* please be aware of slight mature content in his reference information.
Chausie (50%) | Maine Coon (25%)| Abyssinian (20%) | Other (5%)
+ Fawn mutation
3 years 4 Moons
[Clumsy][Gentleman Tom][Fatherly][Brave] [Polygamous] [Hedonistic] [Dependent] [Confident]
Elk is possibly the definition of clumsy. He can't keep to go more than a tail length without tripping over
himself or another cat! He often blames the size of his paws, and body. Being a Chausie + Maine Coon mix
would make him one of the biggest cats of the clans after all. Its hard to control that much mass! Elkstar
is also known to be awfully clumsy with his words, accidentally saying something that could make another blush
or even himself!
This tom tries his best to be the definition of a "gentlecat" so to say. He wants every she-cat to feel like an
absolute queen. If he had a mate, he'd make sure to make sure she was always comfortable. In his mind
Lady cats are always first. While many females fawn over such behavior, it can alternately act as a character
flaw, and often loose him the female he is chasing after. He becomes extremely protective over his loved ones
and generally loves them out of his life. However, if the female stays with him for long enough, he will loose enough
interest that the crushing doting wares off and he becomes quite the normal mate.... If it wasn't for his
constant accidental polygamy.
There is nothing Elk wants more than to be a mentor to another cat (again), and possibly someday a father.
His protective traits leak over to younger cats as well as females. He wants every young cat to grow up to
know that it can be the best and reach its own personal potential. He always make sure to asks the apprentices
how are doing, and likes to joke around with them and really make them feel more than included with in the clan.
He tries his best not to treat them as if they are to young, but fails on the aspect very often. This tom is definitely
a playful one, and even at his massive size, he's learned to be gentle enough to carefully bat around with an apprentice.
Although Brave is an extremely general term, that lacks some depth, there is no better word to describe how
this warrior conducts himself in strenuous situations, especially in battle. Part of his bravery comes from his
lack of thinking in fast moving situations. He is however, extremely strategic in the long term. Simplified, it is
easy to say he is not tactical, but highly good at planning things out. He personally thinks this would go to
make him a good leader in the future. As confident as he is, he never expects to receive such a role. (lol
tangent - back to his bravery) He always wants to be the hero, and while this is hard when he is such a klutz,
his willpower generally aids him in his endeavors. He has after all, made a promise to never let another warrior
die on his watch.
The word Polygamy has never actually come to the mind of Elk. However, he never once thought
of himself as a cheater when he had relations with more than one cat at a time either. Elk's romantic endeavors
are possibly one of the most complex parts of his personality. He could never mentally be happy in a relationship
where he was trapped by a female, or other special partner. He feels pressured instantly, and finds that he
feels the need to make them his permanent mate - something he knows he's not ready for. He'd much rather
be off flirting with every other she cat he meets, and take part in fornication with his most favorable females.
He knows that this is probably a troubling philosophy to his clan mates, and that its not exactly safe to go around
having sex if he's not ready for kits - but he can't help himself.
Elk is quite Hedonistic. He constantly feels the need to pleasure his senses, whether they be taste, touch, sight,
and whatever other such you can think of, including emotions. He tends to build up tense feelings within himself if he can't
find some sort of release through eating, exercising, or flirting with others. Sometimes he endeavors to find himself a sexual
partner to help relieve such stresses and tensions, but finds himself failing more than succeeding in a high ratio.
(Plot Idea: I'd love love love for him two have two mates as the RP goes on, if anyone is ever up for it)
Elkstar is highly dependent on others for emotional security. He just can't cope without someone
around him. He thinks of everyone as a friend and would do anything for anyone, something this tom feels
he needs in order to keep his friends. He has a lot of trouble keeping close friends, due to his clumsy and polygamous
antics. He becomes very mentally distressed if he is away from other cats to long, making the clan life highly
appealing to him.
Despite his appeal to company, and rather unstable mentality without it, Elkstar is confident in anything he
does regarding duty, his clan or himself. His dependency is only present in the case that no female is interested
in him, or he has no began to search for a female. He is confident in nearly every other circumstance, and situationaly
believes that the out come will be best. He isn't afraid to approach anyone, fight with anything, hunt - he feels
that everything he does will bring a successful outcome.
Back Story :
WILL BE EDITED TO FIT NEW GROUP SOON
The parents of this strong kit were a bright and young couple when they chose to bring kittens into the world. Cliffjaw and Heatherclaw were well known among Wind Clan, for the most part because of their extremely large size. Heatherclaw a nearly full Chausie by blood, and Cliffjaw half Mainecoon - it seemed they were nearly bred to fight. It was no secret that even the leader of Skyclan was excited for the birth of their liter.
What Heatherclaw and Cliffjaw didn't know, was that they both carried recessive genes of Feline Leukemia. Their excited first weeks of having 5 beautiful kits soon turned into a nightmare. Three of their five kittens were cursed with the disease, and all died before reaching the age of six moons. Cliffjaw and Heatherclaw seemed to be emotionally ruined as time went on, the couldn't possibly have been prepared for such misery, to loose not just one, but three children.
Elkkit was always full of energy in his younger days, and rarely understood with pain in his parents faces when they looked
at him and his fellow surviving sibling. His was always bouncing around his mother and asking her to take him out around the camp to play and meet the other cats of the clan. No one came in to visit them after all. It was supposed they were all afraid to come near the sick cats - was it possible to catch this mystery disease?
