Post by ibidem on Feb 11, 2008 4:59:27 GMT 9
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Name: Arsenic
Gender: Tomcat
Status: Rogue
Appearance:
Name: Arsenic
Gender: Tomcat
Status: Rogue
Appearance:
A fairly handsome tom, Arsenic is uncommonly lean, but well muscled. He has an average, if not rather dark, grey-blue pelt and green-yellow eyes with a rusty orange tint around the outer ring of his eyes. His fur is almost always immaculately groomed and his posture is well controlled unless there is something substantially distracting going on. He knows how to feed himself and it shows in the meat on his bones and the sheen of his fur. His nose is horribly scarred from a unfortunate meeting with a fearsome badger. His sense of smell is very weak, so he can only hunt prey that have a strong scent.Personality:
Arsenic is starting to get old and when rain or snow comes his joints ache, which can get rather painful for him. He inherited his mother's thick fur and build, but his eyes are extremely similar to his fathers (with the exception of some yellow).
He seems to be, overall, quite friendly. How he treats you depends on the variable: you. First impressions are pretty much key with him. He is quick to analyse and just as quick to judge. Few, mostly Fletch (and, perhaps pretty young she-cats) are free from judgement for their actions. With his previous experience of discrimination (although it wasn't directed at him) he does not tend to judge others on their physical appearances, but freely judges others on their age, apparent level of intelligence, and how they treat others. He does not speak his judgement and it is rare for him to criticize others outside of a rivalry.History:
His former wanderlust has dimmed significantly. This may be his reason for making the several moon long trip back to the lands where he was born. He has seen all kinds of things, and isn't afraid to tell others that he has. He will not hesitate to tell any Clan cat that their life within the boundaries of their territory barely certifies them to be an expert in anything- this is also included for rouges and loners that are young and believe they know everything.
He seems to have a thing for gaining rivals who he will often taunt and goad into fighting him. These are usually cats that he can beat in a fight or outwit. He is not peaceful in any possible meaning of the word- if he thinks he can beat you, and you do something to make him want to fight you, he will. If he does not think he can beat you, or he does not want to fight you, however, he is pretty good at taking insults and the such well- as long as you are directing it at him and not anyone else.
He has a knowledgeable and controlled air about him, which seems to rub some the wrong way. He can be pretty arrogant, but he usually knows what he is talking about. Some of the time he might say something arrogant just to see someone's response. He like having control over most of the things in his life. Spontaneous cats stress him out.
He is a goal-oriented being and, upon wanting something will go to outrageously desperate measures to obtain it. The more dangerous of these situations are usually stopped by Fletch, which has probably saved his brother's life as well as a limb or two.
Clanlife»Kin:
Arsenic was born into SandClan over 54 moons ago as Slatekit, in a relatively small litter including only him and a extremely undersized, and often ill brother named Finchkit. The litter was the result of a fling between the SandClan she-cat, Swiftwind and a JaggedClan Warrior pretending to be a loner named Lavender. When the kits where born Lavender fled back to his Clan to reclaim his place as a Warrior in hopes that his sons would somehow end up in JaggedClan.
His life, as far as he is aware, was essentially uneventful until the six month point came around. Slatekit was Apprenticed to a fairly tom who had talent and potential but was much too arrogant for his own good. Slatepaw got along under his mentor but disliked him greatly for not only his arrogance, but his waste. It was commonly accepted that Sealfur boasted skill that he did not possess, which, wasn't actually true. Sadly Sealfur did overestimate his own skill half way through Slatepaw's training and he was reassigned to Mousepelt, a much more established and earthly Warrior.
This gained him quite a bit more attention. With the help of natural skill Slatepaw developed well under Mousepelt, and notice was taken. He wasn't simply blown off as Sealfur's Apprentice any more and for a moon or two he liked to attention he had gained. But, this also brought attention to Finchkit who still had not been made an Apprentice. Talk in the Camp occasionally strayed to the hurtful sort of tone. They where glad that only one of the seasons litters had turned out bad. They where fortunate that there was only one disappointing kit in that one litter. Having been a tolerate sort of being at the time, Slatepaw let it pass. He brushed it off as some old timers having a bad day. As the next few moons passed, and finally Finchkit was made an Apprentice. This didn't stop anyone from complaining about Finchpaw. It started getting even worse. It was a sign of weakness that so many cats had been against killing the little one. Hadn't it almost gotten all the other kits sick with its weak immune system? Why where they wasting a Warriors time trying to teach it anything?
There was, as one could guess only a certain point to which Slatepaw could tolerate his clan ragging on his brother. The two brothers where very close despite their various differences and Slatepaw could do a very good job of steering Finchpaw away from the main offenders. This was only a temporary fix, and Slatepaw knew he would have to end it somehow. So, he began to act like Sealfur. He was arrogant and snobbish to a point. He showed off when he was around others, he grew his own strong bias against some and amused himself by treating them like some treated his brother. The opinion of him fell, but, Apprentices don't always make the greatest of plans. Apparently his string of logic was not a new one. Almost everyone knew what he was doing, and they continued on with their ridicule.
