Post by Rose on May 19, 2008 14:42:01 GMT -8
Name: Steppingstone
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Rogue
Clan: None
Apprentice/Mentor: Formerly Mousetail
Appearance: Steppingstone is a scruffy-looking tom with an black pelt covering him. His coat is pure black, but is messy and sticks out in different directions on his head. His eyes are a deep but odd grey with a slight hint of yellow in them.
Voice: His voice is low and gruff, and not often heard. When he does speak, his voice is heavy with sadness, grief, regret, and fury.
Battle: This cat seems to have been born to fight. He attacks viciously, and hardly backs down. Head on attacks at the soft belly and face are his favorite moves. He will often fight to the death, and this alone makes him deadly. He makes a nightmarish enemy, but a fantastic ally.
Personality: Steppingstone was once a nice being, one who was helpful and loyal. But ever since his beloved mate died and his Clan rejected him, he has become an angry monster. He hardly speaks, and takes nonsense from anyone. He despises those from the Clans, and tolerates those who wish to fight them. His mind is set on revenge, mostly toward Stoneclan.(DUN DUN DUUUUUN!) Doesn't care for anyone, and cares not about rules or boundries. This former warrior lives the way he wants to, and follows no other mind but his own.
History: This rogue had a normal kithood, and nothing large happened. He was born in a litter of one kit, and received all attention.
When Steppingpaw became an apprentice, he was eager to please and devoted to the Clan. On his first hunting assessment, he was sent to the Twoleg side of the territory. It was there he met Snow. She was a young and pretty she-cat about his age. The two talked from sunhigh 'till sundown. The apprentice, rushing back home, was scolded for not bringing back much. Instead of telling the truth, he said that too many twolegs were around for good hunting. His mentor took the story, and Steppingpaw got away with no punishment. That night, he couldn't sleep, for he was thinking about Snow. The visits with this kittypet increased as his love for her grew as he became a young warrior. Concerned about his neglect of his warrior duties, his former mentor followed him one day. Mousetail, his mentor, was shocked to see Steppingstone with a kittypet. Steppingstone paniced as the warrior began to race back for camp. He chased after him, catching him only a few foxlengths into the forest. The fight began, and somehow Steppingstone's fangs sank too deep into Mousetail's throat. The older warrior died, much to Steppingstone's horror. The former Clan cat then ran away to a farm with Snow.
When Snow was about to have kits, she died during the birth due to complications. Devestated about her death and having no idea how to raise kits, he gave them to a fellow queen. Since he left that night, he's been wandering, looking for a place where he can forget.
Family: Fiver-Daughter-Unknown
Rocky-Daughter-Unknown(Deceased, but he doesn't know)
SW:
"Steppingstone! Steppingstone, where are you?"
The call rang through the air, much to the alarm of an ebony-pelted form near a twoleg garden. Pressed against him was a lovely white she-cat that now shrank back in fear. "Who is that Steppingstone?" she meowed, her voice timid.
"Quiet Snow," he replied, nuzzling her quickly, "We have to hide."
But it was too late. Out of the forest came a shaggy-furred brown tom, his eyes searching for his former apprentice. The warrior kept looking and calling, but stopped mid-voice when he spotted Steppingstone....with a kittypet.
The Stoneclan warrior stood there, his limbs rigid with shock. "Steppingstone," he croaked, eyes wide, "How could you? She's a kittypet!"
The black warrior started forward, his voice soft as he tried to calm his friend. "Let me explain Mousetail."
Mousetail didn't reply. Instead, he turned on the spot and began running back toward the camp. /Have to tell the leader!/ was the thought that pushed him. Steppingstone, ignoring his love's pleas, shot off after him. The black tom ran closer, his eyes narrowed. There was a sudden screech as Steppingstone launched himself on Mousetail's back. Suddenly, brown fur, fangs, claws, and blood filled Steppingstone's vision for several heartbeats. Then suddenly, the world stopped spinning. The tom slowly shook his head, confused. Why did the attack stop?
The answer was right before him. Mousetail lay motionless on the ground, blood leaking from his throat. His eyes glazed and his flank stilled, it was apparent he was dead.
"No..." Steppingstone whispered. Licking his fangs, he was horrified to find the salty taste of blood on his tongue. "NO!" the tom wailed, rearing up in grief. He had to run. He had to get out. He couldn't be found. With that, the tom raced away, never looking back.
Other: N/A