Post by //Sunneh// is FuMiNg on Dec 7, 2010 19:35:50 GMT -6
this i know
name
here i call home
clan
CloudClan
this i am
gender
Tom
how long i have been
age
23 moons
they see my skill
position
Leader
my words are heard
personality
Even before he was appointed one of the youngest deputies - then leader - in clan history, Fadedstripe was an exceedingly well-known tom. With his good (yet scruffy) looks and various skills, he was (and still is) a hard tom to miss. But, though he is an exceptional warrior, most cats wonder how he obtained such a high position; surely there were more older, more responsible cats available for the task. After all, with his fickle personality and sometimes hot temper, Fadedstripe has always been a bit of a loose cannon. And, though the young tom has proven himself capable of the position many times, some still question the leader’s decision. Despite these uneasy murmurings, Fadedstripe never questions himself and acts with the unwavering justice and nobility that he believes any good leader should.
If anything, loyalty and selflessness are Fadedstripe’s strongest traits. Once you are a friend of this young tom, you are a friend for life. There are no exceptions, no mincing of words. He takes no regard for his own safety, but if one of his friends are hurt his calm demeanor melts, leaving an intensely burning brand in its place. And when that happens, no enemy is safe. Fadedstripe is well aware of the fine line between justice and revenge and is cautious in battle when he feels a need for vengeance—he has violated that line only once before, and the results were highly unpleasant. For this tom has a dark side, a part of him that should never have existed, created by lies that should of never been told.
With his usually gracious demeanor, it is hard to imagine Fadedstripe as anything but the gallant tom that he struggles to be. But he has his weaknesses, she-cats being one of them—he is a shameless flirt, but has never been devoted enough to sustain a serious relationship. Fadedstripe also believes that a cat, even as important as he, should be able to have a day or two off of his ‘grueling’ duties. There are plenty of cats that can take over for him, he reasons, so why shouldn’t he be able to have some time to spend relaxing? Fortunately, Fadedstripe decided to clean up his act when he became leader, but you can still catch him taking a little nap when clan life is peaceful. Despite his lax behavior, Fadedstripe has a way of manipulating others, influencing their actions to his benefit. Things tend to happen just the way he wants them to, one of the reasons the position of leader came to rest in his paws.
my reflection torn
description
Appearance:
Beneath the chaotic mix of tabby stripes and swirls, Fadedstripe’s primary fur color is a dark shade of golden brown. A darker stripe, almost black, runs down his spine, broadening around his shoulders and on the base of his tail. However, instead of being a solid color, this stripe slowly fades into his pelt, almost appearing as if he had been smeared with coal-black ashes. Thinner stripes, shaped like bolts of lightning, seem to spread out of the dark band. They spiral around his body like serpents, fading away to almost nothing on his slightly paler chest and underbelly only to reappear again on the other side. Intricate tabby markings grace his forehead, giving him an almost regal appearance. Dark rings circle his legs and tail, another part of his tabby pattern. His paws are a similar color, making it appear as they had been dipped in ink. Queer marking circle his fierce amber eyes, the same faded color as his chest and underbelly. A vertical scar runs down his right eye, the result of a small scuffle with an IvyClan warrior. However, it doesn’t affect his vision nor does it mar his good looks—in fact, it adds to them.
Fadedstripe’s pelt is short and scraggly, with fringes of unruly fur sticking up across his spine. If well groomed, his coat would be smooth and sleek, but Fadedstripe has never paid much attention to his appearance. He prefers to let his fur lay casually—the idea of his appearance pleasing someone repulses him, though he doesn’t mind catching the eye of a she-cat or two. Still, he has been known to properly groom himself on very rare, very special occasions. During Greenleaf, he experiences an uncomfortable breeze through his thin fur; during Leafbare, his winter coat is barely enough to keep him from freezing.
As for his build, Fadedstripe is a rather muscular cat. Not large and bulky like some toms, but tough and supple. He is heavy enough to take a powerful blow and still manage to stay on his paws, yet light enough to move quickly in battle. His wiry frame allows him to perform astonishing feats of agility, leaping high over his opponents’ heads and striking them from above. Despite his deadly build, Fadedstripe prefers to use brain over brawn and is an excellent battle tactician.
those who came before
parents
Marina and Ringtail. Both deceased.
they who stand by my side
littermates
Unknown (possible half-brother or -sister)
this i have seen
history
Fadedstripe was born as “Stripe” in the alleyways of a Twolegplace not far from the home of the four clans, the son of a rogue and a CloudClan tom. His father abandoned him and his mother, Marina, when he was a kit, leaving the two of them to fend for themselves. Life was hard—they lived in grime and filth, surrounded by cats that would rip out each other’s throats for the tiniest scrap. Food was scarce and Marina gave what little she could find to Fadedstripe. The two of them were as close as mother and son can be and Fadedstripe adored her. His mother did the best she could to raise him, but by the time he was four moons old, the strain was too much for her. She sickened and died, leaving Fadedstripe to fend for himself.
Alone in the world, Fadedstripe was forced to become like the thieving strays and scavengers that he had always despised, simply to survive. But he never truly became one of them; he was too noble for that. In the midst of the chaotic, wicked life of the strays, Fadedstripe managed to cling to his morality and personal views. But, by the time of his sixth moon, Fadedstripe decided that he had had enough. And with one last visit to his mother’s resting place, he left and never looked back.
