[Insidious]

Name: Hollowkit < Hollowpaw < Hollowcry
Age: 25 Moons.
Gender: Tom.
Clan: NightClan.
Rank: Warrior.

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Description:

With a short, rugged coat of dark brown fur, it appears as if Hollowcry rarely partakes in an act of grooming due to areas of his fur being tangled and fluffed out. Regardless of Hollowcry actually being hygienic: he often receives this 'I don't care' appearance from any form of travel performed through prickled brambles in NightClan territory. It could be argued that Hollowcry's fur pigmentation is an ebony shade, however, when exposed to a direct stream of sunlight, it's made clear that the colouration is indeed dark brown. This NightClan tom's eyes emit precisely what his prefix states: hollow nothingness. Pale gold in colour; his eyes are hard to miss in the break of night with their ominous, electrifying glow.

Hollowcry isn't known as being a tom-cat that hones ultimate strength and muscle. His body is lithely built, meant for technique-orientated attacks when involved in spar. He stands shorter than majority of the NightClan tom's, his smaller-than-average frame gifting him an advantage in both speed and endurance. He may be singled out amongst the large, muscled tom's as an easy target... but you have to catch a cunning feline before any real damage can be dealt. If you choose to underestimate him based on size alone, you'll surely be in for an unexpected surprise.

Description Summary:

A lithe-bodied tom with dark brown fur and pale gold eyes.

Personality:

Greed is too simple a term to correctly interpret the hungering sting that accompanies this tom-cat's pale gold stare. One could easily gift him with the title of being selfish; Hollowcry – as long as it's truly desirable – will consider his name is inscribed upon it for the entire world to witness for their own disbelieving eyes. Be it prey, territory, the involvement of spar or merely the time and attention of a she-cat. Hollowcry doesn't approve of competition, nor pay much mind to it when it's in fact present. Life is all about the race to victory. As far as Hollowcry is concerned, he has a permanent position tied into the lead.

If there is one thing Hollowcry can truly despise: it'd be how easily a feline can underestimate another based on the differentiating size. If you so happen to be a feline that partakes in this brutal act of underestimation: Hollowcry would be far more than pleased to assure this thought never cross your mind again. Although the smaller-than-average tom doesn't have brute force on his side, that sharp wit and unusually intelligent mindset play an epic role in his day-to-day routine. With a tactless tongue within his jaws; you can expect Hollowcry will be the one to call another out based entirely on their faults without a second thought toward his actions. If this so happens to lead to physical confrontation; Hollowcry isn't the type to turn down a chance for blood-draw and/or wound infliction. He loves the sensation of adrenaline that a worthwhile spar can cause to surge through his small frame. He may not have the power to bulldoze another feline off of their paws, but with his quick reaction time, speedy footwork and the sharpness of his mind, you will find yourself faced with a suitable opponent that is able and willing to handle anything you can toss in his direction. Hollowcry, when involved in spar, hungers for victory like any greedy cat could be expected to. If he so happens to not be victorious, the opposed feline should surely keep a careful eye fixated upon their back. He's more than capable of holding a spiteful grudge and acting upon it with the malicious intentions only the blood-lusting felines of the forest are known to possess. Sleep with one eye open if you dare cross Hollowcry. His greed has been known to leak over the surface on occasion; steal his light and you'll find yourself with a permanent foe. His bad side isn't always the greatest place to have a position.

Anyone has the capability to refer to Hollowcry as an arrogant jerk of a NightClan cat. However, you may or may not be surprised to know that he holds his fellow NightClan felines to an incredibly high standard. Especially, when it comes to his posse. Ring leader Blackwolf is a tom that holds a high portion of Hollowcry's respect, glancing up upon this black, bi-eyed feline with the same follower's glint as the rest of the assembled gang. For reasons that remain unknown, Hollowcry considers himself as having an air of natural importance simply due to being involved with this group of felines. He simply assumes that the rest of NightClan is jealous, wanting what he has for themselves.

