Jetfang --- vertigoclan

[dawn]

Name: Jetfang
Age: 36 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: VertigoClan
Desired Position: Warrior
Short Description:

A big black tom with some white markings and mismatched eyes; blue and amber.

Description:

Jetfang fits in well with his clan, Vertigoclan. He is quite large and well built; brawny. His fur is black, overall; but not completely, he has a few markings. His muzzle is white, stretching along his jaw about the width of his skull, and creeping up a bit around his black nose; his two large front paws are also the same tone of white, up to his ankle, but only his front paws, not his hind paws. The fur inside his ears is also white, and there is one quite distinct marking he has; just below his mouth, streaking down his white muzzle, is a short, almost thoughtful black marking. It looks, to be truthful, like a goatee of sorts, though it doesn't stand out that much. Besides that, Jetfang has mismatched eyes; the right is a harsh amber, while the left is a cool, icy blue. There are no cuts taken out of his tall, soft black ears, but he did have a bit of his tail bitten deep into near the end, and while it can only be seen from one side, he has a deep pink scar there, the fur growing out around it.

Personality:

Jetfang is not secretive, so much as he is solitary. He has a small group of friends he is close to, but even with them he does not care to share his story. He doesn't want to be pitied, or for the loss of Shivermoon to color his life. He reminds himself that they were only just apprentices then; but even so, the way she has gone, without even leaving her body to be seen, is haunting to him. Most of all, even though a part of him can't let her go, he wants to move on. He is at his prime in life and is open to love, to friendship; Jetfang is, overall, a good natured sort, liking to train apprentices and fight enemies, losing blood all in the name of Vertigoclan. He loses himself in that at times, in training and fighting and hunting and just doing all that he can for his clan. His loyalty runs deep in his veins, and he isn't the most friendly toward outsiders, particularly without clan blood. It takes him a while to warm up to others, but if they casually press at his shell it will eventually break, and then he'll be softer and more friendly with them. He isn't one to have harsh prejudice against those different from himself, like kittypets or rogues; but upon meeting someone he already begins forming his first opinion of them. It slowly builds as he gets to know them, noting their strengths and weaknesses.

Overall, Jetfang has a sharp but warm sense of humor, is quite loyal to his clan, loves seeing new blood flow in the clan, enjoys fighting, and is good natured. He's a simple guy, he won't try and get you caught up in his feelings; he's a good listener, and he won't say a word if you tell him about your own problems.

Experience:

[[jetkit]]
Jetkit had an average kithood; nothing monumental happened at this time. His parents were average; nothing too special about them either; his father was loving and, his mother was a strong warrior and equally caring. He has no faults to blame on the way he was raised. He was not the only kit in his litter; he also has a wily she-wolf of a sister, called Nightbird. His mother had some troubles with birth, though, as their brother, Smokekit, was still born. Moons later, growing older, his parents had their second litter; this time, there was only one kit left alive in the litter; his younger sister, Ivorypaw, whom he is extremely protective of, perhaps for this matter.

[[jetpaw]]
Jetpaw was apprenticed to his uncle, the brother of his mother. As fierce as his own mother, said uncle was a good teacher, and Jetpaw was often absorbed in his teachings, determined to become a good warrior, perhaps even the best. This is why it was so surprising when he developed his first crush, on a beautiful she-cat named Shiverpaw. She was his first love, and they had been close friends since becoming apprentices, training hard side by side. Jetpaw's mentor had become very close to him, and the two would often speak about her. Then, just two nights before they would become warriors, there was a fox attack. It was dark, and things were so chaotic, so confusing. The next morning, many cats were injured by the creatures, but all were alive, all were present- except for Shiverpaw. She was never seen again, and, presumed dead, she was sent to starclan with the name Shivermoon. Jetpaw didn't speak to anyone for a long time; due to being so close to being a warrior, he had already been tested in fighting, but had not had his hunting assessment, and was held back for half a moon to grieve before he could complete it.

[[jetfang]]
As a warrior, Jetfang still has not forgotten Shivermoon. He doesn't tell many younger than himself about her, or bring it up; he pretends to be fine, and often is, losing himself in his duties and tasks, and feeling quite happy. But then something will strike him and he'll grow quiet, remembering. Remembering all that could have been without her death. Unknown to others, at times he will go out into the territory at night, combing it aimlessly, eyes searching. Trying to find that that has escaped him, the love that he has lost, and has never found again. Others, he will dream of finding Shivermoon alive out there, but just as she is in reach, she vanishes from sight, and leaves him chasing her into the darkness, chasing ghosts...

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