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Name: I'm Claw. My name used to be Crowchaser, but now I've earned my name due to my claws.
Age: 3 years
Gender: Tomcat
Rank: Sicroyate, Leader
Short Description: A muscular black tomcat who is a sly killer.
Description: My bones show. It isn't that I'm skinny, it's that I don't eat a lot. Which is basically the same, but who cares? I'm a very rare cat--no white appears on my jet-black fur. It's slick, though caked with mud--I don't clean it often. My eyes are a plain blue. There's nothing special about them. My claws and fangs are long. My body is littered with scratches. There's a scar across my lefy eye. I have the body to kill, the shape and muscles to murder. My meow is loud and deep. My frown is piercing, my smile hardly ever occurs.
Yep, yep, just spit it out. Don't you like to kill? Killing, murdering, slaughtering, betraying--fella cats, it's all about that and nothing else. I'm cruel, mean, fierce, and I never change my mind. I'm a hard block of ice, and I know what's right and what's wrong. Now that I've entered Twilight Town, though, I prefer to stay hellish. I do what's wrong. And I think quick--no hours are gonna pass by while I decide something, you know.
History: I was born in the most foolish town ever. Little cats called stupid things like Fluffy or Kitty or Tuna. Pah! I was tough, no doubt about it, and when Fishy and Jaz gave me my name...well, I insisted upon it. They wanted to call me Crowy--I told them Crowchaser. Of course Fishy and Jaz hated it, but with a mean, lean kit like me, there were no questions to be asked. I was going to be called Crowchaser, no matter what they said. So Fishy and Jaz dubbed me that stupid name which I thought of just to get out of being called Crowy--ick!--and I was then Crowchaser. Really, I didn't like that name any better. In turn, I found a way to escape from that town. I ran around, slinking up and down the streets, not talking to any cat no matter what the circumstances. Fishy and Jaz, however, couldn't care less about my departure. I hadn't been particularly nice to them, you see.
I stayed on the road for quite a few months. The streets were rough, there was hardly any good pavement, and those annoying dogs kept coming at me. The most hideous dangers of all, of course, were my brother Pumpkin and my sister Shelly. They were angry at me for deserting my hometown, and they were searching for me. Always on the lookout, I had to run from any cat that I could see. Whether it be a ticked tabby or a sorrel abyssinian, I would flee. Not out of fear, out of pride. I wouldn't let those damn fools tear my fur apart, anyways. However, they found me soon enough. Tracking me down, Pumpkin and Shelly pounced on me one day and clawed my eye--the scar on my face explains it all. I fought them back, and the roads exploded into war. It was I, Crowchaser, versus them, Pumpkin and Shelly. I clamped down on Shelly's tail hard. She was lithe and strong, but still, she howled herself back to that wimpy ol' town. Pumpkin didn't follow her. He cared for Shelly as much as Fishy and Jaz had for me. He attacked me, and, in defense of myself, I killed him. That was my first taste of blood.
It tasted salty and sweet and it was the first nice thing I knew. When I first set a paw in Twilight Town, I know it was my kind of place. It was a place for losers, cats like me who loved gore and bones and guta and blood. I was ready to face it, ready to face the world, ready to kill. And so I did--the Sicroyate gang wasn't too hard to find. I coaxed the leader into letting me join. He welcome me in as Claw (for my large claws), sure, but the next thing he knew, I would make my move. Innocently chatting with the second in command was my first pawstep to ambition and power. As soon as I slashed open his throat, I blamed a dog for it. The leader of Sicroyate accepted me as his new deputy. Easily, I told him i had something important to say. Cautiously moving around to his side, I swatted at his back and WHAM! he thumped to the ground. I quickly finished him off and was cheered on as the new gang leader. No cat, strangely, has insulted me since that I can remember.
Human Description: If I were a human, I'd be a tough man. My hair would be a staticy, spikey black--my eyes would be blue and knowing. My skin would be that halfway colour--the Mexican, Porta Rican type that was a darker shade of light skin--or was it a lighter shade of dark skin? Anyways, I'd be tall and my shirt would be plain black, my baggy jeans the same as well.
Moment: The most special moment of my life was the time I killed Pumpkin. When I tasted blood for the first time. He was coming at me, his claws unsheathed, determined not to run away squealing like...like she had. Shelly and Pumpkin were both cowards, but at least Shelly had the brains to get awawy from me before it was too late. He soared through the air, and time seemed to slow down as cat met cat in a never-ending fight for survival. I bit him, I scratched him, and he did the same back to me. I was hurt, but who cared? Attacking my brother was fun! I got very close to him, and then--it was the moment of triumph, of glory, of food and blood. Pumpkin was dead, I had killed him, and now blood was everywhere on the streets.
Family: Oh, yes. Me family, eh? Well, I've got Fishy, my father back in my old town, and Jaz, my mother, who lives with him. Shelly is my runaway sister who I think was murdered by a dog on the way back to my old town, and Pumpkin's my dead bro, who I killed. I don't have any kits, 'cause if I did, I would've been told.
Quote: And so, everybody's going to war
But we don't know what we're fighting for
Don't tell me it's a worthy cause
No cause could be so worthy
Rank: Leader
Gang: Sicroyate
RP Sample: "Oh." That was the only thing that came out of Shadok's mouth. He eyed the wolf with a type of mixed respect, interest, and jealousy--wolves were ranked above coyotes, not the other way around as it should be. Besides, this wolf looked a lot like a coyote--how was he not Shadok's equal? Shadok shrugged the thought away and instead whipped around to face Taimi's cub. The one that had spoken. Turning to the wolf, he gave him a fierce glare that merely said, 'It's good you're on our side, but no matter what you say, you are my equal'. Of course, the wolf might've not interpreted it that way, but Shadok felt that it was true. Giving an angry stare to the pup, ready to silence him, Shadok noted that the male cub who had spoken couldn't exactly see, so instead the adult coyote gave a low growl, a half-friendly low growl, but an intimidating one nonetheless.
Prove it: I told ye already, I killed my predecessor. He was a stupid cat, a bum with no free will. I snuck up on him one day and asked to tell him something important. While I was talking, I moved to face him from a different angle, and, with a couple flicks of my claw, I pushed him down hard to the earth. Then, I immediately leapt on him, gave him a swift bite to the neck, and I was on my way to victory already.
Territory: Westside
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