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Condor, a Loner

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Name: Condor

Age: 20 moons

Gender: tom

Clan: Loner

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Description:
    Condor prides himself in being a bird of dead prey. Dark brown, black, and white, his colors match those of his namesake, but their orientation is not the same. His short pelt, kept immaculate by careful and diligent grooming, is a mottled mixture of deep brown hues and black undertones. These two colors swirl together over his back, belly, and tail, but the ebony fades away to reveal a deep chocolate around his face. His nose and whiskers bear the same coloration of rich, earthy brown. His eyes, a deep contrast from the plain neutrals of his complexion, are a magnificent, yet pale depiction of a celestial gradient of light green and opaque cream.

    Condor also matches his namesake in size. Condors are known as having large wingspans and being a large bird in general. He is long, lean, large, and lanky, but his slim bone structure hides a powerful physique. The best way to think about Condor is as a man who works out three or four days a week, rather than a professional body builder. His muscles are strong and toned, but he is not a bulky cat by size. He prefers his smaller body type because it allows his to glide on any surface, whether he be running on the ground or swimming through the water. Overall, Condor strikes others a quiet and weaker tom, but he is really a cat of power and speed.

Description Summary:
Condor is a large, dark furred tom with green eyes.

Personality: Impulsive, Courageous, Confident

Impulsive
    When Condor sets his mind on a goal, he will do whatever it takes to get there, which often leads to come impulsive actions. While generally thoughtful, he is struck by moments of impulsiveness that drive him to insane actions. When the situation becomes a tense one, be it life or death or emotionally charged, Condor is more and more likely to do something brash and most likely stupid.

Courageous
    But, when a situation is life or death, Condor is very courageous, willing to risk his life. But only for his brother. Overall, he can’t stand to see another cat in danger, so while he will not risk his life, he will do his best to help them. If he ever grows to let someone else into his life, Condor will gladly do anything to help them.

Confident
    Condor is extremely confident, no matter what he does. Should he make an impulsive action, he will commit to it and own up to it. He walks tall and proud with a large self-esteem, confident in every step he takes. He is good at bluffing, confident in his cover-ups and his truths. Condor is overall a very large presence, both in appearance and personality.

History:

    There were seven of them. Four from a valley scorched by flame, two from a place where the sun drowned at dusk, and one from a dark place of concrete and monsters and fences, where cats killed to live and lived to kill. Their paths crossed in the mountains, refugees fleeing from troubled pasts and dying lands. Knowing their only escape, the mountains, was dangerous, they formed a fragile trust, each afraid to trust the other, but needing each other to survive.

    They wandered the mountains aimlessly, with no set direction or destination. For moons the band lived this way, gradually forming a tighter bond than they had imagined. In newleaf, kits came to them, two litters of three and five. The band settled down for a while in a secluded dip in the mountains, not nearly big enough to be called a valley, but still protected by stone and cliff. They all raised the kits together, until the new lives couldn't tell who was family and who was friend.

    Seven moons later, the band, now double in size, moved from the only land their kits had ever known, to continue their nomadic life. A moon later, they were edging along a steep slope, their trail a narrow shelf only a few paws wide. With one side pressed against the mountain and open air on the other, they moved slowly and carefully. At one point, the shelf weakened, and the weight of so many cats was too much. The shelf collapsed, and part of the mountainside shifted, sending all fifteen cats barreling down in the midst of a landslide.

    When the dust settled, no one was left standing. Bodies lay in various states of disarray, some twisted at unnatural angles, others draped across rocks as though sleeping. A full day after the landslide, a cat awakened. She crept through the rubble, looking for signs of life, but found none. Sadly, she left, limping away into a life unknown, alone.

    Another day and a half went by before more survivors woke. Two of them, males, mostly unharmed save for bruises and a few bumps on the head. Neither could remember anything that happened before they woke up, but they knew in their hearts they would face the world together, no matter what.

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    Condor doesn't remember much of his kithood. His early memories are all black, as if they've been completely wiped from his mind. His first memories begin with one cat. Crow. He woke up in his eighth moon, tucked away in some dark place, with another cat by his side. Neither of them remembered anything, not even their names. The only thing they knew was that if they were going to survive, they would have to do it together. That moment, facing each other in that dark den, they formed a silent pact, a bond that would prove stronger than they could ever know.

    Working together, the pair of young cats relearned everything. How to hunt, how to track, how to fight. They learned it all, through trial and error, together. It took time, but they had all the time they needed, and with both of them learning together, they soon got the hang of things. Throughout this time, neither had made any headway in remembering, though it wasn't for lack of trying. Every night they would lie awake, struggling to remember. Every attempt was met with disappointment, and before too long, their attempts tapered off to a halt. They hadn't even remembered their names.

    A few weeks after their awakening, as Crow has come to call it, the pair were out hunting. Condor was in the trees, his slightly leaner form more able to traverse the branches. Crow, the bulkier one, was on the ground. The were closing in on a large rabbit, planning a two-pronged attack.However, before they could launch the attack, Condor misstepped, plummeting from high above the forest. Without thinking, Crow screamed a single word. Brother. Condor survived the fall with just a few bumps and bruises, but they had emerged with a new facet of their lives. Somehow, they became more than just two cats surviving with the help of the other. They had crossed the line of friendship into a realm deeper: brotherhood.

