WEBWEAVER

THISTLECLAN

one-eyed and scarred patchy gray tom with golden eyes

Willowly in build Webweaver was the slightest of all his litter. Not as stout at his parents with their long lineage of family born into Thistleclan. Nor is he as short at they themselves were, instead standing on long legs that put him above most other Thistleclan warriors. His mother having always told him he looked reminiscent of his great-uncle. He is packed with lean muscle though and is a fighter through and through, despite looking like a strong breeze might send him tumbling. Patchy fur of shades of grays with a throat of white fur that tapers down his chest until it is overcome by the gray once more. It is often unkempt and not groomed, the tom uncaring of his appearance. Which leaves it bunching up and appearing thicker than it is. But what truly catches ones eye about Webweaver is his face. Narrow and small it boasts only one golden eye that lends tribute to the color of a faded daffodil. The left of his face where an eye should be there is nothing but old scar tissue with patchy fur having grown in. His ears are seen as slightly large in comparison to his small face but such a fact is easily overlooked because ones attention is instead pulled to the fact that he is missing the tip of his right ear. For a younger warrior he bares the scars of old battles lost. And carries the grief of the consequences of loosing such battles.

He has always been a staunch believer in making ones own way, taking the path they carve out for themselves rather than following in the footsteps of other. A determination and independence that lends itself well to his ability to lead others. But that same determination and independence makes him stubborn to a fault at times and often blind to others suggestions and advice. Adaptive he rolls with the punches and gets back up when he's knocked down. When others struggle to catch on a quickly as he himself does he reacts with harsh words and cutting remarks. Lacking any patience for others. Never having been one for socializing with a dry sense of humor and lack of any sort of natural born kindness. 

Webweaver was born into a litter of three, among a sister named Dewkit and a brother named Spiderkit. His mother being an older warrior named Goldensilk and his father being a tom of well standing named Duskshade. The pair had been mates for a long time, since they were young and full of life. But kits had come to them very late in life, meaning the pair were perhaps more reserved around their kits than most new parents. But the 3 siblings had a tight inseparable bond. Webkit was well behaved, his father and mother stern and discouraging anything that they saw as to out of line. When he became an apprentice his parents entered the elders den, and Webpaw, Dewpaw, and Spiderpaw gained a little more freedom without their parents shadows. Webpaw was a studious apprentice, working hard and constantly trying to better himself but wasn't popular due to his lack of patience for others and mean nature. But where these traits hindered his social life they helped his apprenticeship, making the tom a vicious fighter. This fact is part of the reason that when his brother Spiderpaw decided to take the task of investigating the territory for foxes he insisted Webpaw had to come along. And of-course there sister insisted of tagging along as well. Webpaw not one to go on what he considered frivolous quests was goaded into coming by his brother saying he never did anything fun and that was why he had no friends. The 3 trekked to the far borders of Thistleclan territory into nightfall, stomping about without a care other than needling at each other. Until Dewpaw insisted she saw something, her brothers mocking her and saying she was afraid of the dark and imagining things. Determined to prove she had really seen something she stormed off and moments later the brothers were jolted after her, brought by her screams and vicious snarls. They came upon their sister being mauled by a fox. They were quick to throw themselves to her defense. But two apprentices were no match for a fox, Webweaver remembered vividly the animals slim maw closing around his head and shaking. Remembers Spiderpaw's war cry that had him being released to slump boneless on the ground, stunned and bleeding. Remembered struggling to his paws only to here a sharp cry from his brother and a harsh snap. Looking through one half way shut eye to see the fox holding his brothers limp form. Webweaver ran that night, the image of his sister bleeding into the earth and his brothers lifeless eyes chasing him. Taking refuge in a small den under some thick roots where he passed out. Not coming to until much later in the medicine cat den. He lost not only his eye that night and part of his left ear. But his two siblings as well. Dewpaws body was recovered in complete but Spiderpaw's body was found half eaten. His parents passed soon after, many of the clan saying grief drove them to early graves. When Webweaver gained his warrior name he only had himself to celebrate it with. It was long after the incident in the quiet of morning that Webweaver once admitted their sister was already dead by the time they could even attack the fox and spoke of regretting the fight, saying they should have just run in the first place.