Havocstep of Frostclan (Finished)

[motley]

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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 Havocstep of the great FrostClan Age: 2 years Gender: male Rank: Warrior How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS light gray with gold and my eyes are a dark forest green? Scars:Havoc has bite marks about his neck, he's lost the tip of his left ear. Appearance: Upon seeing Havoc you will note that he is a very large cat, standing a good five-inches higher than the average feline. He has a thick, gray overcoat with flecks of gold here and there. His green eyes change with lighting and weather, dark-forest green when raining and light-green on sunny days. His face is square-ish in shape and, around his muzzle, he sports white fur. He walks like an old bear, head low and shoulders squared, giving him a gloomy aura. His long gray tail seems to be always active, curling and uncurling about him, always flicking about. Down his strong legs you will notice that this cat has very big paws, used either for successful hunting or idle play. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M hardy AND selfless all in one? Personality: Havoc is one to stand up for what he believes in, what is right, and the goodness of others. A very mellow fellow, he isn't one to pick a fight or start something.. Though he will most likely step in to aid those about him. Though very big and mean looking, this cat is everything but on the inside. He is fun-loving and sweet, gentle and level-headed. Havoc isn't afraid of socializing, though sometimes he will pull himself away and be aloof for awhile. He may act shy and awkward upon meeting new cats (in a stable setting) but, as soon as he is comfortable with them, he will warm up and begin to talk. Around those he does not favor as friends he will act quite hostile, hiss under his breath and flicking his tail. In an angered state his ears will flatten and lips will curl, becoming a default expression until whatever has bothered him has passed. Preferences: very fond of playful kits, likes to hunt and romp around. He shows distaste towards crows and other loud birds, he also can't stand traitors. Secret Ambitions: he wishes to be the greatest warrior. Strengths/Weaknesses: his strengths lie in his massive front paws, armed with sharp claws, he uses them to pin down his prey or enemy. His biggest weakness would be water, for if he were caught in the rain it would wear him down due to his thick coat. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Minktail AND Tornwing? Family: Minktail and Tornwing Event that Lead to being a Warrior: fought bravely in a battle between Clans. History: Minktail, his mother, died a few weeks after his birth for unknown reasons. Some speculated it was some internal problem, therefore they could not help. His father, Tornwing, was so shocked by his mates death that he became withdrawn from the group, not eating or sleeping, until he wasted away. So, only in the first four weeks of his life, Havoc was without parents. Though orphaned, the clan still took care of him and was apprenticed at six moons. During such time he was, surprisingly, a very upbeat and healthy kit. He played with the other kits and socialized with other cats, showing not a trace of longing for a family. Though, only a moon or two after his apprentiship he was told about his mother and father. Upon being told Havoc realized how alone he had been all along and was quite saddened by this fact but this only made him become more attached to the clan members, especially the kits and queens. Sample RP: It was the night before the full moon and the pack was itching for a fight. Life amongst them these past few days has been difficult, peace is unobtainable, no one seems to be thinking clearly enough, and this seems to be taking a toll on how they all work together. The leader, his father, seems to be the only one unaffected by the sudden change in behavior. Many looked upon him for guidance but he would not bother, he was right anyways, since trying to stop his pack at the peak of their bloodlust would be suicide. So he let them be, let them kill more then they usually would, but never let them stick their noses into human territory. The one thing father would not allow was for the humans to be killed, fooled around with sure, but to kill a human was to put the pack members in danger and this is not taken lightly. Punishment for harming a human is severe, you are either killed or, if you’re lucky, you were exiled from the pack forever. But this does not phase the pack in any way, they do as they please when they please and are becoming more dangerous as time slips by. Mistakes have occurred amongst the pack, during a brawl someone would lose a toe or vision in one eye, and this set most of the calmer pack members on edge. But the blood shed got them all hyped up, the smell excited them and the taste drove them mad. A night like this was bound to wield blood shed, thought Axel as he looked over into the clearing where the pack would soon assemble for one of their nightly meetings. I just hope no one looses their head… literally, the thought caused him to shiver. A sound to his far right caused him to steer from his thoughts and before he could even glance he knew who it was, he looked over into the bright blue eyes of Edel, his half brother. Edel wasn't in his wolf form, strangely, so Axel actually had to look up at him but he greeted his brother all the same. Edel was older, about twenty years old, he was about six foot one and had the build of a professional baseball player. His blonde hair went passed his ears and was always messy, he tosses his head to the side out of habit even in wolf form. The two brothers were the only ones in the clearing at the moment and the silence between them was quite awkward. “Edel.” Though he was in his wolf skin he could still speak, though it was hardly understandable without practice. Edel dropped to all fours and quickly let the transformation overcome him, his clothes were shreds next to him in seconds but this didn't bother him. “Mmmmfh. Axel, brother, it’s been awhile.” Edel purred in the ancient wolf language. Taught to every pup by the time they could walk, the ancient wolf language or Lupa Lengua, and was