Post by Heathclaw on Aug 16, 2010 12:13:40 GMT -5
Name: Redfang
Gender: Tom
Age: 52 moons
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Deputy
Apprentice: Dapplepaw. (Be warned, he'll put you through hell).
Love Interest: His mate was Cloudfur. (But that's a secret. Shh.). Not open.
Kin:
Firekit; brother- deceased- NPC
Sparrowtail; mother- deceased- NPC
Stoneclaw; father- deceased- NPC
The following are kin, but as Cloudfur hasn't named Redfang as the father, only Cloudfur and Redfang are aware that they are kin:
Rustlepelt; son- deceased. - NPC
Breezeflower; daughter-in-law. - NPC
Heathkit; grandkit. - Heathclaw
Description:
Redfang looks a bit different than the generic, stream-lined WindClan cat. His fur is a solid red, true to his name, and is longer and bushier than those of most cats, which gives him a fluffed out appearance, complete with bottlebrush tail. This also makes him look bigger than he really is, giving the impression that he's built more ThunderClan than WindClan. Of course, if any cat said that, they'd be liable to have their nose slashed off. When his fur gets stuck to his skin, i.e., when it's muddy or raining, one can clearly note his sleek WindClan build.
As an experienced warrior, Redfang has a whole network of muscles and scars underneath all of that fur, mementos from moons of training and combat. His worst scar is a triple-claw mark across the belly, although he swears that the other cat got the worst of it.
Moving onto the face, past a regal ruff of fur around the neck, and we come across a strong jaw, laden with large, powerful teeth, (He's not called Redfang for nothing, you know) a strong muzzle, and a pair of gold eyes that can be noble and kind one minute, and burning with fiery rage the next.
Personality:
Redfang's loyalty to his Clan is paramount. Indeed, he would like nothing better than to see WindClan rise to be the greatest of the four clans, and he puts his all into achieving this goal. He is the cat that will run a hunt just as willingly in pouring rain as in sunshine, the cat that rips through the enemy at the forefront of every battle, the cat that sends quivers down the spine of every apprentice.
To Redfang, adherence to the Warrior Code is a point of pride for him, and he has a tendency to look down upon those who break this code. Of course, if there was ever a conflict between the code and his clan, he knows where his sympathies would lie in a heartbeat.
If there's one thing that Redfang cannot stand, it's weakness. This stems from a belief that every single cat in his clan has the potential for greatness if they work hard enough. This, combined with his brusque, direct nature, and his fondness of using tough love during training, makes him the mentor that most apprentices dread to receive.
And yet... there is more to this cat than you'd first expect. For all his apparent pride and aggression, the lives of his clanmates are vital to him- he would never willingly do anything to put them in mortal danger. He's racked with guilt on the inside whenever a clanmate is lost in battle under his command, which motivates him to train ever harder to make sure such a thing never happens again. The greatest bombshell that ever struck this cat was losing his son, Rustlepelt, in a border dispute gone wrong. On top of that, he has problems with intimacy and expressing his emotions.
History:
51 moons B.B: Redkit and Firekit are born.
50 moons B.B.: Firekit dies of illness.
45 moons B.B.: Redkit becomes Redpaw, Stoneclaw’s apprentice.
42 moons B.B.: Sparrowtail dies in combat.
39 moons B.B.: Redpaw become a warrior, Redfang.
33 moons B.B.: Stoneclaw dies of an infected wound.
30 moons B.B.: Redfang picks Cloudfur as his mate. The two meet discreetly.
27 moons B.B.: Redfang’s son, Rustlekit is born.
6 moons B.B.: Rustlepelt is killed in a border dispute. His son, Heathkit, is born. Cloudfur leaves Redfang. Redfang becomes deputy of WindClan.
Redkit was born at the end of Greenleaf to Sparrowtail and Stoneclaw, as the bigger kit in a litter of two. Unfortunately, due to a misdiagnosed illness, his smaller sibling never made it past his first moon. The couple hid their grief at the loss of their kit, and decided instead to focus all of their energies into making young Redkit the best warrior that he could be.
