Furcadia Login Name: Sc0ut Desired Clan: Rogue Desired Animal: Cat Desired Character Age: 50 moons (4 years 2 months) Character's Name: Scout Gender: Male Reference Photo:
Physical Description: Scout is a well-built tom in spite of his age and rogue status; robust muscles stand out beneath his grey-cream pelt, which was once a lustrous shade of white but has since faded with age. The markings scoring his legs, tail, and face were a mix of tawny, grey, and black, with the darker tones being more pronounced the closer they got to his paws. His chin is a darker grey-brown shade, contrasting sharply against the pale grey of his muzzle. His most striking feature is his pale blue-grey eyes, set within a face adorned by various scars that reflected a lifetime of battles and hardships. Beyond their captivating hue, Scout's eyes held an unrelenting, chilling aura behind them. Most impacted by Scout's presence were left feeling uneasy, oftentimes unable to erase the vision of his menacing gaze from their minds. In addition to the numerous scars covering his body, the tom also bore a notched ear, yet another symbol of his trauma and his commitment to a life of savagery. Scout is large in comparison to most cats. His size, paired with his ability to commit acts of cruelty, renders him a formidable opponent and a force to be reckoned with.
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Summarized Description: Large off-white lynx point tabby tom with blue eyes
History: In a dark alley deep within the twoleg place, Briar gave birth to a litter of kittens - three toms. This pregnancy was accidental, and the father was unknown to even her. The queen had no desire to raise kits, and felt indifferent toward her own, bordering on resentful. Briar felt such a disconnect when it came to her kits that she hadn't even bothered naming them; all of her vocal interactions consisted of "hey!" or "stop doing that!" She took care of them for a while, but it became evident that the loner was not cut out to be a mother, valuing her solitude more than her own offspring. Growing increasingly frustrated with her new-found responsibilities, the she-cat made the decision to abandon her litter as soon as they had been weaned off. Briar left the kits in the twoleg place to fend for themselves and at barely two moons old, the trio of kittens watched their mother walk out of their lives, and never saw her again.
Scared, cold and alone, the kittens struggled desperately to survive, with one of them dying in front of the others from an interaction with a monster mere days after being abandoned. By chance, a street cat encountered the remaining pair, who had been living off of twoleg trash and rain water. Upon discovering the tiny, malnourished kits, the rogue known as Bandit decided he would take them under his wing. The tom resided in an abandoned monster den with a few other strays. To say that this was no place to raise a kit would be an understatement. The felines that resided within the abode of the monster were uncaring and ruthless, with the majority of them hailing from a violent and cruel upbringing. The reasoning behind Bandit's custody of the kits was unknown to most, but the consensus was that the power-hungry tom wanting more cats to do his bidding. His finely tuned manipulation tactics and the threat of harm would be used to raise the kits to be his powerful, savage underlings. Bandit symbolized his ownership of the kits by marking them with matching notched ears, and finally giving them names: Scout and Hunter.
The majority of the kits' youth had been spent undergoing ruthless training and unspeakable abuse. Bandit was determined to mould these cats into vicious savages, driven by the fervour to please him and carry out his orders. The young cats had witnessed Bandit end many a cat's life, often painfully dragging it out, taking pleasure in watching others suffer. While the rogue shaped them into feral beasts, he always made one thing very clear: he was the boss, and the siblings knew that. Season after season of mental warfare, the pair had grown to fear Bandit, after all, they had seen first hand what the tom was capable of. With no other parental figure in their life, they looked at Bandit as a father figure, and often pined for his approval, which inevitably had the brothers quite literally at each other's throats.
With the addition of Scout and Hunter, the power dynamic within their domain had changed, with Bandit ruling with an iron claw over the other cats residing within the monster den. Those within the group feared the trio, but knew leaving would put them in a worse spot, as Bandit ordered the extermination of any outsiders that tried to enter his territory, which was the majority of the twoleg place. Most cats chose to stay under his "protection" and adhere to his rules, as they had nowhere else to go and hunting outside the group was no longer an option, should they value their lives. Those that did try to leave, however, were met with the accusation of being unfaithful to Bandit, and were forced to face the wrath of Scout and Hunter, which almost always ended in their demise.
The brothers were around two years old when Scout took Hunter's life. Bandit had pitted the siblings against each other countless times before, but this time was different. Hunter had caught Bandit's eye as of late, carrying out his wishes with cunning efficiency, and it made Scout envious of his brother. Once again plagued by that feeling of being left behind, Scout grew to resent Hunter, with that resentment growing into a fierce, burning hatred. One stormy Leaf-fall night, with Bandit egging them on, the pair duelled each other with unrelenting furiously. Blinded by rage, jealousy, and his need to prove himself, Scout managed to land the killing blow. Finding an opening, the tom latched on to Hunter's throat, and jerked his head back with impressive force, spraying the ground with his brother's blood. Hunter stumbled back, eyes brimming with shock as blood poured from his fatal wound. He tried to say something, but a sickening gurgle drowned out his words. Hunter collapsed, and Scout looked on silently as he squirmed, the puddle of blood growing beneath him. Moving to loom over his dying brother, Scout watched, expressionless, as his movements gradually ceased and he emitted his final breath. Eyes now blazing with contempt, Scout spat, "you're no brother of mine." Bandit, who had wordlessly witnessed the whole ordeal, now approached Scout with his eyes narrowed and muttered, "this world has no use for weaklings like him."
