Post by Argusclaw on Sept 6, 2015 17:41:47 GMT -5
| argusclaw | | riverclan |
| male | | fifty | | deputy |
born with an odd amount of fur that wasn't typical for the usual sleek riverclan feline, you may wonder where this particular trait may have fallen from - however not a single feline alive, nor in a few generations can share that tale. it's a mystery all it's own, possibly a trait of long-hair fur coming down from some weird cross clan border fling or even love with a rogue some where along his line. but it is non-the-less a strong possible outcome in his long lineage. born with a dark, dark brown coat the male feline his covered in black stripes that coat his whole being, nothing but pale grey patches in some places. overbearingly large for his kind, the tom is what many would call "monstrous" in size, towering over the average size cat, by at least a head. this comes from his long, bulky legs and large wide set shoulders. he looks like a fighting machine and it was something his mentor trained into him very harshly as an apprentice. small scars and old wounds litter his body and the saying goes "all scars tell their tales" can be sure enough for him. some are simple slips of his paws on rocks while other are in the shape of fangs. overall it's his large amber eyes that seem to prove he is not as scary as he appears, for they show a kindness in them to all those who stray from him in the early mornings of the day.
growing up an only kit left something of a bitter taste in the tom's mouth; he never knew if he would enjoy siblings, nor would he have the comfort of them when his parents would die moons into the future. no, as an only kit he had that privilege to get away with nearly any starclan forbidden thing his parents caught him doing. they called him spoiled and spoiled he was. if he had asked his mother for a mouse, she would get him a mouse to please the young growing tom cat. however, manners were something that was nearly beaten into him by his father; charming, polite, calculating all terms used with him as he got older and wiser. he was careful almost to the point that many saw his hesitation before he did. but that never stopped him from going after what he wanted with that same charming determined smirk on his face. it was when he was nine moons old that his mention pushed fighting into his paws and surprisingly he had a natural born talent with it. a fight in both the sense of mentally and physically, he would prove to earn his warrior name as argusclaw within the first few moons of his training session. while many think him the brutal strength behind a lot of aspects, argusclaw can come and shock them with his knowledge behind certain subjects and aspects. intelligent is putting it rather nicely, but while he can show some knowledge in areas, other places he seems to lack very much so. he has never found love, and that subject is foreign to him.
born an only kit to duckface and dipperclaw, the young arguskit was a large and overbearing kitten from the start. his mother spoiled him rotten, being the only kitten out of four litters to survive she dotted on him and practically groomed him into believing that if he just batted his eyes, twisted a crooked grin he would get what he wanted. it was his father's doing - a senior warrior who had, had a mate prior to argus's mother, who taught the young tom a few lessons on manners and the wonders of the world. together the father and son duo learned a lot about each other- namely that when it came to appearance, arguskit turned out to look more like duckface's father then anyone else.
due to many questionable remarks, and the fact that arguskit would always tumble over his rather large paws, there was hint that he'd make a terrible warrior and scare most of the prey away before he got near it. so come his sixth moon, when he was assigned crowflight as a mentor (a small tom whose eyes were bluer then blue), it was a surprise that arguspaw who was almost the size of the tom, didn't walk over him. crowflight was firm and harsh with his apprentice, teaching him manners and the proper way to be a warrior and once arguspaw was old enough - to fight like a true warrior. naturally it came to him, easier then hunting ever was, arguspaw was able to perfect his battle movements in less then four moons, and was able to pin his mentor down after five.
which was why when the time came for him to be made a warrior at 12 moons, he was named argusclaw. as a warrior he proved himself loyal and brave, defending his clan at the drop of a tail and even charging head into a situation at the leader's command even if he was frighten. not many toyed with him; but those who had been close to the tom knew that while he appeared to be a giant monstrous feline on the outside, there was a giant kitten laying wait on the inside. he was twenty-four moons old when he first received an apprentice, a sweet little thing named beekit. she was a golden coloured she-cat, tiny and sweet and she and argusclaw took a liking right away. she trained well under him and when she received her name beecloud, some where surprised when argusclaw sent her on her merry way inside of becoming mates.
you see, argusclaw did not love his apprentice, no he was fond of her indeed, and treated her as a daughter of sorts. beecloud had been fond of argusclaw, had crushed on him for a time, but the two had parted way on friendly terms. moons would pass and another apprenticeship he would mentor before the leader of riverclan passed. he would watch morningstar rise to become leader and under her leadership he would be named deputy.
due to many questionable remarks, and the fact that arguskit would always tumble over his rather large paws, there was hint that he'd make a terrible warrior and scare most of the prey away before he got near it. so come his sixth moon, when he was assigned crowflight as a mentor (a small tom whose eyes were bluer then blue), it was a surprise that arguspaw who was almost the size of the tom, didn't walk over him. crowflight was firm and harsh with his apprentice, teaching him manners and the proper way to be a warrior and once arguspaw was old enough - to fight like a true warrior. naturally it came to him, easier then hunting ever was, arguspaw was able to perfect his battle movements in less then four moons, and was able to pin his mentor down after five.
which was why when the time came for him to be made a warrior at 12 moons, he was named argusclaw. as a warrior he proved himself loyal and brave, defending his clan at the drop of a tail and even charging head into a situation at the leader's command even if he was frighten. not many toyed with him; but those who had been close to the tom knew that while he appeared to be a giant monstrous feline on the outside, there was a giant kitten laying wait on the inside. he was twenty-four moons old when he first received an apprentice, a sweet little thing named beekit. she was a golden coloured she-cat, tiny and sweet and she and argusclaw took a liking right away. she trained well under him and when she received her name beecloud, some where surprised when argusclaw sent her on her merry way inside of becoming mates.
you see, argusclaw did not love his apprentice, no he was fond of her indeed, and treated her as a daughter of sorts. beecloud had been fond of argusclaw, had crushed on him for a time, but the two had parted way on friendly terms. moons would pass and another apprenticeship he would mentor before the leader of riverclan passed. he would watch morningstar rise to become leader and under her leadership he would be named deputy.
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