where he creates an awkward boundary between them. Along with his monotonous voice, it makes the others think that he is uninterested in socializing and creating bonds with new people, even when it's the total opposite. He's just not very people-smart, his social-skills heavily lacking.

o || LOGICAL | of or according to the rules of logic or formal argument

  Because of the absence of knowledge on emotional bonds, it makes his thinking and tactics very uncommon, although effective. For example, if there was a choice as to sacrificing a healthy kitten in order to save a group of warriors, he could vouch for it, regardless to what the mother or perhaps other members of the clan would be supporting.

   - || GRIM | forbidding or uninviting
  Due to his outwardly appearance, Deadclaw isn't very lively looking. Most cats assume he likes to be by himself, an introvert, even when it's the total opposite. The warrior just has a hard time understanding social cues and expression enough to exert it to let others know. A lot of this is due to having slight Schizoid Personality Disorder.

- || SUSPICIOUS | having or showing a cautious distrust of someone or something
  Since he has such an insufficient and distant relationship with the majority of the clan, a lot of cats question Deadclaw's history and he doesn't blame them, certain actions only supporting their claims. It only motivates him more to seem more approachable, but is failing at the moment.

LIKES || sight seeing | naps | discovery | puzzles/problem solving | sunshine
DISLIKES || feeling cold | when people purposely avoid him | being alone | messy hair | ??? | ???

STRENGTHS || speed | intelligent/tactic | precision

WEAKNESSES || stealth | endurance | apathetic

QUIRKS || says everything with a straight face, even with puns

FAMILY

MOTHER || Esther || purebred white turkish angora with blue eyes || NPC || unknown || Kitty-pet

FATHER || Artie || purebred white turkish angora with blue eyes || NPC || unknown || Kitty-pet

SIBLINGS || NONE
ADOPTED SIBLINGS || NONE

MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER || ???
MATERNAL GRANDFATHER || ???

MATERNAL AUNTS || ???
MATERNAL UNCLES || ???

MATERNAL COUSINS || ??? (not finalized, if interested in rping one let me know!)

PATERNAL GRANDMOTHER || ???
PATERNAL GRANDFATHER || ???

PATERNAL AUNTS || ???
PATERNAL UNCLES || ???

PATERNAL COUSINS || ??? (not finalized, if interested in rping one let me know!)

NIECES || NONE
NEPHEWS || NONE

KITS || NONE

SEXUALITY

CURRENT MATE || N/A
PAST MATES || N/A

CURRENT ATTRACTIONS || TBA
PAST ATTRACTIONS || Draco,

ORIENTATION || homosexual demiromantic
ACTIVITY || inactive

PHYSICAL PREFERENCES || fair-skinned, green/blue eyes,
PERSONALITY PREFERENCES || ???

HISTORY

BEFORE BIRTH ||
  Esther and Artie were not in love but actually total strangers, forced and locked in a room together. Artie was an middle aged tom but still beautiful, very beautiful. He had perfect skin which was almost like snow with pure white hair that silked over his shoulders and a matching beard to go with it. Esther was the same, however she was still very young. She had never done anything intimate with another, just turning 24 moons, the legal age of breeding in this specific breeding industry for humans. Therefore, this was gonna be her first litter, but Artie on the other hand has had made many successful babies, all being exact replicates of his color pallet.
            They were quick to get it over with, stuck in the room for several days and by the end of that week, Esther was pregnant. Esther and Artie never spoke to eachother after that.

KIT-HOOD ||
  Only one tom was born, "the Default" they would call him, as he did not have light skinned and snow hair, but instead, he was a 'black' Turkish Angora with dark chocolate skin and hair. After his birth Esther was never to be found, disappearing from the human home of which the breeding program took place. The rumors from the other cats of the program had claimed that she was contaminated and that the dark fur/skin gene probably came from her gene pool and therefore did not meet all the standards here, leaving her only kit with Artie. From time to time the tom would greet the kit, but never made the effort to make it a daily thing. Some could even say that he was disappointed his perfect track record was ruined by this one kit, making a habit of ignoring him.
            No one gave him a proper name. No interacted with him. No one played with him.

He was alone in the most crowded places
It was all he had ever knew.

