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Spiderstorm
 | 46 Male Warrior Mistclan Hetero |
Loyal | Ambitious | Cruel | Uncaring |
Appearance
Spiderstorm is on the more muscular side of the feline world. His powerful legs give him an intimidating height and give him a fierce strength in battle. His markings are that of a dark tabby whilst his eyes are a piercing amber/orange color that can ensnare just as it disturbs. Another disguising mark of his are his white legs and chest. The tom has several scars that discolor his canvas on his left shoulder and one little "scrape" across his muzzle, turning the fur a lighter shade of dark gray.
Personality
If one needed to describe Spiderstorm in one word it would be Malicious. The tom will stop at nothing to get what he wants, no matter the cost. His ambition is often the master of the puppet with this cat. Everything and anything he does is in order to gain more power and what he thinks is respect. This twisted way of thinking is often hidden from his clan mates. All they will see is a charming, and fiercely loyal feline intent on doing what's best for his clan. These traits will ultimately be Spiderstorm's downfall. He can't help boasting about his victories and as a hard time concealing his true nature. But, despite his flaws, Spiderstorm really is all for his clan. He would be nothing without them and he knows it.
History
Spiderstorm was born and raised a Mistclan cat. He was the only kit born to two well respected warriors well past their prime. When he was only a few moons old, his father joined the elders and his mother followed as soon as he was made an apprentice. The young cat's apprenticeship was practically like any other. He trained with his mentor and helped patrol the borders. To everyone in the clan, the pair were just ordinary. But if anyone had looked deeper, they would've seen the signs.
Cloudheart was the name of both his mentor and tormentor. The older male was just about as corrupt as a cat could be. He bullied his young apprentice, practiced fighting with unsheathed claws so the young cat went to his nest each night with at least another scar for his collection. Cloudheart threatened the feline into silence, saying that if he told anyone he would be found dead by a patrol along the border. So, Spiderstorm held his tongue and trudged on through his own personal hell.
But slowly, his view on Cloudheart's perspective began to change. The twisted way of thinking came fast once his mentor's insane thoughts began to make sense. Why should they just chase rival patrols off their borders when they could kill the cats stupid enough to cross? Why not mark the borders in the blood of their enemies? It would be far more effective and save them so much time...
This warped way of thinking soon became his only way of thinking. This brutal nature successfully installed in him, Spiderstorm was able to quickly master the new battle techniques, though he lacked in hunting experience.
When the time came for his warrior ceremony, Spiderstorm had been transformed into a younger Cloudheart. His mentor stood by proudly as he received his warrior name, looking like the parent Spiderstorm had never had.
Twelve moons passed and very little changed between the former mentor and apprentice. Spiderstorm still viewed the aging tom as his teacher and came to him on numerous occasions for advice and a sparring partner.
moons after being made a warrior, the pair were out on patrol. They had walked in silence, both hoping to run into a trespasser. It had been too long since they had had a good fight. And they were not to be disappointed. A female rogue had crossed their borders, carrying her two newly born kits with her. She must have been desperate to have crossed into their territory.
Cloudheart was cruel as always, sparing her no pity or the respect of talking first. Before Spiderstorm could even blink the older warrior had slain one kit and was heading towards the other. The mother fought with the force of a lion but she was still no match for the battle hardened warrior. In a matter of moments she lay dead.
Spiderstorm was horrified. He knew his former mentor wasn't the best feline in the clan but this crossed the line. He had killed a kit and her mother. Before he could think about what he was doing, the young warrior had jumped between Cloudheart and the last kit.
What followed was a battle like Spiderstorm had never fought before and it was one that would forever haunt him when he would look at his adoptive son. Cloudheart was slain that day and Spiderstorm told everyone the she-cat had been the one to kill him. For the most part, his clan mates believed him, though few approved of his taking the kit in.
He found the kit a mother to take care of his basic needs while he was young. But Spiderstorm remained his only "parent". Moons passed and the kit, named Adderkit, began to grow into an adventurous young tom eager to explore the world. Spiderstorm was careful to never mention anything about where he had come from. But still the cat suspected he was different than the others.
Now Adderkit has become Adderpaw and he still knows nothing of his true, bloody past. And Spiderstorm will try to keep it that way.
Cloudheart was the name of both his mentor and tormentor. The older male was just about as corrupt as a cat could be. He bullied his young apprentice, practiced fighting with unsheathed claws so the young cat went to his nest each night with at least another scar for his collection. Cloudheart threatened the feline into silence, saying that if he told anyone he would be found dead by a patrol along the border. So, Spiderstorm held his tongue and trudged on through his own personal hell.
But slowly, his view on Cloudheart's perspective began to change. The twisted way of thinking came fast once his mentor's insane thoughts began to make sense. Why should they just chase rival patrols off their borders when they could kill the cats stupid enough to cross? Why not mark the borders in the blood of their enemies? It would be far more effective and save them so much time...
This warped way of thinking soon became his only way of thinking. This brutal nature successfully installed in him, Spiderstorm was able to quickly master the new battle techniques, though he lacked in hunting experience.
When the time came for his warrior ceremony, Spiderstorm had been transformed into a younger Cloudheart. His mentor stood by proudly as he received his warrior name, looking like the parent Spiderstorm had never had.
Twelve moons passed and very little changed between the former mentor and apprentice. Spiderstorm still viewed the aging tom as his teacher and came to him on numerous occasions for advice and a sparring partner.
moons after being made a warrior, the pair were out on patrol. They had walked in silence, both hoping to run into a trespasser. It had been too long since they had had a good fight. And they were not to be disappointed. A female rogue had crossed their borders, carrying her two newly born kits with her. She must have been desperate to have crossed into their territory.
Cloudheart was cruel as always, sparing her no pity or the respect of talking first. Before Spiderstorm could even blink the older warrior had slain one kit and was heading towards the other. The mother fought with the force of a lion but she was still no match for the battle hardened warrior. In a matter of moments she lay dead.
Spiderstorm was horrified. He knew his former mentor wasn't the best feline in the clan but this crossed the line. He had killed a kit and her mother. Before he could think about what he was doing, the young warrior had jumped between Cloudheart and the last kit.
What followed was a battle like Spiderstorm had never fought before and it was one that would forever haunt him when he would look at his adoptive son. Cloudheart was slain that day and Spiderstorm told everyone the she-cat had been the one to kill him. For the most part, his clan mates believed him, though few approved of his taking the kit in.
He found the kit a mother to take care of his basic needs while he was young. But Spiderstorm remained his only "parent". Moons passed and the kit, named Adderkit, began to grow into an adventurous young tom eager to explore the world. Spiderstorm was careful to never mention anything about where he had come from. But still the cat suspected he was different than the others.
Now Adderkit has become Adderpaw and he still knows nothing of his true, bloody past. And Spiderstorm will try to keep it that way.
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