Blitzpaw of ThunderClan

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Name: Blitzpaw
Gender: Tom
Moons: 7 Moons
Rank: Apprentice
Clan/Land: Thunderclan
Description:

Blitzpaw is a rather small, yet broad shouldered tom with some long lush fur. He has deep dark red fur, with a tint of silver under layering it. In the moonlight his seems to shine, but it's just the silver reflecting off.
He has two big jet black paws, with a set of sharp black claws underneath. His ears are colored black, along with his tail-tip and some of his back, it's just a splatter of black though.
His ears are very sensitive to hearing, and his nose is sharp. His two eyes are both a burning amber color, he has a visible and rather intimidating looking scar over his left eye, making that one eye blind. It has a misty coating over it, making it abit transparent. He has a torn right ear as well.

His voice is quiet and mostly always etched in anger and a nice growl. He has short backlegs, but a strong back, and a long tail. His fur is soft to the touch, and he is almost always bristling. His fur sticks out alot as well, making him appear always angry, but he really isn't.

He has better hearing and scenting because of his one blind eye, thanks to that 'accident'. He hopes to get taller, but doesn't really know if he will or now. xP

Picture: coming sooon
History // Past:

[this is gonna be in his pov, cuz it will just be more interesting for others to read...)

Hi, I'm Blitzpaw, born in the bloody pits of ThunderClan. Wondering why I was named Blitzpaw? Well, I have no clue why, and I really don't much give a rat's tail.
I was an only child, and I was thankful for that, I was the only kit in the nursery when I was born.
I didn't open my eyes until about a moon, it was odd yes, but it just happened like that.

My mother's name was Darkrose, she was the most beautiful she-cat in ThunderClan; atleast to me she was...
I knew she was my mother the first days of my birth, her scent told it all of course. She smelled of mist and roses, and I knew she was the only cat that understood me. She didn't treat me like my dad did, or how the annoying other queens did. She was sweet and kind to me, not loving me, but it was close, I guess.

When others were born that New-leaf, it became noisy and rather crowdy in the hell I lived in. I was always being asked to come out and play, or to talk. I despised those kits, they were the most talkative and annoying bunch ever. I was four moons old when I finally met my father. I didn't know he had come to visit me in the nursery when I first was born.

I remember the loud voices and spitting those first few nights. It was nerve-racking to say the least. I didn't know what was going on, and I didn't realize until it was too late...

My father's name was Torchfire, he was the fiercest warrior in that clan at the time. Everyone loved him, everyone except me. I saw past his good-doing, and braveness, he was nothing but a swine. He treated both me and my mother with utter disrespect and sometimes even took me out by the scruff to 'train'. Training a kit? I wasn't ready of course, he wanted me to be as good as him.

Good as him? Was he crazy? I didn't want to be like anyone but me, myself, and I. He always yelled at me, and threatened me none stop. I was always rude back, I told him that he was a crazy fox to try and train me to be like him. He asked why he was so rude and hateful to mother, and to myself. He told me a secret he had kept, that he never even liked Darkrose, and never wanted to have me. I was appalled. He said that he hated MudClan with a passion, mostly because the leader, Goldstar dumped him after their short relationship way back when. I never understood love anyway. Darkrose barely talked to me, and when she did, told me I needed to be careful. I didn't know from what she meant, but I did later...

She also hated her own mate, she had told me that she never wanted to mate with him. She never wanted kits, but now that she had me, she didn't complain as much as Torchfire did.

My father got so mad at me one day when he was attempting to teach me a dead-hold move. I couldn't get the move right every time I tried. I was exhausted and told him I wanted to go back and rest. He had this fire in his eyes that scared me, yes, it really did. I remember his sharp claws coming toward my face as I tried to dodge. But I was too late, he got my right on the left side of my face. Sending one sharp and painful reminder to me from this day.
I was blinded in that eye, and he also tore my left ear up real bad. He told me how ungrateful and worthless I was, and left.

He left ThunderClan forever, not without killing my mother in the process. She was laying life-less that cold leaf-bare morning before he left.. No one knew what to say or do, Goldstar was speechless and just told me that I was a good kit, and she was sorry.

Like that helped at all! I had no one now. My mother was gone, my father gone, now banished from the clan because of murder obviously. He wasn't worth anything, calling me worthless was the worst thing he ever said to me. I was hurt yes, but I was mostly angry at him, and myself. Mad that I couldn't' be the cat he wanted me to be, to make him say he was proud of me. He never even wanted me, but tried to get me to be better, better than the rest. I failed him. I both despised and adored my father. I want to be as strong as he was, but not as hateful and ungrateful. If I ever had a kit, I would never treat him or her badly. It was my father's own blood he scarred.

If I ever see him again, he'll be sorry for ever doubting me. I'm going to be the best warrior ThunderClan ever had. Now that I'm an apprentice, I can get to work on that.