APPRENTICESHIP ||
As he saw a multitude and variety of pure white angoras come and go from the house, the kitten was encountered by a tom named Seth. He was a handsome lad for sure, but it was unusual for him to be spoken to. Perhaps the tom was just a curious fellow. He asked for a name but he didn't have one so instead told him a story of the wildings. They were cats who hunted their own prey and savagely fought eachother for land and territory, he would tell the young one. He didn't believe Seth, but continued to hear what he had to say, saying things like you could die at any moment and even having family there. He didn't mind listening. He liked the company.
            A few moons later was finally adopted. As a gift the human who ran the small breeding company gave him to her son, who lived in the basement. He wasn't quite the most social guy, but at least he named him. His new named Eragon, after the dragon and the book. Looking around in his little underground cave of books, the walls were covered in merchandise, and posters. Era didn't understand why, but he never wanted to know. At first the human was never very active in giving to Era's daily needs, grooming him, feeding him, and more, but all of that eventually came to a stop. Piles of trash would collect and Era would be left to starve from point to point, stuck in a basement for the human never liked to go out much. The human was way too invested in a glowing screen vigorously clicked and smashing the keyboard from time to time, exclaiming vulgar rage on the most spontaneous moments. One night however, the door was open. Taking his chance Era ventured off upstairs, also finding a window open. Making his escape, he easily jumped over the fence running with all his might into the vast lands of grass. He looked back and concluded that he would rather die out there then going back, so he took the chance.
            It's been a moon since he left home, tired and devastatingly hungry. His clothes were tattered, his skin bearing many scabs. Being too tired and ill to anything he laid where he could see the whole sky, the winds and swaying long grass comforting him. For moments he thought he was going to die, and he was fine with that, and everything turned black.
            By the moment he woke up, he was found in Windclan territory, in a bed of a Medicinecat. His clothes were removed and replaced, his body and hair clean. It had been decided that he would be trained as a warrior mentored by Minkear, newly named as Deadpaw, in remembrance of the miracle that he survived even though he should have died. Deadpaw didn't complain. Although it was strange to him. He was forced to sleep and train with the younger ones of the clan who often framed him as the outsider. He was casted out by them, the outlyer. It was like the times at the house.. he didn't say anything though. It's not like he could anyway. He didn't have the words.
              Deadpaw was a quick learner. It surprised everyone in the clan. He quickly surpassed many apprentices, catching up to those of warriors who were the same age as him, maybe even more... It was clear that he was supposed to graduating, even if it was very early.

WARRIORSHIP ||
He was now Deadclaw. Gifted with his own short blade from Starclan, Deadclaw is now very much a part and member of the clan as everyone else, but even when he is lots seem to ignore him.. Deadclaw doesn't mind though.. at least he doesn't seem to look it. He does have a single friend, however, Olivedapple. She doesn't seem to mind him.

RELATIONSHIPS

|Dislike
|Hate
|Mortal Enemy
|wants dead

|Admires
|Respects
|Trusts
|Idolizes

|Attraction
|Crush
|Major Crush
|Obsession

|Visually Appealing
|Physical attraction
|Lust

|Inseparable
|Loves
|Would die for

|Likes
|Friend
|Best friend

|Platonic love

|Acquaintance
|Unsure

|Nervous of
|Scared of

|Uncomfortable
|Avoidance

Thunderclan

Stagblaze || eroticplant || stranger ||    || "Stagblaze is the second-in-command of Thunderclan. A rather big tom, but does not have dominate nature, an interesting tom. I caught him staring at me once however. I wonder why."

Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

Windclan

Olivedapple || SpringBirdy || Best Friend ||    || "Olivedapple is nice.. She's the only one who's really tried to be my friend. I really like her company too."

Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

Shadowclan

Rookfrost || eroticplant || acquaintance ||   || "Too loud.."

Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

Riverclan

Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

Starclan

Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

The Dark Forest

Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

Cats Outside the Clan

Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Deadclaw + Art (c) eroticplant

My babe is here!1!!

Description

when you don't even know its meaning.

✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

DEADCLAW | 74+ MOONS | ♂ | WINDCLAN | WARRIOR| THE PRINCE
THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU BY THE PALE MOONLIGHT.
DRUNK AND DRIVEN BY A DEVIL'S HUNGER.
DRIVE YOUR SON LIKE A RAILROAD SPIKE
INTO THE WATER, LET IT PULL HIM UNDER.

