Tarragonglaze

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:Tarragonglaze is a tall, lanky, handsome rosetted Bengal tom with a deep red palette with vibrant teal eyes.
:Tarragonglaze was born to Dawnstar, at the time Layla, alongside his sister, Acaciakit as a kittypet, living in the Lambent Enclaves. Layla gave the pair clan names with full intention of leaving them to the clan, and when they were old enough, she took them to the Festival where they were accepted almost immediately. Though Layla couldn't bring herself to abandon her kits, and chose to join alongside them, later to be promoted to Council, then Deputy, before becoming Leader. He has served under Valleystar's and Dawnstar's reigns. He was treated harshly by his mentor for his antagonistic behavior, later leading him to become a Moor Runner despite the hiccups. He has since taken part in the badger attack, taking part in the patrol that discovered the badger and deeply mourning the loss of his mother's first life when she was slain protecting his sister from the beast.
==Relations==
Crush: TBD
Friendships: Acacialight
Enemies: TBD
Mentors: Briarshade
== Interests ==
Likes
Tarragonglaze absolutely loves to keep his pelt clean and neat, and strives to keep it that way. He also enjoys gossip, thriving in it. He can be caught gossiping for hours on end with any cat willing to tolerate him enough for it. He’s aware of just about anything that occurs, meaning it’s a real treat. Oddly enough, he finds peace in observing oddities, such as cats who don’t seem to fit the mold of clan life, or odd looking variants of animals, prey or predator. He’ll spend hours at a time, trying to uncover the ‘mystery’ behind them, starring, observing, and going as far as stalking his unfortunate victims. He likes spending time with cats close to those in authority, or cats who’re like minded. He adores praise, as he fuels his ego.
Dislikes
Tarragonglaze’s strive to keep his pelt clean and neat means he gets incredibly upset when anything ruins it, be it water, mud, dirt, you name it. He can’t fathom the idea of waiting, his impatience will eventually get the better of him. He despises when cats won’t give him the praise he so longs for, or get in his way in getting what he wants. His squeamishness around bodily fluids, such as blood, means he has an inherent dislike for it, not even able to handle the smell of it without wanting to hurl. He doesn’t like kits, or the idea of starting a family. Even the idea of having a mate makes him sick. If you were to ask him, he’d likely say ‘I have myself, what else is there to love?’
==Skills/Faults==
Skills
Tarragonglaze’s strengths are mostly based around his ability to manipulate clanmates through a variety of tactics, such as gaslighting or guilt tripping. He’ll make cats believe their beliefs or choices are objectively wrong or make cats believe that what they’ve done is harming others close to them. His other strengths lie in his athleticism. He’s able to endure long sprints, often not needing much rest. His tall, thin frame allows him to look over the tall grass of the moors to spot prey, with powerful haunches to allow him to leap and catch his prey with little to no failure. His strong shoulders and forelimbs allow him to deliver strong blows, with long, sharpened claws to cut through the fur of another cat. His fur pattern allows him to blend into the shadows cast by the tall grass, light enough to not let him stick out like a sore thumb, but dark enough his pelt perfectly matches the color of the shadows that’re cast. Having only a clear concern for himself means he doesn’t feel the need to sacrifice anything for his clanmates, ultimately meaning he doesn’t feel pressured to comply by rules or standards.
Faults
Tarragonglaze’s weaknesses lie in his inability to control his anger, accompanied by reckless behavior, which makes him a danger to himself and others. When angered, he can’t think clearly, defaulting to lashing out, paws swinging in whichever direction they can. Though, almost ironically, he’s incredibly squeamish around blood and other bodily fluids. Such things leave him sick to his stomach. Without the protection casted by his mother, or the mere threat of her, often leaves him vulnerable to be taken advantage of by others. He’s aware of this, but still tosses Dawnstar out like a threat whenever it’s convenient, without much thought. Speaking of which, he often doesn’t place thought behind most of his actions, acting on impulse. He’s a compulsive liar, making him untrustworthy. He has a loose lip concerning gossip or any topic he sees potential in twisting the truth of for his own gain.