    They moved on with their lives, calling the other by their new title of brother. Still, they had no names. One day around their eleventh moon, they were walking together, in step, in the manner they usually did. Their paths ended up crossing with another loner, a young tom a bit older than themselves. The lone cat challenged them, daring them to step closer. Crow, never one to back down, stepped up, meeting the loner's challenge with one of his own. The verbal spat continued until Condor stepped forward, backing up his brother. A less than subtle threat was issued, and the loner backed down, slipping off into the shadows.

    Before the pair could move forward, another cat emerged from the trees. It was an old, scraggly tom, and he had seen the entire confrontation. He spoke to them a while, before asking them their names. They responded with an honest answer, that they didn't remember. The loner then offered to name them. They accepted, and he thought a moment about the qualities that each displayed. He then gave them names that represented those qualities, calling them Condor, for his quieter exterior that hides a much stronger interior, one that commands power and respect, and Crow, for his loud, brazen front and obvious pride. As they began to move their separate ways, they asked the loner his name. Chuckling, he disappeared into the trees after admitting that he himself had no name.

    The newly named Condor and Crow moved on, growing more used to their new names. It felt a little odd at first, moving from namelessness, and often the names felt odd on their tongues. In time, the names began to slide with ease from their mouths, and they were happy to have a word with which to call the other. Yet, to Condor, the names were more than just simple words. To him, they held a deeper purpose, a meaning. With his name came an identity. He was no longer a brown feline. He was now Condor, the fighter. Condor, the teacher. Condor, the leader. He began to study the habits of his namesake whenever he got the chance. He developed a strict sense of command, knowing that certain cats are leaders and others are followers. Identifying the social hierarchy of any group fascinates him. He and Crow have a special brotherhood, but Condor recognizes that they both have strengths and weaknesses that contribute to their efficiency. He distinctly borrows the condor’s graceful gliding, adapting his body until his runs seem to have him float over the ground. He never makes a noise in his movements.

    Shortly after their thirteenth moon, Condor and Crow crossed paths with a strange, sleeping creature, mostly black, with white stripes and a bushy tail. They were curious about it, and Crow, being the more daring one, slipped up to it, and prodded it with his paw. The black and white creature jumped up, hissing and spitting. Crow backpedaled, searching for Condor, who had taken refuge in a nearby tree. The creature spun around and lifted its tail, spraying Crow in an acrid mist, before darting away.

    Crow was stuck with the morbid scent clinging to his pelt, and he and Condor tried everything to get it off. He went back and forth between mud, wild garlic, and water, repeatedly, for days. It took over a week for the smell to finally dissipate. Crow was bitter about it, and often brushed his fur against Condor's during that week, trying to rub as much of the scent into his brother's pelt as he could. By now, their bond had become unbreakable.

    Three moons later, they faced another strange creature, this one much more formidable than the last. It was of the same color, black and white, but vastly different. Much larger, much more aggressive, much more dangerous. The pair had accidentally wandered into a badger's territory. The brute faced off with them, and Crow spaced away from Condor a bit, as though to move forward with a two-pronged attack. Crow was ready, but Condor hesitated. The badger made it's move, headed to Condor. Crow bolted, moving to intercept the badger.

    Crow managed to push Condor out of the way, taking the brunt of the attack. The badger slammed into him, throwing him some distance away, where he lay still. Condor stumbled a few steps, before realizing the extent of what happened. Staring for a few moments at Crow's limp form, he focused his attention on the badger. He ran away from where Crow lay, using himself as a distraction, hoping Crow would get up soon. His diversion technique involved running, jumping, and hit and run attacks, all while drawing the badger further from his brother.

    Crow stirred and groaned, and the badger turned its head, interested in the sound. Condor growled and leaped onto the badger's back, digging in his claws. He effectively regained the badger's attention, and just hung on for dear life. He called out to Crow, telling him to get away, run and hide, something other than stay where he was or attempt to fight. Condor's dark counterpart managed to crawl to his paws and stagger away. Condor kept the badger distracted for a little longer, before leaping off and bolting off in the opposite direction that Crow went. He ran for his life, dodging and weaving and running. He ran until he glanced back and didn't see the badger, then climbed up a tree. He waited until the badger came, stopped, sniffed around, and then went on its way.

    During this time, Crow had staggered away from the badger and his brother. He couldn't move fast, but he knew he had to. He, quite literally, stumbled upon an abandoned den, and holed himself up in there to rest. Condor climbed down from the tree and carefully retraced his steps until he came to the place they had met the badger. He searched the area until he found Crow's scent trail, and followed it. It wasn't long before he found his brother's hideout.

    Crow was bruised and sore, but nothing was broken, nothing was bleeding. They spent the night there, Crow in the small den, Condor outside. When the sun rose, the two carried on, Crow leaning onto Condor for support. They traveled until they were sure they were far away from the badger, and set up camp near a spring. They stayed there while Crow healed, the pair learning that there was nothing they wouldn't do for the other.

    Once Crow was well again, they resumed their travels. On the dawn of their nineteenth moon, they discovered the valley, and further explorations revealed the Clans to them. Since then, they've stuck around. Neither know exactly why, but they remain, wandering the mountains that surround the valley.

Other: amnesia has been purchased from the site shop.