Stoatslaughter

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:Stoatslaughter is a large, muscular calico tabby tom with webbed paws and striking amber-orange eyes.
:Stoatslaughter was born to Medea, a loner, and Stagback alongside his two sisters Risinghawk and Larkwing. He has served under Valleystar's and Dawnstar's reigns.
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==Relations==
Crush: N/A
Friendships: Stagback, Larkwing, Risinghawk.
Enemies: Fallenfeather
Mentors: Sunrisesolstice 
Apprentices: N/A
==Interests==
Likes
He enjoys spending time with his littermates. He may find them annoying, but he appreciates their company more than anything else. He also enjoys his father’s company and the time they spend together, though somewhat less so. He actually loved sparring. To be active and practice his battle skills is something it loves to partake in, no matter the context. He also has a minor like of swimming. It’s more so a lost hobby. It’s calming to it and what he considers “swimming” is mostly just resting on a stone while having his body mostly or completely submerged in the water. Whether it be to help clean himself off or keep cool during the warmer seasons. Eggs, while usually given to kits, are his favorite snack. He has a habit of stealing eggs out of nests in the lower bearing branches of trees. He sometimes offers this snack to his kin, though they seem less enthusiastic about them than he normally is. 
Dislikes
Ironically, he dislikes grooming. He’ll do it to keep his pelt clean, but he doesn’t do it for any reason beyond that. In addition, he thinks it’s somewhat lazy to sit around just to clean your own pelt. Most of the time he’ll let the elements across the territory clean his pelt for him and he simply puts his fur into place. He hates crowfood. When he sees or catches a single whiff of it, he’ll physically recoil, give the most disgusted expression before reluctantly getting rid of the stinking piece of prey and tossing it to the crows. He’s not a fan of the extremely cold and hot weather the territory experiences. During the hotter times of the year he’ll seek refuge in the shade of trees and dens. During the colder times he’ll cuddle with his kin (if they let him) or go sunbathing. Along this list, he also dislikes cats getting off task when on patrol or in the tunnels. Being a clan cat is already dangerous enough, cats goofing off, he says, as a risk. It’ll often scold cats who goof off, especially apprentices or kits. Speaking of which, he isn’t a fan of younger cats. While he knows he isn’t perfect, the playful nature of younger cats annoys and infuriates him, almost.
==Skills/Faults==
Skills
Stoatslaughter is hard to sway. Most of his opinions and thoughts are very much set in stone and changing his mind seems nearly impossible. He's rather selfless and would gladly fling himself into danger if he deems it necessary. He's also extremely loyal, seemingly to a fault. He'll stay at any clanmates' side, for as long as he doesn't feel they have malicious intentions or ideas that go against the Prairies's Promise. Stoatslaughter is hyper vigilant of his surroundings, at the slightest snap of a twig, it will tense up, claws at the ready for whatever might attack it. This is often enhanced by the size of his ears contributing to impeccable hearing. His large paws make shoving out pounds of dirt easily, and the strength of his legs helps quite a bit. He’s also a shockingly skilled fighter for a tunneler, his large paws and powerful legs helping make him a heavy fighter of sorts. His silky and pristine fur makes it difficult for dirt or mud to cling on, often easily washed away by rain or water, or even a stroke of a paw. His splotched fur makes him amazing at camouflaging among places with the Beacon of Repose or Origin of Spring, the ginger of his fur resembling the forest soil lit by sunlight and the gray looking like shadows on the forest floor. This, it’s a skilled, above ground, hunter. Easily spotting and catching prey, both large and small. His muscular legs also make leaping easy, able to traverse land or wide scapes in long, distanced sprints. His long fur tends to keep him quite warm during colder months, though the lack of fluffiness to his fur doesn’t help much.
Faults
He follows the Prairies’ Promise and StarClan extremely blindly. He often doesn’t stop to question them or the morals they run on. Plus with how hard it is to change his beliefs and opinions, he likely never will change from this unless something drastic happens that he feels has to do with them. Stoatslaughter's anxiousness to not being constantly with his littermates and extremely overprotectiveness for them makes him quite overbearing. While it stems from a good place of wanting to keep them safe, he's always in some state of worry for them. Oftentimes, staying focused when they aren't around. He struggles with a faint scent of smell. It gives him a horrible sense of smell and in the pitch blackness of the tunnels, it makes him almost incapable of catching any prey. His strong hearing makes Stoatslaughter sensitive to loud sounds. During thunderstorms, he can be seen curled up in his nest ears pinned back with his paws pressing them to his fur to drown out the noise. Sudden sounds seem to spook the tom terribly, turning him into a mess of fur and wide eyes. His fur is long, but far from thick, so claws can easily get past it to his skin, leaving scars wherever. Along with this, it’s long fur makes him more prone to heat stroke than his medium and short furred clanmates. With a shorter tail, it has a few issues with balance, being a tad clumsy. 
