Soulless-Loner-Tom

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Name: Soulless
Family: Unknown
Rank: Warrior
Type: Loner
Gender: Tom
Age: 11-moons
Eye Color: Dark/Pale blue
Fur Color: Black
Other Appearances:

Soulless is a very small cat, only about the size of an apprentice, and a relatively new one at that. He has a rather scrawny but well-muscled frame. If one were to judge him by his appearances, he could easily pass for a WindClan cat, with such a slender, agile body. Sleek black fur covers him. It is soft, and of medium length. Very dark, at night time it makes him seen as though he is nothing but a shadow. His tail, which is also black, is slightly fluffier than the rest of him. The only part of his pelt that isn't black is his right paw, which is a snowy white.

Dark blue eyes gaze out from his ebony colored face. This is not to say that they are always this shade of royal blue. When angered, they seem to lighten, and become a much paler blue, like chips of ice. A scar cuts vertically through one eye, though he isn't blind. It's never healed properly, though it isn't too noticeable with his pitch black fur. Wrapped around Soulless' neck is the mark of a kittypet, even though he isn't. He has a ragged, collar, which had been a dark blue before, though it has faded slightly, blending with his otherwise dull coat. A long tooth protrudes from it, hanging down. It is much larger than a normal cat tooth, for it had been a dog's. Pretty much a spitting image of the very cat that had once tried to take over all four clans--Scourge.

Personality:

Amnesiac; Soulless had suffered amnesia(will be explained in history). He doesn't remember anything about where he came from, who he had been, who he had come from. Sometimes he experiences brief flickers of such memories, especially while he's sleeping, in dreams. However, these dreams often involve countless killings, pools of blood, and the suffering of many other cats. He doesn't speak much of these, though he secretly fears what they mean.

Independent; he is perfectly aware that he is a runt, and always will. He hates being underestimated because of being so small, and he does often demand respect from other cats despite thisl. As a result, he tries his best to hide any sign of weakness--fear, shyness. Even asking for help. He relies on himself more than anyone else. To ask another for help of any kind, no matter how small, has always been a last resort for him, reserved for desperate measures. Even then he will be quite reluctant in asking for assistance. If one were to offer him some, he would more than likely outright reject it. He doesn't back down.

Solitary; he isn't the most sociable cat you'll ever meet, but he isn't entirely anti-social either. Soulless doesn't mind being on his own, and is used to other cats shunning him(for what reason he can't remember for the life of him). Of course, this does put him off somewhat, for it isn't that great of a first impression of you ignore someone upon first encounters. He has a dislike for being the center of attention in a large crowd, and usually keeps to himself anyway. Chances are you would be the one approaching him.

Open-minded; Soulless is a kind cat, even though he may be quite annoyed if one were to refer to him as a kit just because he looks so small. He is accepting of others. Unlike a clan cat, he doesn't particularly care too much about where a cat comes from--after all, he doesn't even remember where he came from. He doesn't automatically reject new ideas either, and often thinks over them first before declaring it downright outrageous or anything like that.

Mirror; Soulless tends to follow the golden rule almost subconsciously. Treat others the way you want to be treated, or maybe Treat others the way they treat you. Harshness will make him just as harsh towards you, making him snappish and quite fluent in sarcasm. Play nice, and so will he. Pretty simple.

Frustrated; due to his appearance and likeness to Scourge, many cats--especially clan cats--tend to treat him with distrust, aggression, and even hatred. He does his best to withstand this, but not forever, in which cases he will lash out in frustration. This bitterness is strengthened by his lack of ability to remember why. It's one thing to be punished for something you know you did, but it's a whole other thing if you're being punished for something you have no clue about.

Cold-blooded; normally friendly and kind, Soulless avoids death and killing. However, when he is angered, this is not so. His dark blue eyes become a pale, icy blue, like those of Scourge's. He becomes cold, even cruel, and will attack on the slightest whim. The mercy and warmth that prevents most cats from killing will have left him, and he will not be afraid to kill you in cold-blood. Or heavily injure you, for that matter. Just a glimpse of the cat most expected him to be, and what he used to be.

History:

First off, Soulless remembers nothing of his past, so it's no use to ask him. His lineage is quite dark, shadowy. Bloody. It was the thing that had shaped him into the cat he is today, amnesia or no amnesia. As expected from his appearance and dreams, he is a descendant of Scourge. By how many generations, it is unclear, but it just so happened that he inherited Scourge's appearance.

When he had been born, he was a single-kit by the name of Shadow, or even Scourge, since he bared such a semblance to the dead cat. His family had been loners in a Twolegplace--not the one where BloodClan had ruled, but a Twolegplace none the least. He was given a heirloom, which had been salvaged when Scourge had died and passed down his bloodline ever since. It was none other than the collar with the teeth. Among the cats in the Twolegplace, BloodClan had become a legend despite its cruel reign. Why? It was they that had almost drove out the very clans that hogged the prey abundant forest for themselves.