Even his father, Cliffjaw, hardly came to visit his mate and kittens. He seemed too hurt by the loss of three, that he couldn't be a father to the two that were begging for his attention constantly. As time went on Elkkit and his sibling began to resent the lack of attention, pleading that their mother tell them why he was so angry all the time, and why he was so mean to his mate. Heatherclaw would only reply with a sigh, and a sweet sad look in her eye.
"Someday you'll understand, but I pray you never feel the way I do today"
The sentence often left chills down the kits spines. Never did their mother look so coldly passionate about anything as when
she spoke those words. Somehow though, they new that they were loved. That was enough for them. Heatherclaw's mental
state continued to deteriorate as the kits grew older, she would often leave the Queens den to look up at the stars, talking to
her long dead children. She herself began to grow sick, no matter what the medicine cat gave her. Her sickness was from the mind out to the body, and nothing but happiness could bring her back from the ghost she was becoming.
As they grew closer to their apprenticeship ceremony the two kits began to realize her pain for what it was. Elkkit became especially troubled by the reality of what happened, and in his younger years, often wondered if he was diseased as well. He continued to grow up stronger and stronger however, and was nearly big enough to train 4 weeks before he was named an apprentice, something he noticed, made his mother smile with pride. He vowed to himself he would always make her proud,
because when he did, she seemed alive again - and she became healthier in both body and soul.
The day Elkkit became Elkpaw was a day the young clan cat would not soon forget. All the beaming faces, all the cheering cats, and especially the warm smile of his mother beckoned him in to a world of pride.. Even his father showed up to congratulate him on the next step to becoming a warrior. The excitement of the day resonated with in him and brought about a new confidence.
Elkpaw went on through his apprenticeship with such confidence that he received that day. He felt that the cats of his clan supported him fully, and that his actions could eventually heal their mother. Part of that was true. Heatherclaw found in herself some new found hope in her kits as they continued to grow, even though she had lost her mate and three of her five kits. She felt that maybe she could be happy if the two that lived continue to thrive.
Elkpaw took this healing process on as his own full responsibility. He tried to overcome his clumsiness by making up for it with muscle, and would often be seen doing most of the strength-draining apprentice chores. He could move a boulder half the size of himself by the time he was 9 moons old. He was lucky enough to have an extremely patient and encouraging mentor, who acted as a father in Cliffjaw’s place. It was from his mentor the young cat learned his love of taking care of others. His mentor was the only one who truly believed that Elkpaw’s achievements alone could make Heatherclaw live life as she once did.
The leaf bare after his apprentice ceremony, things turned for the worse. Just as it seemed his mother was finally going to be better for good, the cold winds hit her with a fit of green cough. As luck would have it soon turned into full on white cough. It left her hanging on an edge. Day after day Elkpaw would bring her his new best and biggest kill, or tell her about how well he had done that day. No matter how hard he tried, nothing seemed to work.
She died on the day of his warrior ceremony.
Depression hit the young Elktooth like a wave. He couldn't deal with his failure. How could he? He believed his mother was
dead to his own fault. The pressure was something he never could have expected to deal with - but he was sure dealing
with it now. He felt there was more he could have done to save her, more than just prancing around like the immature kitten he had been.
Moons passed and he found himself finding that wallowing in his own guilt was doing absolutely nothing for his Mother. He needed to learn to love life again, and his quest then began. His quest to live the life his mother could not - that of family and happiness.
MORE COMING SOON
Roleplay Sample Of course he knew that crossing into enemy territory was not only highly illegal, but dangerous as well. He had a philosophy however; actually he had a lot of those. The one that paired with the situation best was this: Laws and Rules are made to regulate and protect, the code was made to keep order. One could never however, leave a cat in need outside of battle. He believed that there was a higher order of things, and that even Star clan would want cats to live peacefully enough to help each other out every once in a while. He’d feel terrible if she died out here on her own because he wanted to follow some rules.
Stagheart brushed his tail agains the she-ca reassuringly, “Don’t worry M’am,” He smiled big, showing a tooth that was just a bit bigger than the others that poked out even when his maw was closed, “ I’ll see to it you’re not too bothered by my presence” He had one of those grins were no matter what his eyes lit up with happiness, they were pointedly his best feature.
“Oh, I’m Stagpaw-Heart. I’m Stagheart,” He turned his head slightly in embarrassment. He’d been a warrior for moons already, and still introduced himself by his former name, “ I’m called Stagheart, a good name I suppose but definitely not as pretty as Koi,” He liked her name as well. It was soft and delicate and divine sounding, much like the apprentice in front of him. He himself was a fairly well groomed Tom – but he did have his weeks where their seemed to be no time for a daily bath, especially not with his new apprentice Blazingpaw – who, as a new apprentice, was energetic enough to keep a whole clan entertained.
Least to say, he hadn’t groomed himself yet this week, and with all the rain in the days before this one a little mud in his fur was inevitable. He couldn't say he was all too worried about looking prim, especially when he didn't expect to meet such a beautiful female on such sudden circumstances.
As the two delved farther into Wind clan territory, Stagheart realized he hadn't the slightest idea where they were going. He’d never been in Wind Clan Camp before, and despite the continuously more concentrated scent of the foreign clan he couldn't seem to pin point were the Clan resided.
“Koipaw, would you mind leading the way? I’d be lying if I said I’d been through the territory before. I have no idea where your camp is!”