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Name: Wolverinepaw fang
Age: 6 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Apprentice

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Description: A handsome grey, silver and white Persian tom with striking gold-orange eyes and long bottom canines that occasionally jut out from behind his upper lip. He has the harmless gene that is familiarly called 'werewolf syndrome', which causes him to grow fur everywhere until he appears to be nothing more than a walking mess. Like a mop with eyes, his expressions are usually varying degrees of the same emotion: deadpan. Occasionally, though, he'll display an expression that causes his entire demeanor to change; instead of unamused, he'll look shocked, mouth falling agape, tiny eyes wide. Other times and his eyebrows will pull down so far his eyes will go missing and his teeth will jut out like his namesake, small growls reminiscent of a cub vibrating in his chest.

Description Summary: A grey and white scruffy long-haired Persian tom with gold-orange eyes.

Personality:

• EMOTIONALLY DISCONNECTED. One of his key traits and something he struggles with – and something others can't seem to get a handle on – is the fact that, no matter how he's feeling internally, he hardly ever expresses it willingly. Only with those he truly trusts – and trust is a rare commodity – will he allow himself to be emotionally vulnerable and present. For those he refuses to allow in, and especially strangers, they receive the gruff visage of a tom waiting to snap and transform into a hellish monster. At least he'd finally act the part while also looking it.

• BRUTALLY HONEST. A trait that goes hand in hand with his issues with expressing himself is his difficulty with words. Though his heart will ache for someone experiencing a hard time, the last thing that'll come out of his mouth is something sincere. No matter how hard he tries, the best he can do as a sentimental piece is sarcasm. This is something he's working on, though. He isn't having much luck.

• SENSITIVE TO A FAULT. What may come as a shock is that holding hands with his emotional disconnection is extreme sensitivity. It usually comes out in a hiss or a physical fight, but words hurt him; even more so if they remind him of what he's lost. This is where it starts to become extreme, though; you don't have to have any sort of ill intent behind what you say for it to come across as salt in the wound. Even just mentioning family can cause him to wince and back away, even if just a bit. In this way, he much prefers that someone hit him rather than throw emotional daggers his way; he can fend off a physical attacker, but his shields are down around his heart.
  

• POSSESSIVE & OBSESSIVE. Should he grow close enough with someone to feel inclined to spend time with them and go out of his way to make them happy, what usually comes out to greet them is another side of himself: the possessive and obsessive side. He'll fixate on that person; want to learn everything about them, from the biggest to the smallest detail. He'll also believe everyone around them is a threat. This is an unhealthy perspective, though is something he's trying to tamp down. He shoves it deep inside for the most part, though occasionally, especially when in regards to a romantic conquest, it breaks free and leaves destruction in its wake.
  

• INSECURE. This shouldn't come as a surprise to learn that, underneath the bravado and the glares, he isn't sure of himself. He may feel 100% confident in the decisions he makes, the actions he takes, and the friends he makes, but when it comes to himself? How he feels about himself, how others perceive him... he's a crumbling mess, a dilapidated building falling to ruin with no one willing to defend him. He keeps the darkness inside; the thoughts that seem to be too much for anyone to handle, let alone himself, but it only has the adverse effect of making everything so much worse. He can't stop the cycle though. It's an endless loop of toxicity that leads nowhere.
  

History:

• CHILDHOOD. Born to a loving mother and father, his life was blissfully mundane; his days consisted of playtime, tripping over his own quickly growing fur, and ignoring any and every responsibility that life would eventually throw at him. He was only a little one, a kitten. What could there possibly be expected of him besides not to miss lunch time yet again? He quickly learned once he was five moons old that there was, in fact, quite a bit to be expected. It had started like any other day; the morning was crisp and sunny, the ground was chilled beneath his feet and he sleepily wondered what was in store for him as the sun slowly ticked across the sky. He took no notice of the empty nest; of the fact that he woke up alone. He was never a morning person; the only thing he could think was that he was hungry. He sleepily sashayed to the kill pile, waiting impatiently for his turn at a piece of warm meat, when it clicked. Where were mom and dad? He turned his head left, right, but there was no sign of them. Perhaps they'd decided to go on an early morning stroll, though it was strange for his mother to leave him without letting him know first... Then again, he was almost a grown up. He'd be an apprentice soon and wouldn't be allowed to be coddled by his mother in the same way. In his young, naive mind, it made sense. Until it started to grow dark and, with his belly full of the late evening meal, small pin pricks of worry needled at his heart. Where were they? Why weren't they home? He began to ask around, to anyone who would give him the patience and ear to listen to his story, but all they knew was that his mother and father had left that morning for what he could only assume was a date. They didn't get much time alone, so he could understand their desire. But why weren't they back? It wasn't until the next afternoon that the rumor mill started to trickle his way. Shortly before, a warrior approached him and let him know the truth. His parents were found. They weren't coming home. Those few words echoed in his brain repeatedly; like an unwanted mantra that left his heart aching and his eyes stinging. Nothing was going to be the same again. He changed then. Became harder, colder, less interested in what his peers thought or felt. Nothing mattered but his success. He needed to be better, work harder, become the soldier his parents deserved. That way he could avenge them and assure they hadn't died in vain.