Stripetalon - ShadowClan

STRIPETALON ✻ SHADOWCLAN

name

Stripetalon

reasoning

Stripe - notable black stripes against his brown pelt
Talon - particularly sharp claws (although some would say it's because he's a bit flighty)

age

29 moons

gender

tom

alliance

shadowclan

rank

warrior

physique

short description

brown tabby tom with black stripes, white patches, and yellow eyes

physical description

Stripetalon is a fairly average looking cat. He has longer fur and his pelt is a darker brown, covered in an array of black mackerel tabby stripes. The patterns against his dark coat actually help him to camouflage. He has a fair build, although he's a bit more slender than muscular, built more for agility and ambush than for brute-force attacks. He has wide yellow eyes, with the smallest flecks of lighter green that make them look wild in a way. He has a triangular head, large ears, and twisted whiskers. He has a white patch on his chest, white paws, and a white tip on his tail. His dainty little paws hide a mean pair of claws, which were what earned him the suffix in his name. He looks almost feminine and is sure to keep his coat nice and clean, being very proud of how he looks.
PICTURE

• stealthy/patient
• "silver tongued"/good speaker
• secret keeper
• clever
• cunning

• spontaneous
• easily upset
• drama queen/over-emotional
• Impulsive
• mischievous
• suspicious
• out of place
• superstitious

*Patient - when he needs to be. Sometimes he can be impulsive, but if he has had the chance to think things out and form plans, he can be very patient while waiting for them to play out. He's patient for ambushes, but impulsive whenever he's just out and about.

"You will be a great warrior one day," his mother would promise him as she ran her tongue over the top of his head. Stripekit would smile and stare up at the stars as she told stories of ShadowClan and their great victories, before drifting off to sleep before he did.
"StarClan is watching us," she meowed as she drifted off to sleep, curled up around her single kit, "They will -yawn- look out for us. Don't you worry your pretty... little... -yawn- head..."

Falconfeather was his mother's name. She was a gentle soul, although no one was really sure of who her kit's father was. She never had a mate, but used to meet with a temperamental rogue whom she suddenly broke off ties with. Despite her hardships, especially having lost two kits out of three when her litter was born, she had extremely strong faith in StarClan. She named her one kit Stripekit, after the black stripes on his pelt. He was a rambunctious little trouble-maker, although he was always very close to his mother, constantly opting to tag along with her whenever she went out to sun. Even if he'd never sit still, he'd make an attempt when she was relaxing or napping.
Stripekit found it hard to make friends with the other kits. He always tried to tag along with them for their games, but his desperation to belong and fidgetiness usually chased away any potential friends. So, he grew up playing alone or talking to his mother. He began to make friends with apprentices or elders, since they felt bad for him and would entertain him for a few moments if it made him happy. He loved to listen to their stories and grew smarter each day, hearing from more experienced cats about possible tactics or won battles.

"You'll do fine, sweetie," Falconfeather assured as her son looked around curiously. He wondered who his mentor would be, and was excited to finally become an apprentice.

Stripepaw made a fair apprentice. He excelled in hunting, being quick enough to catch up with anything he might have missed on his first pounce. He loved messing around with his prey, especially the smaller rodents. He's corner mice and cause them to run back and forth for about a minute before he actually tried to kill them, fascinated by the snap decisions they made as they tried to scurry away. He found that, due to his strength not really comparing to that of the other apprentices, predicting his opponents moves was made things much easier. He became quite tactical, using the best of his brains to combat what he missed in brawn.

Stripetalon eventually earned his warrior name for his longer claws and the nasty scratches they left. He was happy to become a warrior, until... things took quite the nasty turn.
When he was about fifteen moon, the fire hit. Not only were many injured by the flames during the catastrophe; others walked away with burning lungs and breathing problems. Although Falconfeather had escaped the flames, she suffered from terrible shortness of breath and her throat was always hurting. Eventually, her voice kept getting scratchier and scratchier until it finally gave out. Her lungs had been damaged, and her shortness of breath only helped worsen things after Leafbare rolled in. She became ill and whitecough quickly turned into greencough. Too weak and worn to fight it off, she died.
Littlestar had run off, abandoning them while saving her own life so that StarClan could not give new lives to their deputy. RiverClan was suffering, as was WindClan, and it seemed as though only ThunderClan was blessed with prey and health. Oh, woe was ShadowClan, suffering greatly for crimes that they could not fully understand. Stripetalon grew more nervous about everything he did, worried that StarClan would surely punish him. And yet, at the same time, why bother? They were already suffering greatly. Mixed emotions and hardships could become enough to drive any cat into madness.
Stripetalon is currently a young warrior teetering between lunacy, and nervousness; fear and trust of StarClan, and resent for it. He is slowly becoming more resentful toward ThunderClan as well, finding pleasure in harassing them any time he can by wandering dangerously close to the border or handing out in tree branches as if he threatened to jump over.