Banditmask - Dark Forest [done]

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM Banditmask of the great Dark Forest Age twenty-one moons Gender male Rank deceased warrior (formerly from FrostClan) How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS spotted russet and my eyes are clear green Scars Quite a few, but there aren't any noticeable enough to speak of. Appearance A spotted bengal tabby, this tom's pelt is quite unusual for a clan-cat. It's a rich, handsome russet color, you see, with the occasional light-colored splash thrown in here and there, swirling 'round his lean physique like a tidal wave. Dark tabby stripes, consisting of a chocolaty, albeit burnt, brown color, wrap around his appendages, form bands around his neck and chest, allow eye-catching patterns to curl from the corners of his clear green eyes, and scribble on his forehead. Two spots are placed where a cat's eyebrows should be, and seem to express any emotions he may feel - in a way, they help make up for his silence. On his midsection, though there may be a few stripes thrown in here and there, most of the markings consist of spots, both large and small. All four of his paws are spotted as well, but a bit more delicately. An immaculately white underbelly interrupts these tabby patterns, looking squeaky clean in comparison. His muzzle is startlingly white as well, and flashes whenever his mouth moves (which is rarely), making every word he says hypnotizing. Pearly white teeth are hidden beneath a curled lip, and unless he finds himself yawning, or, when horribly endangered, snarling, you won't see much of them, either. His ears are long and tapered, a bit larger than usual, but not by much. Ghostly whiskers frame his visage, bristling out from either side of his sensitive, rosy nose, and allow him to find his way through the dark like a real bandit. Above these are two jade green eyes, slightly glassy, but always alert. They are circled by rings of light-colored fur, giving him a so-called 'mask'; this is the feature that inspired his unusual name. As I said before, this tom is lean, but isn't as muscular as most warriors. In fact, he's actually quite small, but not by too much. He's long, though, like a snake. As well-fed as he is, Banditmask's pelt shines, and, strangely enough for a tom (let alone a full-grown warrior) it's as soft and silky as a kitten's. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M introverted, apathetic AND obedient Personality Banditmask has always been a bit… introverted, if you will. Reserved; subtle; call it what you want, this tom is as discreet as his name suggests. It’s one of strengths, really - in life, he could sneak up on almost anyone; there are very few exceptions. But, despite this, it’s one of his weaknesses as well. He rarely speaks, rarely interacts with others, and, if he doesn’t have a persuasive accomplice, rarely does much of anything at all. In fact, if he hadn’t paired up with Redflare, he probably wouldn’t of ended up in the Dark Forest to begin with! He would have been a simple, low- achieving warrior - nothing more, nothing less. Because of his quietness, many cats have been lead to assume that… well, that he’s stupid. And boy, they have never been so wrong! Behind those glassy, shaded green eyes is one of the most intelligent cats of the clans. He could have been a master strategist, or something of the sort, if it wasn’t for his… problem. So, that rules out incompetence. Still, despite his intelligence, Banditmask is somewhat... childish. He just is. You can see it in the way he acts and, when he does speak, in the way he talks. Anti-sociality isn’t the case, either. Sure, he doesn’t get around much, and has never been one to make friends. But this is the product of disincentive, not reluctance or fear to socialize. If someone offers him something, or, as I said before, he has a persuasive companion, then he can usually find it in him to achieve whatever. And yet… though he has no desire to actually befriend a cat, this tom seems to need an accomplice more than anything… or, more specifically, a leader. You see, Banditmask has always been something of a ‘yes-man’. The only way he can function is if he has someone guiding him - in life, it had been Redflare, but now that he has left his partner behind... well, things aren’t looking too well. Truthfully, this tom is almost incapable of making his own decisions, and as for his opinions? They have never been his own. Throughout his lifetime, he has been influenced by countless cats. But, though they usually had good intentions, they have forced their own beliefs upon him. And Banditmask never resisted. So, technically, this whole thing isn’t his fault - it’s the way he was raised, and the cats he grew up with. But now, all alone in the Place of No Stars, a forest unfamiliar to him, none of that matters. He’s lost, and to tell you the truth, he’s