Name: Roughthroat
Age: 45 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Senior Warrior ---> Applying for Deputy
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Description: Roughthroat is a solid looking tomcat simply because he is very muscular. Large, rippling muscles lay just beneath his fluffy blue-gray coat, particularly on his forelegs, hind legs, and chest. Despite his fluffy appearance, Roughthroat is very well-defined looking and is not at all a "marshmallow". His muscles indicate that he is a force to be reckoned with. When Roughthroat's hackles raise, the tom is a formidable vision for all to see. However, despite how solid looking he is, the tom is very "fun packed" -- he is somewhat short for a cat of his age.

Roughthroat is covered in a solid blue-gray color from the tips of his toes to the tips of his ears. Because of his age and involvement with his clan, in some places Roughthroat's fur is a kind of dark russet brown color, particularly on his chest and back. Roughthroat has a very fluffy pelt, particularly on his tail. His fur is somewhat matted looking on a normal day -- the tom does not take a great amount of care in grooming himself, particularly if it takes away from his time involved with his clan.

Roughthroat has very sharp blue eyes. Though sharp seems like strange description, most cats meeting Roughthroat for the first time instantly understand the term. Roughthroat's eyes are very intense in color that it is almost unreal. The blue in his eyes is of a dark color and is unlike the sky.

The warrior has one good sized scar on his throat -- the result of surviving a fox attack. The scar on his throat is distorted in shape and drags across the middle of his throat. This scar is somewhat old, since it is a reminder of an injury he received in kithood. The fur on his muzzle and around the scar is of a somewhat lighter shade.

Roughthroat has a smallish tail and the insides of his ears and nose are a slightly darker and more grey. Tufts of fur tip off both of Roughthroat's ears. The only color on Roughthroat's body is his piercing blue eyes.

Description Summary: A muscular fluffy blue gray tom with sharp blue eyes and a scar on his throat.

Personality: In short: Roughthroat is defined by his loyalty and his self confidence.

This blue-gray warrior is a very talented fighter and hunter, simply because of the nature of his background and the scare he and his siblings got in kithood. Roughthroat is not idle at camp, not even in the frozen moons of Leafbare when most cats deem hunting to be almost worthless simply because there is little out of the camp to hunt down. Roughthroat sees no problem with NightClan's current activities against TreeClan -- simply because TreeClan is not his clan and Roughthroat will do anything and everything for his clan. Even if it means sacrificing the welfare of cats from other clans.

Roughthroat is simply one of the most loyal NightClanners around -- scratch that -- one of the most loyal cats to his clan out of all the five clans. His background has shaped this unshakable loyalty. Roughthroat always puts his safety of his clan before himself personally -- whether if it is simply giving up his kill to another cat and refusing to eat for as long as he feels he can hold out without eating or if it means despising clans other than his own. Roughthroat would never go against his clan in choosing a mate and has no plans to take a mate, particularly if it takes away from his clan duties. Roughthroat thinks that his clan is the best out of all of the clans and is not afraid to argue the point.

Roughthroat has a lot of confidence in himself. It does not mean that he doesn't have confidence in others, simply that he relies on himself often rather than others. This can be a good thing and a bad thing. It means that Roughthroat is not unsure of himself in the least and can give orders and express concepts with no hesitation or uncertainty. On the other hand, it means that Roughthroat, once he gets an idea in his head, is unlikely to change it based on the ideas of others. Roughthroat will, however, listen to his leader and medicine cat with an open mind and change his plans on a dime for with their opinions provided.

History: Roughthroat was born to Battleclaw and Iceheart of NightClan. Roughkit was born with two other healthy siblings -- Featherkit and Moonkit (who were also born as Russian blue's). The three kits were a happy, healthy bunch and a joy to the clan who had been experienced a somewhat harsh and disease-ridden Leafbare.

Roughkit's parents were loyal to their clan and were very active in their clan duties before Iceheart's pregnancy. But, they were no where near as loyal as Roughkit became over time. Roughkit and his siblings were very active and as time passed on, the three became a very chatty, "fierce" bunch, practicing hunting and fighting skills daily and asking all they could to appease their curiosity.

When Roughkit and his siblings turned 3 moons, trouble was afoot. It was a cool Leafbare's night when a large, hungry red fox found its way into the nursery. Iceheart, her kits, and the majority of the clan were fast asleep and were shocked and unprepared for the attack. The queens and kits of the den were only awoken when the fox took a claw to the innocent, sleeping Roughkit who sat more to the edge of the nursery. The little Roughkit let out a shrill, painful cry.

Few queens (only two) were in the nursery at the time and because of the kits (who the fox was mostly after) were at risk, only one of the queens, Roughkit's mother, fought back against the raging fox. Blackbird, the clan's Deputy at the time, was the first warrior cat on the scene and by the time other clanners gathered, the fox had passed on. Roughkit watched in wonderment as his mother thanked the deputy for allowing the safety of herself and all the other cats in the den. The kit was whisked away to the medicine cat den and it was determined that, from the large amount of blood that the kit had lost from the fox's deep marks on his face, that Roughkit had been inches away from death.

