Grayowl - TreeClan Feb 5, 2013 22:38:49 GMT -5
Post by Insidious on Feb 5, 2013 22:38:49 GMT -5
Graykit < Graypaw < Grayowl
Age: 31 Moons.
Age: 31 Moons.
Covered in a coat of thin, dark gray fur, Grayowl isn't necessarily considered one to stand out amongst the crowd due to his unique appearance. Gray resembles blandness in both body and mind. Therefore, few glimpse in Grayowl's direction and find themselves intrigued by his alluring features. He's taller than most; body skinny and slender. This TreeClan warrior likely wouldn't retain any muscles beneath his thin coat of fur if it wasn't for the skill TreeClan felines were known to dominate. Consistent hours spent ascending and descending the most challengingly sprouted trees has left Grayowl with a healthy figure to sport some confidence in. These developed leg muscles assist the tom's endurance levels, allowing him to sprint with the proper speed and silence of a well-adept hunter. In the night, when glistening rays of moonlight filter through the canopies of TreeClan, Grayowl's fur glows like silver, shining dust – pairing nicely with the golden gleam of his eyes. Amongst the arrangement of charcoal pigmentation that stains every possible tuft upon Grayowl's body... the sharp tint of his amber gaze is easily the most defined and mesmerizing.
Eloquence in the mind is one thing, however, it's an entirely new thing to possess a greater eloquence in the body. Grayowl has the advantage of not sticking out like a sore thumb, what with his fur that harmonizes into the shadows with an off-putting ease. Tree climbing requires balance, calculations and incredible focus. What was once a challenging concept to grasp, has now gifted Grayowl with a phantom-like elegance that allows him to maneuver forward with the lightest, aeriest and, most importantly, quietest precision. He's a lurker of the night, an ominous bystander of the canopies, and a spiteful carnivore with a taste for blood.
A dark gray tom with golden eyes.
By glance, Grayowl is your standard TreeClan tom – if not a tad more scary than the majority of his clan inhabitants. It could be expected that he has the common vision of TreeClan success, which he does. The clan's supremacy is ultimately in his best interest, however, Grayowl seeks to receive such a title through a process that majority would be quick to disagree with.
Grayowl's tongue has an unusual taste for blood, a taste that is not picky toward whom this blood is drawn from. He isn't one to dabble in such a treachery as cannibalism, however, that's regardless to say whether or not he'd be willing to partake in this display of feline cruelty if such an opportunity was to arise. Sadism glistens in his sharp amber eyes like a firework explosion, though, it remains thickly concealed by a glass-like hollowness that emits a pit of nothingness. Grayowl is determined to keep his sideline reputation under wraps. Despite his greatest efforts, one would be foolish if able to glance toward him and see not the slightest trace of unusual malice. The darkest, scariest souls are unable to cage all of their greatest qualities.
In many ways, Grayowl is similar to the winged creature located in his suffix. He shares the bird's precision in observational efficiency; able to see from their perception in the highest extent of a tree and share their hungering urge to sweep down upon the unsuspecting lurkers of the ground. He also possesses an air of mystery like the owl; shrouded in his own spiderweb of thought that is never once portrayed for the world to see. And lastly, their greatest similarity being the fact they both thrive with such a common belonging in the night. For, it's truly a mesmerizing idea to realize the expansion of capabilities offered to a feline when a blanket of blackness envelops the forest. Ultimate skills lie in a cat's sense of hearing, sight and smell. It's surprising how substantially lowered their defenses can become when sight is deprived. The moment that presents an eternal opportunity for successful, unsuspecting blood-draw.
Grayowl, alongside his abundance of off-putting qualities, is an intelligence that simply cannot be overlooked. A wisdom is tied into the vastness of his vocabulary; seeming to hold himself to a higher standard than most when able to speak upon a level that is uncommon, if not unknown, to the opposed. Despite his darkly enveloped mindset, Grayowl remains surprisingly open to hear suggestions upon new ideas and concepts. He's intrigued by the range of intelligence and stupidity he witnesses within a clan. Conversing with a mixture allows him to not only take proper recognition of those to be mindful of, but also of those he could easily trick into walking into their own twisted, untimely fate.
Grayowl considers a happy soul to be a dead soul. He's not fond of an overly bubbly persona, desiring nothing more than to wipe each and every one of them from existence. He deals with the presence of such a feline with a coolness that is in fact raging with flames upon the inside. However, this type of cat should never consider themselves entirely safe when Grayowl is near – not even in a crowded area. Never underestimate a cat's capability to kill.
In the beautiful moment when a body is drained of life; the moment when pain laces their expression is easily the moment Grayowl is captivated by. A cat that can kill, is a cat without sentiment or feelings clogging their head. This description fitting perfectly into the puzzle pieces of Grayowl. He despises the open exhibition of emotions, for it's equivalent to allowing those that surround you to shatter you into millions of broken bits that are near impossible to fully repair. Although Grayowl can't consider himself to have sympathy for those that find themselves in a situation such as this, he's easily the bystander that would hold an unlawful smirk and the thought of: 'I told you so, mouse-brain.' Rest assured, if you find yourself unable to recover from such emotional catastrophe... Grayowl can be sought to end your sorrow.
