User:ScytheBear

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About (Personal):

My name is Spade, and will answer to such most of the time. This Account is currently shared with Kleio, But she only uses is for messaging our clan in an emergency and thus is mainly offline. I'm always down to have a conversation if i'm bored, or don't have much to do (Not that i'm that interesting of an individual).

OC Background And Information: (Sorry For Its Length)

Name: Spade

Gender: Male

Species: Mostly Domestic HouseCat although his family tree does contain some Lynx relatives.

Mate/Love Interest: None

Clan: SkyClan (SoftHeat & Scholi)

Appearance: Spade has the physique of a massive Pixie Bob Cat. (Large tufted ears, Thick shaggy fur, Larger than average body size with a large chest and paws and a short, bob-cat like tail.) His main coat is a dark, faintly muted brown with a softer yellow/white underbelly, paws, chest and chin. He has darker splotches littered over his back, and forehead, although barely visible on top of his already dark undercoat. He has four small stripes on his chest, beginning just below his chin and stretching towards his collarbone and a faintly curved V pattern. He has faded yellow eyes, with orange and red hues. His body is littered with scars from his younger years, (Explained in BackStory) which are mostly covered by his long fur, the most prominent being deep scars across his muzzle and haunches from fights. He stands quite a bit above the average Tom, and has averagely sized claws and Teeth.

Personality: Spade tends to be cold, and distant when first meeting a stranger, becoming cautious and weary of potential threats. He prefers to stay unnoticed and not interfere with things that do not concern him, or his friends. Most of the time he remains polite and stiff, submitting to higher ranking individuals willingly, following direction without question. Although he is often confused, and can be clumsy at times because of his large body he is still strong, and tries to be gentle when with younger, or frailer cats. He can grow very easily agitated in his periods of forgetfulness, and will lash out against cats near him (Explained In BackStory). He struggles with making friends and/or allies as he is very distrusting and believes they will leave him as he fears being alone and used. This causes him to become paranoid and tend to interpret small insignificant things as omens of bad fortune and bad luck. Upon befriending someone he starts to shed his cold exterior, and starts becoming much friendlier and even at times childish. With people he deems as very close friends he will develop a clinginess to, and become overly protective and possessive of them. He becomes jealous easily, best seen with his best friend Kleio, and will react aggressively when he decides that someone is either threatening or becoming hostile with them.

Family:

Father: (CrowFoot) Deceased. (Run over when fleeing Spade across a road)

Appearance: Solid black tom with a white underbelly and chest and dark orange eyes.

Mother: (Amber)Currently Alive (Living as a HouseCat/KittyPet)

Appearance: A small dainty tabby fae with a pale brown main color, slowly fading into a darker brown on her back and head with thin dark brown stripes and a off-white belly and hazel eyes.

Siblings: None.

BackStory:

Born to CrowFoot, and exiled Warrior for his relationship with an outside cat, and Amber, A KittyPet, he was scrawny and weak, struggling to breath in his first moments. His father, disappointed in the pathetic excuse for a son had turned on his mate, blaming her for their kits weakness and temporarily abandoning them in his anger. Left Alone, Amber and Spade had struggled to survive, feeding on small prey she managed to catch in the brief moments she left their den in a twoleg ally. Desperate and starving Amber took Spade to her old House Folk, who she had left to run away with CrowFoot.

During his kit years, Amber noticed Spades noticeable forgetfulness and clumsiness, but dismissed it as him being young. As he grew, His short-term memory became much more prominent, and he would often forget who he was, and where he was from. This resulted in him often getting lost, dazed and confused until his mother would come find him and bring him home. Provided with all the food he could eat, and easy access to the outside world for exercise he physically flourished, allowing him to develop substantially in Height and muscle growth.

