Wildclaw

Lichenclan

Silver and white classic tabby with yellow eyes

Neither the largest nor smallest, Wildclaw is of average size and build when compared to his large litter of six. Now; his adolescence gone; adulthood has Wildclaw sporting a muscular body with shorter legs and a long torso. His frame is stocky and sturdy - the previous lankiness of his apprenticeship gone; lost to the mass he's grown from constant training and exercise. Despite the averageness to his height, Wildclaw presents himself as a taller, more imposing individual. His presence is intimidating to those who cannot get a hold of the energy he exudes and when he sees such discomfort it is guaranteed he will exploit such confusion.

A coat resembling that of his fathers; Wildclaw's silver and white pelt is layered with classic tabby markings. Ribbons of gray swirl across his fur, the bands along his torso and side thicker in width and color than the strips of silver coiling along his legs. White breaks up the silver puddles, the pelt covering Wildclaw's chest, stomach, and feet all light in comparison to the stormy gray atop his frame. The soft, fluffy kitten fur that once covered him is now long gone, replaced by thick tangles of long hair that is his adult pelt. One thing remains consistent throughout his life; the disheveled look of Birstlefur a seemingly hereditary characteristic.

Wildclaw's face is wideset and large, the puffed cheeks of an adult tom making his jaws look wide and menacing. It is mostly his tall ears that contribute to the overinflated size of his head, the triangular crowns to his brow always erect and expressive. He has a large muzzle beneath his pink nose, both framed by numerous lengthy whiskers. The white along Wildclaw's chest travels up his chin and across his cheeks to end its ascent at the crux of his brow. Several silver stripes paint his forehead, its pattern presenting a constant expression of astonishment or anger across Wildclaw's light, amber eyes.

+ ambitious, brave
- cold, intense, critical
: active

With a large litter to compete against and the legacy of Birstlefur to follow behind, Wildclaw has instilled within himself the ambition of a cat hell bent on going places in life. Though he may look average among the crowded warrior's den, he insists on presenting himself as one that will stir about trouble and push himself to the limits other's have placed upon him if need be. Wildclaw has a desire to turn heads and assert himself high above his peers in anyway he can. That he is worthy of greatness is something HE already knows, it's just something others refuse to see in him so through hard work he continues to attempt to prove it to them.

Always on the move, Wildclaw is constantly out on patrols, hunting, or generally annoying those more content with a slower paced life. Full of energy, Wildclaw is happy to do any task asked of him to the fullest extent, his endurance from kithood still present and accounted for now that he's reached warriorhood. He isn't easy to settle and gets agitated when he's forced to sit and listen. He is known to coax others into doing things with or for him despite their own personal desires or wants. When he is finally tired, Wildclaw all but collapses where he is to take a nap regardless of location.

Wildclaw's world view centers itself around his own self interest, his overall disinterest in empathy making him a bit cold or unapproachable to others. It's not that he doesn't love his family or friends; he truly does, however getting an affectionate rise out of him is seen less often when compared to almost anyone else. Wildclaw isn't all too interested in giving others attention but is all to happy to take as much as he can get, particularly from Monarchmask.

Though centered in self-interest, it is clear Wildclaw holds within him a courageous heart. He won’t balk under the prospect of adventure or danger and instead is willing to throw himself into new situations that others may feel uncomfortable in. His bravery can reflect him as an impulsive cat however his ego makes him believe he’ll know when to quit or back out when the time is right.

The unapproachable side to Wildclaw mixed with his drive to be the best of his large litter make him seem intense to most who expect a warrior post Minnowstar's rein to be content with the turn of Lichenclan affairs. As peace falls over the clan, Wildclaw is more drawn to reflecting on war than ever before, particularly how it felt to be victorious over Redwoodclan.

Wildkit was born within the brood of Cricketcall and Bristlefur resting alongside five other squirming bodies. He was neither first nor last, nestled somewhere in between the beginning and the end. Even still he seemed to wail among the loudest, his demands for warmth and milk hard to ignore in the nursery. Wildkit was among those eager to wiggle their way out of the nest as the functionality of his legs became apparent even before his blind eyes were of use to him. The introduction of sight and sound expanded his world as he squirmed against his siblings, eager to explore before he was conscious of such feelings. As he continued to grow he felt within him pride and power, the recognition of what his blood granted him an ever awakening understanding.

As children, Wildkit and his siblings were notorious for getting themselves into trouble. One of them would always have some kind of idea that would rile the others and Bristlefur was always quick to pit one against the other to see who would be the strongest. Wildkit quickly grew to have a fierce competitive drive against his sibling, Pricklekit. The two were pitted against each other often and that trend continued into their apprenticeship.

With the ever pressing war continuing to ramp up, Wildpaw and his siblings were vigorously trained in combat. While not everyone from his litter liked it, Wildpaw constantly looked forward to his training sessions with Leopardface. His mentor was cryptic and a tad odd but a strong and cunning fighter who passed on useful tips and tricks for what it took to win in war.

In the time it took Wildpaw to train, he always worked hard to impress Bristlefur with his ever increasing skills. The day his father disappeared was a tragic and angering experience for the tom. Not only had Wildpaw; now Wildclaw- lost the cat that mattered most to him, he had also lost his direct connection to the easy route towards a high rank future. His resentment for Minnowstar continued to grow into his warriorhood though he could do nothing about it with her increasing reclusiveness and imposing loyalists everywhere.

When the Lichenclan camp was attacked, Wildclaw was quick to jump into battle alongside his brother; Pricklepelt. Despite their differences, the two worked well together and brought down a Redwoodclan warrior by the name of Lakefire. Wildclaw dealt the killing blow just as there were calls to retreat.

Now that the war is over, Wildclaw feels more anxious than ever. He continues to throw himself into patrols frequently and has become possessive of his family and friends time.