Shrikefang - ThunderClan

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[atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]thunder[/classy] [classy=stattop]rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]warrior[/classy] [classy=stattop]age[/classy][classy=statbottom]fifty moons[/classy] [classy=stattop]gender[/classy][classy=statbottom]tom[/classy] [classy=stattop]sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]heterosexual[/classy]	[atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]A lean, scarred gray and white tom with gold eyes. click[/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]Shrikefang is not a ThunderClan warrior you would expect to meet. A ThunderClanner is meant to be the image of boldness, kindness, and brazenness - Shrikefang is none of that. If you were to ask a Clanmate what he is like, they would tell you he is the perfect soldier, that he is fearless, that he will do whatever it takes to serve ThunderClan, and that he does not know what it means to hesitate. If you were to ask an outsider, they would tell you is a cold, emotionless, merciless killing machine. If you were to ask him, he would tell you he is not worth knowing, and not to waste your time. He is all of these things, and to him? He truly is not someone that is worth anything. Self worth is not something that Shrikefang is familiar with. While he is confident in his abilities and his authority, there is nothing for him to feel confident about when it comes to personal attributes. Shrikefang rarely speaks to anyone in conversation. He will talk about his work as a warrior, and he will answer questions as honestly as he is willing, but when it comes to real words? Sentences that have a meaning a personal purpose? It is lost on him. In most cases, he will snap agressively at anyone that might make an attempt at personal conversation. He is no longer familiar with the idea of companionship. He is a lonely beast, but he refuses to change that. Shrikefang is a no-nonsense tom. He is obediate and follows orders to the letter. If he is asked to hunt? He will hunt. If he is asked to torture? He will torture. If he is told to stalk? He will stalk. If he is told to kill? He will kill. Shrikefang does these things without emotion, without fear. It is his job, simple as that. Not even killing will phase him. He does not enjoy killing, he does not enjoy torture, he does not enjoy any of these things, but he will never let that hinder his ability to do these things. Deep down at the core, Shrikefang is an angry, furious, and tortured soul. He uses these emotions and puts his frustration and pain into everything he does. Lonely and cold, he does not welcome others. Even as an incredible soldier, he works alone. He hunts, he fights, and he trains by himself. He stopped caring about himself and others a long time ago. While he has the skills and atributes to be a good leader and a compassionate warrior, he does not want to be. And he refuses to be. He is strategic and intelligent, and is generally good with commanding others, but he does not care for the well being of others and he will down right bite your head off if you are not his superior and try and tell him what to do. He listens only to his leaders. Otherwise, he listens only to himself and follows only his own rules. To get under Shrikefang's skin would be quite the accomplishment, for even getting him to enjoy someone's company or even care about someone else is a great challenge. But once someone gets to him? He is captivated forever - whether that be a best friend or a love interest. He will go the ends of the earth to protect someone he cares for. He will do anything for them - die for them, lose everything for them, abandon the code for them, kill for them. He becomes almot obsessed with the well being of whoever he cares for, though he tries his best not to show it. He will pretend to be callous and even cruel to them, but his actions speak much louder than words. He may be handing someone his own rations for the day while telling them he's tired of seeing them. He could tell someone that that he could care less about them and then hold them through the night. To enemies, Shrikefang is a monster. A wild, unfeeling beast that knows no mercy. If he is angered, he is not to be held back - especially when justice comes into question. Thankfully, he has an easily controlled temper. Not much will get him angry these days. The only thing he might get angry about is someone harming a defenseless cat. When it comes to his targets for battle, he is emotionless and cold, feeling no anger and feeling no joy - only a sense of duty. It seems that is all he has as of lately - nothing but a sense of duty and an obedient nature. If others dare make fun of him, he is often referred to as an attack dog, and is thought of as nothing more than just that. And honestly? That is all he wants to be. Anything else is too complicated. Too difficult. Too terrifying.[/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]Our story begins with a ThunderClan queen, a queen fearful of her own mate. Oh no, this is no story of romance and happy endings - happy endings don't belong here. Stoneflower, and gentle, sweet, and young she-cat fell headlong for the wicked and troublesom tom called Adderthroat. He was vindictive and manipulating, possessive and cruel, he was borderline sociopath. And yet all Stoneflower saw was a charming damaged tom that needed a little love. How wrong she was. It began well enough, he brought her shells from the river, something only RiverClanners were known for. He always shared his prey with her and treated her like a princess, but the moment kits came into the picture? His entire image changed, enough to make Stoneflower fear for the kits lives, though little did she know that losing their lives would have been a mercy compared to what Adderthroat had in store. Three kits came soon enough, all healthy bright and happy. His older brother, Cedarkit, was a rougher sort, very aggressive but also affection towards the two younger kits. His little sister, Wrenkit, was mischievious and adventurous. The three kits were well known and liked in ThunderClan and known for coming up with new and fun ways to scare the queens out of their coats, or to get into some kind of trouble. Shrikekit would come up with the plans and lead them, while Wrenkit did all the