DrAgonFly

Outsider

tabby tom with amber eyes

Dragonfly is a domestic short-haired tabby tom, not belonging to any particular breed. He has numerous healed scars across his battle-worn pelt. His fur are rivers many of browns and blacks, as if there were two sides of him fighting for dominance. He has a medium-length tail and rough black pads.

Dragonfly's most distinctive scar is a small "X" criss-crossed on his muzzle. Pink skin is visible beneath his amber eyes, evidence of dermatitis. Dragonfly's long whiskers droop downwards and fan out from his face. Both of his ears are torn and have small nicks in them. In spite of his many injuries, Dragonfly is modestly handsome for rogue standards.

The tabby is around ten pounds. He is lean and muscular, but not bulky. His claws are sharp, long, and refined like those of any ThistleClan cat. He carries himself with confident strides and turns his head like an owl, as if he were always looking for a predator that might attack him.

Traits: Arrogant, Bloodthirsty, Brave, Persistent

Dragonfly is a barbaric cat who lives only to fight strong opponents. Even when a fight isn't going his way or his life is in mortal danger, Dragonfly relishes the challenge. Despite his fervor for extreme violence, Dragonfly's fighting skills are mostly inferior to those of trained warriors. The young loner overestimates himself and has no peers to help nurture his talents. Dragonfly is only satisfied when he openly challenges his prey first so that they are on guard - anything less is for losers.

Dragonfly values the lives of cats insofar as they can provide him with sufficient entertainment. The tabby doesn't use moral arguments to justify his actions and acts on what makes him feel good. Dragonfly tries to solve every problem with combat or sex. He is loud, impulsive, stubborn, and hard to control. The hot blood of feral outsiders and ThistleClan warriors boils inside him. He has only ever shown reverence to his mother.

Dragonfly blames himself for not being able to protect his family when he was a kit. He truly did love and care for his siblings, but he has buried these feelings. Dragonfly's courage and determination are undeniable, but he has nothing to battle for  besides his own gratification.

Dragonfly was born in a litter of four to an ex-clan tabby she-cat. Deerpelt did not migrate to the Great Owl tree with the rest of ThistleClan in the aftermath of the leaf-fall storm that devastated their camp. She could not bear to leave her home to the likes of deviant rogues, and so she chose to stay behind during that brutal leafbare. Deerpelt copulated with a rogue in the vicious cold, but she took no mate. Her half-clan kits bore the blood of ancient, hostile cats.

Some rogues were very malicious towards Deerpelt and her kin.  Dragonfly watched as his mother was repeatedly swatted away for attempting to retrieve food for her young. Dragonfly would loudly threaten to murder the rogues who assaulted his mother, but when he yowled, it only made them strike her harder. This powerless feeling would forever stick with Dragonfly. He promised Deerpelt that one day he would become so strong that no cat could ever take their food again. Dragonfly's siblings  would later die due to untreated greencough.

Deerpelt loved her last son, but she was also wary of his furious anger and thirst for power. She and Dragonfly wisely fled the battle between Thievingstar's ThistleClan and Lily's rogues as soon as they heard the sounds of battle. They fled across the hills and cliffs until their pads bled. They did not belong with Lily's gang, but Deerpelt feared she would not be spared if ThistleClan was victorious. They did not belong anywhere.

Dragonfly killed a loner on his fifteenth moon after a foolish old black tom attempted to steal a thrush from his territory. Deerpelt was devastated when she heard that Dragonfly had murdered the senior outsider instead of simply warding him away. She had been so preoccupied with survival that she had neglected to teach her son of the value of the warrior code and StarClan. Dragonfly did not understand Deerpelt's anguish, as he saw the killing of the tom as a more permanent solution, and he wanted to test his claws.

Dragonfly was old enough to care for himself. Deerpelt bid her son farewell on his twentieth moon, after the war of the clan cats and rogues had settled. Their viewpoints no longer aligned. Both cats had different plans for the future. Deerpelt wanted to join the Tunnel Cats deep beneath the island, swear the oath, live in peace, and heal. Dragonfly would not have peace. He desired to reclaim his birthright by joining ThistleClan so that he might attain the strength he'd promised himself.

"Rule your rage, lest your rage rule you!" she warned. "Can you not see the folly of your ambition? They will kill you for what you are, my son. You would rob me of my last light?"

"Let them try," he replied. "They will have me, or they will have my fangs. I fear no cat!"