STATUS || active

ACTIVITY LEVEL || moderate

TIME ZONE || PST

SKYPE || yes (preferred)
NOTES || yes
CHAT || no
COMMENTS || no

CURSING || yes!!!
VIOLENCE || yes!!!
GORE || yes!!!
SEXUAL THEMES || yes!!!

ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE ||
It was the first day of school and Noel was NOT excited. A new school meant new classes, new routines, new friends, and in Noel’s point of view, he wasn’t particularly fond of the idea. Noel didn’t really know why, but himself as a whole combined with things other human beings didn't usually end well. Whether it be because of the way he whispers and stutters when he attempts to talk, or even his clumsy gait he has when he shambles around, he knew from experience that it was best just not to socialize with anyone.
  As he pushed out the cafeteria doors, the lanky blonde (almost white as most assumed) couldn't help just heave a small huff, a crumbled piece of paper with scribbled writing on it grasped into his hands. Without noticing the fog of his breath had slowly turned into ice crystals collecting on the window on which he exhaled on. Stepping outside he took small gulps of air, taking pint sized steps as he warily scanned his surrounding. Based on what he could see, he was at the back of the school? He looked at his palm again, reopening the crushed schedule sheet. Noel was no where near where he was supposed to be, which was his in his English class. It was too late though. The doors where he came out of were already locked and the bell was bound to ring any second now.
  Noel let out a weak moan. He could only wonder what else he was going to fuck up today.

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME || Deadclaw
PAST NAMES || Eragon, Deadpaw,

NICK-NAMES || Era, the Default

AFFILIATION || WindClan
PAST AFFILIATION || Kitty-pet, Loner,

SEX || ♂
GENDER || ♂

BIRTH SEASON || Autumn
AGE || 74+ moons | 25+ years

RANK || warrior

MENTOR || Minkear
PAST APPRENTICE(S) || N/A
CURRENT APPRENTICE || TBA

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

BREED || 100% turkish angora

BUILD || lean and toned
HEIGHT || 3'5"

SCARS || N/A

HAIR TEXTURE || sleek and thick
HAIR COLOUR || dark dark brown (more visible in the light)
SKIN COLOUR || dark olive

EYES || pale sky blue

SCENT || floras and rain

VOICE || Jason Marsden (Kovu)

APPAREL

NEW-LEAF/GREEN-LEAF OUTFIT || Has his cape, necked with grey fox fur which he hardly takes off.
LEAF-FALL/LEAF-BARE OUTFIT || More fur under-layers under his cape and his hand and feet, covered in bandage and draped in an additional cloth.

ACCESSORIES ||
warrior emblem
previous kitty-pet clothing

SWORD

SWORD NAME || Era ("Time's Age")

BLADE LENGTH || 1'0"
SWORD/BLADE SHAPE || acinaces (type of Mediterranean sword)

NOTABLE FEATURES || the end of the hilt is sculpted after a cat skull while the hilt and the holster itself is molded after spinal bones glossed in order to have a metallic shine, the blade have a slight curve.

OTHER || As the eras pass by, so does age which leads to unavoidable death. This is to remind him of why he left his first home. It is also partial named after his previous name (Eragon). He holds Era 'backwards' where the blade is not upright but parallel to the ground while his thumb is placed on the end of the hilt.

STATS

INTELLECT || 10/10

STRENGTH || 5/10

AGILITY || 7/10

SPEED || 9/10

TACTICS || 7/10

ENDURANCE || 3/10

STEALTH || 3/10

SWIMMING || 0/10

CLIMBING || 0/10

HAND-TO-HAND || 7/10

SWORD FIGHTING || 6/10

HUNTING || 3/10

EYESIGHT || 6/10

HEARING || 6/10

SCENT || 3/10

HERBAL KNOWLEDGE || 0/10

KITTING KNOWLEDGE || 0/10

FORGE KNOWLEDGE || 0/10

CRAFTING || 0/10

BELIEF IN STARCLAN || 6/10

BELIEF IN THE DARK FOREST || 7/10

  LOYALTY || 8/10

PERSONALITY

+ || KNOWLEDGEABLE | intelligent and well informed
Deadclaw was always one to entertain himself with education while stuck in a home of a human. Informing himself of complex ideas and theories of multiple subjects, not believing in all of them of course. He is sure to apply a lot of his knowledge however to certain situations, making it easier for him to avoid potentially dangerous situations or even lead himself into situations with positive outcomes.

