Wolfpath

[warblersong]

Name: Wolfpath, formerly Wolf

Gender: Tom

Age: 23 moons

Clan: Riverclan, Formerly a loner

Rank: Warrior

Appearance:


Wolfpath's fur is mostly medium length, but a bit on the long side. Most of it is white while his back and tail is grey. His eyes are a dull amber shade. He has a few battle scars, but not many.

Personality:

• Loyalty
  Wolfpath has always been a loyal Riverclan cat since joining the clan. He wants the clan to respect him and see that he is good for the clan. As far as he's concerned there's no better place than Riverclan. They eat well as long as there are fish in the river and the water and gorge keep the other clans away. Who could want anything better? But Wolfpath's loyalty doesn't just end with the territory, it extends over his clanmates as well. Wolfpath would gladly charge into battle at his leader's command and give his life to protect the elders and kits in his clan. He only hopes he will be remembered until the end of Riverclan when he does.
  
  
• Pride
  Wolfpath has always been a prideful tom, even while he was young. From what little he remembers of his father he knew him to be strong and proud and, though he hardly knows him, he wants to be the kind of cat who has others look up to him. When he first joined the clan he imagined a time when he may be the leader, looking out over the clan. On the night he became a warrior he even stood on pebblerock durring his vigil and felt his paws tingle at what it would be like adressing the clan for himself.
  
  
• Determination
  Wolfpath has always wanted to be deputy. Ever since he was young and watched the leader speakfrom Pebblerock he wanted to do it for himself. Even better, he would sometimes imagine himself on the Great Rock telling other clans about all the wonderful things happening in Riverclan. He made sure to always the first to volunteer and the last to leave when work needed to be done. Only by hard work would he become deputy. His mentor had told him that as a kit and he would follow it to his end. Now an older cat he doesn't think about being clan leader anymore, but he still has the same hardened determination

History:
Born of two loners, Dragon and Fawn, Wolf learned to live mostly alone. The young kit was taught to hunt and made his first kill before clan cats were even allowed to be apprentices. After he made his first kill Dragon left, never to return. It was not until he was older that he learned how to fish and how much he enjoyed it.

When he was a little more than six moons old Fawn left him as well to fend for himself. He settled in a little barn not far from the edge of Riverclan territory. There he hunted mice and fished where the river flowed near the edge. He avoided the twolegs that lived there, as he parents had taught him how dangerous they were before they left. So, his only companion was a small dog that usually lived in the twoleg den and came out to play durring the day. Still being more kit than cat Wolf would play. Over time he picked up the dog's language and could talk to him.

But life with just one dog wasn't enough for Wolf. He wanted companionship with other cats like him. He wanted to feel like he was a part of something and loved for it. And, one day, he wanted kits of his own. Kits he wouldn't abandon like his parents had. And so he left the farm searching for such a life. He followed the river; it seemed as good a direction to follow as any.

After a few days he reached Riverclan territory without even realizing. He was confronted at the border, but he was so happy to see other cats that he didn't run. He was astounded at them, the way they moved, so proud, so confident. He wanted these cats to like him. They told him to leave. He asked if he could stay with them. They told him no. His tail down he walked away, but he could never get the wild cats out of his mind.

He did not go back to his farm, just roamed around the area just outside of Riverclan. He still wanted to be a part of the wild cats. It was less than a moon later that he was able to meet with them again. A dog had broken loose from its twolegs and chased after a small patrol. Wolf ran up beside the dog and told it to leave or he would tell the twolegs to take away his toys. The dog left the patrol alone. The patrol he had saved allowed him to see the camp when he asked.

After meeting the clan he was, rather relunctantly, accepted as a part of Riverclan, but he had to go through warrior training. So his name was changed to Wolfpaw and he was given a mentor. Most of the things he was taught he already knew from living on his own so his training was brief and mostly consisted of custums and the philosiphy of clan life.

Now a warrior Wolfpath lives with his clanmates and awaits the day he can become a mentor as well. He is happy he is no longer alone and his only wish now is to find love and a family.

Note: I posted in the pawprint store about him speaking to dogs. I'm not sure if it went through . . .

[Shadow]