Shadow was taught to fight by his parents, who hoped one day they would be able to live in the new area where the clans had moved to. Even here, the clans were keeping the best territories to themselves and driving out all outsiders--like themselves. He was raised to be cold-blooded, murderous, and to strive for that goal. Even at a young age, Shadow would not hesitated to take a life.

After hearing so much about the "selfish, face-stuffing clans", at the age of 6-moons, Shadow had sneaked off to see what these foes were like. He came upon WindClan territory, where, lo and behold, a border patrol found him. Feigning to be an innocent lost kit, eventually--despite their suspicions--they had to take him down. Wasn't it part of the warrior code that they couldn't turn down a kit?

In WindClan, most of the cats were very distrustful of him, partly because of the unmistakable collar he wore. What if he was just like Scourge? His name became Scourgekit, and then Scourgepaw. His true opinion of the clans had never been very high, but their strict treatment towards him only lowered it. One day, when Scourgepaw was 9-moons old, he tried to kill another apprentice. He had been hoping to bring down the clan one by one, but he had been seen, and the other apprentice was saved. Despite his age, all their suspicions had been proven correct, and he was banished. He had tried to fight the cats when they chased him out, and it was during this he received the scar that cut through his eye. Realizing it was hopeless, he had fled. The cats chased him off of their territory, and he had climbed a tree to rest in case they decided to pursue him further.

As the patrol finally left, Scourgepaw had been making his way back down when his paw slipped, resulting in his falling back down to earth. He struck his head, knocking him out along with these memories. A loner, Twig, had found him. When Scourgepaw at last awoke, clueless of where he was, who he was, or what he was doing, Twig had decided to take the young cat under his wing.

He was given the name Soulless, since according to Twig, all cats had a purpose in life. If not then they might as well not had a soul, since they would just be, well, there. They traveled together awhile, but eventually Soulless left on his own journey.

RP Example:

The ground glistened wetly under the sun's rays. It was damp and sticky, the grass clumping together under its red coat. The bodies of countless cats filled the giant clearing; some laid unmoving on the ground, robbed of life, while others sprang about, exchanging blows with their opponent. Yowls of pain and blood lust rendered the air as the ground writhed with movement. Every cat seemed to be suffering from some cut or other, ignoring the blood that matted their pelts. Claws glinted in the light, flashing through the air, seeking to inflict wounds.

An arc of white. A spurt of red. The tabby fell limp at his paws. Already a pool of blood was spreading underneath its body. With apparent disregard, the tiny black cat kicked the body away, not seeming in the least bothered by the life he had just took. He turned, icy blue eyes already flicking from side to side, searching for its next foe. Who's next? His cold gaze landed on another cat, at the base of the large rock, and he began to move. Unnaturally sharp claws scraped the blood-soaked dirt as he bounded forward. They were longer and sharper than any other cat's, for they were the claws of dogs. Hard muscles rippled under his scruffy pelt, his lean frame.

His eyes narrowed as he saw his target suddenly notice the black cat that was streaking toward her. He saw her amber eyes widen in surprise, only to quickly narrow to slits. She raised a paw, about to swipe it forward at her approaching attacker. The small tom ducked under the blow, running all the while. As he drew closer, he snapped out one paw, slamming it into the she-cat's throat. He felt his claws cut through her flesh, feeling a cold satisfaction as he heard her yowl be cut off as his attack met her neck. Blood flew out of her parted jaws, spattering against his already stained pelt. The crimson liquid dripped from his paws, hitting the ground with sickening splats. He stepped back as the she-cat toppled forward, blood still gushing from her neck wound. A wicked smile formed on her killer's jaws as he gazed down at it, indifferent. He could still feel the flesh tearing under his enhanced claws, the choking cry--


Dark blue eyes flew open, and he jolted awake. He took in a shuddering breath, trying to calm his frayed nerves. The cat lurched to his paws, trembling like a frightened kitten. He looked down at his feet, taking in the white paw beside the black. He turned his head, focusing his gaze on his back. Satisfied, he allowed a gusty sigh of relief to escape his muzzle. He could still feel the sticky blood matting his pelt from the dream--he had to make sure. But while he was clean of the crimson liquid that flowed through a cat's veins, Soulless had still recognized the thin body under the pitch black pelt. The worn blue collar that hung around his neck, with an old tooth hanging from it, rising and falling with his breathing. It was the same pelt, same collar as the one in the nightmare.

Soulless collapsed down onto the grass again, closing his eyes. Instantly images from the vision appeared before them, and he opened them again. The cat in the dream had been himself, he was certain of it. Himself before he forgot everything. Yet,that place had looked nothing like here. He didn't remember any of those cats either. Was it possible he was dreaming even further back, back to one of his ancestors? Twig had only given a brief explanation about Scourge. Why do I keep having these dreams? What do they mean? Is that what I was like? What I'm supposed to be?

Cats you RP: 3
Names of cats: Ghostpaw, Owlpaw, Dragonstripe
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