technical things and often came up with ways to keep everyone safe while executing these plans. Cedarkit always disapproved, constantly worrying for his younger siblings' safety. He would keep them in line where he needed to, but he also watched over them like a protective, hovering hawk. He almost left Stoneflower without a job. Shrikekit quite looked up to Cedarkit and loved him fiercely, along with Wrenkit. Adderthroat never played a very large part in their upbringing. They were told he was very busy and that he did love them very much, but he never showed any interest in his kits. It was their mother who was the nurturing of the two parents. She often brought them treats such as a ball of moss to play with and even honeycomb once in a while. Cedarkit and Wrenkit were both very close to their mother, and so was Shrikekit, but ultimately, he looked up to his father. Shrikekit wanted to be just like him. He'd follow him around and spy on him, and was tempted to beg him to train him for combat. Wrenkit thought her brother had bees in his brains for wanting one of their parents to train them rather than a stronger, trained fighter. But he didn't mind. Cedarkit didn't pester his brother much about it and aspired to be the best warrior the world had ever seen. When Shrikekit finally reached an age old enough, he though he'd never be as excited as he was on that day, along with his very clever and mischievous sister, Wrenkit, and his compassionate and aggressive brother, Cedarkit. The three tight-knit siblings earned their apprentice names. Jon had never been more proud of himself or more eager to prove himself to his mother. Stoneflower proudly groomed her kits and beamed, shouting their names loudest. Shrikepaw couldn't help but notice that their father sat in the back, stone-faced and not saying a word. The dark brown tabby simply glared down at his kits, as though they were prospective race horses up for betting. The young apprentice shook off the unsettling image of his father and instead rushed to begin training with his new mentor. Jon took to him immediately despite how badly he wanted to be trained by Adderthroat, desperate to prove himself to his father. Now sleeping in the apprenice den, he met a few cats he'd only known by name before, all a few moons or more older than him. Then everything was sent reeling. That winter, there was an outbreak of whitecough. Wrenpaw and Stoneflower both caught the sickness. When neither his sister or mother recovered, it finally turned to a much worse sickness that settled into their lungs, greencough settling in. Shrikepaw took a real reality check at this time, choosing to spend all of his free time with his mother and his sister, along with his older brother and father who had suddenly become obsessed with the presence of his family. Shrikepaw had been frantic with worry, completely distraught over his sick sister and mother. Almost a moon passed before Wrenpaw began to show improvement, but Stoneflower, on the other hand? She took a turn for the worst. As Shrikepaw's sister finally started to recover, they all turned sick with worry for Stoneflower. She stayed strong for a long time, but she eventually passed with the love of her life and her dear kits at her side. Shrikepaw was reeling from the loss, but took comfort in his healing sister and his healthy brother. His father, on the other hand? Things suddenly changed very, very quickly for the family. Adderthroat took notice of Shrikepaw, finally. He became harsh, demanding much from his son. He was cruel and he was angry - angry that he'd los Stoneflower. She was the one thing he had control of. Now? He had to pick one of his children, and Shrikepaw was the easy choice. Adderthroat had quite the following of cats in ThunderClan, many of them foul-tempered and had a less than positive view of the warrior code and even the leader. They constently kept their eyes on Shrikepaw for Adderthroat, reporting to him so that he may have that much more control over the tom. In response to this harsh attention, the apprentice threw himself into training without restraint. He was obsessed with getting approval from his father, growing distant to everyone but perhaps his siblings and Ryepaw. Ryepaw tried to tell him that there was something wrong with all of this, that Adderthroat wa s a terrible tom, but he wouldn't listen. It wasn't until another loss shook his entire world that he began to realize the abuse of his father. Wrenpaw was found dead on the banks of the river, drowned. The entire Clan thought it was a horrible accident, but Shrikepaw and Cedarpaw knew the truth. The three siblings had taken a day off of their own authority, playing around Sunningrocks. Adderthroat found them and became angry, shooting biting words at them, calling them lazy and worthless to the Clan. While Shrikepaw and Cedarpaw shrank from their father, Wrenpaw stood up to him. It was a mistake that cost her her life. Her father struck out at her with a harsh blow to her head, knocking her into the water where she hit a rock in the same spot and rendering her limp and dizzy. Shrikepaw dove into the water after her but despite his best efforst to save her, none of them could swim well and she drowned. The grey and white apprentice hated him from then on, no longer idolizing the tom he once called his father. No longer would he allow his father to take the Clan for his own, to inflict fear on the queens, elders, apprentices and kits. A civil war had begun between the two brothers and Adderthroat, and no one would come out on top. Shrikefang soon became an icon of both hope and sympathy. He was a terrifying inspiration to the weaker side of the Clan, a force to be reckoned with despite his age. As he became a warrior, he was named aptly for his skill in combat, along with his brother who adopted the name Cedarclaw. There were often skirmishes between himself and Adderthroat's lackeys, and he almost always came out on top. These skirmishes were growing more violent by the day, and sooner or later, not even the leader was able to ignore the turmoil in his Clan. Adderthroat's betraya;; and the murder of Wrenpaw was exposed, sending him and his followers into exile. What had been a civil war became a war of vengeance, one that Shrikefang was eager to fight in. No one dangerous would get past his front lines to ThunderClan and live to tell the tale if he