Fading - DeathClan Leader [OLD]

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Name: Fading

Age: 38 moons

Gender: Tom

Rank: Leader

Clan: DeathClan

Description: Fading is more on the large side, and his ears are small for his body. He also has a stub of a tail, because it was cut off by a monster’s paw. His face is broad and flat. He has vibrant blue eyes with as many shades as you could imagine. Dark, thin, slits go down the center of his endless pools of blue, almost as though someone took a claw to it. The insides of his ears are an almost bright pink and they contrast with his sleek, dark, black fur.

Personality: Fading is a cold, calculating cat with no respect for anyone but himself. He enjoys torturing the life out of his prey. If Fading is asked a stupid question, or someone answers a rhetorical question of his own, he is prone to attack.

History: (No one knows anything about Fading, and that’s the way he likes it.) Fading was born and raised a loner with his mother. He never knew his father. One day, as Fading and his mother, Darkenedheart, were searching for shelter and prey for the night, a cat that greatly resembled Fading approached. After discovering that this cat, Black, was Fading’s father. Black attacked and killed Darkenedheart, then jumped off a nearby gorge, right in front of Fading’s eyes. It traumatized Fading, and hardened him into the cold shell he is today.

Roleplay Example:
Fading stretched and leaned back onto his hind paws, his mouth in a gaping yawn. He left his den and scanned the surrounding clearing. A thin mist dulled the bright colors of Greenleaf, so everything was pastel.
Fading’s stomach grumbled and the black cat made a face. He raced out into the surrounding undergrowth, mouth open to catch any scent in the early morning. Almost as soon as he entered the thick foliage, the strong scent of vole wafted into his mouth. His mouth watered slightly, hungry. He scanned for a moment, pinpointing the exact location of the vole. He found it scuffling along in the roots of a nearby tree, probably having just exited its den.
Fading flattened himself to the ground and stepped lightly over the soft ground. All noise seemed to fade away as he focused on his target. The groggy vole was still scuffling amongst the dead leaves and twigs when Fading was upon him. The large tom pinned the vole to the ground with a strong paw. The vole squealed, desperately trying to get away. Fading snickered evilly as more squeals emanated from the frightened vole as his claws scored the poor creature’s stomach. The torture continued like this, until, finally, the vole died. By this point, though, he wanted another vole.

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