Oakpath

[Torn]

Name: Oakpath

Age: 23 moons

Gender: Tom

Rank: Warrior

Clan: Stoneclan

Apprentice/Mentor: None

Appearance: Oakpath is one of the biggest flirts in the whole Clan. His good looks, and riveting green eyes can snare a she-cat in seconds.

His orange tabby pelt shines in the sun, and everything seems to dull around him as he walks past with perfectly muscled legs, his well toned body rippling healthily under the sleek, middle lengthed fur. Most cats think he's just gorgeous, but some scorn him for the cocky atmosphere that hangs around him like his many friends.

His head is held high, with his green eyes flicked with amber and brown searching out the one he wants and locking onto them. His nose is fairly big, but his optics fade it back, shining at you.

Voice: Oakpath suits his voice perfectly. Like Greenleaf, it's hot, happy and full of laughter, aswell as being masculine and alluring.

Battle: Oakpath is a clever tom, and so a clever fighter. He's fast and can draw up a move to combat theirs a second before they even attack. Sometimes, he can be hasty and overconfident, which is one of the main reasons he loses sometimes.

Personality: A natural troublemaker, he walks with an air of ease and confidence. According to some, his head is too big to fit in the den. He's cocky, vain, but believes in the motto "Live alot, die young, and leave a good looking corpse."

He just oozes the charm, and is an alluring cat to be near. She-cats swoon, and gossip about him, and try to impress him. He's toyed with a lot of them, then broken their hearts but all the same - they still love him. To him, they're just another thing that makes life great.

But, aside from being cocky, vain, and a host of other things, he's deeply loyal to his friends and his Clan, even if he complains sometimes about the rules. Although he's classed as a troublemaker - and his regard for the rules isn't great, he knows when things are serious, and can say the right thing. he's excellent at speeches, and is very likeable.

To some, he would make an excellent deputy, with his charm and his ability to almost sense what you're feeling and wind his words around that. For others, he's just an arrogant pain in the neck who thinks he can do what he likes.

History: He was an only kit, with a beautiful but timid mother, who hated disciplining any cat, and doted on her son. Oak-kit, however, took after his father, then deputy of the
Clan. His father, Maplefall, was a large, long-haired ginger tom, with all of the charisma Oakpath has, and alot more down to earth. It was clear that he was the perfect choice, and he was an excellent father.

Oak-kit, however, was determined to get into trouble. It greatly impressed the other kits, and he was soon very popular with them, as well as apprentices. Most of the time, his mother either didn't notice, or didn't want to tell him off for what he'd done. With an aching to be popular, and no discipline, he quickly settled into the frame of mind that he could do whatever he wanted.

Apprenticeship only bought more trouble. His mentor was very fond of him, and wasn't one of the most respected in the Clan. He taught Oakpaw well, and he learned alot from the mentor who never put him down, although his skills were somewhat dampened by the fact that he was not often corrected. He corrected himself well enough, but it never gave him much respect for his mentor.

When his mother fell ill, Oakpaw just surged ahead. The day she died was a big shock to him. He got back into camp one day, after a patrol, and her small body was lying in the clearing, dead from greencough. He sat with her all night, buried in grief, and his father talked to him about loyalty. Oakpaw was ashamed. He'd barely even noticed she was sick, and he could tell his father knew that aswell. Oakpaw burned under the disappointment in his tone.

Soon after that, he was made a warrior and given the name Oakpath, due to the strength he showed after losing his mother, and the hope that that strength could last through his journey. His father died in a battle defending their territory, when Oakpath was guarding camp. He idolised his father, and although he had loads of friends, he felt lonely when the lasts of his family died.

Since then, Oakpath has sprung back. He's toyed with many she-cats, made many new friends, and broken many hearts. He's got she-cats fighting over him, but he doesn't want them. Ironically, he has to want the one he can't get.

Family:
Maplefall - Father - StarClan
Skycloud - Mother - StarClan

SW: See other charries.

Other: If anyone wants to be that she-cat, please pm me!