From his second moon onwards, Redkit’s life was highly regimented. He was allowed to play with other kits, but only if their games helped train the skills he needed later in his life. Otherwise, his mother, Sparrowtail, would call him over to her and drill him in the warrior code, or come up with some more suitable game to play. Even so, she treated him with the warmth that only a mother could, and Redkit grew up as a happy kit.
Then, at six moons, he was apprenticed… to his father, Stoneclaw. If there was any concern that Stoneclaw would go easy on his kit, it was quashed in the first weeks- it was common knowledge that Stoneclaw didn’t know how to go easy on anyone. His training methods were harsh and demanding- he rarely gave praise, and was quick with criticism. In addition to that, his demands would veer upon the unreasonable- he’d push Redpaw to do things that were just a bit above what he could handle. The apprentice was never in any real danger, of course, and he improved at a prodigious pace, but he spent his apprenticeship resenting his mentor, doubly so because his father was his tormenter.
Then, the day came when everything changed, the day when his mother died. Or, to be precise, the day when she was killed in battle. When they brought her body back, Stoneclaw’s face was expressionless. He sat through the vigil in shaken silence, straight through the night. Redpaw, on the other hand, was bawling his eyes out.
The next day, Stoneclaw started training Redpaw even harder than before, much to the apprentice’s outrage.
“Mom just died! How can you get straight back to training as if nothing even happened? Don’t you care?!”
The words leapt out of his mouth before he could stop him. Stoneclaw stared at his son, looking like he’d been slashed across the face. And then, the iron façade came crashing down.
“Of course I care. I care more than you’ll ever know. Apart from you, she was my everything. But she’s in StarClan now, and I still have you. And I don’t intend on letting any cat kill you. And if that means I have to beat the living daylights out of you in training to make you a top-notch warrior, then that’s what I’ll do. Because you can take it. You’re my son.”
From that day on, relationships between Redpaw and his father became less strained. There were still moments when they were at each other’s throats, but they were much less common, and Stoneclaw could not have been prouder than when Redpaw became Redfang. Stoneclaw died six moons later, due to an infected wound, ironically enough. His last request to Redfang was to make him proud.
Moons passed. Redfang took his father’s words to heart, and started making a name for himself as a fighter and a hunter, with the ultimate goal of becoming Deputy or Clan leader some day. However, he’d never been trained in socialization, and he was emotionally distant from most of his clanmates. That was until he met Cloudfur, the one tortoiseshell she-cat that captured his attention, and eventually his heart. Their interactions always occurred away from the rest of the clan, and one day, Redfang realized that she was expecting kits.
Two things popped into his mind at that. He knew that he wanted to mentor the kit, and he also decided that he didn’t want the kit to endure the baggage that he had by being trained by his father. To that end, he convinced Cloudfur to hide who the father was, which took some doing. It was his conviction that it would be best for the kit that won her over.
It wasn’t. Rustlepaw lacked discipline, and grew up to be impulsive, angry, and a total loose cannon, despite Redfang’s attempts to reign him in. Rustlepaw, later Rustlepelt, was the one cat that wouldn't respect him (or anyone, for that matter), even when Redfang made Deputy. It all came to a head during a border dispute some days after that ceremony, when Rustlepelt jumped the gun, crossing the border to attack a RiverClan cat, and wound up getting ripped to pieces, despite Redfang’s intervention, which came seconds too late.
Cloudfur came up to him that night and told him that Rustlepelt's behavior was the direct result of his anger at being "unwanted" by his father, and a determination to prove to that cat, whoever he was, that he was worthy to be his son. She then turned and walked out of his life, not wanting anything to do with him again.
To this day, Redfang has considered his handling of his kit to be his greatest failure. He buried the guilt by throwing himself into his warrior work, and has never entertained thoughts of having another kit. However, he has tried to make amends by filling in as the temporary father figure for his kit's kit, so that Heathpaw doesn't turn out like Rustlepelt.
Other: If anyone would like to play Cloudfur, please, let me know.
