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Post by Red on Jun 5, 2012 22:42:52 GMT -5
NAME Red (formerly Redpelt)
ALLEGIANCE None (gone rogue)
AGE 66 moons (5.5 yrs)
GENDER Male
APPEARANCE
His abandoned warrior name spoke for his looks; it was the origin of his given name, Redpelt, and none of his genes show in his offspring. Red and ginger fur that once gleamed with health and strength now gleams none, dull and darkened and greyed in areas with age. The underside to his belly is still a lighter color than the rest, with his backside polarizing and striking a burnt color from his shoulders to his hips. Gone now is the well-rounded WindClan physique, replaced by a gaunt figure with a ragged pelt. Red's legs and tail still remain thin, legs supporting his body with strong muscles (though lean) and equipped with surprisingly dull claws; though they still manage to cause plenty of damage. To mesh nicely with his ginger pelt, Red has expressive emerald eyes, perhaps a tone lower in color than what the mind perceives. Rather than a bright, joyful green of rare minerals, Red's eyes are dark, glinting and calculating and flickering a bright, neon green when reflected with light. You see this cat, and you think: defeated and hungry, but yearning for the return of his dignity.
PERSONALITY
There is no distance too far for this guy. If the option is there within his grasp, he'll take it and exploit it without considering a set of rules or the consequences. Red isn't beyond darker means of doing things, even if they are well intended for the better of other cats, family and Clan included. His loyalty extended too far into darker territory, however, and he feels that being banished was a harsh punishment for what he believed was an acceptable method of gaining new numbers. He comes to love those he cares for, but if they come to betray him (as other rogues have done) he instantly feels the burn of their rejection and lashes back without hesitation; thus, he tends to keep little contact while he roams, and keeps his trust to himself when he encounters the rare rogue or Clanner. He's a reclusive, hungry, and dangerous character when one works against him; and he'll go back to his darker solutions if pushed hard enough.
HISTORY
Red wasn't always the Red others know him as.
He was born into WindClan, one of two brothers led into the world by their mother, Cloudrunner. Their father was unknown and had no wish to be a part of their lives. It was Redkit and Harekit alone in the nursery, raised by their mother and the occasional warrior who stopped to lend their patience to the young prospects of the Clan.
They grew and grew, until the six moon mark passed and they were assigned mentors. Redpaw was to be mentored by a friendly tom, Crowfoot, to balance out his shy nature and clumsy paws. The brothers weren't trained together often, but it was clear that Harepaw was the better fighter of the two due to his slightly larger build, while Redpaw became the better hunter once Crowfoot sorted out his clumsiness. As with most apprenticeships, they came to a normal end, named warriors as their training was complete. Redpelt and Haretail became the newest members of WindClan, ready for action.
Redpelt carried his duties as any warrior would've; a constant stream of sleeping, eating, hunting for the Clan, and patroling the territory on a daily basis. He and Haretail became distant after becoming warriors, with Redpelt's personality shifting into a more reclusive (rather than simply shy) and cold demeanor. As peace fell over the forest, patrols with multiple cats were not necessary and Redpelt felt compelled to take a solo patrol toward the border with the farms, sneaking in a hunted piece of prey or two.
As he stumbled upon the farms, eagerly snatching up mice, Redpelt came nose to nose with a kittypet called Angel. She was the first she-cat to catch his eye, perfectly groomed and sleek, like a RiverClanner; and despite being a kittypet, she ran the barn with all its mice and could hold her own outside the Twoleg nest. Truth be told, he was impressed, and he impressed her with his feral handsomeness, a dash of ruggedness to his crooked smile. With that one visit, he came to fall in love with both her personality and image and promised to visit more often.
