Nettlefang || ShadowClan Warrior

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• NAME: Nettlefang
  
  
• AGE: 38 Moons
  
  
• GENDER: Tom
  
  
• DESCRIPTION: A dusty brown tabby tom with green eyes.
  
  
• APPEARANCE:
  

  This tom is massive, easily towering over most cats. Apprentices in the clans are only a fraction of his size, usually granting him automatic respect out of pure fear. His paws bear a semblance to those of lions', due to their size. Beneath his mass of fur is thick, powerful muscle. His claws are long and sharp, which inflict many injuries to his many enemies.
  
  Nettlefang seems to carry a year-round leaf-bare coat. His thick, light brown pelt always appears unkempt and dirty, no matter how he grooms it. Though, in reality, he doesn't care for his appearance as much as others do. His large, black tabby stripes cover his whole pelt, ending in rings around his sweeping tail. Nettlefang's tail is much thicker than that of a usual cat's, even when he isn't aggravated. When his tail fur does ruffle, it almost gives this frightening tom a comical sense. Around his neck is a flowing mane, adding even more to his appearance of a lion.
  
  On the warrior's small ears are slender tufts of black fur. He has a powerful bone structure, giving him angular facial features. His deep, green eyes often appear to be dull, unless lightened by fury. Seldom do they show any other emotion.

  
  
  
• PERSONALITY:
  

  To sum him up briefly, Nettlefang is an irritating cat. He has little motivation for any task. He'll go on the occasional patrol, but only when it is absolutely required out of him. Contrary to most of his Clan, he despises having to get up and do any sorts of work. This tom would much rather just slack off from sunrise to moonrise. The chastising he receives over this goes right over his head without a second thought. Nettlefang isn't much of one to care about how others perceive him, which gives him the appearance of not caring about anything.
  
  Nettlefang is straightforward; if he thinks it, he'll say it, without hesitation. This usually drives cats away from them, but doesn't stop him from continuing such a habit. Along with that, he has a tendency to be a best friend of sarcasm. Unlike the beliefs of other cat, he doesn't do either of these to be scathing, only for the reason that he doesn't see any point to make an effort of being kind. As he has learned, covering up faults never helped any cat.
  
  This warrior, as if he couldn't be any more of a nuisance, has low patience, as well as a nasty temper. Nettlefang doesn't like to be kept waiting, and will most certainly show it. He's known to merely leave if the rest of his patrol is taking too long of a time for him.
  
  At best, he's merely a grumpy tom. At worst, he creates total chaos. He doesn't much care for consequences of his actions, and shows little respect for others. This has gotten him into trouble since he was a kit, though it hasn't even made even the slightest difference to him. After all, he sees no purpose in pretending to be something he isn't.
  
  Inspite of all this, Nettlefang has one good quality: he's a brilliant fighter. He could even be compared to Tigerstar when he's at his best. Though he has little boundaries on where it's time to back off from a fight. He'll jump into a skirmish quickly and it'll be near impossible to pull him out.
  
  All in all, Nettlefang isn't a pleasant cat, but he will fight for his beliefs, however twisted they may be.

  
  
  
• HISTORY:
  

  Ravenheart was a beautiful she-cat, but never found the one for her in ShadowClan. She did one night, however, while on a nightly hunting on her own. She ran into a rogue and against all of her beliefs in what was right, fell in love. The two met once ever quarter moon. Before either cat knew what lay in their future, Ravenheart was expecting kits. The queen panicked; she wanted her kits to be purely Clanborn. She couldn't bear the embarassement she would face if the Clan found out. The night that she left for the camp, she never returned to her lover. Contrary to her wishes, cats found out about her secret. When the kits' times were coming close, the rogue paced, hidden, near the outskirts of the camp. No matter how many times he was chased away, he always returned.
  
  On the night of the births, total chaos ensued. The three kits were suckling from their mother. Two toms and a she-cat; Nettlekit, Tigerkit, and Amberkit. At moonrise, a rogue sneaked into the camp. A terrible wail woke the warriors; it was Ravenheart. ShadowClan could see the tail of the rogue escaping from the camp, Tigerkit in his jaws. No matter how many search parties were sent out, no one could find the rogue and the kit.
  
  In spite of this, time marched on. Nettlekit and Amberkit grew older. Nettlekit was more reserved and much calmer, while Amberkit was full of energy. The tom kept the she-cat in check, while the latter always dragged the former into her adventures. The two were always close, that much was apparent.
  
  Moons later, Nettlekit became Nettlepaw while Amberkit became Amberpaw. All throughout the apprentice ceremony, the two couldn't figure out why there was such darkness in their mothers eyes. She hadn't forgotten Tigerkit, even if her two other kits didn't even know he existed.
  
  From that moment on, Ravenheart was even more suspicious and cautious. Nettlepaw and Amberpaw strived to do their best, so that their mother would return to her former self. Nettlepaw became a talented fighter, while Amberpaw was the hunter. Six moons of rigorous training passed. Nettlepaw and Amberpaw decided to head on an evening hunting patrol together, to celebrate. Sometime in the next few sunrises, they would be made warriors. Little did they know that they were the ones being hunted that night. Out of nowhere, a ravenous fox appeared. Skin and fur clung to its ribs as it hissed at the two young cats. Without hesitation, Nettlepaw leaped into battle. The fox swung him aside, causing him to crash onto the ground. The fox advanced onto the apprentice. With a cry, Amberpaw intervened. Effortlessly, the fox swept her aside as well. Nettlepaw rose to his paws, letting out a loud yowl. The evening border patrol, alerted by the yowl, came to the rescue. Nettlepaw returned to camp with only a few scratches. Amberpaw's neck had broken.
  
  Nettlepaw was heartbroken. No happiness was shown by him at his warrior ceremony when he became Nettlefang. Ravenheart became impassive. Too much she had lost, she decided. She did her best to move on, as did Nettlefang. He changed dramatically after that. Other warriors even said that this was just what a cat could expect to inherit from a rogue. "He takes after his father." Nettlefang refused to reply, he tried to hide his emotions. It felt like he had lost half of his soul.
  
  Moons have passed since then. Nettlefang's heart has partly healed, but his personality is still just as rough. He could never forget Amberpaw. Never.

  
  

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