Torchscar

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Name Torchscar

Age 45 moons

Clan Vortexclan

Rank Warrior

Gender Male

Personality
Torchscar is an intelligent and worried tom. Because he is quite large, many cats from other clans have spread rumors about him. The two scars on his belly which tend to scare most cats when exposed. When it comes to fighting, he never backs down and refuses to be taunted and made fun of in battle. He is usually one of the first cats to charge into the battle of yowling cats. He always fights for and what his friends believe in, even willing to put his life on the line for his clan leader. Though he can seem quite tough, he also has a calm and gentle side to him, which attracts many female cats. He is quite the casanova in trying to attract females, in which he has two mates. Because of the many females, he loves to show off to other male cats causing fights throughout the clan. As a warrior of Vortexclan, Torchscar never broke the warrior code. He still vows never to do so, unless it is life threatening and will always protect the elders and kits at the cost of his life. His big body calls for lots of fresh-kill.

Appearance
Torchscar is a charmingly handsome, still youthful looking, dark gray tom-cat with bright yellow eyes. He a large tom, with large huge paws. His pelt is thick and soft to the touch, and it appears to be just a mere soft gray color, when the sun shines on him. He is an American shorthair cat. His ears have little small tuffs of hair at the tips and a pinkish nose! His claws are exremely sharp, like talons and can grip onto almost any area like hooks. His teeth are purely white. Though his tail isn't that long, it is very thick, and you'd have to bite extra hard to actually try to injure it. He tries to keep his fur nice and tidy, but with all these dark times ahead, it's been hard to stop and clean his own fur. He has two large scars on his belly that he received from a rogue cat. They are still there, which is why his clan leader named him Torchscar for his warrior name.

History
Torchscar has always been from Vortexclan. Torchscar's history consists of parents and a sibling who all died of greencough. His parents were known as, Redwing and Sorrowtail. Once Sorrowtail had Torchscar, she immediately found out that she was dying of Greencough, in which she could no longer raise him. Torchscar's younger sibling, Minnowkit just died when she was born. Fearing that Torchscar would die, Sorrowtail and Redwing brought him to the border of Vortexclan and left him there, hoping that a queen from the other clan would take of him, but no Vortexclan cat came to his rescue. The reason why no one took Torchscar, was due to that no one wanted a kit from a sick queen. Everyone knew that Torchscar's mother was very ill. Torchscar does not care about his past anymore and only stays loyal to his beloved Vortexclan. His father, Redwing and mother, Sorrowtail both were killed from the Greencough epidemic later on.

Roleplay Example
Snapping the mouse's neck in half, Torchscar had successfully caught a lovely supper. The air still smelled of the disgusting, revolting smell of a dog. The smell was so much, he could barely take it. Though he continued to finish the mouse in silence gulping it down in two bites, his tail twitched. Something from the smell was making him fear the dogs. He flexed his claws and was ready for any attack to come at him.

Torchscar glanced at the two other Vortexclan cats a little ways away from him. He noticed that the black and white she-cat a little ways near him had tumbled down off a rock. Stupid he mumbled in his thoughts in his head. Probably fainting from the bad dog smell, but it really isn't that bad he thought. Truthfully, the smell was really getting to Torchscar too, but he always tried to stay tough. The sun was almost setting and he knew that it was almost time to head back to his safe shelter where he could rest. The fear of the dogs made his heart rate go up. If a dog attacked him, if he was alone would he truly be able to defend himself? he wondered. I think I'll stay near the two she-cats just to be on the safe side. Torchscar pressed his paw to his heart, remembering an encounter with a dog he had a very long time ago when he was an apprentice. The dog had a horrible scent that time too and almost had killed him, if a two-leg hadn't come to round of the horrible nasty old dog. The sun was setting lower and lower and Torchscar closed his eyes, being ready for any moment.

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