spoken amongst all werewolves even in human form. The brothers sat side by side and looked at one another for a moment, yes this was a very awkward moment, they had not seen one another for a good three years and the differences were easily seen between them. While Edel was more muscular and interested in fighting Axel was scrawnier and more of the intellectual type. “Yes. It has. Did you come alone?” Axel asked, looking off into the dark bushes. “Yes, but i saw some of the pack on their way. They are coming up from the rabbit trail though.” Edel mumbled and just as he said so a large group of wolves burst out from the foliage. Leading them was their father, known by most of the pack as Keith, and he did not seem to be in a good mood. Axel stood up and greeted his father with a bow of the head, Edel did the same. Father, Keith, gave a low growl. “Stop that. Pick up your heads, we have an execution.” Axel looked up abruptly in shock. “What? Who?” He searched the group of wolves, they were all yipping and snapping at something, he strained his eyes to look past them but could not see the accused. Edel was much more excited than his brother, he stepped forward and asked his father eagerly, “Who shall be the executioner?” he was obviously hoping it was him. Axel felt suddenly sick, he always did when something like this went down, but he kept his face composed. The group dispersed and finally Axel could see the wolf, it was a female, she was already bruised and bleeding. Fear was clear in her eyes, it screamed out louder than any alarm, and she was crouched close to the ground as if the fear was shrinking her. Axel recognized her, she was just fifteen, a girl who was very bright and happy, not the type of person to kill anyone. He sensed foul play but he did not give voice to his thoughts. “Axel will.” Growled the leader, flame in his eyes, "Its a perfect time for him to finally kill something, why not a traitor?'” Axel felt his heart jump up into his throat, he looked over at his father unbelievably. How could he kill someone? Much less someone he was so close to? He was about to object but someone of the pack spoke out. “Lets get this over with!” There was a low moment of mumbling amongst the pack members, they all agreed with the speaker. Keith was in no mood of taking no for an answer, he strode over with Edel and Axel close behind him, into the center of the group. With his loud alpha voice he called out to the group, “My brothers, my sisters. I, Keith, have summoned you here for one reason, exile. We have a traitor amongst us. This,” he growled and pointed his muzzle toward the female who was crouched low next to him, “was once part of the pack. She, a sister, a daughter of the moon goddess, has committed the worst crime imaginable. She has killed a human and in doing so has threatened the pack. And due to this terrible mistake we must all not transform for the next few days.” This caused the group to erupt in growls of protest and Keith had to wait till he could speak again and once they died down he continued, “I know, the full moon is only a day away, but we must improvise. We must find a new place to shed our human skin and run free. But this is beside the point at the moment. First, we must take care of this traitor. And i have chosen the perfect person who may do this. Axel?” He glanced over at his son, a smirk played on his lips, and Axel felt himself want to just melt away into the earth, disappear. Axel looked about the group, they were all staring back at him intently, they were all eager for blood shed. He then looked down at the female, just barely past being a pup, she was shaking from head to toe. She looked up into his eyes, hers were filled with tears. I cant do this, he thought, i cant i cant! He tore his eyes away from the girls, he knew that by backing down he would be hated by the pack for the rest of existence but he preferred to be hated than to be a murderer of his own kin. The group sensed that he would not do it and they decided to take it in their own hands. They lunged forward and attacked. In those split seconds before the wolves fell upon her the female caught Axels eyes and gave him a look that would stay with him for the rest of his life. Axel closed his eyes and stepped away, he could not bare to hear her screams. The smell of blood filled the air soon after that. Axel retreated into the forest, he had to get away, he broke into a run and wouldn't stop running through the forest until his lungs hurt. He dropped down into a small clearing in the forest and lay amongst the bushes, it was almost 1 a.m now but sleep did not come until it was around sun rise. Once he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep he could not help but dream of the girl, of that look she gave him. Next day: Axel awoke hours later, it was around six or something, and it was to the sound of rushing water. He had not heard it before and this was probably because he was in such a rush. He sat up in the bushes and saw that he was in human form once again, but he was naked, Axel let out a groan of self-loathing. He hated it when he didn't have an extra pair of clothing with him and this situation is what he strived to avoid. He looked about, he was still in the forest, and there seemed to be no one in sight so he stood and headed towards the creek. He kneeled over the water and looked in, his reflection was terrifying; it showed some crazy lunatic with sunken in cheeks and overly pale skin. He splashed some water on his face and sighed, remembering last night made him feel sick, he splashed some more water on his face. The snap of a twig caused him to look up, he sniffed the air, and caught the scent of a human approaching. He quickly got up and ducked into the bushes which he had been hiding in, holding his breath he waited until the human walked into the clearing. It was a girl, she was about his age maybe younger and had glasses, but she did not seem to be a threat. Axel wondered how long it would take for her to leave, he watched for awhile and mentally made a deal with himself that if he got out of here without being seen that he was a genius. But by the way she was taking in the scenery and walking around he did not expect to leave anytime soon. 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]

Accepted!