+ || SAGACIOUS | having or showing keen mental discernment and good judgment; shrewd
The dark warrior is extremely quick to pick things up quickly, whether it be physically or informatively. It makes him more calculative and observant towards his environment and the toms and she-cats around him.

o || FORMAL | done in accordance with rules of convention or etiquette; suitable for or constituting an official

   Even with a so called friend, Deadclaw is sure to approach them with the utmost respect.. almost too much to the point where he creates an awkward boundary between them. Along with his monotonous voice, it makes the others think that he is uninterested in socializing and creating bonds with new people, even when it's the total opposite. He's just not very people-smart, his social-skills heavily lacking.

o || LOGICAL | of or according to the rules of logic or formal argument

  Because of the absence of knowledge on emotional bonds, it makes his thinking and tactics very uncommon, although effective. For example, if there was a choice as to sacrificing a healthy kitten in order to save a group of warriors, he could vouch for it, regardless to what the mother or perhaps other members of the clan would be supporting.

   - || GRIM | forbidding or uninviting
  Due to his outwardly appearance, Deadclaw isn't very lively looking. Most cats assume he likes to be by himself, an introvert, even when it's the total opposite. The warrior just has a hard time understanding social cues and expression enough to exert it to let others know. A lot of this is due to having slight Schizoid Personality Disorder.

- || SUSPICIOUS | having or showing a cautious distrust of someone or something
  Since he has such an insufficient and distant relationship with the majority of the clan, a lot of cats question Deadclaw's history and he doesn't blame them, certain actions only supporting their claims. It only motivates him more to seem more approachable, but is failing at the moment.

LIKES || sight seeing | naps | discovery | puzzles/problem solving | sunshine
DISLIKES || feeling cold | when people purposely avoid him | being alone | messy hair | ??? | ???

STRENGTHS || speed | intelligent/tactic | precision

WEAKNESSES || stealth | endurance | apathetic

QUIRKS || says everything with a straight face, even with puns

FAMILY

MOTHER || Esther || purebred white turkish angora with blue eyes || NPC || unknown || Kitty-pet

FATHER || Artie || purebred white turkish angora with blue eyes || NPC || unknown || Kitty-pet

SIBLINGS || NONE
ADOPTED SIBLINGS || NONE

MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER || ???
MATERNAL GRANDFATHER || ???

MATERNAL AUNTS || ???
MATERNAL UNCLES || ???

MATERNAL COUSINS || ??? (not finalized, if interested in rping one let me know!)

PATERNAL GRANDMOTHER || ???
PATERNAL GRANDFATHER || ???

PATERNAL AUNTS || ???
PATERNAL UNCLES || ???

PATERNAL COUSINS || ??? (not finalized, if interested in rping one let me know!)

NIECES || NONE
NEPHEWS || NONE

KITS || NONE

SEXUALITY

CURRENT MATE || N/A
PAST MATES || N/A

CURRENT ATTRACTIONS || TBA
PAST ATTRACTIONS || Draco,

ORIENTATION || homosexual demiromantic
ACTIVITY || inactive

PHYSICAL PREFERENCES || fair-skinned, green/blue eyes,
PERSONALITY PREFERENCES || ???

HISTORY

BEFORE BIRTH ||
  Esther and Artie were not in love but actually total strangers, forced and locked in a room together. Artie was an middle aged tom but still beautiful, very beautiful. He had perfect skin which was almost like snow with pure white hair that silked over his shoulders and a matching beard to go with it. Esther was the same, however she was still very young. She had never done anything intimate with another, just turning 24 moons, the legal age of breeding in this specific breeding industry for humans. Therefore, this was gonna be her first litter, but Artie on the other hand has had made many successful babies, all being exact replicates of his color pallet.
            They were quick to get it over with, stuck in the room for several days and by the end of that week, Esther was pregnant. Esther and Artie never spoke to eachother after that.

KIT-HOOD ||
  Only one tom was born, "the Default" they would call him, as he did not have light skinned and snow hair, but instead, he was a 'black' Turkish Angora with dark chocolate skin and hair. After his birth Esther was never to be found, disappearing from the human home of which the breeding program took place. The rumors from the other cats of the program had claimed that she was contaminated and that the dark fur/skin gene probably came from her gene pool and therefore did not meet all the standards here, leaving her only kit with Artie. From time to time the tom would greet the kit, but never made the effort to make it a daily thing. Some could even say that he was disappointed his perfect track record was ruined by this one kit, making a habit of ignoring him.
            No one gave him a proper name. No interacted with him. No one played with him.