Newleaf turned to greenleaf. Redpelt saw more and more of Angel as his solo patrols increased in frequency, and he gave her his affections. As greenleaf dwindled to a slow end, Angel revealed to him that she was expecting his kittens; it was a shock and in his stunned surprise, all Redpelt could do was think about how he had broken the warrior code. He was having kits outside the Clans. He ran, turned tail and tried to forget about the fact that he was breaking his sworn duty as a warrior of WindClan, but the idea of simply having kits was seeded in his head until he sprouted into an unconditional love. While he stayed away, Angel had her litter and began to raise their kits on her own and this wouldn't sit well with Redpelt.
He needed to see his kits, even if was just once in their entire lives.
By this time however, leaf-fall had begun and seasoned considerably, forewarning a hard leafbare with a spring of early diseases and meager prey. Redpelt began to watch as his Clan slowly died around him, starving until their ribcages became pronounced and their eyes dulled with poor health. One warrior died, and then two, and finally three. By the time the last warrior and a kit perished, leafbare had settled into an early routine and left WindClan with fewer numbers. Redpelt thought about the kits he hadn't yet seen, churned the idea through his head about taking them and raising them in a Clan setting to raise their numbers; and decided that if Angel agreed, he would adopt his kits.
The conversation didn't go well. Angel felt betrayed by his sudden departure and was doing perfectly fine with her parental skills without a father figure for her daughters. She spat at Redpelt, warned him to never come back asking for them again. And Redpelt became desperate, begging for the kits at first, but slowly submitting until he could formulate a plan to steal his kits for the sake of WindClan's survival. He humbled himself, said he wouldn't take the kits for the Clan, but asked if it was alright if he at least "visited" and helped her while managing his Clan at home. Angel seemed suspicious, but content with the idea, and she agreed for him to visit the next day.
He planned for her murder; for the kits' safety, and his safe return to the Clan with his daughters. It wasn't an easy task to get a fox to follow him; trekking to Fourtrees and scenting one out, angering it enough to follow him, and winding his way around trees and across snow -- enough that the fox wouldn't catch up to him immediately, but would still dog him across WindClan territory to his destination. And so he met up with Angel, gave himself only a few minutes to start a conversation and drink in the sight of his two kits; and then he fled, snatching the kittens up as best he could before the fox burst onto the scene. The tree were his safety as he scaled one, the fox snapping at his heels before it turned and leapt upon the shocked Angel.
Angel, who had no battle experience against anything larger than a stray cat. Angel, who couldn't hold her own against a starved fox that essentially ripped her to shreds. Guilt didn't settle in the pit of Redpelt's belly as it should've, because he felt that what he did was for the benefit of the Clan, kittypets forgotten in favor of his life's survival.
He left for WindClan as soon as he could, and once he presented Dawnstar with the kits, he gave them to Leafheart to be their surrogate mother. As the father of motherless kits, he didn't give them names and allowed Leafheart to name them: Whitekit and Galekit, only to have Whitekit succumb to the icy claws of leafbare as well.
Redpelt sat on the sidelines as he watched Galekit grow, avoiding her questions as to who he was and why he always guided her; so different from all the other male warriors. He merely provided insight as to how she could do things better, like pouncing or tracking or play fighting. As deputy, he wasn't given much time to watch over Galekit and this prompted the small she-cat to stop asking him questions all the time, instead falling to her own devices.
When it came time for Galekit to become an apprentice, Redpelt began to bother Dawnstar about becoming her mentor by pointing out her faults and how he could improve them, trying to prove himself as the best choice because he was the current deputy. After some time, she relented, and named him as Galepaw's mentor at the apprenticeship ceremony; without knowing that the two were father and daughter. Galepaw's interest in this superior figure was piqued, interested in how she could be so lucky as to have the deputy become her mentor when there were other warriors without apprentices in the Clan. He merely shook off the questions and set off on training her to be a proper warrior.
And he tried, but it wasn't enough to tame the eagerness of the typical apprentice; nerves and excitement sometimes landing Galepaw in sticky situations. He always scolded her for her posture in hunting, scenting something wrong, lifting her tail the wrong way in sparring practice. Tiny mistakes that he knew would hinder her performance, and she began to grow bitter at him for his constant nagging, all the barbed words and concealed insults.
