Post by Scarheart321 on Jul 15, 2011 12:07:50 GMT -5
LIONFURY!
Name:
Lionfury
Gender:
Tom
Current Age:
28 moons
Personality:
In an absolute rage he strives to conquer all that stand in his way, though he is ambitious he is an extremely loyal cat, putting Clan loyalty and devotion above all else. His heart is not cold but it is hardened by pride and a fighting spirit. He does have many values but not many linger from his ever devoted Clan if any at all. All he dreams of is war and to be seen as a strong and loyal cat who drove his Clan to the top. Lionfury looks down on other Clans and any outsiders, seeing them as week and believing even the smallest in his Clan can survive and conquer.
Clan:
SkyClan
Rank:
Warrior
Eyes:
Deep
Pelt:
A thick but short gold color wraps his body and musky tinted cream sets on his paws.
Clan Page Description;
Lionfury; A large golden tom with blue eyes.
Scars:
A few
|| History ||
Kit;
He was born to the pare Creampelt and Watereyes, both an extremely loyal pair and both pure SkyClan. At a young age he was set at the biggest of his littermates and of his denmates. Always leaping on Coldkit he and his brother soon developed a deep rivalry toward each other. He would always tease his brother about wanting to be a medicine cat which might have been the reason Coldkit never did follow his dream. Their sister Littlekit always scolded Lionkit for hurting Coldkit physically or not and Lionkit would always stop, seeing as Littlekit had most of the authority.
His father died a deputy shortly after they turned six moons. Attacked on the border.
Apprentice;
The day he was made an apprentice he and his brother had gotten into a fight and Coldkit vowed to his brother that he would be the better warrior. After their ceremony Lionpaw was paired with a strong and aggressive mentor, Thistlethorn, who very much shaped his loyalty and aggression towards others. In his time as an apprentice he began to notice peculiar things about his mentor like he would go in secret and come back smelling of dung and a masked scent. One night he awoke and saw from outside his den that Thistlethorn was sneaking out of camp so Lionpaw followed quietly. While he was he was pounced on by his sister Littlepaw. She grinned and asked what he was doing. When he told her her face grew grim and she nodded to him as they both began to hunt him down together. In the dark of that night they followed his mentor to the border where he saw in amazement that Thistlethorn was meeting with Creed cats. There he heard his mentor's plans of killing Briarstar and gaining the spot as leader of the Clan. Littlepaw told Lionpaw to go with her and warn the Clan but it was too late. By anger and hurt Lionpaw leaped into the clearing and tried to attack his mentor. With a yowl he heard Littlepaw close behind, her tiny body flying at another cat.
The fight was short and Lionpaw looked at a Creed cat held him down to watch his sister be pinned down by a large dark tom with amber eyes. Thistlethorn's teeth gleamed in the light as he spoke, "I taught you well but Lionpaw, you could be great. You could be a leader one day and you know it but only under my guidance. You know Briarstar is weak and foolish so join me and we will make SkyClan great. Cats like you have a chance to do that," he turned to Littlepaw now and grunted in disgust, "But she is small and weak and has no real chance at a full life."
Lionpaw spit at his mentor as he hissed out defying words, "I would never join the likes of you traitor! My Clan is stronger than you will ever be so forget it you piece of fox dung because I will never follow you!" Anger raged through his large body as Thistlethorn put down his sister, "She may be small but that means nothing! She is SkyClan which means she will conquer all. She has lived more of a life than you ever could."
Thistlethorn growled angrily at him about to speak but the tom holding Littlepaw down hissed at him to be quiet. Littlepaw's eyes shown with pride but they were soon cut short by the large dark tom's deep voice, "I agree, she has lived a full life and so have you," he smiled, his amber eyes gleaming in the moonlight, "Long enough I suppose."
And with that one horrific voice the tom lifted his claws and struck Littlepaw's fragile neck with a killing blow. She tried to shriek in pain but it was cut short as her eyes turned to a milky white. Horror and anger filled Lionpaw and his body erupted with a new strength as he threw the cat off of him. As he crouched to attack he heard the familiar howl of his leader and his Clan close behind. Briarstar burst from the rocks and brush to face the opposing cats and with one yowl the SkyClan cats attacked in a bloody fury. From the corner of his eye he saw his mentor running off into the shadows, horror plastered on his face.
Lionpaw leaped again into the darkness, following Thistlethorn's trail to the edge of the cliffs. The moonlight danced on the glistening rock as Thistlethorn's horrified face searched for a way out. His mentor spun as he heard Lionpaw's growl and Thistlethorn's voice whispered in the canyon, "You know I didn't kill her," he shook as he spoke, "It was that brute Shard who did it."
The golden fur on his back spiked with fury as he slowly padded forward, claws unsheathed ready to kill, "You let him kill her. You betrayed my Clan. You are a traitor and a murderer."
Thistlethorn backed away, now toward the falling tree on the edge of the cliff, "But I loved our Clan. I never meant to harm her."
Lionpaw's eyes sparked with anger as he spoke and his yowl erupted through the canyon walls and made the tree shake as Thistlethorn was backed into it, "SkyClan is not your Clan anymore traitor!"
With that he leaped at his old mentor and tumbled over onto the leaning tree with him. Thistlethorn than pinned him and growled, "I knew you weren't ready," he purred now in his ear, "You'll die like your sister and your father."
Fury swept through Lionpaw like a fire and he pushed Thistlethorn forward and farther onto the log. He attacked his old mentor until he had no strength left and just as he was about to make the final blow he heard a loud cracking sound and turned to see the tree's roots were coming out of the side of the cliff.
With a bolt he started to climb to the cliff and just as he leaped to grab onto the rocks with his claws the tree dislodged and fell with his old mentor to the ground. Just as he thought he couldn't climb anymore he felt a set of powerful jaws lift him onto the ledge. He looked up to see his brother's blue eyes starring him in the face. Lionpaw was so surprised he gasped, "Was it you who saved me?"
Coldpaw shook his head and pointed his nose to Briarstar who stood just a spot away. The large tom looked deeply concerned as he knelt down.
Warrior/Med Cat/MCA;
After that he and his brother were made warriors. Lionfury and Coldmask. Both grew on an hatred of one another after their sister's death.
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Sig thanks to Quiara! 