==Personality==
Tarragonglaze is an antagonistic pretty-boy who seems to not have a care in the world. Truly, he really doesn’t have a single care other than his own well-being. He tends to see other cats as objects, used to propel him to success or to be toyed with. And any cats who don’t fill this mold can be thrown away like an ugly toy. The only cats he seems to consider as cats with emotions and thoughts are cats close to him like his kin or close friends, but even they can be thrown out if they don’t perform a preferred use. Tarragonglaze will not hesitate to go as far as guilt tripping, or in some cases, threatening cats into doing acts that’d benefit him, and solely him. He’s also possessive of other cats, constantly looking for praise to fuel his endless ego. An ego of which isn’t as fragile as most would like to believe. His ego can be characterized as a superiority complex. He believes that cats should feel thankful to get a scrap of attention from him, that his paws were blessed by StarClan itself to walk these moors. That cats should look to him as the prize example of a clan cat. Despite this, the tom would much prefer the life of a kitty-pet, with twolegs of whom would serve him, bringing him all he needs at a single mew from his maw. This leads him to look down heavily upon the cats of his clan, especially those who fear two legs or were former kitty-pets, including his own mother. He finds no fear in twolegs and spends a good amount of his time on the border speaking to kitty-pets, and the occasional barn cat. He believes himself to be worthy of respect, praise, of all good things that could possibly come his way. When he doesn’t get this he’ll throw of rage, often lashing out at anything or anyone that caused him to not get what he wants. He’ll hold grudges for moons on end, often petty enough to try and get back at cats who ‘wronged’ him. His outlook on life is of antagonism, aggressive with the cats around him, often showing severe hostility to cats he accuses of not admiring him enough, or of cats who don’t up hold to the use he’s assigned to them. His hot-headedness causes him to randomly snap at cats. He could be sitting in the clearing tending to his pelt and overhear cats gossiping about him, then turn to snap at them, seemingly out of nowhere. There’s been cases where cats haven’t been talking about him and he’ll snap anyway. This could be blamed on an underlying insecurity, but whether he has one is questionable at best. Even he isn’t sure, but refuses to believe a cat, such as himself, could be insecure. Speaking of which, his pretty-boy attitude is something some may find comedic. At the smallest speck of dirt he’ll snap before leaving to clean it out of his pelt. He often thinks of himself as too good to attend to his duties. Because of this, cats often gossip that Dawnstar should have left him behind at her former twoleg nest. He’s also very opinionated, having to speak on everything that’s happened, whether or not it concerns him. He wouldn’t hesitate to speak his mind to another cat, whether it pains them in the long run or not. He’s mostly willing to do this thinking that, no matter the result, Dawnstar will always protect him, so long as she’s in leadership. No cat could possibly defy Dawnstar anyway, as far as he’s concerned. In this way, she’s a tool. One used to secure his safety, one that can be used as a threat to other cats. Speaking of Dawnstar, while he doesn’t treat the molly all too bad, he hasn’t yet decided to give her, her council, or deputy all of his respect. He simply believes they don’t deserve this. It’s not because of any ‘tragic’ events in his past, it’s simply ‘cause of his ego. Frankly, in the end, he’s closer to Dawnstar than Acacialight, and intends to keep it that way. His rude demeanor, accompanied by his hot-headedness and superiority complex, makes him widely disliked despite his skill and potential. He’s not all too ambitious, often stepping aside to allow his littermate to take the lead. He does have goals, he just doesn’t care enough to reach them, he’s self aware enough to see that if Acacialight is unable to reach a common goal the two have, then he can’t either. This self awareness extends to his worst qualities, but, a lot like what his goals, he doesn’t care enough to do anything about them. He’s perfectly happy and clear with who he is and doesn’t plan to change it. Not for his clan, his friends and kin, not even for Starclan. 
