Wolfwhisper [of] RogueClan [ND]

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name;
Wolfwhisper
clan;
RogueClan
position;
Warrior
age;
48 moons
gender;
Tom
appearance;
Neat and tidy. Neat and tidy. Neat and tidy. Mother was always right. She was the only one who loved him. For six moons, at least. He was given a bath five times a day and he still keeps this up. Like clockwork, he stops whatever he's doing and gives his whole pelt a good lick thirty-two times a day. Therefore he's a rather clean cat. He doesn't look like anything a clan cat would probably describe a rogue as looking. His standard size and simple orange and white coat are charming. He has the average half-inch fur with white being the base coat. His ears, forehead, and cheeks are tabby orange. There's a orange patch on his rump and the tip of his tail is the same simple color. He's a good jumper with well-trained muscles rippling under his coat.
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c l i c k . i t
personality;
Throughout his life he's been bullied and picked on, whenever he tried it cats would often laugh in his face. That laughter haunts him. Several in his clan still do...or at least try to. If they're in his clan they normally get a cut on their tongue or he simply attacks them, but if they're outside he's known for a little...signature move. Once his opponent is weakened enough he will hold them down and grab hold of their tongue. With a cry of victory, he'll tear it from their mouths and leave them to choke on their own blood. The reason for all this bullying is one simple thing: he has a very obvious speech impairment.

At first, he may seem intimidating. Then he talks. His stutter stops cats from taking him seriously and nothing angers him more than that, and laughter. Even the smallest chuckle will have him demanding for the cat to stop. The only sound he makes that could come close to being called laughter is the small wheezing sound he makes after a kill or when he's absolutely enjoying whatever game he's playing.

For his first year of life he would get walked all over, acting as the omega of his clan. He had low self esteem, but something made him snap and ever since he's been bordering psychotic. It's hard him to be around other cats. He rather enjoy solitary and has never felt the emotion of lonliness since the day he snapped. There's also the reasoning that he has never met a cat really worth talking to. Friends are a never. Allies are a must. He can't stand the laughter that having social "playmates" may bring on so it's easier to just avoid them.

In honor of his former pathetic self he loves to journey out into enemy territory. Namely ThunderClan. Playing the innocent, nerdy tom act he lures in she-cats. Normally they're simply slaughtered, but every so often he does spread his seed. He could never be a good father, though. The laughter of young kits would simply drive him mad. No, he would have to have an army of stoic monsters.
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[//Cindy// l u n a]

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