Roleplay Example:
"Again. Run the set again." said Redfang quietly, watching his latest apprentice with attentive eyes. She was a stubborn one, she was, and proud, but she was starting to break down.
The apprentice, a cream-colored she-cat named Dovepaw, turned to face her mentor, panting. "I- I can't, Redfang. I can hardl-"
"You will run the set again!" Redfang snapped. "Do it, or I'll come in there and make you do it. NOW!"
Groaning, Dovepaw got back onto her paws and went through the defensive set again, going through a sequence of hops, leaps, and runs that covered the whole area.
"Alright, stop," meowed Redfang, as Dovepaw completed a double roll. The young cat looked up, hoping for relief...
"You're still too slow. Run the set again, and this time, I'm jumping in to motivate you."
"Wha-"
"GO!"
Redfang leaped forward, swiping at his apprentice with heavy paws, pushing her through the motions that he'd taught her. The adrenaline spike allowed the young cat to keep up at first, but his attacks began brushing closer and closer... Finally, she jumped over him, and turned to see a paw descending on her head. With no time to run, she braced herself for the impact...
It didn't come.
"It's not that fun anymore, is it?" asked Redfang. He was perfectly calm now, back in the sitting position that he'd been in at the start of training. "If I'd been a warrior from another Clan, you'd probably be dead right now. What's the lesson here, Dovepaw?"
"Nev-Never give up," she panted, looking up at Redfang resentfully.
"No. Never get yourself in over your head." Dovepaw's eyes widened in surprise as his mentor walked over to her and touched his tail-tip to her shoulder. "You're a strong cat, Dovepaw- you'd have to be to have put up with this kind of abuse so far. You're ready to become a warrior soon, but remember that you're not invincible. Don't ever think you are- the last thing that I want to do is lose one of my apprentices." Never. Never again.
"Now, get up. We're going back to camp- I think you deserve a big juicy rabbit and a nice rest after today."
He let her lead the way, letting his mind wander as he followed her footsteps. Dovepaw was strong-willed, but at least she listened. Perhaps... if he'd have listened... Redfang shook his head. What was done was done.
Gender: Tom
Age: 52 moons
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Deputy
Apprentice: Dapplepaw. (Be warned, he'll put you through hell).
Love Interest: His mate was Cloudfur. (But that's a secret. Shh.). Not open.
Kin:
Firekit; brother- deceased- NPC
Sparrowtail; mother- deceased- NPC
Stoneclaw; father- deceased- NPC
The following are kin, but as Cloudfur hasn't named Redfang as the father, only Cloudfur and Redfang are aware that they are kin:
Rustlepelt; son- deceased. - NPC
Breezeflower; daughter-in-law. - NPC
Heathkit; grandkit. - Heathclaw
Description:
Redfang looks a bit different than the generic, stream-lined WindClan cat. His fur is a solid red, true to his name, and is longer and bushier than those of most cats, which gives him a fluffed out appearance, complete with bottlebrush tail. This also makes him look bigger than he really is, giving the impression that he's built more ThunderClan than WindClan. Of course, if any cat said that, they'd be liable to have their nose slashed off. When his fur gets stuck to his skin, i.e., when it's muddy or raining, one can clearly note his sleek WindClan build.
As an experienced warrior, Redfang has a whole network of muscles and scars underneath all of that fur, mementos from moons of training and combat. His worst scar is a triple-claw mark across the belly, although he swears that the other cat got the worst of it.
Moving onto the face, past a regal ruff of fur around the neck, and we come across a strong jaw, laden with large, powerful teeth, (He's not called Redfang for nothing, you know) a strong muzzle, and a pair of gold eyes that can be noble and kind one minute, and burning with fiery rage the next.
Personality:
Redfang's loyalty to his Clan is paramount. Indeed, he would like nothing better than to see WindClan rise to be the greatest of the four clans, and he puts his all into achieving this goal. He is the cat that will run a hunt just as willingly in pouring rain as in sunshine, the cat that rips through the enemy at the forefront of every battle, the cat that sends quivers down the spine of every apprentice.
