[.Badgerclaw.]

[.Jester.]

Name: Badgerclaw
Clan: ThunderClan
Age: 28 moons
Gender: Tom
Desired Position: Deputy
Short Description: Blue-eyed tortoise shell tom.
Appearance:

A handsome tom stand before you, façade expressionless and bright cyan pools wise with wisdom, at first glance he seems to be just a muddy brown tortoise shell standing to full attention yet somehow at ease among the others. Why was it your gaze was drawn to him? Mayhap as you look closer the details with erupt and answers will unfurl. And so you do, look closer, examine the grooves, the texture, the aura, you begin to realise, understand, feel his detail and the feelings radiating off him. You notice a sense of dignity and respect surrounding him, even though average is he in general, he stares coolly back, awaiting you to finish your inspection, awaiting an answer, as he sits those breezy muscles ripple beneath that sleek pelt, his lithe figure elegant in contrast to others.
Watching his short furred mottled and patched coat you notice the way the beige and mahogany colours swirl together in patches, muddy hues brandishing in their as well, a light creamy nose tweaks as chrome white whiskers twitter, large dark ears twitch back and forward frequently listening content to others chatter. Short abundant tail slithers atop the hard packed terrain, like a snack it flickers back and forth, darker like his ears. You notice still how to others he seems taller, not average in height but sleeker, his body stretched yet in proportion, subtly handsome yet not so. You feel entranced as his expression falls into a smirk, he’s noticed.

Personality:

Now, were to start.
Even from the start Badgerclaw was known as a smart young cat, for in all retrospect he is a wise and intellectual feline. Specklepelt his mother taught him everything she knew gaining him knowledge, Ravenstorm brandishing him the responsibilities of a talented warrior, the standards set by his father he could not exactly meet, his sister on the other hand more than capable. Like his mother Badgerclaw stands brain over brawn. His battle skills, yes, are formidable but theirs always someone somewhere betters than you at something, and his something just so happens to be battling. He’s set at average among the fields of countless warriors in fight, just be careful not to make our young feline angry any time soon.
Of course don’t get me wrong even though our tom here has a long fuse when it ends “hell hath no fury like that of Badgerclaw”, just be reminded to stay well without a five metre diameter when claws are unsheathed and hackles raised. His anger is controlled and witticism untold, annoy him more than necessary and by Joe scuttle far far away. If a problem arose it would be no doubt Badgerclaw one would scuttle to, his expressionless visage and quiet exterior brandishing him somewhat mysterious. Bending the rules ever so slightly when needed to surrounding apprentices and kits, a soft spot are those rumbling bundles of pelt. Dignity and an air of respect surrounds our cat, frame erect and cranium held high, ominous in the most extreme, his footfalls all but silent stealth possibly unmatched, if only his muscles were as mighty as his speed.

History:

Her name was Specklepelt she was a tantalising sleek and nurturing tabby of beautiful mottled browns and greys. Such an odd contrast it set her from other she-cats, bright cyan pools and a bird song voice, no wonder Ravenstorm fell for her. Now the tom was large muscular and coal black, his eyes a deep mahogany, a gentle giant in reality with a toughened exterior, his love for Specklepelt more then made up for his lack of brains. He truly was brawn over brain. She however favoured brains over brawn but loved Ravenstorm all the same; within moons she fell pregnant with what the medicine cat explained to be a litter of five. Of course somewhere along the line starclan felt the need to punish the two young felines in love and granted them only two to live.
And so Specklepelt gave birth to one boy and one girl, her first litter and three perished, for moons both parents were racked with grief. Their minds souly cast out, too grieved to think up names for their remaining kits, Specklepelt grew sick from paranoia and lack of food, her kits in turn fell ill, they all but died she and her little girl. The boy though pitifully thin caught naught but a mild fever, pride carried Ravenstorm through his sadness to see his strong son grow stronger. Moons passed and both mother and child became fit again, the kits were dubbed little tom and little kit by the clan if only as a nickname.
On their first outing, this family as one, two kits barely five moons old and parents still not quite pulled together found a foreboding enemy within the bracken. A badger stumbled upon their scent and finding young felines far two a tantalising a meal to pass by attacked the weakened parents who fought bravely without fear to protect their remaining kits. In an attempt to flee and shield his sister little tom was swiped ravenously on his right side by that of the badger’s paw, scythe like claws ripping into his feeble frame, and yet he survived for as other clan cats raced towards the scene the badger fled, leaving despair behind. Specklepelt was covered in scraps and crimson, and to the day cannot battle still, Ravenstorm albeit injured tremendously being a large cat survived.
They named little tom Badgerkit due to his bravery and dice with death.
On little kit’s fleeting paws they named her Cheetahkit.
Through his young life Badgerkit became exceedingly smart, his sibling ever faster, soon named Badgerpaw and Cheetahpaw the siblings grew closer, until the day they became warriors, and gained their Dubbance as true fighters. Badgerclaw and Cheetahfoot, forever loyal forever remembering, Badgerclaw and Specklepelt’s scar’s a continuous remembrance.

IC:

Sleek muscles rippled like coiled ropes beneath that mottled muddy mahogany pelt, beiges merged with other hues, patches mixed here and there, a true befuddlement of a coat. His padders hit the grassy terrain silently, like a shadow he ruptured the undergrowth, brackens tearing at his frame, his mind souly on his destination, the rippling river filled with aquatic animals to feast on, of course always clan before yourself but just the sensation of catching the darting gilled creature could fill any feline with a sense of joy wonderment and pride. Of course he being of the Riverclan was not alone on this hunting expedition, three other clan cats had accompanied him one being an apprentice who dearly wished to experience more toils of hunting, ah the joys of apprenticeship hood.
The waning canopy above cast rays of sunlight down on the fleeting felines elegant bodies, those of the river were well muscled and lithe, that was needed within the ever-changing currents of the crystalline world, harmonious and serene was the underwater world. Jaws agape the scents of rushing water and the sounds that accompanied it swathed his senses, the river was approaching and so he and the others with him began to slow and halt their passage. Carrying forwards at a jog like gait they stood upon the bank, rushing waters passing with speed, it was dangerous for those inexperienced to attempt the fight against the aqua, those of the Riverclan clearly able however.
A quick mew to the others and Badgerclaw dived within, his pelt abash with the torrents of swirling water. A sensation one missed.

[[White n' Nerdeh]]

Current Status - Accepted
Notes - A few grammatical/spelling/typos, but it was still a really great bio. Kudos! ^^

[.Jester.]

Heh -shifty eyes- Danke. -Bow-