Post by ` Groveshadow ! on Nov 1, 2009 18:50:15 GMT -5
` Groveshadow !
[/size][/center]Gender: Tom
Age: 49 Moons
Rank: Deputy
Appearance: ` Click !
Groveshadow's pelt is enriched with a deep, astounding brown color that seems to really complement his build underneath that tick, fluffy pelt. Among that brown coloring, there are hidden bits of white that seem to contrast in the bright light. Those white areas are located on his four paws as well as two spots on his chest area. His fur, as stated a tad earlier, is a very fluffy thing, with it's long, thick haired pelt, he stays naturally warm in the more harsh moons of leaf-bare, but on the other hand he is unbearable in the warmer moons of green-leaf. He does not spend a lot of time grooming himself, just enough to make sure that tangles do not appear and mess up his looks. When he is in his better moods and actually takes more time to care about his appearance, it can look smooth and glossy in the light under the sun or the moon. While the brown is absent from the light, some cats might mistake the color for a deep black, which helps him hide in the shadows to approach his prey...which at times, can be cats when he wants it to be.
Though, don't get me wrong, his muscular exterior is far from perfect. He has plenty of scars along his appearance to show the many battles he has been in. One of the most prominent and probably the worst of any of them, is the one on his right flank that is stripped of fur as well. At times, he might still feel a pang of pain as if the wound was still there, bleeding with red blood, but it never is. His eyes are very remarkable as well. They are a light, pale green color that hold a hard, stone-like texture to them. They, at times, even seem too hard to even be real. They usually have either one of two looks to them, the first being the most common, a hard and sharp gaze. When he is angry, annoyed, or overall just not in the best of moods, his gaze gains a hard, hostile look. The second gaze these pale green stones might posses is a look of pure thoughtlessness. When he is in his own mind, carefree and thinking about nothing in particular, they just gain a very empty look as if there is no soul within this body to keep it alive. When you see this gaze in his eyes, it usually means he is in one of his better moods.
Personality:
He is a very harsh cat in the way he sees things and does not believe in room for mistakes. To him a mistake is the same thing as letting death catch up to you. He is one of those cats, to simplify things, that juts believes that there are no second chances in this world. When things happen, they happen for a reason and he finds cats that ignore these facts as mouse-brained weaklings. Even when he makes mistakes himself he takes them very seriously and so he does his best not to make mistakes and when he does - since he by no means is perfect - he usually owns up to it and takes his punishment with pride, even when he knows no punishment is bearable. He is a very proud tom, holding himself up high and does not allow cats below him to make any rude comments to him or to make him look weaker than he is to others.
A majority of the time, he looks like a shadow of the leader, beating down on the warriors, looking for anything they've done wrong so that he can report it quickly. He knows the importance of every cat, but at the same time he knows that if one cat has a weakness, it could jeopardize the rest of the Clan. He will follow his leader with every step and do as the leader commands, knowing his place in the Clan and doing what he can to make it stronger so it can last longer. He hardly ever says anything out loud that might make the leader turn a hard gaze on him, although his thoughts are not always as loyal as he might seem on the outside. At times, he might think some arguments he might tell Feverstar, just to amuse his own rebel like personality that seems to come out every now and again.
Now Groveshadow was always a rebel. From the day he first started to fight with his litter-mates as a kit, he found a thrill in adrenaline that came with it. Even now, he still has that rebel like attitude, which is one reason - and a main reason at that - as to why he likes to hit hard on the fact that a cat makes a mistake, no matter how small it is. He enjoys to find ways to annoy others so that he can bring out the inner tom in them as well just so that he can have something fun to do every now and again. However, when he is around she-cats, that side of him changes into a wooing tom that will do pretty much anything to gain the heart of a lovely she-cat. Okay, to simplify things, he's a big flirt. Even when he seems to be trying to get one she-cat though, he is always having his eye on another. He might be loyal to his leader and Clan, but definitely not to she-cats.
History:
Groveshadow as a kit, hard to imagine at times, but yes he was once a small bundle of fur with noting more than a set of lungs and a beating heart to keep him alive. His mother was a kind, caring she-cat while his father...wait, did he even have a father? Groveshadow grew up with his dear brother Timberpaw, to whom he was very close with. Their father was a warrior who took his duty very seriously, much like what Groveshadow is like these days. Timberpaw was always a bit more timid then he was, but Groveshadow always thought that was something his brother would grow out of, eventually. As a kit, he was also more timid then he is now, but a lot less then his brother and at times, you couldn't even see that, though he looked up at the warriors with ah shinning green eyes. He always liked to stalk the warriors until his Nanny took him back so that she could care for him and make sure he was safe. The first time he ever play-fought with his brother, he loved it and almost went too far as his Nanny had to break up the fight.
As an apprentice, he was very curious and eager to learn as well as to prove to his father that he was worth the tom's attention. He learned quickly, but also became the cat he is today, very quickly as well when it became apparent that he could fight and hold his own against other apprentices his age. Around this time he started to drift off from his brother, who was making it quite clear that he didn't like the ways of a Clan-cat and wanted nothing to do with the Clan. One day when Groveshadow was about ten moons old, he woke-up to find that his brother was gone, but at this point he had little care for his timid brother, who he found weak beyond repair. Groveshadow just worked and trained as if nothing ever happened. No-one ever found Timberpaw's body, but then again, no-one really cred either. Eventually Groveshadow showed his worth to the Clan and he became a warrior.
Groveshadow did everything he could to get into fights, being a fighter deep inside, but he never liked starting them himself. Even when he was an apprentice he had surveyed what got cats around him annoyed and used it to his advantage, working on it until they eventually called on him and ordered a battle to solve the annoyance. Sure, Groveshadow did lose every now and again, but he also won a majority of the fights. He got plenty of scars from each of the battles, but he wore them with pride and dignity, taking them as either a prize of a victory or a punishment from a loss. Unconsciously he stayed under the leader's good side, doing everything he could for the leader, even when he didn't agree with it. Unconsciously, he wanted to rise to the position of deputy, though he never really had any real ambitions for it, he just often dreamed of gaining the position so that others could see just what type of cat he was.
He started really getting into she-cats though, when he was about thirty moons old and one of the she-cat he started flirting with, got him one of his worst scars on his body and one that he will never be allowed to forget. There was a tom around his age who was always having an envious glare on Groveshadow and had his eye on this one calico she-cat with green eyes. Once Groveshadow started to flirt with that very she-cat, the tom got annoyed to the brink of his mind. He challenged Groveshadow one day out in the territory and Groveshadow, being the rebel that he was, accepted the challenge without even a moment of hesitation. The two toms clashed and from the first blow that Groveshadow received, he knew this was going to be a stalemate. When the other tom finally ducked out and backed away from him, Groveshadow flicked his tail and told the tom he'd stay away from that she-cat seeing as the tom had given him a good fight. Though, that first wound that the deep brown tom had received was the one of his flank that still burns and reminds him of the one fight that he never really won and never really loss. For some reason, that memory hurts him and makes him annoyed when the burn comes in his side.
After that day, Groveshadow was a lot more careful never to make a mistake, seeing as he swore that he made mistakes that cause him that battle from the start...though it's only because he never wants admit the truth that maybe...he just wasn't strong enough to take down the other cat. As time went on, Feverstar started to turn his gaze on the warrior and when Groveshadow was about forty-five moons old, the old deputy mysteriously disappeared. No-one ever found out what happened to the tom, but eventually after a moon of waiting, Feverstar finally called out that Groveshadow would take the old deputy's spot, surprising him...even though part of him had always hoped this would happen.