Emotion has never been known to cross through Hollowcry's hollow gaze. He lacks sentiment in every way, shape and form possible and has no issues toward keeping it that way. Despite his abundance of seemingly obnoxious, cold-blooded qualities, Hollowcry genuinely does possess a soft side somewhere within the icy glint in his eyes. He has a wall that is difficult to break, if even possible to crack at all. Hollowcry's mind is a twisted place to implant your interest. Rest assured, one's greatest attempts could one day turn out to be worthwhile with the proper dedication toward this dark brown shadow of a NightClan warrior.

History:

Hollowkit was a joyful bundle of dark brown fur, born to a beloved, elderly couple: Darkflower and Badgerstrike. The young tom was supposed to have a brother, however, due to age, Darkflower had only been able to successfully deliver her firstborn. In the process, birthing another kit. Dead. Hollowkit, being too young at the time to recognize any sadness, was never truly aware of having a brother that didn't live through the birth. Even upon learning how to maneuver and properly speak, his parents never informed him. To this day, Hollowcry still isn't aware that he was meant to have a brother.

With becoming an apprentice arrived the deceasing of Darkflower. Hollowpaw was devestated, his heart shattered. Eventually, he was able to gather up those missing pieces. Although, Hollowpaw never did return to having the same good-natured energy he once did as a kit.
Apprenticed to Shadowfang, Hollowpaw learned everything he currently knows from the sly, technique-oriented warrior. Thankfully, Shadowfang had a similar body-type to the young Hollowpaw. Because of this, Hollowpaw learned more efficiently, picking up on the skills taught to him by Shadowfang with remarkable speed since they weren't only suited to Shadowfang, but to the apprentice as well. Eventually, Shadowfang was beginning to be viewed as a father figure more than his real father, Badgerstrike. Since Shadowfang was younger than the senior warrior that was Hollowpaw's father, he knew it'd be less likely of Shadowfang dieing than Badgerstrike. He'd never openly admit to it, but that was mainly the reason he began to take such a liking to the mentor.
Then the raid happened.
Treeclan and Nightclan battled viciously over a concept Hollowpaw hadn't been familiar with at the time. But with the following morning, he grew familiar with the concept of death: Shadowfang and Badgerstrike, both. What were the odds? Hollowpaw was a wreck all over again. This time, permanently.
Reassigned to a she-cat named Burningflower; Hollowpaw was immediately in disgust. Nobody compared to Shadowfang in his eyes. Because of this, he clashed heads with the she-cat constantly. Hollowpaw discovered that he needed a new cat to look up to. And, his interest was captured by a newly made warrior by the name of Blackwolf. He was present at the tom's ceremony a few moons earlier, but had never taken much notice to him until now. With the jerk-like actions exhibited by Blackwolf, Hollowpaw found himself inspired. Enough so, he desired to incorporate some of those same qualities into himself. It didn't prove to be very difficult. Hollowpaw was already a wreck after the loss of both parents and his first mentor. And due to this, all the cold-natured qualities washed over him like it was only natural.
Another moon passed. Burningflower was attempting to hammer her knowledge of hunting into Hollowpaw's brain. All was going well, for the most part. Until suddenly, their hunting expedition was halted by a vicious fox. Immediately, Burningflower was attacked. Being torn apart by the massive fox, the she-cat screeched for assistance from Hollowpaw. Though all he did was watch from the sidelines. A small part of him afraid to be involved, the other more than pleased he'd no longer have to be mentored by the she-cat that wasn't Shadowfang.
Burningflower's death was played as a tragedy. Hollowpaw announced that the fox was too powerful; not even his involvement could have saved Burningflower's life.
Thankfully, his training was completed. So, there was no need to assign a third mentor to the dark brown tom.

Hollowpaw was named Hollowcry due to the hollowness of his emotions. It was mirrored that all deaths were handled well, especially Burningflower's. (Nobody knew exactly how much he despised the she-cat) And, as a newly named warrior: he found himself a place amongst Blackwolf and the rest of his assembled posse over the moons he spent in the apprentice den.