Graykit was born to Silvermist and Wasptail, alongside his sister: Willowkit. Graykit was firstborn in the litter, but always seemed to come second to Willowkit. The entire clan was fascinated in the maturity behind her young age; her intelligence and selfless behavior being remarkable qualities they wished to nourish. Graykit was jealous, to be entirely honest. He couldn't keep up with Willowkit's rising reputation; his analytical talents weren't nearly as impressive. He simply wanted Silvermist and Wasptail to pay some attention to him. He could live with the rest of the clan's awe toward his younger sister, but in the kit-stage, parents were needed the most for proper nourishment and healthy growth – Graykit was deprived of this.
Willowpaw was assigned an extremely talented and respected warrior by the name of Granitefang, whereas Graypaw received a more lanky, unappreciated tom: Windwhisper. At first, Graypaw assumed his mentor choosing was based off of his talents being less impressive than Willowpaw's. However, Graypaw was quick to leave this thought behind after he began training with Windwhisper. The old tom-cat wasn't nearly as untalented as the clan made him out to be. He was exactly like Graypaw in a variety of ways: his analytical skills and keen motions being just two of the similarities. Eventually, their bond began to sprout far passed what Graypaw had originally expected to come from it. It wasn't long before he completely forgot about the happenings of Willowpaw.
A point in their training arrived, a part where Graypaw was trusted enough to learn something passed the basic training from Windwhisper. Sadism. Graypaw had never made out the old tom as a blood-thirsty warrior, but he was proven wrong. Windwhisper wanted to train Graypaw not just to be a warrior, but a cold-blooded one, at that. He was informed of how Windwhisper had noticed his lack of the spotlight when compared to Willowpaw; how he always used to look depressed by it in the nursery. This was why Windwhisper had taken such an immense interest in him. He knew Graypaw was vulnerable, therefore, being the easiest to mold amongst the batch of new apprentices.
And it was because of this that Graypaw's training took an unusual turn toward a darker path.
11 moons came around the corner far earlier than Graypaw had anticipated – with this mark in his journey, came a bundle of new knowledge upon concepts he never thought would intrigue him. It was only until Willowpaw received an early warrior's name for a heroic saving of Granitefang from a fox that Graypaw's jealousy began to quickly return. Windwhisper did not frown upon this, but instead encouraged it. He knew that Graypaw needed to be tested, and figured Willowpaw – now Willowfur – would be his perfect first target.
Graypaw wasn't surprised nor upset when Windwhisper finally brought this up to him. He wanted to get revenge on his sister after all the moons of stealing the attention and planned to do so regardless of whether or not his mentor thought it to be a good idea. His last moon as an apprentice was spent with vigorous tactics being hammered into his skull, this process being completed day and night until he was at last ready.
It wasn't as difficult nor heart-breaking as Graypaw had expected it to be when he killed his sister. In fact, he found himself enjoying the adrenaline rush behind it – the waft of angry emotions leaving his body upon draining her of her blood with numerous cuts and bite marks. Windwhisper planned the illusion: messing with a NightClan patrol to just barely drag their scent into TreeClan territory, enough so that the placement of Willowfur's body within the stench would be enough to make it seem as if NightClan was to blame for her untimely death. Their plan was successful, and Graypaw was congratulated for his successful training a few days later.
Graypaw became Grayowl before his clan: before his mourning parents, and proud mentor. It was heartbreaking for Silvermist and Wasptail to cope with Willowfur's death, and after a while, they simply didn't try to cope any longer. Under normal circumstances, Grayowl would have been jealous to see them showing so much genuine care for their daughter. Although, Windwhisper's training had taught him to not display emotion nor feel it at all upon the inside. Their deceasing was to be expected, and when the time arrived, Grayowl did not mourn.
All of his time was spent with Windwhisper. Day, and night. The clan considered it to be a lasting bond, though it was so much more than that. Their sadistic commonality kept them tied together. Although they no longer trained, they still often partook in their sadistic gambles simply because they shared the trait, whereas the rest of TreeClan was oblivious. One day, Windwhisper disappeared. His body was not located in TreeClan territory, nor his scent lingering. It was decided that Windwhisper had departed in hopes of leaving clan life behind. The clan didn't seem entirely phased, though. They didn't view Windwhisper as anything other than an average, if not below average, warrior. It was only Grayowl that understood. Windwhisper had a vision for TreeClan: a great, wonderful vision that would colour their clan red. He wanted the best for TreeClan, and knew this could be accomplished through creating an army of sadistic cats. Although his being able to influence Grayowl upon the path was a start, it was not enough for the tom. He knew their kind-hearts would forbid the clan from ever evolving into a great, powerful state. He gave up. Grayowl, however, didn't.
While Windwhisper was forgotten in time, Grayowl promised to keep his legacy tied into the back of his mind. He would do everything in his power to turn a few souls toward the darker realm for the sake of Windwhisper. He vowed to try until his heart stopped beating.