Free

[Rat]

What prowls in darkness...

Cat's Name: Free

Former Name: Dustypaw (never received warrior name)

Age: unknown

Gender: tom

Ranking: warrior

Beast: Free cannot turn into another animal, but he can mimic the looks and voice tones of other cats.

...is unseen danger

Appearance: Free can change his appearance at will, though he usually sticks to one base form.



Personality: Free doesn't make sense to anyone but himself and he's fine with that because he thinks that he's the only real cat in the world. To him, everyone else are just things that happen to exist. He is sure that he can do anything and he doesn't often doubts himself. After all, how could the only real cat in the world be wrong? He is arrogant and for some reason he is pessimistic about everything but himself. He believes that everything that can go wrong will and that he needs to always be ready. He also thinks that everything is ultimately trying to kill him, consciously or unconsciously. As a result, he believes that unless he can perform everything perfectly then he will die. He likes to have everything in order and anything that breaks his expectations, even if it is good, can cause him to go into a huge panic attack.

History: Free was born prematurely and his mother was sure that he would die. In fact, the other three kits in his litter died within three days of being kitted. His mother, once she realized that he wasn't going to die anytime soon, brought him up believing that he was special. Somewhere along the way he got the idea that he was immortal. He was a Shadowclan cat but he constantly snuck out to spy on the other clans. He was just curious, and since they were there he didn't see any reason why he shouldn't know everything about them. For nearly three moons he visited the other clans and snuck around their territories until he was confident that he knew all of their secrets. At first he found them interesting, but after some time he became bored. He spent days feeling miserable because there was nothing to do until he came across a kit who had wandered onto his territory. He wanted to see how far the clan would go to retrieve their lost kit so he took the kit outside of the territories and told her that her parents would come get her if she stayed in the den he made for her. The kit was naive, so she believed him, and when he returned to the clans he found that the two clans were already fighting. Instead of fighting for his clan he sat by the side of the camp and watched. Shadowclan eventually won, and after they did the leader of Shadowclan figured out what Free had done. He banished him from the clan and then Free chose to get rid of his warrior name in favor of 'Free'. After a moon of wandering around he heard about the disappearances and started investigating. Out of curiosity he got himself captured and now that he's free he's still wandering around and causing trouble.

Roleplay Example:

"What to do today?" The striped tom asks himself, looking up at the mountainous clouds that are covering the sun like they might give him a hint. If he goes right then he can take a walk through Thunderclan and Shadowclan territories. Straight ahead is Stormclan, living on Windclan territory, and to the left is Riverclan. He walks foreword a few steps and then purrs. "Stormclan." And jumping back; "Not Stormclan." He jumps forward over the border; "Stormclan." His whiskers twitch and he turns around, heading back towards loner territory. His stomach feels slightly hollow, which means that he should hunt. That will be difficult in winter, and because nothing ever comes easily for him Free knows that he won't find food for a while.

He tilts his head back and sniffs at the frigid air. In order to find food he should thoroughly search each place he comes to so he won't accidentally miss the prey. Very slowly, he zigzags through the forest, making sure to check in even the most unlikely places for signs of prey. It isn't long before he finds the mouth of a fox den. Of course I'd run into one of these. He thinks, resigned to the fact that nothing will ever be easy. At least he's finding the den now and not in the middle of the night. The scent of fox is coming from the den, but the fox smells distant, like it's very far into the tunnel.

Free darts away from the fox den and starts searching for sticks and brambles. He eventually gathers a huge load and starts propping them against the mouth of the den. The ground is soft because it rained yesterday, the weather isn't quite cold enough for snow. He pushes the sticks into the ground until they cover the mouth of the den like bars on a prison. Satisfied, he shoves a huge mound of thorns and brambles through the gaps in the stick barrier and pads away. Now he doesn't need to worry about the fox.

After searching through the forest outside of the territories for nearly half the day and finding only a hawk eyeing him from it's perch in the branches of an oak tree he decides to try hunting in thunderclan territory, which will hopefully have a few mice to spare. He closes his light blue eyes and when he opens them his appearance has changed to match that of the Thunderclan deputy. Satisfied, he trots through the forest until he reaches the border.

Other:other. optional

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--Rat