Post by BlindSoul on Sept 13, 2010 23:21:14 GMT -5
Name: Slatestone
Age: 22 moons
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Gender: Tom
Rank: Deputy
Clan: Thunderclan
Breed: Unknown
Personality:
Age: 22 moons
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Gender: Tom
Rank: Deputy
Clan: Thunderclan
Breed: Unknown
Personality:
Slatestone is serious, his duty to the leader and clan come first. Family second, himself last. This is all he's ever known. Duty. He;ll do what is asked, when it is asked. But the only cats he will obey are the Leader, medicine cat, and anyone is a higher rank then him. He is blunt, does what he knows or thinks is right, and the only time he shall ever disobey a direct command is if he thinks it will harm the Clan, the Leader, or if it is something his leader does not or will not approve of. Being perfectly content to live and die in his rank, Slatestone never once aspired to become the Leader of his beloved clan. Having no lover, living parents or sibling, much less kits, Slatestone considers his old mentor and his family, his own family. But he does not grasp the true feeling of having a family.Apperance:
When confronted with a problem that troubles him, Slatestone will block everything out as he thinks for the best way to solve it. If it is in a pressured situation where a quick decision must be made he follows his gut. Slatestone lives with no regrets, or at least tries not to.
The brave, loyal, and determined tom is actually rather shy when confronted with matters of the heart and opposite gender. He will do one of two things;
1- Shuffle on his paws, feeling embarrassed and do everything to avoid the situation, or
2- Deny it point blank, face has hard as stone. But silently grieve and regret it later. Much to his horror and dismay.
He seams to be as emotionless as stone, creating fear in his enemy's when they look into his blank eyes during battle. but the few who know him personally, all know that he does indeed have the feelings, but does not know how to express them. Slatestone also feels that his own personal goals, and dreams have no point, and pushes away the want to express his own needs, selfish or justified.
Often when confronted by a moment where strong emotions are expressed, Slatestone can feel troubled, an internal struggle that leaves him confused and feeling alone. As he does not show his own emotion, it is not well known that Slatestone actually feels very alone and empty the majority of the time. Often times he is lost in thought, and often can't find the words he seeks to speak. Leaving him out of conversations, and having a reputation of being a quiet cat.
Surprising enough, Slatestone gets along well with kits, in his own way. Not to say that they all like him, but more often then not he is swarmed by them if he is not careful enough.
A slate gray tabby tom, with shimmering blue eyes. That seam to reflect the world right back at you, along with all it's beauty. But are hollow and empty on the inside.History:
A sleek pelt, that ripples at his large build and finely tones muscles. Short hair that is easy to keep clean. Large claws that appear to be black in color, and look as if they are sharpened on stone. Which they are not.
Due to his excessive training in all kinds of weather, his paws are ruff and ragged. No matter how much he cleans them it seams as if he just ran threw Shadowclan and back. But the spiky fur that comes out from between his cold hard gray pads provide excellent traction. His chest is also like this, but to a lesser extent. It has the same feel, but it is much finer and can feel soft and comforting in its own way. Thanks to all this the time Slatestone would have to spend grooming himself is cut down, and he rather enjoys that fact. and because the rest of his pelt is sleek, silky, and all above smooth, his chest and paws stick out, ad they are sticking out more, anything but smooth. All in all he is unique in appearance. Proud of his fur, Slatestone takes good care of it, and hopes that it does not change.
His canine teeth are a bit more defined then others, and if he ever smirked or smiled in anyway, fear would sweep threw all who see it Fear or the urge to laugh uncontrollably, one way or another, Slatestone tries to keep the showing of his teeth to a minim.
Born to a loving couple, Slatestone, or just Slatekit at the time, was the only surviving kit in his litter of 3. His parents loved him with everything they had, keeping him in a comfortable world that still let him see the outside. But tragedy struck as when he was only 7 weeks old both his mother and father perished. It was never revealed to him how they died.
He was placed in the care of a mentaly unstable mother, and a cold hard father. Both of them only cared for their own kits, and the kits in turn didn't like Slatekit. It burned all emotion away from him, and his desire to live only for the clan was born when the current leader at the time became more of a father to him, then anyone else.
When Slatekit went from a kit, to Slatepaw an apprentice, he devoted him entire being fully to training and serving the clan and it's Leader. Only one other apprentice toke notice of him and openly tried to befriend him. Her name was Skypaw. Uncertain with the feelings that over came him, Slatepaw was uneasy around her, but none the less he cared deeply for her.
She never knew how much he cared from his emotionless face and hollow eyes. Skypaw was killed by an adder, sending Slatepaw farther down the path that would make him what he is today. He never could befriend his fellow apprentices, and the only companion ship he had after his father figure passed on, was his mentor, the senior warriors, and two of the elders.
Things went like this foe many moons until he became a Warrior at the early age of 11 moons. Much to the hate of his peers and pride of his older companions. He was named Slatestone because of the face he wore, of the cold face everyone else saw. Devoting himself to a new level he kept going, making his clan proud, and envious of him. Well other cats paired off and fell in love, Slatestone remained single. When the old Deputy fell ill and died, Slatestone was the obvious choice for the job, and many of the seniors and elders supported him.
And thus Slatestone became the Deputy of Thunderclan at the young age of 21 moons. It was a troubling first moon for him. Foxmind, his older apprentice turned warrior passed away just days after his promotion. Foxminds original mentor had been killed in a scuffle, and the rest of the young toms trainging had been left to Slatestone. The red fox-like tom had been his closet friend and provided him a feeling of welcome. He had never felt more alive and real then when Foxmind was around. But he fell into a river, and soon passed away of illness.
Feeling with-drawn more then usual Slatestone struggled to fall into and prosper in his new position. But none the less he did what he always did, thrown himself into his duties with no consern for himself and his wants. He is now slowly filling the role that his predecessor had redefined and made great.
