Raggedclaws of AspenClan

[Kathryn]

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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 Raggedclaws of the great AspenClan 70 moons Tom Warrior How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS the darkest black and my eyes are the most radiant gold Scars Countless scars over his chest and forelegs, and one over the entire left side of his face which parts the fur. His tail is covered with them, as is his hind legs, which are covered by his fur. Appearance Raggedclaws - a colossal ebony tom with fur darker, thicker and more deadly than raven feathers. Countless unhealed scars cross over on all of his legs, slanting down toward his massive claws and thick paws. His menacing amber irises strike fear into anything that lock with them, because if you are brave enough to hold his blazing, battle-starving eyes, you are either foolishly brave or dead already. Most cats that see this ‘thing’ on patrol back down almost immediately. This beast is a tank – not only is he a colossal cat, he has powerful muscles to match and steps over other cats like they are merely territory. His Jet-coloured broad shoulders and thick tail are dangerous, and his paws can snap a cat’s neck in half with minimal effort. The long, angry-looking scar over the left side of his face reflects his personality like a glove. You do not want to mess with him. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M battle hungry AND wild Personality Although he's known to be a violent fighter, Raggedclaws's actions tend to be for the best. He has a very poor sense of direction, at times asking others for help. Raggedclaws lives for battle and enjoys a good fight more than anything. He even holds back in an effort to make any fight last longer. He also claims that injury and death are nothing but the price one pays for a good fight. Although he thrives for battle, Raggedclaws has shown to have emotions. Raggedclaws deeply gives meaning to his name. Following his fight with Blackfoot (who was an old friend of his, who left the Clans), Raggedclaws talks about the pain of not having a name, as he lived his early years without one. Despite his tendency to be brutal, Raggedclaws usually stops a fight if his opponent is too injured to fight back, claiming that he isn't interested in fighting "weaklings who can't fight anymore; nor is he obligated to deal a death blow to anyone who isn't capable of fighting any longer". However, he will unhesitatingly kill his opponent if they refuse to end their fight. On multiple occasions, Raggedclaws has shown to greatly respect those who can defeat him in a fight and to those who can push him to his limit. Ever since Blackfoot handed him his first known loss (though Blackfoot also considers their fight a loss for him), Raggedclaws has considered the latter a member of his Clan. He also expresses his willingness to engage him in a rematch every time they meet, only to be turned down as Blackfoot already considers themselves as friends. Nevertheless, Raggedclaws still challenges him in a duel, as evidenced when he aided Blackfoot in his fight against a badger (where he gave "his blessing," stating that in doing so would make Blackfoot stronger for "their anticipated fight"). Raggedclaws also strongly believes that fun comes before working. In every battle, he tries to get as much enjoyment out of it as possible. During his free time, Raggedclaws always takes his afternoon nap. He doesn't have a particularly favourite food, but he particularly hates squirrels. It seems that Raggedclaws sometimes contradicts his own logic in fighting. On the one hand, Raggedclaws wishes to increase his own personal power. On the other hand, he conceals his strength to enjoy a fight for as long as possible. Irrational to a certain extent, Raggedclaws is one of the most complex characters in the RolePlay, as he exhibits a wide range of traits: lethargic, bloodthirsty, rebellious, empathetic, and wise. Preferences He loves fighting. That is all he lives for - to fight and find someone as strong as he is. Secret Ambitions To find someone that can stand up to him, who has the potential to defeat him. Strengths/Weaknesses He is insanely powerful, knowing all about fighting that there is, but he can not hunt to save his life, nor does he abide by the Warrior Code. He is lawless and a brute but no cat dares to stand up and say it. He can not navigate anywhere without simple instructions, showing that he is only intelligent when it comes to fighting - if he can even get there to begin with. He usually shows up late and makes a big show of it in hopes that someone brave will challenge him. If not, he tears the place up. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Tooth AND Claw Family All dead. Event that Lead to being a Warrior He stumbled into AspenClan after a one-on-one with a badger, still standing. No cat dared to turn him away with his attitude. History “Kenny” was a cat who was born into a city where the main law was "Kill or be killed". The area he lived in meant a constant fight for survival; nobody was spared – she-cats, kits, queens, young cats, nobody. His mother and father died, leaving him nameless and defenceless. As a six moon old kit, he was able to take on cats of Apprentice age due to his size, and by ten moons he had killed more cats than he had cared to count. By twelve moons, he was feared, even among adult cats, and they offered him prey in return for their safety, but it was an offering the nameless cat wasn’t interested in. He wanted to find Kodi, the strongest cat around, and fight him. However, there was a Clan-type pecking order, where you had to fight up the ranks to even find Kodi’s closest friends – which was exactly what the nameless tom did. The battle was witnessed by a lot of rogues, who heard about the upcoming battle, and decided that whichever cat won would be the best fighter in the city. Kodi was a medium-sized ginger tom with careful ginger eyes, whereas the nameless fighter was, at fifteen moons, a colossal black tom who towered over every cat that had shown up. It was said that he was bigger than a two-leg pet; and the scars that the fighter had attained by that time was frightening. When the battle started, Kodi tried a spinning frontal attack and aimed for the tom’s chest with a well-aimed blow. With that being Kodi’s strongest move at that time, cats thought that he would go down in one blow, but the black cat didn’t even move, stating that the move tickled. His green-gold eyes were calm, gazing down with an unimpressed look on his face, and reached up. Offering that he would let the tom get a free hit for the sake of it, a claw slashed down his face and created the scar he has there now. During the battle, the tom then blocked Kodi’s attack with a paw before smashing him across the jaws and sending him flying into a fence. The move killed the tom instantly and everybody bowed down to the nameless tom, awe-struck and afraid. The next few words he spoke, in a heavy voice, sparked the most terror in any cats that had heard them: “That was boring...” Turning to leave, he noticed that everybody else had fled, and he vanished, looking for more cats to fight on his quest for strength. He found a group of rogues, who had killed two cats for prey. Thinking that they would be a good match, he took them on and killed them all easily, feeling rather depressed that he still hadn’t found someone worth his time. That was when a kit approached him from the bark of a tree and, unafraid of the scene before her, wanted to play with the tom’s claws. Confused as to why, the nameless tom spoke to her, telling her that his claws were dangerous and she should run, but the kit didn’t pay any attention. When he asked her what her name was, she didn’t reply, and like him, she had no name. Feeling connected with this she-kit, the tom decided that he wasn’t going to live without a name any longer. He named himself Ken, and named her Horizon, after her fur, and the only cat he ever admired... And then found AspenClan. Sample RP Bestially the tom twitched his ears, swinging his thick tail around to slam against the trees. Golden eyes glinted, shoving back the sunlight where it touched his iris, returning a gold just as, if not, more beautiful than the sun. Sound exploded in every direction – the territory was alive with the sound of prey and voices. Growling deep down in his throat, the Warrior rose from his position, kicking up sand behind him as he prowled across the ground. Slanted forward with a mixture of calm suspicion and anger, he crouched down under his resting place in the shadows. He couldn’t stand sleeping in the Warrior’s den. Snoring cats would keep him awake, not to mention he could barely go inside. Clearly he was too big for anything, but he didn’t care – today gave the opportunity of a new fight. Arching his back and puffing his chest out, flicking his hind paws back and snorting as he stretched, the tom prepared to go out into the territory and find something to do. “This place is boring,” the tom spat, pushing his forelegs out and lifting his rump into the air. His tail fur fluffed out; the Jet black plumage draping the earth as it curled up, then relaxed when he returned to standing. Ivory claws dug into the earth as he flicked his claws in and out of his sheathes, craning his neck until it clicked and popped to release the muscle there. When he was satisfied, he padded into the camp and searched it using only his eyes. There was nothing at all to do... 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

This is Raggedclaws - the above picture. He is a Maine Coon breed, which are massive cats.

Just to give you an idea of how big he is, look at this image:

[Stella]

accepted! welcome to aspenclan!