Galeclaw of CreekClan

[Calamity]

Name:

Galekit > Galepaw > ((Galeclaw))

Age:

Twenty-five moons

Gender:

Tom

Eye Color:

There's nothing unusual or entirely amazing about the eyes of Galeclaw; they are merely an amber, leaning more toward the reddish colour (obviously not a true red). One would think that a warm colour would hold nothing but warmth, but in this deputy's case, that is not so. The tom-cat likes to, preferrably, cast his amber gaze at some cat in a hardened stare which usually tells that he is in no exulting mood with that certain feline. Occasionally his eyes radiate some sort of coldness, but they can soften. He's not always the glaring, scrutinizing tabby one thinks.

Pelt and Fur:

The tabby's pelt is strictly made of two shades; white and black. There is no gradiation of any sorts that deter from the simplicity of black, or from the crisp shade of white. Ebony is the dominate colour found on Galeclaw's pelt, white only found in a few selective places. These are found on his paws, as well as speckles of pristine white around his muzzles. Not only is his paws dabbed a white, or his muzzle speckled with it, but his whiskers are too. The claws, when unsheathed, are seen as thorn-tough and of an ivory hue.

Beneath his pelt, which is immaculate and sleek thanks to the bountiful prey amongst CreekClan, flexes strong muscles characteristic to those of his Clan, being the accomplished and powerful swimmers they are. The tom is broad shouldered as well as lean, with a stout muzzle and prominent jaw.

Markings:

Nothing unusual, other than a zigzagging scar left behind by some cat in a little skirmish on the border between CreekClan and Skyclan. The mark runs from his ear to the corner of his eye - the fur near the unevenly placed scar doesn't grow too well, leaving whatever does grow there thin, making the old injury easily noticed by any straying eye.

Picture:

N/A

Personality:

Adamant is the one word to sum Galeclaw up right to the very bone marrow. He ties himself to his beliefs firmly, and his attitude is resilient and unyielding. Sometimes this aspect of him can make him a difficult cat to get along with: once he gets an idea or opinion in to his head, there is no way to shake it out of him. Being as stubborn as a mule and all. It may be an arduous thing with a tom-cat such as himself, but one can't deny his uncanny ability to be precise in what he believes to be right and what is to be wrong and then stick to it as closely as an irritating flea to a cat. Though one thing can lead to another, and his pig-headedness is, like mentioned, difficult to put up with. Usually, the littlest things can set him off, setting an inexorable mood that doesn't soften quickly or with soft-spoken words.

At times, the deputy can come off as a spiteful, malicious cat that takes pleasure in the suffering of other unfortunates without bothering to conceal it. Though a cat has to agree that it is never directed at his own Clan; more often than not the lithe tom brings his malevolence full force on to other cats of the Clans if they manage to displease him or stroke a furious feeling. Such vivacious moods can be provoked in to action by a simple action. For example, any other Clan cat setting one pawstep in to CreekClan territory, even if it isn't even a foxtail away from their own boundary. Prey-stealing or cowardice in battle can get him foul as well - his famous remark to the latter is usually, "Cowardice belongs to the weak; not a true warrior of a Clan." If he can get revenge on the offending Clan, or Clans, the better he feels, whether it be by his own paws, or some distraught within the Clan he is ill-disposed toward.

Another observable point to his personality is that the deputy is definitely no pushover, which was first seen in his early days as a small, enthusiastic bundle of fur and energy. This probably comes from his mule-headed nature, and his unyielding possibly leading to him thinking of himself as pretentious.

Despite some harrying bits that make up his personality, Galeclaw is fiercely devoted to CreekClan and even StarClan; without something to have faith in, he believes there is no point in existence. It would merely be a pointless, aimless thing. He sees rogues as such, who have no such feelings of devotion for any Clan other than themselves. In consideration to his Clan and Clanmates, he helps whenever or wherever he can. Sometimes, he ends up eating much later in to the day than intended, being that he actually takes the initiative to organize hunting patrols and hunt for his Clan first before himself, just to make life easier for Amberstar. Coming back to rogues, the deputy holds an animosity toward cats like them, and kittypets are thrown in to the bunch along with the rogues. Typically, his thoughts about them are nearly the same as, pretty much, every other cat when it comes to the mushy, despisable kittypets and the temperamental, loatheful rogues.

Mate:

Looking

Kits:

N/A

Golden Word:

pe

History- Kit:

It was obvious to his mother and to the other kits present that Galekit was certainly no pushover. And had an annoying habit of trying to venture out of the nursery to explore the wonders of outside. Being confined to the little world he had been born in to didn't interest him, and his curious mind always wanted to see him setting paws on unfamilar ground, ground to be examined thoroughly. One time he had been close to escaping in to camp, but one of his nursery mates had managed to spot him and yowl out loud that he wanted to come too. Of course, this caught his mother's attention, who rebuked him lightly and kept a much closer eye on him there after.
Typically, young Galekit wasn't much too pleased with his "friend" after the fact that his close-to-excursion had been cut off.

History- Apprentice:

After developing from a kit to an apprentice, Galepaw didn't take the hassle of hiding his newfound attitude. He still had the need to adventure roiling around in his veins, but by then his stubborn temperament had begun to settle in, as was the desire to get things when he wanted it, how he wanted it, and even where. Surely this got him in to some trouble with his mentor from time to time; dealing with a cat that had a pig-headedness much more inclined than a mule's was callous and bothersome. It was also at this time when his slight malice and pleasure in other Clan cat's sufferage became more pronounced.
Animosity for the likes of kittypets and rogues were rooted deep within him, too, in the crux of his apprenticeship. A small band of rogues had invaded, and his mother had been the unlucky cat to fall by their paws. Just when he had been close to getting his warrior name - generally this upped his hatred for all rogues alike, and the fury toward cats not bound by Clan nor warrior code carried with him all the way from warrior-hood and until where he is now.

History- Warrior:

His naming of a warrior wasn't much anticipated as it had been with his mother around: now, it appeared meaningless and not so glorifying as before. Of course he still went with it, though soon enough the fury he had been containing was starting to boil over, and something was necessary to unleash it upon.
It was as if StarClan had answered his unspoken (even unthought of) prayer; another band of rogues had decided to make hell for his Clan, and he was jubilant to have such a chance cross his path. And so quickly at that! The little skirmish hadn't been a problem, and it had taken place near SkyClan's border; there, he recieved a well-aimed slash across his face, Galeclaw returning the favour by digging his teeth harshly into the instigator's hindleg enough to draw a generous amount of blood. His need for revenge satisfied, if somewhat, the black-and-white tabby was finally able to enjoy his tasks and entitled duties as a warrior. If proudly.

History- Up to date:

Kin:

Mother: Furyblossom {deceased}
Father: Streakfang {deceased}

Clan:

CreekClan

Rouge, Loner, Kittypet, or Clan Cat:

Clan Cat

Rank:

Deputy

Other:

[Mint]

Accepted =) Two Kin shouldn't be appearing... but we'll have to live with it for I cannot see any way to modify it.

[Calamity]

That's fine, because I've managed to modify it and thus fix it. C;
No need to fret about it now.