Post by Thunderstruck on Jul 10, 2014 5:53:27 GMT
Boltfang I've been sittin here, tryin to find myself. general info
APPEARANCE
Black with white spots and a grey underbelly and a minor scar along his right flank. Always carries an air of depression around him even though he doesn't seem to be upset. Always seems to stare off into space, even if he is in battle. Nowadays his pelt is more ragged and torn, Scars up and down him. He's a fierce warrior and not one to be taken lightly. His eyes give a whether look to them, Quietly wishing for more to be noticed about him, aside form his dark appearance. Those looking at him might think he's given up. personality
Broken and sarcastic, Mistrusting and miserable. These are words that can best describe Boltfang. The year's haven't been kind to his personality, or his mind. Both of which you tend to wonder if they really exist. Boltfang's drawn in composure and sporadic angry outbursts are a product of a split personality he's formed when his son died. Now From time she can be ok, you can converse with him, but you're going to get answers in rhymes and riddles. Most of which seem to have no reason for being their in the first place, only his close friends can even make out the basics of what he udders. The other side of his personality is dark and quiet, like another cat has taken his place, one that's only instinct is to survive, and do so by any means necessary. It's a sad life. But someone has to live it.
HISTORY Woah boy, never thought this would happen, but it's time to recap on Boltfang's life. Starting out as a helpless kit, running from his dead mother. A young kit quickly grew into a promising apprentice under the tutelage of His soon to be mate, Starlingfur. The future was looking bright, but little did he know, the day he was named a warrior, his life would change forever. Boltfang had found love, his first love. In some cases his only. Boltfang and Starlingfur soon blossomed into a promising couple, when kits were on the way, Boltfang was excited and nervous. Under the, natural, worry of a father to be. His fears were justified when Stormkit had passed away at birth. The death drove a rift between Boltfang and Starlingfur that looked as if it would never recover. But time, as it does with all wounds began to heal the broken family. As the second coming of kits was promised to the couple, Boltfang was overjoyed at the news. But, trouble lay ahead from which he would never recover. When his daughter Dapplefall, as an apprentice was attacked and left for dead. Boltfang gave into his dark side and hunted the attackers down only to break the warrior code and murder the cats out of revenge. Exile and love were the outcomes of this incident. Leading Boltfang to make a major change in his life, returning to Duskclan with his new Mate Fernheart, before the massive earthquake ripped through the clans, sending them onto a journey from which there lives would change forever. Everything turned out well, as Boltfang had adjusted to his new life in the clans, but something was amiss. Following his heart, he founded Stormclan and survived the harsh leaf-bare with all his warriors and kits following under him, But not all was well. Boltfang had finally reached his breaking point when Fernheart passed away, and then When Eaglestrike was left dead in his camp. He finally snapped. After the war began, Boltfang was trying to hold his clan together, And for the most part it lasted until the dark forest finally stomped down the last chance Stormclan had of surviving. Boltfang was beaten and left to die in his leaders den, No one came for him. No one bothered. Boltfang was left alone, and broken. But something in his heart ignited that day. He forced himself to get a grip on the reality that he was alone. And now. he had to survive. THREAD TRACKER | ooc info ☆ NAME☆ Bolt ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS☆ n/a if none |