Smokestripe - ShadowClan, Male

[tbugbrown]

Name
Smokestripe

Age
35 moons

Alliance
ShadowClan

Rank
Warrior

Gender
Tom

Description
A large, dark grey tabby tom with light green eyes. Thickly set, broad and muscular. Not even remotely quick, putting him at a great disadvantage when hunting, but has strength like no other.

Personality
Quiet, obedient, slow, emotional, blissfully ignorant. A kindred spirit, the gentle giant. Smokestripe doesn't challenge authority. He's head-down, mouth-shut. He's easily influenced. He goes to great lengths to please his superiors. He's soft, sensitive to his own criticism. Has no sense of self and would put the world his own needs. Incredibly passionate for others and is loyal to the teeth. Peaceful and passive until directed; will become a vicious machine. Slightly mouse-brained, he's not very bright. He does not question. He is content in his oblivious mind.

History
Born under the overcast of a dreary newleaf day, Smokestripe's arrival came without much fuss. The quiet kit in a liter of three, he was given his name for his dark coat amongst his two, ginger siblings. The smoke amongst the fire, silent smoldering, slipping away. He was a massive kit, looking colossal next to his dainty sisters. The clan looked for a promising warrior in him, but were slightly unsettled by his docile nature. He spent his earliest moons playing nicely in the nursery, never stirring up trouble, always doing as he was told.

He went into his apprenticeship with excitement. He was taken under the wing of senior warrior, Toadleap. He was trained bitterly tough, but lovingly so. Toadleap treated Smokestripe like his own son, harsh yet protective of the young tom. Smokestripe was a diligent young cat, dedicated to his work and very polite. Leafbare came. A bout of greencough spread throughout ShadowClan, and Toadleap fell very ill. Smokestripe lingered nervously over his mentor's bed in the medicine cat's den for days. He wasn't afraid of catching it, his focus was soullessly on seeing Toadleap recover. However, his watch did nothing to help the older warrior heal. The tom went quietly into the hands of StarClan after his fever rose to a fatal level. Smokestripe was devastated, and spent a good deal of time mourning. However, he was comforted by the concept of StarClan having taken his pain away, and brightened up shortly after the loss. His training continued under another warrior, and he received his name another moon later. He's since gone about his business as a ShadowClanner, with little excitement.

Other
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