kind of afraid. What do you do when, after being a pawn for so long, your controller, the one who guides you, disappears? When you take away the bad influence, and see him in his purest form, is he truly evil? Does he deserve to dwell in the Dark Forest, when his crimes, in a way, were simply mistakes? Maybe, one day, he'll break away from his need to be lead, and finally embrace his own thoughts and opinions. But, until then, this tom is completely hopeless. Perhaps, for a time, being alone is best for him. It might give him some time to sort out his thoughts, realize his mistakes. But if he encounters any more bad influences - and in a forestful of evil cats, he's bound to - who knows how badly his condition will worsen... Preferences likes - being lead, living, doing nothing, etc. dislikes - action, moving, and, in a way, being alone, etc. Secret Ambitions N/A Strengths/Weaknesses strengths- mental ability, physical ability, following orders, etc. weaknesses - getting motivated, being the leader, making choices, believing in his own opinion, etc. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Russetfire AND Littleflame Family Father - Russetfire, Mother - Littleflame, Brother - Stillkit (deceased - stillborn), Sister - Brightkit (deceased - soon after birth) Event that Lead to being a Warrior A mediocre assessment - nothing special. History It was a fairly normal newleaf morning, though a bit chillier than most, when Banditmask - the villain, the procrastinator, the evil henchmen - was born, a tiny, vulnerable fluff of fur in the warm curve of its mother’s underbelly. He wasn’t called Banditmask then, of course - at this time and place, he was known as Banditkit, the runt of the litter and yet… the only survivor. The oldest sibling, Stillkit, was the first one out, but he wasn’t even allowed the simple luxury of his first breath. The tom was dead in the womb - a stillborn. Reluctant to upset Littleflame, who was still heavy with kits, the medicine cat quickly placed him on the other side of the den, far away from his parent’s grief-stricken gazes; reassuring them that it was a ‘normal’ occurrence. Russetfire, for one, wasn’t convinced, but he stayed silent. Next, in the horribly long break that followed, came Brightkit, a dusky ginger she-kit with her father’s amber eyes and her mother’s fiery pelt. The parents were relieved that this one was still alive (though barely) but just as those tiny jaws opened in a futile attempt to breathe, the kit choked on thin air. She was dead in, oh, maybe a… half a minute? By this time, the young couple was heartbroken. It felt as if every time they experienced the tiniest bit of relief, the icy touch of death crushed it. But, just as they were about to abandon all hope of raising a healthy kit, yet another contraction seized the queen, and viola! Banditkit, a small, shivering thing with a damp russet coat, was born. His first breath was tentative and somewhat shaky, but it still managed to fill his lungs - he didn’t choke as his sister had, and after a moment, he started breathing regularly. Russetfire and Littleflame, both nearly in tears, but also relieved, rushed to their tiny kit’s side. As weak as he was, the nameless tomcat stirred at the sound of his parent’s pawsteps - an effort that, despite the good it represented, Littleflame interrupted. “Don’t move, sweetie,” she purred, placing a restricting paw on her only son’s back. Don't move... with the smallest of sighs, he settled back down, and after that, he didn't move much at all. His six moons as a kit were short and uneventful. He didn't play much, to tell you the truth - didn't talk, or socialize, with the other kits. In fact, if he didn't have the encouraging paws of his parents pushing him forward, Banditkit probably wouldn't of done much of anything. A few cats suggested that he was gone in the head - that his violent birth and small size had somehow affected his mind - but his parents knew (or, so they claimed) that incompetence or mild insanity wasn't the case. He was special, they insisted, and, for fear of breaking the couple's hearts, very few dared to argue. His apprentice ceremony came and went - after the day was over, he had been assigned to Mousefoot, a timid, cowardly warrior with a silent complex not unlike Banditpaw's. However, his overwhelming fear of... well, everything, was highly unlike his charge, and after a relatively short while, Banditpaw became very annoyed at the warrior. In fact, you could say that he hated him. For the first time in his life, an emotion was strong enough to move him - it felt good, and he didn't let go of it. He often stayed away from his mentor's side, and instead of cooperating like he usually would, the apprentice did everything in his power to rebel against the confused Mousefoot. Just now realizing that his haunting silence and reluctance to socialize was worrying his