Numbfeather - ShadowClan

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Name:Numbfeather

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Age:36 moons (3 years)

Clan:ShadowClan

Gender:Tom-Cat

Position:Warrior

Appearance:

Numbfeather is a good sized tom-cat. He has nice conformation with no physical faults to him. No scars can be seen through his think pelt, which is light ginger-orange color. His pelt is covered by brown-orange stripes that form a sort of thick dorsal strip going straight down his back. Numbfeather's chest is a lighter, almost cream color with the stripes sort of coming to a halt at the center. His muzzle is also cream-white with white whiskers growing form the sides of his cheeks. Pink nose and light pink lips make his face look like it was draw with a thin pencil, making each stroke perfectly. His eyes are amber-yellow in color, matching perfectly with his coloring. Numbfeather's ears are also a perfect size for his head, with small tri-colored hairs of white, orange, and brown protruding form them.

Numbfeather also has big muscles that are hidden beneath his coat. They give him great strength and speed. His legs muscles are tight and give him and edge during battle and make him a swift hunter. His back muscles are well developed, meaning that if a cat lands on him it doesn't hurt as much and he can recover quickly. His heart an lungs are also very well developed and strong, making him able to fight to the death.

Personality:

Numbfeather is a hard-core tom-cat. He is tired of having to be everything anyone wants him to be. He hates having to prove himself. He proved himself once to his mate, Hawk, who ended up dieing giving birth to his son. He doesn't know what to expect of anyone, because he broke the warrior code. He is constantly fighting with himself and others, his brain always in a constant battle. Numbfeather also made a promise to himself that he would never lose a battle again. He would fight to the death. He still thinks it was his fault that he wasn't there for Hawk. He can't stand having lost his mate, and the trust of his Clan.

When Numbfeather was a youngster, his father always made sure that Numbpaw did exactly what he had done when he was an apprentice. Numbpaw was always under pressure, so now he can't stand pressure and tends to crack under it. He also can't stand when others tell him that he did something wrong, because his father was always telling him he was doing it wrong or not good enough. Al he ever really wanted was to be his own self, not his father.

Therefore, Numbfeather doesn't talk much. But, when he does, he is usually to arguer with someone. He just can't take being persecuted for taking a rouge for a mate! He doesn't like listening either because of his father, he always feels like he is being pushed. He ended up becoming nothing like his father, but becoming a cat of so much tension, hostility, and mixed emotions.

Numbfeather doesn't waste a second to tell others how he feels. He may not talk alot, but he is not shy! He can have mouthful to say when someone starts telling him off!

Numbfeather also misses his son. He never got to see him grow up at all. He thinks it is his flat, that he should have tried harder to help him become part of ShadowClan and not RiverClan. He has never forgiving himself for it, and never will.

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History:

Numbkit~~Numbkit was born to Featherwing (mother) and Talonfinger (father). He was always pushed to become like his father, who would have become deputy if he was a pure-blood ShadowClan cat. Numbkit never had any time to play because his father always made him practice scenting and was always showing him new battle moves. Because of this, Numbkit grew up and never had any friends. He was always alone or with his father. Soon, Numbkit Begin to hate his father and mother, who though it was great that Numbkit was being taught these things so young. No one helped him because no one ever did anything against this family. They were well respected from everyone! Soon, Numbkit's father began telling him he was doing everything wrong and he couldn't do anything right. He said that Numbkit was horrible. That he needed to push himself harder. This continued even as an apprentice.

Numbpaw~~When Numbpaw was made an apprentice, he was relived to get a new mentor besides his father. But his father still did his training! He even went far enough to kill Numbpaw's mentor and take his training on himself. Numbpaw began to get so much anger built up, that he finally cracked under the pressure. He snapped, lunging at his father. The two fought each other in the middle of the camp and, after the battle, Numbpaw ran away. That was when he met the beautiful Hawk! They talked and soon became fast friends. When Numbpaw went back to camp, he felt happier then he had ever been in a long time. But he was in trouble! He wasn't aloud out of camp for a whole moon! But that didn't stop him from seeing Hawk. As soon as his punishment was over,r he met her again. Then, a few moons before he became a warrior, Hawk old him the news. They were having kits!

Numbfeather~~As he became a warrior, Numbfeather had so many questions tumbling inside his mind. How had this happened? How could he let this happen? But, no one found out. Moons went on and at last! It was almost time for Hawk to have her kits. Numbfeather went to go visit her, but his father followed him. His father found out everything and told the whole of ShadowClan! Numbfeather was afraid. SO afraid that he ended up fighting his father...and killing him. It was an accident! They had gone to close to the Thunderpath. Way to close. A monster came out of nowhere and crushed Numbfeather's father. Numbfeather couldn't be blamed, but his Clan lost all trust in him and all faith! Then, Numbfeather ran again. he ran until he caught the scent of Hawk. But she was on WindClan territory. He got to her, but it was to late. The only living thing there was a red tom-kit. A WindClan warrior came up to him with the WindClan leader, saying that the she-cat had asked to join WindClan. They told him that they had no idea she was about to give birth and that they were really sorry, but they couldn't take the kit. So, Numbfeather licked his son's head, looked at the WindClaners Adan told them to take him to RiverClan, where he could hopefully grow up into a well-respected warrior. He thought about ThunderClan, but he didn't want him being anywhere near the Tunderpath, so RiverClan was best. Then, he set off back home. Two sunrises had past when he returned to his camp. No one spoke to him and he found out that his mother had killed herself by jumping into the river after she had found out he mate had died. Now, moons later, he is still filled with so many emotions, so many thoughts! He just wants his son back, to have a second shot at life.

Role-play Example:

A soft breeze played with the orange tom-cat's mane. He sat with tail curled around his paws, deep in thought. Amber-yellow eyes looked 'pon the ShadowClan territory, taking in every nook and cranny. A sigh escaped the handsome tom as he sat there in the sunset. Auds twitched to capture the sound of a snapping twig before swiveling behind him, back to wards the camp.

Like always, Numbfeather was all alone, That was how he spent his days. Alone, with no one to love or care for him. He had no friends, no family. Oh wait! Yes he did. He had a son! But, he was in RiverClan and there was nothing he could do for him. He had given up that Cancer all those moons ago. So long ago! When Hawk had died and his Clan had given up on him. When his father had died. And his death, in Numbfeather's eyes, was his fault. IF only he hadn't decided to lung at his father! Then that monster wound't have gone a rolled over him, crushing the soft body of a cat under its giant rolling paws!

But there was nothing he could do now. Not a thing And maybe it was better he didn't have his son. Maybe it was better that no one cared. Then he couldn't put them through this pain and suffering when he died. He already knew that no one would care when he died. No one ever looked at him without think tat he was a killer, a warrior code breaker. But hey! You can't stop love.

As another stick snapped, Numbfeather stood to his paws. Maybe it was another rat! His breathing quickened as he focused in on the battle. He waited fro the giant rat to emerge before lunging. He knew what to do. Powerful back legs pushing him off the ground and long claws gripped at the gray rat's sides. He ripped it opening, enjoying the warm scarlet blood that soaked his legs. This was all he had to live for.

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