To Redfang, adherence to the Warrior Code is a point of pride for him, and he has a tendency to look down upon those who break this code. Of course, if there was ever a conflict between the code and his clan, he knows where his sympathies would lie in a heartbeat.
If there's one thing that Redfang cannot stand, it's weakness. This stems from a belief that every single cat in his clan has the potential for greatness if they work hard enough. This, combined with his brusque, direct nature, and his fondness of using tough love during training, makes him the mentor that most apprentices dread to receive.
And yet... there is more to this cat than you'd first expect. For all his apparent pride and aggression, the lives of his clanmates are vital to him- he would never willingly do anything to put them in mortal danger. He's racked with guilt on the inside whenever a clanmate is lost in battle under his command, which motivates him to train ever harder to make sure such a thing never happens again. The greatest bombshell that ever struck this cat was losing his son, Rustlepelt, in a border dispute gone wrong. On top of that, he has problems with intimacy and expressing his emotions.
History:
51 moons B.B: Redkit and Firekit are born.
50 moons B.B.: Firekit dies of illness.
45 moons B.B.: Redkit becomes Redpaw, Stoneclaw’s apprentice.
42 moons B.B.: Sparrowtail dies in combat.
39 moons B.B.: Redpaw become a warrior, Redfang.
33 moons B.B.: Stoneclaw dies of an infected wound.
30 moons B.B.: Redfang picks Cloudfur as his mate. The two meet discreetly.
27 moons B.B.: Redfang’s son, Rustlekit is born.
6 moons B.B.: Rustlepelt is killed in a border dispute. His son, Heathkit, is born. Cloudfur leaves Redfang. Redfang becomes deputy of WindClan.
Redkit was born at the end of Greenleaf to Sparrowtail and Stoneclaw, as the bigger kit in a litter of two. Unfortunately, due to a misdiagnosed illness, his smaller sibling never made it past his first moon. The couple hid their grief at the loss of their kit, and decided instead to focus all of their energies into making young Redkit the best warrior that he could be.
From his second moon onwards, Redkit’s life was highly regimented. He was allowed to play with other kits, but only if their games helped train the skills he needed later in his life. Otherwise, his mother, Sparrowtail, would call him over to her and drill him in the warrior code, or come up with some more suitable game to play. Even so, she treated him with the warmth that only a mother could, and Redkit grew up as a happy kit.
Then, at six moons, he was apprenticed… to his father, Stoneclaw. If there was any concern that Stoneclaw would go easy on his kit, it was quashed in the first weeks- it was common knowledge that Stoneclaw didn’t know how to go easy on anyone. His training methods were harsh and demanding- he rarely gave praise, and was quick with criticism. In addition to that, his demands would veer upon the unreasonable- he’d push Redpaw to do things that were just a bit above what he could handle. The apprentice was never in any real danger, of course, and he improved at a prodigious pace, but he spent his apprenticeship resenting his mentor, doubly so because his father was his tormenter.
Then, the day came when everything changed, the day when his mother died. Or, to be precise, the day when she was killed in battle. When they brought her body back, Stoneclaw’s face was expressionless. He sat through the vigil in shaken silence, straight through the night. Redpaw, on the other hand, was bawling his eyes out.
The next day, Stoneclaw started training Redpaw even harder than before, much to the apprentice’s outrage.
“Mom just died! How can you get straight back to training as if nothing even happened? Don’t you care?!”
The words leapt out of his mouth before he could stop him. Stoneclaw stared at his son, looking like he’d been slashed across the face. And then, the iron façade came crashing down.
“Of course I care. I care more than you’ll ever know. Apart from you, she was my everything. But she’s in StarClan now, and I still have you. And I don’t intend on letting any cat kill you. And if that means I have to beat the living daylights out of you in training to make you a top-notch warrior, then that’s what I’ll do. Because you can take it. You’re my son.”
From that day on, relationships between Redpaw and his father became less strained. There were still moments when they were at each other’s throats, but they were much less common, and Stoneclaw could not have been prouder than when Redpaw became Redfang. Stoneclaw died six moons later, due to an infected wound, ironically enough. His last request to Redfang was to make him proud.