From that point on, Roughkit felt enormous gratitude for the Deputy and decided that from then on, the cat would be forever in debt to Blackbird and his family. Roughkit also wished, with all his heart, to protect the clan from the attack of a fox.

Roughkit's siblings, who also sustained much lighter injuries, and himself were made apprentices at the age of 6 moons. Roughpaw was apprenticed to a serious senior warrior by the name of Brighteye. Brighteye, in his youth, had been a very successful warrior, but as an older cat, suffered some health problems that made Roughpaw's training somewhat challenging. From Brighteye's health problems, Roughpaw became fairly diligent and relied on his own skills as an apprentice. Once Roughpaw had been taught the moves, Roughpaw practiced on his own.

It was determined, however, that Brighteye was unfit to continue his warrior duties by the time Roughpaw was 10 moons old. Brighteye was sent to the elder den and Roughpaw was reassigned to Leapclaw, a young, bossy she-cat who was less than ten moons older than Roughpaw himself. Roughpaw and Leapclaw had a somewhat rocky relationship simply because Roughpaw was so used to training on his own rather than with another cat. Roughpaw often trained on his own and left Leapclaw to her own devices.

One evening, Roughpaw agreed to go training with Leapclaw. The two departed from NightClan camp, Leapclaw bubbling on about how her mentor had trained her and Roughpaw nodding to himself and trying to keep an even temper. As they moved, Roughpaw began to scent something funny in the air -- something familiar. But the apprentice did not mention it to his mentor, unsure of where he had placed the scent before.

The pair stopped to hunt -- when Leapclaw ran nose-to-nose into a territorial fox. Roughpaw was unsure of what to do at the time -- he felt that he was not fast enough to get back to camp, get help, and return to Leapclaw's side with her still fending off the fox. So, Roughpaw did something quite extraordinary -- something he had learned with his previous run-in with a fox. The young tom let out a shrill scream -- his young voice bounding and carrying far enough for a patrol of warriors to hear. It was lucky that the cats recognized the urgency in Roughpaw's voice and they ran to Leapclaw's and Roughpaw's side.

The five of them fought off the fox and returned to camp with an injured, but alive, Leapclaw. Roughpaw earned his warrior name the night afterwards -- Roughthroat, after his bounding call and the herbs he had to take afterwards to recover his voice. For his bravery, Roughpaw became a warrior at 11 moons (early).

Roughthroat spent the rest of his days fending for his clan and took on Stormpaw as an apprentice at an early age. Roughthroat effectively trained Stormpaw, who became Stormwhisper at 12 moons (and went on to become a mother and eventually the foster mother for Grimpaw).

RP Example: The NightClan camp was cold, but Roughthroat strode forth, head held high and eyes piercing through the fogginess of a new dawn. As the blue warrior strode, eyes straight in front of him and purpose bounding from within him with each step, the warrior flicked off frost that had decided to spend time with the usual dew that coated each leaf and grass blade throughout the clan lands.

Roughthroat did not think of such matters -- only what came before him, rather than the past. The solid fluffy tom had awoken so early for one goal in mind -- to catch several good sized mice and other brainless prey before they even had the chance to rub the sleep out of their eyes. Roughthroat flicked his tail energetically with every confident step the tom took.

As the tom padded, the trees overhead trembled and the ice and snow that waited upon the trees' branches trembled as well. Small bits of ice cracked around the tom but due to the size and width of the trees, none got close to the older tom. It seemed that the ice paved the way for the warrior as he padded gradually closer and closer to his destination.

Bright blue eyes beamed as the tom halted, his tail swishing beneath him and his body otherwise halting. The tom suddenly dropped to a crouch, pulling his tail beneath him and allowing his black fur to barely touch the ground. The tom listened, catching his breath before pushing his limbs forward -- catching the life of a mouse for a moment before and extinguishing it.

The tom scooped the mouse up between his two claws and peered at it for a moment, thanking it for its life. The tom bowed, scooping up the young mouse in his jaws, happy to find anything in the Leafbare days. Roughthroat unsheathed his claws and buried his kill in the frozen dirt, careful to make sure that he could find his catch again when he was done hunting.

The tom flicked his ears and glanced towards the way of camp. He wished he had company -- but not the company of anyone. The company of Gracklefire was all he wished for. Frowning, Roughthroat opened his jaws and scented. Though he wished to spend more time with her, the tom felt obliged to continue hunting. The clan was more important than his feelings.
Other: Let me know if the thing with Blackbird doesn't work. I'd be happy to make some changes, but it made sense for the character. And I ran it by Fawn.