The last straw came when she chased that rabbit over the WindClan-ThunderClan border, landed herself in a fox trap, and nearly snapped her tail off before being escorted back to camp by a ThunderClan patrol. Redpelt had never been so embarrassed in his life, to have an apprentice and daughter who had disobeyed the most basic rule and chased prey into another Clan's territory, and his anger rose in him. When Galepaw was suitably patched up and told to put her apprentice training on hold, he let his frustration come out in a hard scolding, yelling at her in front of what company they had in camp. And she retaliated, snapped back, and he snapped himself; told her what a disgrace she was for being a half kittypet, how she would amount to nothing as a warrior, and spat out how her real mother had died, ending Galepaw's belief that Leafheart was her mother.
The shock was present in both of them, and though Redpelt felt satisfied with his scolding, Dawnstar was not pleased with his actions. She immediately demoted him back to a warrior's position and waited until moonrise to name Leafheart as her new deputy.
Betrayed by this turn of events, Redpelt couldn't believe what he was hearing. After bringing Galepaw into the Clan when they needed new life the most and leading the Clan as its deputy, Dawnstar ripped away his title and gave it to the cat who was only a surrogate mother to his daughter; who had failed to keep his Whitekit alive.
With a new tension between Redpelt and Galepaw, it became increasingly harder to train her without a glare of hatred or a snarled argument every day. But they pulled through, and Galepaw was named Galeheart at her warrior's ceremony.
Anger and hatred stewed in his heart as he continued the warrior's life in WindClan. He did as he was told, lucky to remain in Clan life, and became a silent figure among WindClan's cats. He watched silently as Galeheart grew into a strong warrior, a loving mother, and he hardly felt obliged to meet with his grandkits. With her indifference toward him, Redpelt felt he wouldn't have been welcomed into her life after his lies and murder record.
He expected to be a mentor to one of Galeheart's kits, as he was one of the older warriors among the Clan, but Dawnstar felt that Leafheart and Galeheart herself would be the best mentors for the young apprentices. And Redpelt seethed. He didn't see what Leafheart had in her that let her be chosen over him, the former deputy and a senior warrior by the current standards! The idea of murdering her was great, almost too great, but he had to remind himself that he already had a warning; if he so much as threatened another cat, he would probably be exiled in a heartbeat.
But that urge became too much. The jealousy, anger and hatred built up and he planned. As with the fox, he formulated his plan in less than a day and executed it at night. Leafheart had no warning, no time to wake and scream as he bit into her throat with a swift killing bite before Redpelt slunk away into his own corner of the camp. Dawn broke and cats were livid and stuck with fear at the dead warrior in their presence, sniffing and scenting and examing the bite wound. Redpelt was already gaining attention by lingering around the outside of the group; until someone screeched that it was him, he's the one that killed Leafheart!
They sprang upon him, snarling and spitting insults, wailing cries and mourning caterwauls for the loss of a beloved queen and warrior. Dawnstar cast her glare upon him and snarled that he wasn't welcome in WindClan anymore, and that he would be killed on the spot if he dared enter WindClan territory again.
And so started his life as a rogue, old enough to be the father of a grown warrior; but with a nasty personality and reputation that ultimately spurned his Clanmates away from him. Redpelt was suddenly on his own, betrayed by his Clan and then driven out. Without a second thought, he decided that his name would simply be Red, without the addition of his warrior name there to remind him of the family that had betrayed him.
A/N I had trouble trying to adjust Red's age to a proper feral cat's while trying to fit in Gale's birth and other events. Thus, there is no mention of raising an apprentice, even though he became deputy.
FAMILY
Graycloud... Father... Deceased
Cloudrunner... Mother... Deceased
Galestar... Daughter... Leader
Whitekit... Daughter... Deceased
Rabbitfoot... Grandson... Warrior
Lightheart... Granddaughter... Warrior
PLAYER Slick
ACCOUNTS currently this one (1)
*How did you found out about us?
Sorreh. :V
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