==Personality==
Serious and lonesome, Stoatslaughter is a cat of undying loyalty to his clan and the cats around him. He prioritizes his duties over almost all else. He follows the Prairies’ Promise to the letter and never strays. He’s never once done something that doesn’t aline with it, yet his morals stray a lot. He’s not against actions some might see as unreasonable and will try to justify such things in his mind. Most of his morals, ideals, and biases are very much informed by the Prairies’ Promise. Despite this, he’s always willing to bend the rules for his kin. He’ll leap through hoops to do just about anything for them. It’s extremely stubborn in the fact his thoughts and opinion almost never change. It would take a near death experience to change a few of them. Possibly even death itself to change others. He’s a firm believer in StarClan. He acknowledges they’re likely real and, thus, follows them without much question, similarly to how he follows the Prairies' Promise so blindly. He doesn’t see much fault in them. Surely StarClan is all-knowing. They would know what’s best for the clan, right? Outside of his blind faith, he's very dismissive of other cats. He's only concerned about his kin, to him, no one else really matters. If the choice were between saving one of his kin or a kit, he'd choose his kin, no matter how much they plead for him to save the kit instead. Ironically, he's rather selfless. He has such a low sense of self that it's gladly throw himself in the way of danger for another cat. He wouldn’t risk himself for any cat, but ig no one he genuinely loves is in immediate danger, he'll certainly risk it's own pelt for whoever is in danger. He's mature, perhaps too mature for his age. He feels he didn’t have a sufficient kithood since he was always so worried for his sisters, constantly looking out for them. He feels almost constantly anxious when he's not with them. It always says that if he were to lose either Risinghawk or Larkwing, he'd never forgive himself. He couldn’t imagine being without them and is beyond overprotective of them as a result. While he doesn’t realize it, he somewhat considers his sisters and any cats around him to be less capable. It only sees himself as capable of keeping his littermates safe and the only other cat he seems to find of a capable enough to protect them is his own father. It struggles trusting others to any degree.
==Detailed History==
Dawnstar's Reign
==Detailed Appearance==
Stoatslaughter has a large, muscular build. His build treads on the thinner edge of burly, with toned, compact muscle along his whole body. He appears relatively thin at a glance with his sleek fur hiding his build. The majority of his muscle appears most toned around his legs. His limbs in particular are thick, large paws matching them almost perfectly. His torso and hips are wide, giving him wide-set haunches and shoulders. He has a wide stance normally, due to his wider build. His tail is long and thin with long fur along it, growing longer near the tip. His pelt is long and lays nearly flat against his body. It’s sleek and extremely well kept. His pelt almost never tangles and appears nearly perfect at all moments with a silky sheen to show for it.. He has a couple tufts of fur at the tips of his ears, inherited from his mainecoon ancestors. Speaking of which, he also has a very thin lining of webbing between his toes from his faint Rippling Streams ancestry. His pelt is mostly a dark gray, broken up by splotches of orange with false tabby markings on them. The orange reaches from the side of his neck over his right eye and onto his forehead, up from his cheek to his left eye, over his shoulders, neck, legs, and flanks. He has a bit of white on his pelt. Particularly on his neck, paws, belly and up his left front shin. There’s also white lining the bottom of his tail, near the tip. He has a couple scars, one on his chin that runs down the underside of his jaw. A second on his forehead. Both are inflamed and red in appearance. His eyes are narrow and slanted with a striking amber-orange color.
𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐓: Long and sleek. It lays nearly flat and is colored with gray and ginger, marking with faint tabby markings.
𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃: Large and extremely well-built, almost burly looking. Has wide set shoulders and haunches, due to having such wide torso and hips. His legs are thick and muscular with large paws to match.
𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒: His eyes are a striking amber-orange color with a slightly slanted, narrow, rectangular shape to them.
𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒: One on his chin, running on the underside of his jaw. Another on his forehead, and a couple scattered on the shins & hounches of his hind legs. All are red and look inflamed from previous infection.
𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: [N/A]
==Kin==
Mother: Medea
Father: Stagback
Sisters: Larkwing, Risinghawk
Aunt: Monarchgarden
Grand-Parents: Hentuft and Sedgeheart
Great-Grand-mother: Tulipstar
Great-Great Grand-parents: Valleystar and Torrentfocus
Cousins: Applebreeze, Beepaw, Bumblesnap, Tansypaw, Bloompaw, Cinderspots.