Inevitably Finchpaw heard some of what had been said about him from an Apprentice that was younger than the siblings. She pointed out that Slatepaw had only been trying to protect him. She didn't apologize for anyone's behaviour, however, which made the message very clear: We don't want you here. Hence, Finchpaw absolved to leave the Clan. Despite his knowledge that Slatepaw had always wanted to travel- go anywhere but here, he attempted to go off on his own. He choose the day his brother was to be made a Warrior to slip away in an attempt to prevent Slatepaw from following him. It wasn't very long until Slatepaw caught up to him, and told him that he should be heading North, not East. Unless he was planning on joining PineClan, which was successful enough at breaking some of the tension which had been created by the intended act of treachery on Finchpaw's part. Knowing that his smaller sibling wasn't going be doing any standing up to him Slatepaw told Finchpaw to go ahead and make for the Twoleg Place. He would catch up with him later.
To make sure his Clan would know that he left, and that he was still alive the Apprentice made a little excursion into PineClan territory where he was caught by a Warrior who he generally irritated for a bit and escaped, glad that he hadn't ran into a patrol. Having successfully verified his departure he high-tailed it up into the Lands of Soot. (This whole History is based on and created around this scene).
Loner(ness)»
The two brothers met up and basically tried to adjust to life as rouges which did not go as well as they may have originally planned. Fletch had problems hunting for himself. Arsenic would have been able to hunt for himself but wasn't going to let his brother starve. Seeing as Arsenic would have received his Warrior name the next evening he was not experienced enough to teach Fletch how to hunt when his former mentor had failed to do so. Soon enough the two young toms where in deep trouble trying desperately to survive. By the third moon of their self-imposed exile Fletch had, like his father would in later years, decided that StarClan had abandoned their former wards and decided to tell his brother that he was being stupid by clinging to the old traditions of the Clan because there where no cats out here that would honour the code except for him. Arsenic did not greet this with an open mind and returned the harsh tone that Fletch had used with him. While still in the Lands of Soot Fletch saw the error of his thinking (after mulling over it for a while) and apologized to his brother who, grudgingly apologized back and quickly turned his attention to other things: He couldn't hunt for both of them. It simply wasn't possible. They would have to find someone willing to teach undersized Fletch how to hunt, as well as how to fight.
They lurked about the Lands of Soot for another moon and by the fifth moon of their wanderings they found a cat- a former Clan-cat even- that was willing to help them. It took nearly three moons for Fletch's hunting skills to reach an acceptable level. Arsenic had spent his time learning some new fighting techniques by watching other cats fight. One day the two and their sort-of mentor came upon a grey she-cat dying on the pavement. She mistook Fletch for a cat named Russetcloud and began talking to him in a frantic voice. Fletch was horrified and backed away from the agonized cat. Arsenic stepped forward to put the she-cat out of her misery, and when she noticed him she seemed to change her mind about Fletch being the mysterious Russetcloud. They must be his sons, and she begged them to tell her if their father was still alive. The brothers just looked at each other and Arsenic attempted to tell the she-cat that they did not know who their father was. Both have always assumed that she must have been maddened by pain and blood-loss, because she ignored everything they said and told them to tell Russetcloud that both Pigeonwing and Harefoot where sorry for what they had done. That Harefoot had always wanted to be better than him, yes, but would have most assuredly made his brother Deputy if their attempt at power had succeeded. She then broke off into moaning about how much it hurt. Feeling that her suffering had already been drawn out too much Arsenic finished her off there.
By the time their wanderings his the twelve moon mark they where off to find greener pastures. They went a long way to find places greener and much more accommodating than those they had been born into. They spent moons here- neither of them properly know how old they are any more- and saw and experienced a great many things that they would not have otherwise. They had their adventures and improved their individual skills- Arsenic was good at fighting and Fletch was good with the herbs that the local cats used to heal wounds. There where other Clans here, and they where offered a place in them by friends they had gained. They refused- however much they still believed in StarClan they did not feel that they would put themselves directly under their gaze again for anything less than some cat who captured one of their hearts or out of absolute necessity. Neither of these happened here, and the two departed to return to their homeland for some reason unknown even to them.
»Swiftwind [Mother] Deceased- Killed by a JaggedClan cat.Other:
»Lavender/Russetcloud [Father] Living
»Fletch/Finchfall [Brother] Living
»Pigeonwing [Aunt] Deceased- Mercy-killed by Arsenic.
»Harefoot [Uncle]- Killed by the enraged cats of JaggedClan.
He's been known to introduce himself by several different names common ones are: Slatefur, Arsenic and Dovefall.