He was alone in the most crowded places
It was all he had ever knew.

APPRENTICESHIP ||
As he saw a multitude and variety of pure white angoras come and go from the house, the kitten was encountered by a tom named Seth. He was a handsome lad for sure, but it was unusual for him to be spoken to. Perhaps the tom was just a curious fellow. He asked for a name but he didn't have one so instead told him a story of the wildings. They were cats who hunted their own prey and savagely fought eachother for land and territory, he would tell the young one. He didn't believe Seth, but continued to hear what he had to say, saying things like you could die at any moment and even having family there. He didn't mind listening. He liked the company.
            A few moons later was finally adopted. As a gift the human who ran the small breeding company gave him to her son, who lived in the basement. He wasn't quite the most social guy, but at least he named him. His new named Eragon, after the dragon and the book. Looking around in his little underground cave of books, the walls were covered in merchandise, and posters. Era didn't understand why, but he never wanted to know. At first the human was never very active in giving to Era's daily needs, grooming him, feeding him, and more, but all of that eventually came to a stop. Piles of trash would collect and Era would be left to starve from point to point, stuck in a basement for the human never liked to go out much. The human was way too invested in a glowing screen vigorously clicked and smashing the keyboard from time to time, exclaiming vulgar rage on the most spontaneous moments. One night however, the door was open. Taking his chance Era ventured off upstairs, also finding a window open. Making his escape, he easily jumped over the fence running with all his might into the vast lands of grass. He looked back and concluded that he would rather die out there then going back, so he took the chance.
            It's been a moon since he left home, tired and devastatingly hungry. His clothes were tattered, his skin bearing many scabs. Being too tired and ill to anything he laid where he could see the whole sky, the winds and swaying long grass comforting him. For moments he thought he was going to die, and he was fine with that, and everything turned black.
            By the moment he woke up, he was found in Windclan territory, in a bed of a Medicinecat. His clothes were removed and replaced, his body and hair clean. It had been decided that he would be trained as a warrior mentored by Minkear, newly named as Deadpaw, in remembrance of the miracle that he survived even though he should have died. Deadpaw didn't complain. Although it was strange to him. He was forced to sleep and train with the younger ones of the clan who often framed him as the outsider. He was casted out by them, the outlyer. It was like the times at the house.. he didn't say anything though. It's not like he could anyway. He didn't have the words.
              Deadpaw was a quick learner. It surprised everyone in the clan. He quickly surpassed many apprentices, catching up to those of warriors who were the same age as him, maybe even more... It was clear that he was supposed to graduating, even if it was very early.

WARRIORSHIP ||
He was now Deadclaw. Gifted with his own short blade from Starclan, Deadclaw is now very much a part and member of the clan as everyone else, but even when he is lots seem to ignore him.. Deadclaw doesn't mind though.. at least he doesn't seem to look it. He does have a single friend, however, Olivedapple. She doesn't seem to mind him.

RELATIONSHIPS

|Dislike
|Hate
|Mortal Enemy
|wants dead

|Admires
|Respects
|Trusts
|Idolizes

|Attraction
|Crush
|Major Crush
|Obsession

|Visually Appealing
|Physical attraction
|Lust

|Inseparable
|Loves
|Would die for

|Likes
|Friend
|Best friend

|Platonic love

|Acquaintance
|Unsure

|Nervous of
|Scared of

|Uncomfortable
|Avoidance

Thunderclan

Stagblaze || eroticplant || stranger ||    || "Stagblaze is the second-in-command of Thunderclan. A rather big tom, but does not have dominate nature, an interesting tom. I caught him staring at me once however. I wonder why."

Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

Windclan

Olivedapple || SpringBirdy || Best Friend ||    || "Olivedapple is nice.. She's the only one who's really tried to be my friend. I really like her company too."

Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

Shadowclan

Rookfrost || eroticplant || acquaintance ||   || "Too loud.."

Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

Riverclan

Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

Starclan

Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

The Dark Forest

Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

Cats Outside the Clan

Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Deadclaw + Art (c) eroticplant

My babe is here!1!!