With my scar, others seem to avoid me, they probably feel sorry that I have a murderer as a father. I don't care, I want them to fear me, because I'm not weak. I'm gonna show everyone that just because I'm scarred, I'll rise up and be the best in this worthless clan.

I'll find my dad, and give him what he gave me. Embarrassment and a living hell, then I'm gonna kill him. Wait and see. I can't wait til' I become a warrior...

Personality:

Detached and Lonesome------>

Blitzpaw is known fro his loner-like attitude, he hates being in big crowds, or talked to. He is usually at the back during a clan meeting, and during patrols. He has a harsh distaste of happy go-lucky cats. He really doesn't like being around positive cats, they tick him off too much.
Blitzpaw has always been by himself from the start of his apprenticeship, from the time he was a kit. He steered clear of all contact, and barely made eye-contact with anyone. His scar usually had to do with his loneliness, which he both likes, and dislikes at the same time. When he does want some company around him, because all cats get lonely, he hates his d**n scar that makes others not even want to look at him for more than a second. But he also likes it, a form of intimateness to keep others at bay, and to show that he is tough.

Fierce and Sharp-------->

This tom-cat doesn't mess around. He is very arrogant and hot-tempered, he hates being called names or treated like a little kit. He is fierce when it comes to arguing or battling it out. He doesn't hesitate to start any fights too, if someone is putting him down, or even giving him a bad look, he'll claw you up bad. Even if he's still a new apprentice, he'll tell off a grown warrior with a sharp tongue. He doesn't like to judge all that much, since alot of cats judge him because of his scar, and blindness, he would rather be the 'better cat' and not do the same to them. He has a sharp sense of independence, hates being bossed around by some higher ranked cats, he'd rather do things his way and get them done his way better. He is quick to anger, and if something doesn't fancy him, he'll try to make it.
He's cold to others most of the time, and hates being annoyed and bothered. Like said, he doesn't like go-lucky cats.

Ambitious and Dark---------->

Yes, Blitzpaw isn't the best cat to cross paths with. He likes the feel of being in control, to feel the power of authority. He is new to the feeling, and is constantly wanting more of it. He wants to one day rule the clan, but isn't too sure if he will ever become a warrior soon enough!
He is clever, most ambitious and battle-hungry cats just want power by force, but this dark tom will plan out his motives before acting on murder instincts. He's never actually been in a battle, but knows what to expect. Yes he would go to the level of killing another cat to get what he wants, but he's hesitant. He knows it wrong, but really wants to have that total control of everyone.

Clever-minded and Sly----->

Blitzpaw is an intelligent cat, with having a loner attitude, he acquires the sense of observance. He observes others as he sits alone in the darkness, seeing how they act, and what their weaknesses are. He is mostly spending his time learning new things, not just by doing, but by watching. He plans out his actions before doing so, putting alot of thought into one thing.
He looks at the world through amused and dark eyes, knowing what to expect from others is a hard thing to do by just looking at them and their daily lives. He sometimes wishes he could read minds, but knows that would be impossible.

Blitzpaw is quite the charmer, when the time is right he can get any cat to be under his control. He is a good persuader and has this look in his eyes to make someone do what he asks. Even with his hard outer shell, he can turn it down and be soft in order to win over the other cat. He's sly and clever, and likes to speculate and debate over things.

Uncertain and Angry----------->

Blitzpaw can't be perfect, he has a thing all heart-warmed cats posses. Which is a concise, and Blitzpaw has a good one. When he has the urge to do something bad, his conscience to back him up with reason not to do what his mind craves. His weakness has to be that, he hesitates alot, and his mind confuses him. He doesn't really know what he wants, or he THINKS he knows what he requires. He thinks he wants to be leader, but his conscience is trying to tell him that their are other important tasks to be achieved. He hates his conscience and wishes he didn't have one.

He's also quiet angry, all the time almost. Probably due to his past, he was ALWAYS harassed and picked on after that bloody scar happened. He was just a kit when it happened and he knew he would be scarred for life. His d**n father never loved him, and HE was the reason he got the scar in the first place. He was blinded in one eye by his own father, how does that affect a cat?

He will never trust anyone, he doesn't feel safe anywhere, but inside his own mind. He likes being told he's right and he'll be safe, because he secretly has a fear of the world. Doesn't want to be hurt again; that's why he avoids others. He really hasn't ever been loved, by anyone, and the term, 'love' is foreign to him, because it's never been shown.

He is jealous of others for they have ones they love and ones that love them, he has no one, but his life-less blind eye. He hates the world, and wants control, all he wants is control....

Role Playing Example:

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Theme Song: 'How to Save a Life - The Fray
Code Word: Twisted Warriors
Biography Completion: Yes

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