By the time Scout had turned three, he had claimed countless lives, often at the request of Bandit, but sometimes of his own volition. The tom had been honed into a bloodthirsty warrior. Business carried on as usual, Bandit ordered him around and Scout obeyed, however, it was apparent that Bandit was getting up there in years. Grey hairs now appeared on his muzzle, and the rogue had become weaker, but his spirit never dwindled. Scout had finally become stronger than Bandit, and found that the tom could no longer carry out cruel acts on his own. While Bandit had typically relied on the brothers to do most of his bidding, he had still participated in operations of his own, but now the old tom had to depend on Scout for everything. It only went on like this for a few moons before Scout decided he would take matters into his own paws. The tom killed Bandit in cold blood, delivering a death similar to his brother's, which had since become his signature move. Bandit didn't struggle, it was as if he knew this was coming. The frustrated Scout wanted more of a reaction from the old tom, becoming frantic as he bled out quietly, yowling at him to do something, say something, anything. Even as he died, Bandit wouldn't give Scout the satisfaction of his praise. Scout shook his limp body viciously, but Bandit had already passed. Suddenly dismayed, Scout fled the twoleg place, unable to deal with these unfamiliar, overwhelming emotions. He kept running until his paws burned, mind whirling with what just happened and the events that had occurred over his lifetime. Yowling toward the sky, Scout crumbled, suddenly feeling the weight of his actions all at once.
After what could only be described as a mental breakdown, Scout wandered aimlessly for a few moons, choosing not to stay in one place for too long. The tom felt numb, emotionless, empty. He went on like this for a while, moving through life on autopilot, surviving, but not living. Eventually, Scout's resolve was restored, with his former cruel nature increasing tenfold. The ghosts of Hunter and Bandit haunted him, accompanied by the countless others he had slaughtered. The magnitude of his trauma became his driving force as he continued on with his life.
Scout now wanders the clan cats' territory, opting for a life of solitude and making trouble for any cats that crossed his path. Never truly feeling satisfied, the tom longed for something more, the nature of that something was a mystery to him, but he was determined to discover what it was, and no cat would stand in his way.
Personality: Scout is a ferocious cat by nature, honed by a life plagued with hardships and savagery. Despite being a brutish creature, he also has a flair for the dramatic and oozes charisma. His cunning demeanour allows him to fabricate lies with ease to make things go his way. If his lies fell short, brute force was always on the table.
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Sample Roleplay Post(s): Swiftstar looked on, surprised to see that Bramblethorn had tumbled from her fishing spot into the shallows. She watched the she-cat reposition herself, and her heart quickened as the MoorClan warrior's paw was thrust into the water, but relaxed as the she-cat reeled in a large salmon. With another purr and nod of approval, Swiftstar trotted up to Bramblethorn and greeted her on the shore, pelt fluffed out with jubilation. "A salmon!" She exclaimed, examining the weighty fish. "Wow, nice work, Bramblethorn! That's a great catch!" She mewed, eyes brimming with excitement as she met the tortoiseshell's yellow gaze. If only every fishing session could be this successful! Swiftstar waited a few heartbeats for the fish to return, carefully examining the fresh-kill with her tail raised to display her happiness. Now that the other cats had displayed their skills, Swiftstar knew it was her turn. The leader approached the water's edge with her paw steps falling so lightly that they emitted no sound, as if her white paws were made of clouds. She slipped into the cold water gingerly and perched herself upon a stone a few tail lengths from the shore that sat just below the surface, making it seem like the she-cat were walking on water. Swiftstar got into position, muscles rippling beneath her thick grey pelt as she braced herself. The she-cat's green eyes glittered as she concentrated on the water that ebbed and flowed an inch from her muzzle, a feeling of serenity washing over her. The StormClan cat felt at home near the river, it provided her with a sense of security and tranquility that nothing else ever had. The golden light of sun high seemed to put a spotlight on the she-cat, and her visage was that of a true hunter. Swiftstar was so still she could be a statue, the only movement being the rhythmic rise and fall of her flanks as she breathed slowly. With one fluid movement, she thrust her paw into the water, claws outstretched, and dragged out an impressively large carp. The creature thrashed wildly as it tried to escape her grasp, but Swiftstar was quick to end its life by delivering a deadly bite to its throat. The leader's jaws stayed firmly clamped around the carp as it's movements gradually slowed to a stop. Murmuring a thank you to StarClan, Swiftstar adjusted her grip to make carrying her catch easier, and headed back to shore. Blood streamed from around her catch and invaded her senses, making her mouth water. Tossing her fish onto the grass with a grunt of effort, she stepped back to take in the group's catches of the day. Purring contentedly, she met the eyes of each cat, her gaze glittering with pride. "Excellent job!"
Do you have any other characters in the dream? If so, who?: Swiftstar, Sootkit, Snakefang, Foxpaw