==Detailed History==
Dawnstar's Reign 
==Detailed Appearance==
Tarragonglaze is tall, with a thin, yet lean build. He has wide-set shoulder giving him a normally wide stance, alongside a wide chest and thick neck, that slightly tapers in, toward his head. His legs are long yet muscular, though next as toned as he’d like. His legs begin wide at the haunches, gradually getting thinner until they reach his paws. His paws are small and nimble, often allowing him to walk without a single sound from his paws. Tarragonglaze’s features, similar to his littermate, are sharp, with rounded eyes that contrast the res to his features. The Tom’s pelt, as a result of constant grooming, has an impossibly soft pelt, easily brushed though by claws. His fur is short and stiff, being the softest on his limbs, paws, and haunches. Tarragonglaze’s a dull, light, warm brown, with a orange tinge on his face, below his wrist, and along his tail. His maw is a deep, rich orange, with a white chin, the white wrapping around his muzzle, fading into a soft, orange-cream color as it stretches over, below his cheeks, staying that same white color on the bottom of his head, dripping onto his neck where it meets his head, the orange-cream along the borders of the white, fading into the dull, warm browns on his pelt. A similar orange-cream can be found along his underbelly. His pelt is marked by bold, dark markings the appear in a circular pattern along his sides, flanks, and shoulders, drifting into a striped pattern on his legs, neck and wrists. The stripes appear to be black or a dark brown, with a similar color found on the underside of his paws and wrists. His tail is long, with a streak of black along the top, with stripes wrapping about the circumference of his tail growing thicker as it reached the end of his tail, the tip covered in a black marking. Within the circular markings load a deep, dark, warm brown that bled out over his upper back and top of his shoulders, flowing up the sides of his neck, running down his spine toward the base of his tail, the edges fading gently into his pelt. The inner and bottom sides of his limbs were coated in that familiar orange-cream. His nose bridge was a similar color to the dark, warm brown within the circular markings. The brown atop his nose bridge spreading up to his forehead and eye corners. Around his eyes was a orange-cream color, his eyes a dark, dull green. His ears and tail fade gradually into a creamy color towards the tips. Beneath his pelt is an array of rippling muscles, primarily around his haunches, forelimbs, and shoulders the flow smoothly beneath his pelt. 
==Kin==
Mother: Dawnstar
Father: Unknown tom
Sister: Acacialight
==Backstory==
If memory serves him right, the bengal spent most of his life in Sunlit Prairies, with the exception of his early moons, of which were spend in the den of his mother’s twolegs and the stretch of the forest between the twoleg’s den and the moors of Sunlit Prairie’s territory. He doesn’t remember much from his early moons, despite his desire to remember. He spent the last few moons of his kithood in Sunlit Prairies, close to his kin. He didn’t seem to enjoy being in Sunlit Prairies all too much, spending his early moons as an apprentice, complaining about the horrendous, disgusting life he now had to live. Though he’d never say such a thing in front of Dawnstar. His training didn’t go as smoothly as his mentor would’ve liked. The bengal wouldn’t, couldn’t, stand being out on the moors during training sessions, meaning his trying was slow and lengthy. His mentor would take him out from dawn til dusk, until the concept he’s being taught has finally been ingrained in his head. His mentor was as harsh on him, as Tarragonpaw was on his mentor. Tarragonpaw would freely harass his mentor in the early moons of his training, until his mentor took matters in their own paws, treating Tarragonpaw in a similar manner, snapping at the feline throughout his training. No matter the amount of times he threatened to have his mentor exiled, they never stopped. He did finally tell a cat, though it didn’t go in his favor. Eventually he gave up with the threats and went with it. His mentor was harsh, sure, but the feline never intended to ever physically harm Tarragonpaw, only to let the bengal know how his actions affected other cats by stooping down to his level to do so. Luckily enough, he had incredible skill in hunting, like his mother. He finished his apprenticeship alongside his littermate and was given his full Moor-Runner name. Afterward he returned to his awful behavior of harassment and manipulation, though he kept it hidden from the prying eyes of his mother, deputy, and council. His life,never since, has been a repetitive cycle of manipulation, gain, and loss. Though his interest peaked when Acacialightnasked for the position of heir. Needless to say, when she returned and was punished, he only laughed and gawked at his littermate, though only in secret. Although he’s aware he couldn’t do much better, he still found amusement in her failure, and may never let it rest. He still chooses to spend his waking hours alongside her, regardless. 
==Trivia==
*He often stands with one paw forward
==Quotes==
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==Links==
Theme Song/Voice Claim
*Playlist: Spotify
*Voice Claim: Pretty Boy, Back to the Outback
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