could help it. If his opponent refused to turn tail and flee, then their story would be cut short. Those who valued their lives and backed down lived to tell the tale, and in their panicked state often had his image engraved in their minds. He was average in every sense, and he bled just like everyone else. His only exceptional qualities were his determination, his passion, and his finely honed skills in battle. He put himself before all others, often repeating Wrenpaw's name to himself to remind him of why he was fighting. It wasn't long before Shrikefang lost all that he had left. He was out on one of his many patrols of the border with his brother and few other warriors when they were ambushed. It was a bloodbath, and they were severely outnumbered. As the whole party was taken down, Shrikefang watched in helpless horror as his aunt, Willowstorm, had her belly slit open, while his nephow, Oaknose, was knocked out and dragged away to StarClan-knows-where. And while two particularly strong rogues held Shrikefang's face in the dirt, the toms made sure he could easily see as his brother was taken down agonizingly slow by their own father. Shrikefang watched as his closest and only remaining blood relative fought for his life, only to have his bones broken, ears shredded, tail shattered, and flesh ripped, until finally Adderthroat hit Cedarclaw's face hard enough that his head swung around to actually look Jon right in the eyes as his neck snapped. Right then, Shrikefang's whole world fell apart. Everything after that was a blur. The gray and white tom beat the rogues holding him down to the ground before he demanded the right to fight his father. They denied him. Rather than killing him, though, one of the she-cats there dragged him close enough to ThunderClan's camp and roughed him up enough to disorient him. She left him there to die. From then on, Shrikefang was a terrifying force. He was a crude fighter, dramatic to watch and terrifying to face. When he set his war-hardened gaze upon you and leaped forward into a charge, you knew it was over before it even started. You could see in those eyes that there was a beast who had nothing to lose except the ground he stood on. You can't win when you fight those who have nothing to lose. They'll do anything, push themselves beyond physical possibility. Desperation and adrenaline work wonders on an untrained body, let alone the lean mean endurance machine Shrikefang had built himself into. Through these endless battles despite the leader telling him to let it go, Shrikefang met a she-cat called Doeheart. She was perfection in every sense of the term. A dainty, golden, baby-blue-eyed with the purest of hearts, he could not help but love her. Her gentle nature and adoring heart was his escape from the horrors of war. She chased away his nightmares. She was his entire world, and suddenly - he had something worth fighting for. He gave all he had in his personal war against the rogues, but Adderfang's forces were too strong, breaking into camp. The exiled tom had taken this war beyond just his son and brought it to ThunderClan itself, attracting the wrath of the leader himself. As the band of rogues was pushed back, they took Doeheart as prisoner. Perseus nearly went mad with rage, ignoring the direct commands of his leader to stay put as he charged into enemy territory and headed straight for Doeheart, striking down any that stood in his way. By the time he reached her, he only came to find his father - and at the beast's feet was his beaten and broken Doeheart. He ran to her and fell to her side, ignoring Adderthroat as he desperately tried to make Doeheart stand, make her okay again. He kept telling her he was sorry, that he loved her. She only looked him dead in the eye with those shining baby blue eyes of hers and promised that everything would be alright, that she'd always love him. And then Adderthroat was fed up with the love-fest. He attacked Shrikefang. They were a formidable match, with his own speed and agility and his enemy's brute strength - the battle seemed as though it would never end. Shrikefang was sustaining massive injuries, but he fought on. He had his Doeheart to fight for, and he would not leave her to this beast. Suddenly there were sounds outside the area they fought - sounds of cats screaming and paws thundering. It was the sound of battle. ThunderClan had come to rescue Shrikefang and Doeheart. They were winning - but this distraction was his undoing. In his moments of triumph, Adderthroat brought both of his massive paws down on Shrikefang's head, crumpling him to the floor, unable to move. He was clawed and struck more times than he could believe, the pain unbearable. He kept praying that his leader would bust in soon, save him and his Doeheart - because he knew he had lost this battle that meant so much more to him than even the war. Finally when he didn't think he could take anymore of the beating, it stopped. He thought perhaps his friend had come, but no. The pain that followed was far more than any other agony or torture that draft beast could have inflicted on his body. Suddenly the screams of Doehearts's distress came to him. Even now, Shrikefang can still recall the sound of Doeheart's screams as she was beaten and ultimately killed while he lay helpless on the ground, too wounded. He roared with rage and agony, but he could do nothing. Her agony was the last thing he knew, for in the next moments his vision blackened and he was lost to the world. Much to his horror, he awoke. In the medicine cat's den, he roused from slumber days after this battle. His fever had broken and his wounds were healing - his physical ones, at least. He came to learn that Adderthroat had fled and hidden somewhere, unable to be found. The band of rogues had been taken down and they had no deaths in the battle. All but for one. Shrikefang was a changed tom ever since then. With no family and no love to get him through, he lived on duty alone. Even many moons after all this has past, at least twenty moons or more, he is still plagued by nightmares. He is emotionless and cold, hating himself and everything he has become and should have been. He does not believe he will ever love again, sure that Doeheart was his soul mate. There are demons living in this tom, and he is sure they will forever rule him. [/classy]
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