Warweaver - Rogue

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Name: Warweaver

Rank: Rogue

Clan: None

Gender: Tom

Age: 28 moons

Picture (Optional): Clickeh.

Physical Description: Warweaver is a sleek gray tabby tom. His stripes don’t stand out very strongly against his pelt, disappearing unless the light hits his fur just right. His stomach is a very pale gray, almost white. Along a winding tail, there are darker stripes which stand out more the farther down the tail you look. He also has sharp amber eyes which are very hard to read. He has a commanding presence which gives him an air of authority and natural leadership.

Personality: This slippery tom is very hard to peg. He operates on his own terms, only doing what he wants to do. His sharp tongue and intellect make him a very dangerous tom, often sowing seeds of distrust among allies if it will work to his advantage. If he had been born in a Clan, his skill at politics would’ve made him a likely candidate for Clan leader, but instead he uses his talents to make allies of rogues and cause chaos in Clans. He has the ability to gain the trust of whoever he speaks with, and he has been known to join bands of rogues whenever it suits him. His attitude is generally friendly, though this just makes him seem more trustworthy.

History: Warweaver was born as Root to a loner named Sarah. She lived alone in an old abandoned twoleg cabin because her mate was killed a moon before she kitted. As sweet and kind as she was, she was unable to discipline her kits because of her gentle personality. Root and his brother Frond were a pawful to raise, but they soon learned to catch their own prey and learned to fight off any intruders. When they were both 13 moons of age, Sarah discovered that Root was manipulating his brother into doing whatever he wanted. The less intelligent Frond did as Root asked, knowing that his older brother was smarter, but incorrectly assuming that Root was acting with Frond’s best interests at heart.

Sarah scolded Root for what he was doing, but Frond was loyal to his brother and defended him. Fearing the effect that Root would have on Frond's mind, she sent Root away, giving him a new name: Warweaver. She said that his powers of manipulation could start wars and that she wouldn't have such a son. Angry, Warweaver left his home and never came back. Now, he wanders the forest, trying to find some way to amuse himself.

IC: “What are you doing on our territory, rogue?!” the cat growled from on top of Warweaver. His claws dug into Warweaver’s shoulders, causing him to wince.

“Would you like me to tell you, or would you prefer to dice me first?” Warweaver mewed with a straight face.

”I would actually rather dice you, but the warrior code forbids it,” the warrior snarled.

”Fair enough,” Warweaver said, dipping his head. “I was on my way to the mountains on the other side of this forest, and I was trying to avoid the twolegplace. I do not mean to intrude, gallant warrior.”

The warrior snorted and stepped off of the rogue, glaring. “Well, leave and don’t come back!” he hissed.

Warweaver stood and rolled his shoulders. “Very well, then.”

He padded off in the direction of the border, until the cat was no longer in sight. Turning back to face him, he muttered, “Gullible mouse-brain.”

Code Word: hidDENsong

[Willowstar]

Lovely! Accepted.