At 6 moons CrowFoot returned, plagued by guilt for abandoning his mate and newborn kit. Upon seeing his son he had been ecstatic, seeing that the scrawny scrap of fur he had deserted had grown into a sturdy and ragged young Tom. Spade, never meeting the unfamiliar Tom had been cautious, and weary around the stranger who claimed to be his Father. His caution was well met as CrowFoot, just as he had been raised, pushed Spade to become a brutal fighter and grow stronger then the other stray cats. Tricked into believing CrowFoot would help him, he left home to join his father in conquering the streets with a rogue pack. With his memory becoming worse, Spade would often become confused and not understand who they were, lashing out against them in bursts of fury as he thought he was being attacked. His father used this to his advantage, manipulating Spade into believing he was correct, spinning lies to plot against cats he hated. CrowFoot had used his blind-trust and brute strength to its full benefit, sending Spade after his so called enemies to either kill or mutilate them for territory expansion and personal gain. Spade had grown into a fearsome warrior, his wild instincts aiding him in seamless kills and domination. With his memories growing foggier, and his condition becoming concerningly serious he became desperate to remember, and clung to his Mother as her presence helped calm him and keep his mind together. Not understanding that he was being manipulated by CrowFoot, Amber pushed her son away, scared he would hurt her as he had many other innocent cats. Now thoroughly terrified of what she thought was a murderous savage she distanced herself from him, avoiding him at all costs. Clueless to why she had withdrawn from him, he grew depressed and irritated, attacking CrowFoot in a fit of senile wrath when he tried to approach him. Overcome with anger and confusion he tried to kill CrowFoot, but failed as his wrath had clouded his senses, and he struck out blindly. The fight had been explosive, claws ripping gouges and teeth wrenching holes in both skilled males. Managing to escape his son, CrowFoot had run onto the street, desperate to escape the Blood-Thirsty Tom. He had blindly paused in a lane, only noticing the approaching Car at the moment it struck a fatal blow.

Spade, Now confused, lost, and wounded had roamed the streets aimlessly with the only memory he had retained; his name, which he mumbled aimlessly as he wandered. Amber was relieved upon finding him gone, Fed-up with his distressed behavior and nonstop need for attention. Whenever Spade had stumbled across a fellow feline and begged for help they had run away, only recognizing him as a savage blood-thirsty beast. His luck had never been good, and that was only proven as he stumbled upon a feral dog in a dark strip of trees as he tried to rest. The beast had attacked him, and in his weakened state all he could do was cower beneath it, the dogs teeth ripping at his haunches and tail, successfully shredding them. As it grew bored of its victim it had bounded away, leaving him bloody and mangled. As he lay, slowly dying in a patch of filthy grass a young fae had stumbled upon him, having wandered out of the forest in curiosity of the strange two-leg world. Not recognizing the infamous Tom she had struggled to help him out of pity, dragging him with difficulty to her makeshift den in the grass plains.

Spade had remained unconscious for an alarming many days, allowing the fae to nurse his wounds and let him heal. He had awoken alone in an unfamiliar patch of blackberry vines, his wounds bound and body rested. Foggily he had brokenly recalled the fight, and his near death the week before. Struggling to stand he had noticed the small She-Cat at the entrance to the den, watching him curiously. Although skeptical, and easily to anger at first he had grown to wearily endure the small felines help, and accepted her prey and company as time passed. He remained alert, somewhat still believing she could be just as his father had been, manipulative and selfish. Spade remained hesitant when trusting her but grew to genuinely enjoy her calming presence, and became more acceptant that she did not want to harm him. Successfully healed, he had accepted Kleios offer to permanently stay with her, as she was lonely and appreciated his protection and company. It had taken time for Spade to completely trust Kleio, but once he did she became his anchor in sanity, helping him through his moments of confusion and disarray. Now helping him through his periods of forgetful anger, Kleio remains by his side, Even loyally following him into a new clan with hopes he will heal.

~Sorry For making you read all that :´) Constructive Criticism is welcome and appreciated. Don't be afraid to point out any flaws or mistakes!