Name:Darkstreak
Age: 23 moons
Gender: Tom
Breed: tabby
Clan: RockClan
Rank: warrior
Eye color: deep gold
Pelt color: dark brown and red
Markings: tabby
Height: more or less two feet
Weight: 8lbs
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Likes:3+
Dislikes: 3+
Full Personality:[Distant & Moody]
He can sometimes come off as cold to other cats. Which actually suits this cat well. But this kind of cold is more along the lines of a cold shoulder. He shrugs people off like a bad memory and walks away. He is definatly not a tom of many words, most of the time. He could be cold when speaking though, and say hurtful things. Without even really realising it, and just thinks of the other cat as over sensitive, and a whiner. With this also comes his secretive side, he does not like other cats knowing his past. And so keeps to himself, which the title loner seems made just for him. He doesnt care much for other cats pasts, unless he is forced to be near them. And usually ends up hearing it weither he wants to or not. His look gives off mystery, which attracts other cats, and he hates unwanted attention to himself.
As Ive said before, he is a tom of few, if any words. When spoken to he, most of the time, gives short answers or just ignores them and walks off. He doesnt like getting to close to people, for a fear of losing them or hurting them. So if he doesnt get to know someone, then how will he like them? Thats the main reason for his quietness. That and he doesnt like wasting his breath on cats who just talk and talk. About things that dont really matter, if he has a conversation he'd like it to be at least semi-interesting. Along with this he is a really cunning tom, which could be seen as genious or evil, he'll leave that to you. He is very smart and thinks of many ways to do things. Fighting, hiding, you name it, hes a tom of many talents when it comes to survival from his time as a loner.
[Lifeless & Fearless]
Along with chatty cats comes his bad temper. He hates cats who just talk and talk. Amd gets easily annoyed but babbiling. To him its just spit it out and screw feelings. He could take it. Even if it is bad news. Hes great at hiding pain or disappointment well most of the time, anything that could make him seem weak to other cats. With his temper is his sharp tounge, which adds to his cold side when his angry. But at least hes good at knowing when to back off and leave or to claw some fur off there bodies. With this temper he does have a loyal side, and to those he actually cares for. If any, he is fiercly loyal to, and would risk his life for them. Not caring if he died as long as they are safe from harm.
Though he does have these moments, which have more frequent times and scarce, he just seems dull and completely lifeless. During these times is when he allows himself to break the hard shell of his thoughts and all the memories of Mouepetal ad Sparrow come flooding into his mind and all he could do is sulk around like a zombie. Which is weird to see after seeing his usual hard shell facade he puts on for others. It is mainly just an act to keep others from finding out to much about him, or to press on any unwanted memories to make him break down and look weak. Even though he is strong he has his breaking points like every other cat, though during his breaking points he is scarcely found in camp, and only when he rebuilds his barrier he will be seen around a lot more.
[Once upon a time he was CARING and DETERMINED]
Sometimes he can appear cross, which is some what true. Yes he can be a bit snappy if things are not done right. But only to things that are really important and need percise accuracy. Other than that hes pretty easy going and will not really care what you do. And if asked for advice, he will grudgingly do it, but prepare for his type of 'constructive critism'. With his cross ways and mysterious appearance. He is also very charming, and up close is actually a fine specimen of a tom. His broad sholders and muscle add on to his charm. And if he is ever close to a cat, practically family wise or in love, he has a way with words that make them giddy or just happy. Up close he has a wise and benevolent look and add his messy hair and you got yourself a badboy loner with a killer smile.
When he gets close to someone, he does have his softer sides. Which are well worth the work. Seeing as you have to break through his shell first. He is not easily swayed by females,and it takes time to get him to truly fall for a cat. But when he does he can be the sweetest tom you've ever seen. And will love you forever, till the day he dies. He will always think of you first before all else, even himself. Which is not how he usually is. Anybody found in his heart that way will be well looked after, and cared for. With this he is also quite protective, and will let no harm come to the cat in question. And will see other cats as a threat, until their intentions are proven to him first. His brawn look, and muscle make any cat safe with him, as he is an exellent fighter.