In-law: Elegantcinder (mother of Bee/Bumble)
==Backstory==
Stoatslaughter was born to Stagback and Medea. He was born on kittypet territory, only lucky enough to have his father present. Being the firstborn of three kits. He doesn’t remember much of his mother, only brief memories of words she had spoken to his father the day they were taken away, yet those feel more like memories made up in it's mind to explain lost time and undisclosed family. Stoatkit was named by his father in what seemed to be a haste when they were brought to Sunlit Prairies with a scent of their mother smeared along their pelts.
Stoatkit's early moons were spent kneading nests or collecting feathers dropped by birds overhead to decorate nests. It seemed to have a mild affinity for herbs as a kit, though mostly for how pretty they seemed or how they could decorate one’s nest so nicely. When he wasn't prepping nests for the following night he was spending time with his kin, sitting helplessly as Risingkit would nip at him and shot little remarks to rustle the tom into the mood to play. Oddly enough he never seemed interested. He would often brush her off, and when he did play, he never seemed amused or entertained. It’d put minimal effort into the game, even if others tried to encourage him to play harder or put more effort. He didn’t seem interested in Larkkit's games either. It seemed almost distant to his kin, even his own father for some time.
Soon the tom was apprenticed. He spent a bit of time considering what he'd become. He watched to see what it was his littermates chose, and he quickly followed in their paw steps. After all, who else was going to keep them in check? Their mentors? No cat could handle Risingpaw, not in the way he’d grown accustomed to. Larkpaw was less of a pawful, however. Yet he still worried for her safety. He couldn’t let them out of his sight, not yet. As their brother his urge to protect them and keep them in check, led him to take on a rank he didn’t quite like. He ended up being apprenticed under a tunneler named Sunrisesolstice. The humorous tom was contrasted by his now serious and stick-in-the-mud apprentice who could care.less about having a good time. Stoatslaughter tried to tolerate his mentor, but for all he tried, it failed horribly. It'd get beyond frustrated with Sunrisesolstice and and keep the tom “in line”. When they weren’t actively training, Staotpaw was avoiding speaking to him. It was clear he disliked his mentor greatly, but was too ashamed to ask for another. The tom thought training under Carrionsaunter would be more suitable. Oddly enough, he idolized the senior tunneler, yet he didn't seem as fond of or proud of the younger cat. Stoatpaw, despite all this, pushed through his training and eventually took his assessment, which he passed with little issue.
Upon becoming a full tunneler, he dove straight into his duties without question. He spent most of his time as a tunneler around his kin, attending patrols with his sisters where he made sure to keep them disciplined and safe. Most of these patrols went smoothly other than occasionally when Risinghawk might say or do something that’s out of line or Larkwing got distracted. He hardly bothered him. On one particular sweep of the tunnels, he was working packing in the walls of the tunnels, making sure they’re nice and sturdy. However, the earth above him began to crumble. The patrol with him began to panic and move to evacuate the tunnel before it collapsed. The packed in earth around them began to rain down onto them like a heavy downpour without the colling sensation of the water. It was trapped beneath a mountain of dirt whilst shoving his clanmates along toward the exit. He scrapped his claws against the earth beneath him, trying to stand as more pounds of mud and grim packed in over his shoulders, weighing him down. The tom could've sworn he could see the starry ancestors calling his name before claws hastily scrapped at his maw and shoulders, dragging away the earth. A couple of his den mates had come back for him, as the earth on top of him came crumbling down. It dragged, along with it, heavy, sharp stones. One slipped down, over his head, ripping the fore of his forehead and nose bridge in a broken line of crimson. He mistaken it for the slipped claw of a denmate but was too tired to tell them to be more careful. Once he was freed, his wide haunches pushed forward toward freedom. He glanced up briefly only for another stone to come down and drag it's way down against his throat. Tiny wounds were scattered across his pelt. It could feel the warm blood on his skin as they raced toward the tunnel's exit. His white fur dripped with crimson red, it trickling down the backs of his legs, over his muzzle and paws. The wounds were extremely infected by the time any cat saw them. The scars didn’t bother him so much, as some of his denmates had worse wounds than his own. They did hurt for some days after but he had more concerns than a bit of pain. Eventually the pain faded as the scars finally healed, even if they healed horribly.
So far, nothing too exciting has occurred in his life and he’s just trying to get by with his kin.
==Trivia==
*When “let’s the elements across the territory clean his pelt for him” I meant bro literally will stand in any given part of the territory and left the wind, streams, and rain clean the dirt, mud, or grim out of his pelt before he spends a bit of time grooming which gives it, it’s silky sheen and leaves it laying flat against his body. When he runs, he kinda looks like a rabbit. Each press forward looking like a long jump. Idk, it’s hilarious and I love it-
==Quotes==
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==Links==
Theme Song/Voice Claim
*Spotify
*Mako [Legend of Korra by Nikoloden]
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