parents, Banditpaw made an effort to befriend his new denmates, but after nearly seven moons of disinterest, all the other apprentices shied away from him. Well... nearly all of them. One of them, a slim ginger tom by the name of Redpaw stayed put, and soon enough, the two became tentative friends. Or, more accurately, accomplices. A few conversations, a bit of persuasion, and then viola! Banditpaw went from a sociopath to a class-A troublemaker in the blink of an eye. StarClan, you wouldn't believe the stunts they pulled! Replacing fresh-kill with crowfood, tricking the elders into believing all sorts of nonsense, and even disrupting the leader during a nap. They had fun, were made warriors together, and soon, they were the best of pals. And yet, despite his extreme development, every time the russet tom strayed from his partner's side - even for a moment - there seemed to be a complete personality change. Instead of being loud and outgoing, he would shrink back from others - he actually seemed to be even more reserved than usual. It was odd, but the newly named Redflare really didn't care. See, he had plans. Big plans; and Banditmask was going to help. But first, he needed to give the tom a taste of blood. He bided his time - made sure that everything was all set and ready - then persuaded Banditmask to go on patrol with him. They walked for a while, catching up with one another and discussing clan gossip, only to stop in their tracks when they came upon Mousefoot, who had a foreleg twisted in a twoleg trap and fear in his eyes. Or, at least, Banditmask stopped - Redflare kept on walking, an evil grin on his face, then grabbed the trembling warrior by his scruff, pinning him to the ground and revealing the soft, vulnerable underside of his neck. The pale ginger tom eyed Banditmask, then spoke through a mouthful of fur. "He's a liability to the clan. To us. You've told me how much you hated him, haven't you? Then do it." The russet tabby hesitated for a moment, then flinched as Redflare spoke up again. "Do it!" Swallowing hard, Banditmask unsheathed his claws, then slashed at the warrior's throat. There wasn't even a yelp of pain - Mousefoot was dead in less than a second. Shivering even more violently than his former mentor had, yet feeling unusually exhilarated, Banditmask looked up to see Redflare's wide grin. "You did good, pal. Now let's get out of here." He tugged at Bandit's scruff, then, shaking off his shock, the russet tabby followed his accomplice back to camp. They debated over telling the leader themselves, then decided to let another patrol find Mousefoot. Banditmask had connections with the cowardly warrior - it would look suspicious if he was the one to discover his body. So they waited; and when the warrior's limp form was brought back to camp, both of them feigned shock. But on the inside, Banditmask was pleased; Redflare was too. And they weren't about to stop now - oh, no, this had only begun. Redflare had a few other targets in mind - an apprentice with a slightly crippled leg, a 'useless' warrior that was blind in one eye, and a few insignificant others that, in one way or another, were a liability to the clan. Some of their victims were young, while others were old, but it didn't matter to Redflare - he wanted to 'cleanse' the clan. And Banditmask... well, the russet tabby didn't pick the targets, and he didn't have the stomach to kill a few, but come on! Redflare was his only friend, and he trusted him; trusted every twisted, foul word he said. Then came that horrible, fateful day that both cats will - literally - remember forever. They were about to take out the new deputy, you see - for reasons beyond Banditmask's comprehension, as usual - when a bit of a... problem arose in their plan. The deputy had suspected them of the previous murders, and now that she was alone on patrol with them, the she-cat wasn't about to let down her guard. And when Banditmask - on Redflare's silent order, of course - pinned her to a tree with teeth bared, Darkfrost was ready. Before the warrior could deliver the killing blow, she whipped out a paw, claws already unsheathed, and raked her talons across Banditmask's throat. There wasn't even a warning, and as the russet tom fell to the ground, the last thing he saw was Redflare fleeing from the scene. Abandoning him... He awoke in the Dark Forest soon after, and now wanders there, confused and alone. He doesn't exactly blame Redflare for his death, but soon, his loyalty for the tom is bound to wear off. And when that happens... well, things will be worse for everyone. ((Wow, this is really long. :/ xDD I tried to make him more of a Darkstripe than a Tigerstar, but not as cowardly, and a whole lot less motivated.)) Sample RP You're looking in the wrong place, cap'n. You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me

[Juniper]

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