Birth Day: Spring two years ago
Birth Clan:RockClan
Family:[FATHER]Brownwhisker
[MOTHER]Nettlefrost
[BROTHER]Sparrowdash
[SISTER]
CreamkitHistory:[The Before & The Birth]
His parents went by the names of Nettlefrost and Brownwhisker. His mother was Nettlefrost a pale brown tabby with icy blue eyes. She was known for her distant nature, as she really didn't like talking to others very much. She preferred to be alone and felt she got her duties done faster because she didn't have to worry about anyone else. She grew up dodging any toms attempts to be her mate or even get close to her. That was until she met Brownwhisker, he was reserved and noble and often spent his time caring for his clan rather than himself. She respected his way of clan life and when he didn't show interest in her it kind of made her uneasy. Trying to keep away from Brownwhisker they somehow were put on most of the same patrols and though she kept to herself and so did he they had a sort of connection. Finally they both started to converse on patrols, a little here and a little there, then they had full on conversations and went just about every where together. They kept this kind of relationship for seven moons before they even decided to become mates. Now though they were rather old for parenthood, well 42 moons, Nettlefrost was now expecting kits. Seasons passed and she was lucky that her kits birth landed on a day in new leaf, when the earth was slowly warming up.
She had three kits that evening, two sons and a daughter. Sadly her daughter's lungs were not functioning and she died not being able to breath properly. Before her passing they named her Creamkit, for her creamy tan pelt. The first born son was named Dark-kit for his dark muddy brown looking pelt. He was strong and more built for battle than anything else, he had shorter legs and a wider frame and he was the first to crawl to his mothers stomach. The middle kit was a thin almost scrawny looking tom that they named Sparrowkit, for the feathery look of his tri brown colored fur. Sparrowkit was quick and he kind of stumbled and wobbled around before finding his mothers milk. The two songs grew up healthy and in no time at all they were playing outside the nursery. Dark-kit was always into play fighting while Sparrowkit was more into his surroundings. So they didn't always see eye to eye but they still loved each other as brothers. He was close to Brownwhisker, who helped to keep his kitness in line and become more strong. Though when his mother fell ill he was worried not only for her but for Sparrow who started not eating. Dark-kit tried to get him to eat more, and believe which had little success. Finally his mother survived the epidemic but she could not exactly breathe properly anymore and so had to be moved to the elders den from proper care. More or less relieved that she was even alive now he finally started to take care of himself again. Nearing his sixth moon Sparrowkit and his elder brother awaited their apprentice ceremony. Dark-kit couldn't wait to learn some real battle moves, while Sparrowkit was just happy to being able to finally contribute to the clan. From just those five moons the two toms grew from tiny crawling kits to young males of the clan. Dark-kit became more broad and bulky with age and Sparrowkit became more longer and taller, both opposites in every way shape and form, but still they had a mental connection that bonded them as family and they could never hate each other. Finally the day came for the two to become apprenticed and that morning there mother licked them clean and proper for their first ceremony.
[Dark-kit to Darkpaw]
Finally after his mothers constant grooming they were allowed to go out and wait for the clan meeting to officially begin. When their names were called Dark-kit could not believe it and while his brother tried to push back his excitement, he had no problem running forward to receive his name. When he plopped down he could see the embarrassed look on Sparrow's face as he slowly walked forward. Though everyone else thought it was adorable though and the meeting pressed on. He had gotten Goosefeather as a mentor, a down to earth and calm she-cat. Perfect to even out the overly anxious tom cat. Sparrowkit was given Leafstorm as a mentor a reserved but happy tom, whom also happened to be his fathers past apprentice moons ago. At the end of the meeting they were given their names: Darkpaw and Sparrowpaw.During the first few moons of their apprenticeship the two brothers stayed close through out the hardships of adjusting to apprentice life. The early risings and the vigorous training schedules but after a few good moons the two found it pretty easy to train and rather liked the early morning training because of the crisp new air.
