`Ghostclaw -- Tom -- ShadowClan

[sly]

Name: Ghostclaw
Age: 34 Moons
Gender: Male
Clan: ShadowClan
Position: Warrior

Description: Ghostclaw is easily considered a handsome tom. His fur is a rich greyish color, with very dark and defined tabby stripes. His belly is a lighter shade, with more of a cream-brown to it than the rest of him, extending up to his muzzle. He has white toes on his right forepaw, but other than that, is completely grey. He is well-built for a tom, and has decent bone and muscle structure for a wild cat. His eyes are a striking seafoam-greenish shade. He has a nasty scar over his left eye, which is blind.

Personality: Even after years of oppression, Ghostclaw has retained a decent personality. He has a very loyal heart, and would die for his Clan and all those he loves. He is naturally very strong, and though as a kit found himself very timid and afraid of the world, has hardened up and become a powerful influence on the others around him. He has not the slightest bit of darkness in him, even for a ShadowClanner. He does have some ambition and drive, though it is usually for the right reasons. He is a wonderful friend to any who need him.

History: Ghostkit was born along with his sister, Spiritkit. He was the bigger of the two, the stronger of the two, and the more favored of the two. So much so, that his father took her against her mother's wishes and tried to abandon the "weakling kit" on the Thunderpath. She was never heard from for moons after, and everything went on at a rather normal rate. Threatening his mate, he made sure the Clan knew that only one of the two kits had survived, and the other had died shortly after birth.

Ghostpaw was a very frightened apprentice. His father had managed to become his mentor, and tormented him all his days. Everything Ghostpaw did was wrong in some way or another. It wasn't good enough, wasn't strong enough, wasn't anything to be proud of. Ghostpaw constantly found himself the dirt that ShadowClan trod over, due to his father's cold and harsh treatments. He trained well, however, and had a decent skill for fighting. He showed much promise, though it seemed his father couldn't see it. Constant reminders that he was a failure took their toll.

Ghostclaw was as strong a Warrior as he was an apprentice. Even as a new Warrior, his father pushed everything on him. He was forced to aspire to great things that he did not necessarily want. He did not want to be leader, though his father seemed to think it wise. When he was near eighteen moons, he began to receive regular "bashes" from his father to "strengthen his character." In other words, he would be dragged out into the woods, beaten for a few hours, and then left to crawl home to the Clan and come up with a clever story to go with his wounds.

Eventually, Ghostclaw learned about his sister. It was during a ShadowClan raiding party. The Clan attacked ThunderClan, and Ghostclaw was chosen along with his parents to join. While he did not understand why his Clan needed to raid anyone, he consented to go by threat of death from his father. He followed the group, staying close to the back, planning on how he could avoid a fight. After all, ThunderClan had done nothing wrong, so why did ShadowClan wish to attack? He didn't seem to think it fair.

When the raiding party arrived, he stuck to the outskirts, refusing to fight. He could scarcely believe what was going on. He noticed a ShadowClan warrior giving a Queen and some of her kits grief, and he stepped in and managed to save the Queen and her kits. She thanked him, though confused by his kind gesture of protection, and ran off into the woods with her kits. When he was looking to see if anyone else was in need of assistance, he saw his mother. She was staring curiously at another cat, who then lashed out at her.

Ghostclaw noticed his mother's refusal to fight, and quickly stepped in to defend her. While he still did not believe that the raid was justifiable, he wasn't about to see his beloved mother killed. The she-cat he fought was surprisingly strong and full of fury, giving him a nasty scratch over his eye, which would several days later lead to blindness in the eye. Helping his mother home, he left his father to fight the she-cat. On the way back to ShadowClan, Ghostclaw learned that the she-cat had indeed been his sister. It seemed to make the permanent scar an even more painful reminder of his father's tyranny.

Not many weeks later, Ghostclaw managed to overhear his father talking with rogues about an attack. He quickly set off to ThunderClan, knowing full well he needed to find his sister. Not only were rumors about her starting a blood feud being spread, but he knew she was one of the only cats with enough drive and strength to defeat Darktiger. He made it to ThunderClan, explained the situation, and convinced his sister to come help along with other ThunderClanners. He told Spiritsong, his sister, of what had happened, and she would help him defeat his father and the rogue attack party.

His leader died a few sunrises later, though Ghostclaw was grateful not to be asked to become leader. While he had always secretly wanted the position, he felt that getting it now would not only give off the wrong message, but be considered a dangerous position for him to hold. Still, he is determined to one day become leader, not to destroy the Clans like his father had planned, but to lead them to a better and brighter future, one where there are no raids or tyrants or senseless slaughters of any nature.

Ghostclaw [Jelli]
Male | 34 Moons | Green | Grey-Brown Tabby | Loyal |Strong | Loving

[Lemon Zinger]

Accepted, thanks a bunch!