Obsidianfoot

[amethyst]

[Obsidianfoot]
[Paws the color of obsidian.]

[Male]
[ShadowClan]
[60 moons]
[warrior]

____________[LOOKS]

He's a very well built tom; he's muscular, tall, and powerful. He uses his strength well in battles but lacks on acting quickly. His fur is mainly white, but all four of his paws and his tail tip are black. His right ear has a v-cut in it, and his left ear is pratically unscathed. His eyes are a menacing forest green, and they seem to darken when he expresses hate towards someone or something. His teeth are straight and sharp, ready to sink into another cat's neck. His claws are long, black, and have a very fine point at the end due to frequent sharpening.

____________[PERSONA]

He's not exactly the best tool in the box; we'll just start there. He has enough sense to abide by the warrior code, but he's thought about killing some of his Clanmates before, which isn't so smart. He hates making mistakes and goes completely antisocial when he does so. Well, he was somewhat antisocial in the first place, so there's almost no change there. He usually has a serious expression on his face, and tends to stare down anyone who annoys him. He doesn't have a taste for kits, though he's thought about having his own. He doubts it will happen, though, because he truly believes that no cat would ever be understanding and patient enough to unearth the true cat buried deep inside him.

____________[HISTORY]

Obsidianfoot hasn't had the best life in the world. He was never close to his mother, and he never knew his father. His aunts and uncles all rejected him and pretended that he never existed, mainly because they didn't agree with his mother and father being mates. Obsidianfoot seemed to raise himself for the first six moons of his life.

His apprenticeship wasn't much better. He was a very slow learner, and he never seemed to do anything right for the first few moons. His mentor was about to give up on him until Obsidianfoot nearly crushed his mentor during training, barely letting him breathe. Obsidianfoot's mentor then taught the strong tom to act more quickly during battle and use his strength to the farthest extent. In the end, they both ended up respecting each other, but they never expressed it verbally.

Obsidianfoot's mentor and family have been long gone, and now, Obsidianfoot feels more alone than ever, not talking to anyone for days if he doesn't have to.

____________[IC]

(Stonefur is going to be a random warrior name for this.)

"Good morning, Obsidianfoot!" a peppy, energetic young she-cat chirped, her bright blue eyes sparkling as a faint morning light entered the warriors' den. She shifted around in her nest, waiting for the black-and-white tom to answer her greeting. She was thouroughly disappointed when she got just a mere grunt from the tired tom.

"Aren't you going to greet me back?" she asked again, a frown crossing her sweet round face. There was no reply. She shifted in her nest, leaning closer Obsidianfoot.

"WAKE UP!" she shouted, startling Obsidianfoot awake. His fur stood on end and his face was twisted in annoyance. He flashed his dark green eyes to Stonefur and hissed. Not waiting for the she-cat to speak again, he angrily lashed his tail and padded out of the den. He let his eyes quickly adjust to the morning light. Then, he waited for the deputy to send out patrols, though he would be more content just racing out of camp and hunting by himself, with no one watching. No one listening. No one but him and the prey.

____________[FAMILY]

Faintsparkle is Obsidianfoot's deceased mother. Lost-tail is his deceased father. Pondlight and Littlefur are his deceased aunts, and Voletooth is his deceased uncle.

____________[PASSWORD]

AURORA

[W.in.DY.]

Beautiful. Accepted.

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