Nearing the middle of their training Darkpaw started to branch away from his brother. Darkpaw had started growing closer to another apprentice by the name of Mousepaw. He found her coy nature inviting and before he knew it he was spending more time with her then with Sparrow, which he did feel a bit bad about. Over the seasons their feeling grew stronger, and those strong feelings lead on to other things. One day Mousepaw had told him to meet out on the hills, being naive of the possible trouble he happily agreed and the whole day he preformed admirably in his training. Though that night Mousepaw told him that she was expecting kits. He didn't know how to act, but suddenly he felt closed up. He told Mousepaw he was not sure if he could be a dad yet, some day but not now. Mousepaw darkened and started yelling that she was no longer interested in him as a future mate and that she had been recently getting close to another tom in the clan, Rockfur, a newly made warrior of the clan. He was crushed and before he knew it Sparrowpaw rushed to his side, from that day on he was no longer the happy determined tom, he was more bitter and cold. Sparrow seemed to also be changed by this event.
Finally nearing the end of his training, his brother took his final assessment, which had happened to be a battle assessment. To his surprise he did rather well and though he messed up once or twice he passed and was going to be made into a warrior the follow morning. He heard that He was given a hunting assessment for his final and luckily he stopped moping enough to catch a few pieces of prey and was also going to be made into a warrior, but so was Mousepaw and some other cat named Finchpaw. Walking out of the apprentices den the next morning was both a relief and painful for Darkpaw, he had finally made into the ranks of a warrior and now Mousepaw would be able to be with Rockfur. Watching as Sparrowpaw waited for him, the apprentices made their way toward high rock. Sitting at its base they all went though the ceremony. In the end they were all given their warrior names: Darkstreak, Sparrowdash, Finchwing, and Mousepetal.
[Darkpaw to Darkstreak]
The newly made warriors sat their vigil that night in complete silence, though he could feel the tension from Mousepetal and himself. From the looks of it, it was going to be a long night. Finally when dawn approached and they were relieved from vigil, Sparrowdash offered a quick hunting party to warm them up. Though he declined naturally and stalked off toward the warriors den to make a new nest for himself. Darkstreak could not lift the heaviness that formed around his heart seeing Mousepetal run off. Part of him wondered what it would be like if he just accepted the situation rather than turn away from her like he did. After awhile of being suffocated by his thoughts he exited the den only to see the Clan's medicine cat searching Mousepetal, and he froze. It was no surprise when the clan found out Mousepetal was expecting, and not just recently but for a few moons. She was moved quickly into the nursery and sparrowdash, his brother soon checked on him to see if he was ok. He finally admitted the kits were his own, and that back to that one night he wasn't ready and that was why Mousepaw went with Rockfur. Sparrowdash was obviously shocked but promised not to say anything to the rest of the clan.
Later on that season he went walking around the nursery, knowing perfectly well that Mousepetal was due to have kits very soon. A week later the kits were born, and the whole clan came to see the new kits, Sparrowdash was one of the first few to see the kits besides Rockfur and he himself waited a bit before following the other two toms. She had three little kits two she-cats and a tom. One of the females, the first born resembled him with the same dark colored fur and tabby lines. After seeing this he got uneasy and left the den. Sparrowdash had asked about the names, cleverly hiding his own dark secret. She announced that the dark female would be named Nightkit, the second female a more sandy brown she-cat would be named Fawnkit, and the male that luckily had some grey in him like Rockfur she named him Sootkit. Darkstreak could only look at the few kits for a few moments before he went and moped around in the warriors den. He watched painfully and happily as Sparrow walked after him though he was stopped and was already being respected in the Clan, while he was being lost in the shadows. He knew it was his own fault for letting his emotions over come him like he did, but it was a hole he could not dig himself out of. Five moons later Mousepetals kits were ready to be apprenticed. At the ceremony, to his surprise, he was given Nightkit, now Nightpaw to mentor, while Sparrow was given Fawnkit to mentor. Sootkit was given Finchwing as a mentor, and the three newly mentors set off to train their new pupils. Though he was a bit more reluctant.
