[caution:] HYENACHARM [obnoxious]

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Name: Hyenacharm
Age: 39 moons
Gender: Tom
Desired Position: Warrior
Short Description:

Scrawny silver tom with ebony-barred legs and olive eyes. He is sharp witted but obnoxious.

Description:

Yes, it's true, even the newest kit or blindest elder in TempestClan could pick out Hyenacharm in camp, and not by his pelt alone, dispite the fact that his coat, too, is quite characteristic. Simply by his almost malnutritioned-looking scrawniness, especially compared to his brawny clanmates, is enough to know his origins, though it's likely he'd even look thin in a patch of ZephyrClan cats. His fur is short and coarse, unpleasant to the touch and often smeared with mud, dust, and whatever he last ate. Who cares what he looks like? Hyenacharm knows that within TempestClan he is quite unliked and that no one would bother to look him up nor down, even the easiest of she-cats, so why even bother to wash his pelt? The actual fur color is considerably handsome, and quite exotic, like that of a wildcat with the primitive barred legs of black lancing up his clumsy stilts. Paler underneath and an ashy flecked silver everywhere else, his coat is pleasing dispite it's nasty texture. His narrowed, cleverly sparkling eyes are an odd yellow-olive color.

Personality:

Being born in another clan and all, Hyenacharm used to find himself being picked on more than his fair share, having picked up the temper of a proper TempestClan cat, he lashed out. Unfortunately, the cat he lashed out at was a massive tom, several moons older, and fiery, using any excuse to fight. Since Hyenacharm attacked first, the other tom had every right to attack, and nearly killed his clanmate. This thoroughly taught the ZephyrClan-born warrior his lesson, and as of today, he has no temper to speak of. Hyenacharm finds himself becoming involved in many arguements still, but only for his own amusement. Using strategically placed chortles of entertainment and a voice dripping of sarcasm and snootiness, this tom likes to irk the hell out of his sparring opponents, possibly causing them to attack, which is when he simply jumps out of the way, knowing full well that the warrior code is on his side. He's chatty, very chatty, and tends to put on a show of mock-cheerfulness to mask any hints of anger flaring inside of him. He's quite the annoying fellow, and when alone with himself, Hyenacharm must be careful not to break down, for he finds himself unbearably lonely, since he is much disliked in TempestClan. It takes every ounce of willpower to keep from running back to ZephyrClan like a coward, but he will not give in, and keep the mask of snide power on when with his clanmates, just to let them know he's just as tough as they.

Experience:

Born to Dancinglight by the well known and highly respected ZephyrClan warrior Brazenwing, Hyenacharm (then named Trailkit) was not even a half-clan, he was fully ZephyrClan along with his siblings Flutterkit, Flarekit and Whipkit. So how did he end up an able TempestClan warrior? As a kit, he was whiny, obnoxious and feeble, sickly. Even for a ZephyrClan child he was scrawny, and because of this he felt unloved and unwanted, always in the medicine cat den, he feared that she would choose him as her apprentice, which was the last thing he would ever want. Not only that, but Flutterkit was the star pupil of he clan. A huge suck-up, gorgeous even at a young age, and spoiled rotten by everyone, it was hard for any of her siblings to feel like they were accepted in the clan, especially hard for young Trailkit, who knew he could never live up to his father's name. Though the thought of running away and never returning hadn't actually accoured in his mind until long after he had successfully snuck out of camp and had begun creeping stealthily about ZephyrClan's territory, it suddenly seemed like an amazing idea. So, having made it all the way to the rocky slopes past the glacier, he just kept wandering. Now caught along the rough shore of TempestClan, Trailkit realized he was on another clan's land by the wretched smell coming off the land in waves. Exhausted from his rage-induced hike, the weak kit slumped the the shore and fell alseep, later waking in the TempestClan nursery at an unwilling queen's belly.

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