Moons passed. Redfang took his father’s words to heart, and started making a name for himself as a fighter and a hunter, with the ultimate goal of becoming Deputy or Clan leader some day. However, he’d never been trained in socialization, and he was emotionally distant from most of his clanmates. That was until he met Cloudfur, the one tortoiseshell she-cat that captured his attention, and eventually his heart. Their interactions always occurred away from the rest of the clan, and one day, Redfang realized that she was expecting kits.
Two things popped into his mind at that. He knew that he wanted to mentor the kit, and he also decided that he didn’t want the kit to endure the baggage that he had by being trained by his father. To that end, he convinced Cloudfur to hide who the father was, which took some doing. It was his conviction that it would be best for the kit that won her over.
It wasn’t. Rustlepaw lacked discipline, and grew up to be impulsive, angry, and a total loose cannon, despite Redfang’s attempts to reign him in. Rustlepaw, later Rustlepelt, was the one cat that wouldn't respect him (or anyone, for that matter), even when Redfang made Deputy. It all came to a head during a border dispute some days after that ceremony, when Rustlepelt jumped the gun, crossing the border to attack a RiverClan cat, and wound up getting ripped to pieces, despite Redfang’s intervention, which came seconds too late.
Cloudfur came up to him that night and told him that Rustlepelt's behavior was the direct result of his anger at being "unwanted" by his father, and a determination to prove to that cat, whoever he was, that he was worthy to be his son. She then turned and walked out of his life, not wanting anything to do with him again.
To this day, Redfang has considered his handling of his kit to be his greatest failure. He buried the guilt by throwing himself into his warrior work, and has never entertained thoughts of having another kit. However, he has tried to make amends by filling in as the temporary father figure for his kit's kit, so that Heathpaw doesn't turn out like Rustlepelt.
Other: If anyone would like to play Cloudfur, please, let me know.
Roleplay Example:
"Again. Run the set again." said Redfang quietly, watching his latest apprentice with attentive eyes. She was a stubborn one, she was, and proud, but she was starting to break down.
The apprentice, a cream-colored she-cat named Dovepaw, turned to face her mentor, panting. "I- I can't, Redfang. I can hardl-"
"You will run the set again!" Redfang snapped. "Do it, or I'll come in there and make you do it. NOW!"
Groaning, Dovepaw got back onto her paws and went through the defensive set again, going through a sequence of hops, leaps, and runs that covered the whole area.
"Alright, stop," meowed Redfang, as Dovepaw completed a double roll. The young cat looked up, hoping for relief...
"You're still too slow. Run the set again, and this time, I'm jumping in to motivate you."
"Wha-"
"GO!"
Redfang leaped forward, swiping at his apprentice with heavy paws, pushing her through the motions that he'd taught her. The adrenaline spike allowed the young cat to keep up at first, but his attacks began brushing closer and closer... Finally, she jumped over him, and turned to see a paw descending on her head. With no time to run, she braced herself for the impact...
It didn't come.
"It's not that fun anymore, is it?" asked Redfang. He was perfectly calm now, back in the sitting position that he'd been in at the start of training. "If I'd been a warrior from another Clan, you'd probably be dead right now. What's the lesson here, Dovepaw?"
"Nev-Never give up," she panted, looking up at Redfang resentfully.
"No. Never get yourself in over your head." Dovepaw's eyes widened in surprise as his mentor walked over to her and touched his tail-tip to her shoulder. "You're a strong cat, Dovepaw- you'd have to be to have put up with this kind of abuse so far. You're ready to become a warrior soon, but remember that you're not invincible. Don't ever think you are- the last thing that I want to do is lose one of my apprentices." Never. Never again.
"Now, get up. We're going back to camp- I think you deserve a big juicy rabbit and a nice rest after today."
He let her lead the way, letting his mind wander as he followed her footsteps. Dovepaw was strong-willed, but at least she listened. Perhaps... if he'd have listened... Redfang shook his head. What was done was done.
Would you mind Dapplepaw being his apprentice?