It wasn’t long before he stumbled upon a CloudClan patrol while trekking through the open moor. It was only natural that they tried to drive him off—rogues presented a great trouble to the clans, and this one looked dangerous. Likewise, it was only natural that Fadedstripe fought back. And StarClan, did he fight. The patrol had never seen anything so brave, even from their own clanmates. This young cat, barely the age of an apprentice, fought with the fire of a warrior. So after a bit of whispering among themselves, they invited him to join their clan. Tentatively, Fadedstripe agreed: he had nowhere else to go and his heart felt a strange yearning for the plains.
His arrival in the CloudClan camp was met with suspicious stares, some hostile, some merely curious. Rogues weren’t a common sight on the moor and the few that did trespass were driven off. Sure, some of them thought that he might be ‘different’ from the others, but what would the leader say? And, even if he was allowed to stay, would he accept the Warrior Code? He would be trouble from the moment he came, they were sure of it.
Well aware of her clan’s skepticism, the leader announced that Fadedstripe would be accepted into the clan, but gave him a warning before he could give his consent. She told him that he would have to work even harder than the clan-born apprentices to prove himself. For even though he had been formally acknowledged as a member of CloudClan, he would have to fight for his clanmates’ respect.
Despite the dubious hisses aimed at him, Fadedstripe was accepted into CloudClan and apprenticed to a large ginger tom named Briarclaw. Briarclaw was a harsh mentor that expected perfect performance and obedience from his apprentice. Most cats would of shrank from such overwhelming pressure. But Fadedstripe stood up to the challenge. He met his mentor’s standards; he exceeded them. His clanmates regarded him fondly, and quite a few elders suggested that he had CloudClan blood—he was the perfect image of Ringtail, a warrior that had disappeared a half-moon before the estimated time Fadedstripe was born. This rumor spread throughout the camp, and soon the clan gave him their complete trust and respect. It wasn’t long before he was ready to become a warrior.
But a sun before his planned assessment, something unthinkable happened. While in pursuit of a rabbit, Fadedstripe’s attention was pulled away from his prey when he heard a shriek of surprise and pain. Naturally, the apprentice went in search of the clamor’s source. Tentatively, Fadedstripe pushed aside a clump of ferns then gasped at what he saw: Briarclaw, his mentor, lying beneath the blood-stained claws of an IvyClan warrior. Without a moment of hesitation, Fadedstripe launched himself at the enemy warrior. Everything seemed consumed with red as the tabby used every bit of his strength to fight his opponent; to avenge his mentor’s death. After a moment, his vision cleared and Fadedstripe flinched at the sight of the IvyClan tom, flayed and broken, lying still in front of him. He had gone too far…and yet…he felt no regret.
Horrified at both himself and the death of his mentor, Fadedstripe took Briarclaw’s scruff between his jaws and carefully dragged the limp body back to camp. After telling the clan the whole story, Fadedstripe was praised for his bravery and consoled for his loss. He had never been particularly fond of his mentor, but they had known each other an awful long time. A mournful vigil for Briarclaw was soon followed by a joyful one for Fadedstripe. At last he had become a warrior! It was one of the proudest days of his life; to think, he would probably be dead, or worse, if he hadn’t left the rogues. But, in the midst of his pride, Fadedstripe swore to do his best to keep his hunger for revenge at bay.
He has stayed true to his word, but can feel himself slipping. StarClan better stand by this tom’s side, or his destiny may take a turn for the worst.
His time as a simple warrior was short. True, he was able to train an apprentice in that time, but not long after his charge's ceremony, the old deputy died in what appeared to be a battle with a fox. His Clanmates were horrified and it only got worse for them when Fadedstripe was chosen deputy. True, the young tom had the muscles for the job. But did he have the skill? The righteousness? They didn't know. But they soon found out how capable he really was when a fox attacked a small patrol.
Fadedstripe, of course, was leading the group of cats when it happened. He didn't hesitate when they were ambushed and with his cool head and rational commands, the beast was driven off. That should of been enough for his clan, but some still doubt him, even after Jadestar's death and Fadedstripe's rise into power. They will see the errors in their ways quite soon, but for now, Fadedstar does his best to ignore them and prove himself the best leader the clans have ever seen.
these my words
role-play example
Fadedstripe sat on the small hill overlooking the camp, his spine curved in rigid alignment with the sky. His sharply tapered ears were flattened against his skull, adding to this effect. His back was like a branch bending under the weight of an exceptionally large burden, sloping directly at his shoulders to form a perfect line there up as he gazed at the stars. Well, maybe 'gazing' isn't the right word. Let's try 'glaring'. Yes, he was glaring at the stars on a cold leaf-bare night, and they stared back. Blankly. Lifelessly. The tabby's amber eyes closed, hidden beneath intricately marked eyelids, as he wondered....wondered why. He had always wanted to become leader, but never like this. Jadestar was dead, murdered. That wasn't how it was supposed to end. Fadedstripe had always expected the elderly leader to end her days peacefully, not locked in mortal combat. It just wasn't right...and yet...he knew he had to move on. His clan wouldn't benefit from his grief. There was no shame in it, but his clan needed him. Now more than ever. His eyes opened, flashing with sudden determination. He rose from his sitting position, then padded towards camp to fetch Nightleaf. It was time for him to set off. To meet StarClan, and receive his nine lives. Fadedstripe had his doubts, but they didn't matter. All that mattered was his clan. It had always been that way, and always would be. Always.
they who controls me
autobiography
Sorry the example is so short. D: I'm still not sure if Jadestar and Lightningstrike have been effectively killed off yet, so... well, anyway, CloudClan really needs a leader, and I'm glad that Fadedstripe may be able to be one on this site.
