saberfang -- tempest

[faust]

Name:Saberfang
Age: 30 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Tempest Clan
Desired Position: Medicine Cat
Short Description:

A bright orange tom with extraordinarily long fangs and a fierce disposition.

Description:

Hundreds of years later, Saberfang is an uncanny image of the sabertooth tigers of old. His pelt is a dazzling shade of orange. Its deep copper shades are fiery, and even flame-like. This one hue dominates the tom's body without flaw until a few deeper colored markings work themselves in. Along the toms legs are stripes of a darker tinted color. Along his neck runs a ring of the different variety as well. Reaching his neck, the orange becomes less saturated and lighter to behold. A few distinct patterns can also be found on his face and a small thick patch runs through the middle of his head. The tom possesses a figure that is more brawny than slender and is average in height. While lightly muscled for the most, he can still be found stronger in some places than others. His appearance would be fairly normal were it not for a few offsets that characterized his name. Where most cats have four large fangs in the front, Saber's top fangs are considerably longer than usual. The sharp weapons protrude from the tom's jaws and hang dangerously low. Running from his faze down to his back, one will notice that his tail does not run as long as it should and stops short. It's longer than the normal bob, but only half the length of a normal tail. When moved, it twitches in odd, little jerks. The last thing about Saberfang is his small, deep-set eyes that are always slitted in a devious expression and burn out from the tom's bright face.

Personality:

Saberfang is nowhere near to your normal, caring medicine cat who would never raise a paw to another unless it was in the most desperate of situations. In all honesty, he doesn't see himself as the med then more of a healing warrior. To himself, he was never meant for the life of gathering herbs and staying behind whenever groups of his clan-mates paraded off to battle; knowing they would soon return in need of his aid. He would have much rather been there to protect the cat right then, than tend to it later. No matter his reluctance at staying behind, the tom would never shirk his duties, and if it were not for his aggressive nature, would be a very comfortable medicine cat who was very good at what he did. With a sharp mind and keen nose, finding and using the right herbs came to him naturally. That and his obviously determined being was what made him a good candidate for the position. Saberfang despises being idle though, and lounging around at the camp while others did all the work for him. As long as there was no one in need of his assistance, the medic would slip off 'collecting herbs', or rather he would be stalking his defenseless prey, or hunting an unseen enemy. When the clan is confronted with warfare, the tom oddly enough is usually at the front pushing it on despite the wounded it would bring back to him. The tom has a hunger for action that leads him to be savage at times, and while he is never especially harsh to his clan, neither is he overly kind. He is a hard cat, but always aware of what he must do.

Experience:

Saberfang was born to a loyal pair of TempestClan cats, Dawnleaf and Autumnstream. He was one out of three and out of all of them had the most eye-catching fiery pelt - deserving him his name. As a kit he was the usual mischievous type, always getting into some sort of trouble with his siblings. When his apprentice-ship came though, everything seemed to change at once. A sign was sent from Starclan to the current medicine cat - a flame-like orange leaf. It was then that Saberpaw was chosen to be the next medicine cat. At first, the young tom had no problems with this decision; it seemed to be quite the honor. As time progressed though, he began miss all the things that he had left behind. Every time he would see another apprentice go out with their mentor to hunt or train, a shock of pain would run through his chest. It was then that he realized that he would never experience the things all his friends would. Naturally he would learn to hunt and fight, but only out of necessity. He would not actually get to apply those skills. Instead he was learned of herbs and the various plants that could cure this, or cause that. By the time his mentor finally passed on to Starclan, Saberpaw had begun to loathe the life he was destined too live. When he was eventually given his warrior name - the proud one of Saberfang, as well as the obvious one - he truly began his life as the medicine cat. At first, he was not dedicated to his duties, and reluctant to perform his them. Things did not look good for the Zephyrclan medicine can when one day, a mangled kit was brought back bleeding and unconscious. After an incident with a hawk, the poor scrap was barely alive and in desperate need of attention. At first, Saberfang froze in fear, having forgotten all of his training in a single instant. Then something snapped inside him, and all of it came flooding back. In an second he was flying around the den yowling commands and gathering all the things he would need. He did his very best to save the young cat and just as it seemed that everything would be okay, things took a turn for the worst and the small kit gave in - his body having been taken with infection. The ordeal rattled Saberfang to the core, but the effect was not what would be expected. Instead of cursing himself as a med cat and giving up, the tom resolved that nothing like that would ever happen again. Never would he just stumble in the line of duty, and let his own personal issues get in the way. The clan would always come first.

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he's all family-less and stuff. :[

[MiNTY♥]

Accepted (: nice bio