Post by skypaw on Oct 25, 2011 18:56:31 GMT -4
lone
Cat's Name: Flicker
Clan: None
Age: 29 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Loner
Description:
Flicker is a shaggy-furred white tom with green eyes.
Personality: Flicker’s mind is usually as swift as his paws. He hasn’t survived so well on his own without being able to think through problems and come up with solutions quickly. He’s a tough negotiator and knows how to keep his cool in heated situations. However, he does have a sense of humor, a playful side, and a soft spot for cats weaker than him. He’s a kind cat and despite his now antisocial tendencies, will still jump in to help a cat who needs him.
Unfortunately, he never stays around long enough for any cat to thank him for his good deeds or even ask for his name. He earned the nickname “The Ghost” from a few kittypets, a name that soon spread to the clans, though they had no clue what it meant and merely figured it was his name. He fights and disappears as stealthily as he appeared in the first place. He’s always watchful, keeping a protective eye on the cats around him. He’s actually lonely, but his trust doesn’t come easy and keeps him away from most possible friends and he skittishly and nervously avoids other cats.
Family:
Father: Drift (Deceased)
Mother: Orbit (Deceased)
Brother: Onyx (Kittypet)
History:
Before Onyx and Flicker ever came into existence, before their parents ever met, there was Frostleap. A stunningly handsome and cocky tom with long white fur and yellow eyes. He was young and strong and every she-cat's dream. There was just one problem. He was a Medicine Cat.
(Later, this cat would lose everything and he would no longer be handsome or cocky or anything really, but a useless drifter with no purpose, nothing.)
He had a great, strong, loving family. He was popular. He could easily switch from the path of a Medicine Cat if he so wished. But he never got the chance because his beautiful, perfect family were killed. His mentor died off, and he was too preoccupied with himself to really, truly learn anything from him before that happened.
He had a whole clan to look after, and he knew next to nothing.
He killed his family with his ignorance.
He was the most hated cat in the clan.
And, if it wasn't for a young apprentice, who was being mentored by StarClan themselves, he would of most certainly killed his clan.
The dark dreams began, and his mind was filled with guilt and fear and bitterness and hatred and he ran and ran and ran until Frostleap was no more than a distant dream and in his place was ragged, skittish, crazy Drift.
Then, he met Orbit, beautiful and calm and smart and loving and she became his orbit, his everything. She fought the dark dreams away, made him strong again, and he was fiercely protective of his Orbit, and then, when the time came, his kits.
He named Flicker and Orbit named Onyx. It was only right since Flicker was his spitting image with only his Mother's eyes and calmnness while Onyx, jet black, looked like his Mother's shadow down to the pads of his paws. Drift would find a high perch and watch over his kits and mate zealously.
"What's he doing, Mom?" Flicker would ask, looking up at his Father curiously.
"Protecting us," she would say simply.
One day, when the kits were about four moons old, the four of them were out for a walk when a dog attacked. Drift ordered them all to run and hide but Orbit wouldn't leave his side. Flicker and Onyx hid under a nearby woodpile, peeking out with wide, frightened eyes, and it was then that Flicker saw the tabby cat staring at the pair fighting the dog with wide eyes before running off terrified. Drift barely managed to run the dog off before dying moments later. Orbit died two days later from the wounds she received in battle, under the woodpile with her two scared kits huddled against her.
That night, Onyx didn't even stir from her side when she passed away. Flicker, however, was wide awake, mulling over what he thought he could of, should of done. He thought back on the tabby cat and his cowardice, his father and his bravery, and his own helplessness. He swore he would be like his Father and protect others, that he would be brave and never back down. And his first order of business was to take care of his brother.
Onyx was not like Flicker. Nor was he like Drift. If anyone, Onyx would be more likened to Frostleap, except worse. Yes, Onyx was sad when his parents died but more because he wasn't sure who would take care of him. He needed worry though. Flicker hunted for him, made sure he had somewhere warm and dry to stay, and fought off any cat who dared mess with him. All he had to worry about was keeping his fur nice and shiny, something the vain tom took great pride in.
Needless to say, most cats didn't like Onyx. And because of this, Flicker was always fighting off some sort of angry cat. He got a reputation as a fierce fighter before long and knew how to defend himself, his brother, and most importantly, his prey. He was hunting for two and always brought in a nice load of prey, meaning there was less for the other cats around him.
One day, a group of rogues came to Onyx. They told him of a twoleg who was looking for a cat to keep and how nice and easy his life would be. The only problem, they said, was Flicker was far too attached to him to let him go. They made a plan and he happily agreed.
When Flicker came back from hunting, he was greeted by his brother's yowls for help. He ran in the direction they seemed to come from and found himself in a bramble thicket, his brother nowhere around. Next thing he knew, he was being attacked by a group of angry cats, his brother watching calmly from the sidelines. It didn't take him long to figure out exactly what had happened and for a moment he just allowed the rogues to claw and bite him as they wished.
He barely got out alive by outsmarting the rogues. He stayed hidden in a twoleg garden for days as he healed, muling over his brother's treachery with anguish in his heart. If he couldn't trust his own flesh and blood, who could he trust? After that, he wandered alone, trusting no cat. He went from place to place, but nowhere felt like home. He continued to protect cats, but refused to talk to them afterwards like he once had. He left mice at the edges of starving cat's homes, but was gone as quick as he arrived.
There's times when he wants to talk to others again, and he sometimes grows attached to those he saves, such as the silver tabby she-cat clan cat he saved from a fox or the queen he brought prey for after her mate had died. But when the urges to talk to them get so powerful he aches, he merely wanders to a different place, searching for things just beyond his grasp.
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