Sleetfall || Warrior of Skyclan

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S L E E T F A L L

28 Moons | Tom | Skyclan | Warrior

"Broken dreams replace the blackout memories in my head. Wreckage from my past, it haunts me, shakes me to the bone.."

Grey and black tom with duel eyes of green and gold.

''APPEARANCE;;
Sleetfall's pelt is thick and kit-soft. His fur tends to poof out on his chest and belly, hence why he is commonly described as 'fluffy' by his clanmates. His fur is a soft gray, marked here and there along his sides by faint black leopard-like markings. Black fur also covers his spine and stripes the top of his head much like a tabby's. White fur covers his chest and belly, and it surrounds his eyes as well.
Some of his most noticeable charistics is the black stripe on each cheek, as well as two v-cuts on his left ear. But what most notice first about him would be his eyes. His right eye is a rusty gold, with two thin scars crossing over it; while his left is a soft leafy green.

''PERSONALITY;;
Sleetfall generally has three mood-sets.

Enthusiastic and Friendly;
Sleetfall can be extremely good-humored and puts his heart into everything. He rarely thinks before he acts and can sometimes be seen as obnoxious or overbearing, but most know he's harmless and some really enjoy his attention. He has a knack for cheering up others and isn't bellow acting like a goofball to make them laugh or smile. But don't let this fool you into thinking he is soft, when it comes to defending his friends he is a skilled fighter. Although he tends to be to self sacrificing in battles, he would rather be hurt himself than see a loved one get hurt.

Solemn and hurt;
Behind the scenes Sleetfall is rather haunted, especially by his past. Or what he can remember of it anyway. He's been seen wandering on his own deep in thought, or curled up alone with his head buried in his paws. He seldom wants to talk to others about why he gets like this, and when he does the words usually refuse to come out. He is confused about his past and why he doesn't remember much of it. And his heart breaks every time he thinks about it.

Broken and Numb
This side of him has been lost since he forgot his past, it rarely shows except for maybe a blood lust glimmer in his eyes from time to time. In this mood he feels nothing and shuts off. He has no conscience and no perspective on good or evil. He wouldn't see the difference between killing a mouse or his own mother. Hence why it is good this mood currently lays dormant.

''HISTORY;;
What he remembers is bolded, what he forgot is normal.

''KIT LIFE;;
Sleet was born to a lone she-cat named Mello. She was a beautiful silver she-cat with shinning golden eyes, and she always seemed to be smiling. He was the oldest and strongest of his three littermates, and never let them forget it. Even at a young age he constantly got in trouble for using his claws during play. Once injuring his youngest brother Kero over a piece of fresh kill, leaving a scar across the other kit's nose. As they grew his siblings began to fear him and refuse to play or go near him. As they neared their sixth moon the second oldest, Scald, started to grow bigger than Sleet and the two fought relentlessly. Causing a lot of trouble for their overwhelmed mother.

''APPRENTICE;;
Things between him and his siblings worsened as they grew older. Sleet continued to torment Kero and fight Scald, though he never seemed to pay any negative attention to his other littermate; his sister, Phoenix. But soon, things were to take a drastic turn.
One morning they awoke to find themselves alone, their mother and sister missing. His brothers were confused, but Sleet was enraged. How dare she abandon him? This was also the day his life took a twisted turn. A numbness took over him, protected him from being hurt. He turned on his brothers and took the rage out on the one standing closest to him, Kero.
The smaller tom didn't stand a chance in a fight and quickly surrendered as he usually did, but Sleet didn't stop. To the horror of Scald as he watched, Sleet went for the throat and gave a killing blow to their defenseless brother. Then as he turned to the seething Scald he smiled, sending the bigger brother into a frenzy. Somewhere in the fight Scald slashed Sleet across his right eye, giving him one of the scars he has to this day. After that sleet was forced to flee into the forest.

''WARRIOR;;
Sleet lived on his own for a few moons, wandering the territories with no real destination in mind. He had many fights with other loners, one of them giving him the V-cuts in his left ear. Yet he was never satisfied.
But then one day his life took another turn. He had been wandering near a stream when he spotted her, the most beautiful she-cat he had ever seen. She was a smooth milky brown and cream calico, dusted here and there with snowy white fur. As he approached her she looked up and met his gaze, her eyes the color of a refreshing spring pool. Held in her gaze he felt as if the hatred in his heart was slowly melting, and it made him nervous. Yet at the same time he didn't want to be released. Her name was Mintleaf, a warrior of Riverclan. He continued to meet her in secret, and she would tell him stories about the clans. How they worked together, fought together, and grew together. He especially loved her stories of the battles between the clans, and was impressed with her strength. She taught him how to fight and how to swim, and as he grew stronger he wanted more and more to be fully in her world. To be close to her, to love her.
But when the day came that he asked her to take him to her clan, his dreams screeched to a stop. She had shook her head sadly and refused, not wanting to be belittled for meeting with a rouge. With those words rage took hold of his heart once again, fueled by pain and hurt. Without warning he launched at the she-cat with a snarl. Though the two where even matched, his size against her skill. She fought viciously and soon gave him the second scar across his right eye, but after a long struggle Sleet had her pinned on her back. His paw pressed firmly against her neck. The she-cat struggled vainly as he slashed his claws across her neck, giving one last spiteful heave as her life ebbed away.
Caught off guard that heave was all it took for Sleet to loose his balance and stumble back wards. Eventually losing his footing and falling into the river behind them. He glimpsed Mintleaf laying on the bank, her blood trailing down into the river. But then his head went under the water, and before he could react the currant slammed him into a large stone. It was then that he lost consciousness and was taken away by the river. At some point he must of washed up on the shore and was found by a warrior. He woke up in a medicine cat's den barely remembering who he was. He had no where to go, and was soon taken in by the clan in an act of kindness and pity. After many moons, he earned their trust and respect as a warrior. They were his family now.

''RP EX;;
Not first. ^^

[nova|nebula]

Accepted.