Post by Whiteantler on Jul 29, 2018 21:17:13 GMT
Name: whiteantler
Age: 20 moons
Gender: male
OOC Account: fiery
Clan: scorchclan
Appearance: a slender white oriental with blue eyes. his whiskers are short, ears tall, and nose pink. some say he looks rather unsettling because of his pink skin, around his eyes it creates reddish rings that make his ocular organs look much larger than they are. his veins are generally visible beneath his skin, and when the light hits his ears they become nearly transparent.
Positive Traits: forward-thinking, cunning, intelligent, bold/radical
Negative Traits: disloyal, fiend, manipulative, harsh, scheming
Strengths: agile, thoughtful, charismatic
Weaknesses: past as a rogue, lack of remorse, hard to blend into the crowd
Personality: whiteantler takes careful consideration into every step he takes, always thinking about the future. he's manipulative and charismatic, and can always seem to find to a way to get leverage on a cat. he's intelligent and cunning, wild and unpredictable in nature. he always seems to be able to catch another cat off guard, figuring out things about his clanmates very quickly and surprising them by this. he can be harsh, even bitter sometimes, and seems older than he is. he's disloyal and scheming, unable to stay in one spot and be content. he seems ever hungry, and never satisfied.
Age: 20 moons
Gender: male
OOC Account: fiery
Clan: scorchclan
Appearance: a slender white oriental with blue eyes. his whiskers are short, ears tall, and nose pink. some say he looks rather unsettling because of his pink skin, around his eyes it creates reddish rings that make his ocular organs look much larger than they are. his veins are generally visible beneath his skin, and when the light hits his ears they become nearly transparent.
Positive Traits: forward-thinking, cunning, intelligent, bold/radical
Negative Traits: disloyal, fiend, manipulative, harsh, scheming
Strengths: agile, thoughtful, charismatic
Weaknesses: past as a rogue, lack of remorse, hard to blend into the crowd
Personality: whiteantler takes careful consideration into every step he takes, always thinking about the future. he's manipulative and charismatic, and can always seem to find to a way to get leverage on a cat. he's intelligent and cunning, wild and unpredictable in nature. he always seems to be able to catch another cat off guard, figuring out things about his clanmates very quickly and surprising them by this. he can be harsh, even bitter sometimes, and seems older than he is. he's disloyal and scheming, unable to stay in one spot and be content. he seems ever hungry, and never satisfied.
History: note, some pretty gross things happen here, if you're easily triggered i would suggest not reading <3
whiteantler was born a loner, his birth name antler. since he was young, he's been fighting to survive. he lived in a wasteland, a marshy and boggy land with a lack of prey and civilization. he practically watched as each of his siblings starved and wasted away. he fought hard to feed them, staying up for days tracking down buzzards or trying to crack turtles out of their shells. his mother tried hard to feed them and protect them, but she was very busy keeping them safe from the waste land, and couldn't always feed them all. because antler was one of the strongest, she always fed him first, in hopes he would bring more prey to his siblings with the extra energy she had given him.
sadly, after spending hours trying to figure out a safe route up and down from a tall and broken tree, trying to reach a bird nest, he returned home to find his mother dead, and his smallest sister dying. he stayed by her side until her last breath, trying desperately to get her to eat or drink. soon, she faded away.
antler was now in charge of his two remaining brothers, and had to find a way for them to eat. there wasn't food for miles, and he starred blankly at the corpse of their mother. racking his brain, telling himself there must be another way, he cautiously brought up the idea. his older brother said not a word and drifted towards their dead mother, feasting hungrily on her soft belly. antler flinched, his gaze falling on his younger brother. the skinny cat had tears welling in his eyes, murmuring to himself "no, no i won't. there has to be another way."
"you need to eat." antler urged softly, trying to comfort the brother. reluctantly, the two siblings gave in, and ate their dead mother's corpse.
from this event, antler is incredibly scarred. this was the turning point of his life, were he truly realized that they were in a very dire situation. starvation was gripping them with hot branded claws, dragging them towards death. constantly, whiteantler feels guilt for letting his mother down in this sense, for letting starvation drive him to do something unforgivable. he vowed since this event that he wouldn't let starvation defeat them. he became even more protective over spine and his young brother, nearly obsessively so. to this day, he refuses to let his brother go. he's often haunted by memories of the event, in the form of flash backs and black outs.
the moons seemed to past slowly and quickly at the same time. constantly struggling to find food and shelter absorbed most of their time.
a while later, antler and his eldest brother, spine, collected around the corpse of a fallen deer. spine was strangely quite, and antler asked were their youngest brother went. spine said in a flat tone "he's ran away to the human settlement."
antler was furious that spine had let their young brother run away to hide with the housepets, but eventually accepted that he had done his best to keep them all together. he forgave his brother, and the two went on living together.
when antler and spine discovered the clans, antler had grown miserable and exhausted under the pressure of being the caretaker, and was relieved to finally find a place where he might be able to depend on someone. he thought the clans would be their sanctuary, and joined the ranks of scorchclan. it was hard trying to prove himself, and he had to pass many trials, but eventually antler was named a warrior and became whiteantler.
he met a female who he took to very much, and quickly became very attached to her. she reminded him of his sister, tail-bone. she was a free spirit, kind but relentless, and always stood up for what she believed. he thought things wouldn't be able to get much better, but was terrified that they might get worse. the two were on a free patrol, scouting some new territory, and enjoying themselves. whiteantler confessed he might have a tiny bit of feelings for the female, and the female simply smiled and pressed her nose to his cheek. he beamed, his skin bright cherry red, and continued happily onward. everything soon came crashing down.
on the border, the female and whiteantler met a branchclan warrior who ventured far from his territory. whiteantler didn't take well to the flirtatious tom cat, but the female bonded with him. "we need to get back home, tad." whiteantler said. the female agreed after some coaxing and they left for home.
the female became suspicious, disappearing and leaving far scent trails. whiteantler suspected she was meeting with the branchclanner, and soon he hunted them down. he killed the branchclanner that day, his white fur covered in red, and the female refused to return home with him. in a fury, whiteantler drove the female from scorchclan, and hasn't seen the female since.
Family: spine (will adopt out)
Other: not much else to tell!
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