[a heavy heart] valiantpaw ; celestialclan

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Name: Valiantpaw
Age: 10 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: CelestialClan
Desired Position: Apprentice
Short Description:

a short furred, willowy tan tabby with soft teal eyes.

Description:

His lean frame is covered in a layer of short, normally messy, fur. It’s a beautiful pale ginger tabby hue with random splotches of creamy white speckling the layers of pale orange. The fur is a mixture of dark and light orange shades, spreading in various sizes of stripes across his body, his shoulders, legs and tail. His fur is actually a really pale, creamy orange, but with a thick overlay of these slightly darker streaks and thin splotches of white. Along his tail, there are thick stripes, like those of a rattle snake, coiling up the fur, coating it in random bands of a golden orange and a pale ginger.
The dark ginger colour runs in three thin stripes down his forehead, while some reach up his cheek from his neck. His chin and chest is covered in a jungle of creamy white fur, normally quite rustled and messy, before fading into the normal ginger pattern of his shoulders and belly. He had long, lean legs that are also pretty well-muscled, meaning he can be competent in a large range of both battle moves and hunting techniques while his quite large ears and sensitive nose allow him to sense things very accurately.

Personality:

Like his name, he is valiant. A brave and extremely loyal cat, he is bent on doing what he can on helping the clan, whatever it is. Fiercely loyal to his loved ones but even more so to the clan, he would even give up his life to protect them and gladly he would. He doesn’t give out his trust very easily, one has to earn it through things that would really mean much to him as his trust, is like having a life long friend beside you. Quiet, somber and quite intimidating sometimes, he’s actually quite an easygoing and active cat once you get to know him, and always loves to play around and have fun. Although he may seem like quite a silent cat, he is actually quite quick to point out when he objects to things or is skeptical of a certain subject, whether it be an idea or new thing to learn, and would have arguments on why things should be his way. This does not mean he is a spoilt cat, in fact, he is hardly one.
A simple, easily contented cat, he doesn’t ask for much, and is happy with what he has. A home, friends and something close to family. He learns things quickly and easily, able to mimic a battle move or hunting crouch with much ease. However, he can be stubborn and slightly reckless, no matter how quick witted and intelligent he is, often charging into things or drawing conclusions early without thought.

Experience:

His body shook, shivered with tiny spasms that coursed through his tiny frame.
The violent movements grew more and more reckless as he watched the scene before him, trying to close his bright green eyes but finding himself unable to. From inside his hiding place, a long abandoned fox den, time seemed to stand still with each yowl or shriek that came his way. He could hear them, smell them, breathe the slow growing scent of death that echoed around the soil and trees as the scents and sounds of the battle raged in his ears, clawing at his mind, the mind that screamed for him to aid his parents, and at his feet which refused to move.
Then suddenly, silence.
A faint, almost melodious meow was thrown his way, whispered into his slowly turning maniacal mentality and he hastily bounded out of the deep hole, eyes widening with cold shock as the intricate sight that lay before him. The destruction the badger had left behind was great, deep claw marks engraved like writing upon the groaning tree bark and soil torn out from the ground in heaps. But the mark that it had carved in Valiantkit, then, was the two limp bodies on the ground, surrounded by pools of metallic, glimmering blood. Dead.
He couldn’t think, feel or sense anything at that moment, when time itself hung still and stagnant in the thick, milky air. The blood seemed too bright, the soil too rough, everything too unreal for him to register what had actually happened. Ice seemed to freeze the blood that coursed through his veins as he stepped forward, breaking away from the frigid veil, and made his way towards the dark form of his mother. Her body was splayed out, still caught in the deathly pirouette the badger had spun for her, and her once bright hazel eyes were dull and cold. He burrowed his nose in his mother’s fur, calling her name softly as he struggled to inhale her scent which now reeked with the stench of death that burned his nostrils. Delicate ginger paws dipped in the lukewarm scarlet liquid that collected around the stagnant form, his eyes opened and he stepped backward, face unclothed in the midnight silhouettes of the broken trees before raising his head to the sun, fierce green eyes narrowed with barely disguised aggression and fury.
His shriek slashed through the cold forest silence like a blade through flesh, twisting and curling in a way parallel to the writhes and twitches a body makes in its final moments.
And that’s how they found him.

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Essentially, his family was murdered by a fox when he was just a kit. The body of his sister, Distantkit, was never found and he believes, to this day, that she is still alive and out there.

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