Pantherclaw-Warrior-ScarClan

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Name:
Pantherclaw

Age:
32 Moons

Gender:
Tom

Clan:
ScarClan

Rank:
Senior Warrior

Appearance:
All I really have to say is that this tom certainly fits his name. Like a panther, his fur is short and sleek, showing off rippling muscles at any time of day or night. At the age of only 5 moons he looked like an apprentice halfway through training. Pantherclaw has a large head, though only because otherwise it wouldn’t be proportionate with the rest of his body. It is built like a square, only narrowing down slightly for his mouth and nose, though this width would probably be the same size as the head of another full grown tom. Continuing on to the rest of this warrior’s body, things get even larger. Legs are long and as strong as branches; not only helping him in fighting but in hunting as well. Muscles in the legs are important for running and climbing. End the end of each leg there are paws large enough to cover an entire kit, and one swipe with them could do some serious brain damage. Then if he adds his claws… Well, you get the picture.

Like the large feline he was named for, Pantherclaw’s fur is sleek and wet looking. Its short, yet thick, and at the same time able to show off monstrous muscles without looking that bad in itself. StarClan blessed this tom with rich black fur, yet another thing to be named after. From ears to tail tip Pantherclaw’s fur plasters to him, not even splaying out on his tail. Beneath extremely large paws are extremely black pads, which match the black whiskers and black nose on this large tom. There are only three things on him that are not black, and those are his pearly white teeth, his pink tongue, and his dark amber eyes.

The last thing I will describe about Patherclaw for once is not related to the huge cat he was named after: scars. A few kits in the clan cower at the sight of this tom because of his resemblance to Tigerstar. The first scar he received was from a battle with PeakClan; he was knocked down and cut his paw on a sharp rock, leaving a gash across the top of his toes. There is also one on his side, running from the top of his flank down to his leg and stopping near his tail. The last scar is the one that makes Pantherclaw look most like Tigerstar: The one that goes across his nose. He received this scar after a boarder fight with TimberClan. If you go past the fear of all his battle trophies, this tom will happily tell you a story about each and every one of them, including the one he is most proud of: The scar he earned from his Right of Passage. If you catch him next to Jaguarstripe, his sister, you will notice they have the same one: A cross with four dots in each section. Each dot represented a clan, and the dot above represented StarClan.

Personality:
If Jaguarstripe was the hunter, and Tigerfrost the fighter, then Pantherclaw was the thinker of the litter. This tom is always the first to come up with new ideas, and is seen as quiet because he is usually pondering over something. Out of the four siblings, he is one of the best at hiding emotions because- well, he has a lack of them in the first place. Pantherclaw is known to listen and nod, not to speak, and when he talks this causes cats to listen; forgetting for a while the warrior could actually talk. Whenever he does speak, the words sound poetic and inspirational, odd considering what the battle scarred cat looks like. This has earned him the honor of being one of the senior warriors to discus battle plans with the leader; although this was earned over time rather than his siblings’ success immediately after their trial.

Once the battle is planned and ready, Pantherclaw is always on the front lines next to Jaguarstripe and Tigerfrost. He feels in sync with his clan as he fights, always seeming to know who needs help with a double team, and who can handle things on their own. The tom sees the whole battlefield, and although he isn’t as good of fighter as Tigerfrost, he is in the upper half of the clan when it comes to this. Pantherclaw gets really into it and barely notices when he gets hit or injured- exactly what his mentor had taught him to do. His intelligence comes in handy, of course. In fact, he is known more for outsmarting an opponent than throwing his weight on them.

Although Pantherclaw is quiet, he does enjoy company now and again. The tom would enjoy having a mate and maybe even a few kits. He really isn’t that old, after all. For now, though he has Jaguarstripe and Tigerfrost to talk to. Lynxtail and him had never really clicked, and were more polite than friendly to each other as the moons went on. Pantherclaw would make a good father, actually, though would most likely avoid beating his kits with his massive paws. He really isn’t violent with clanmembers anyway.


Past:
To start off Pantherclaw’s history, I’ll explain the most important part: parents. Before this tiny feline was born there were two overly loyal ScarClan cats. One, by the name of Hawkpelt, was a she-cat, and the second’s name was Rockheart, a tom. Now, I should get one thing straight; these cats were not in love by any means. In fact, their relationship was strictly business. ScarClan was going through a rich time. The prey was plentiful, even in Leafbare, and it was said that by summer the nursery would be bigger, and there would be even more prey. So what did Eaglestar do? She picked six cats, three she-cats, and three toms, Hawkpelt and Rockheart among them, to have kits. She chose them specially. One muscular tom would be matched with a lithe and agile she-cat, creating ‘perfect’ kits. It would strengthen the clan greatly in such a good time. So they expanded the nursery, and the three she-cats got pregnant.

Eventually, Greenleaf came, and it was Hawkpelt’s time to give birth. She was the first of the three, and Eaglestar made her excitement obvious, though it was shameful for a ScarClan cat. Four healthy kits were born, to the thrill of the clan. Hawkpelt named them as follows: Jaguarkit, Lynxkit, Pantherkit, and Tigerkit. Tigerkit was the largest, with a gray speckled pelt and obvious muscular body type. He was followed by Pantherkit, who was blessed with a rich black coat. Then Lynxkit, whose pelt was a light ginger, and had bright green eyes. Last, there was Jaguarkit. She was the runt of the litter, and the only she-cat to make matters worse. She was the failed kit, in her parents’ eyes. They could only thank StarClan that they were blessed with three, strong, perfect kits. Maybe the runt would be a good medicine cat or something. Boy were they wrong.

Although Pantherkit was not the highest in the little ‘kit’ clan that their siblings had formed, at least he wasn’t at the bottom. While Tigerkit and Jaguarkit basically led the clan, he held the position of deputy; the brains of the litter. Poor Lynxkit ended up on bottom of all nine kits, and though Pantherkit did feel some sympathy for him, he let nature take its course. After all, it would eventually toughen his brother up, right? Though he thought this would be good for his brother, he had no idea what Lynxkit was really feeling and never took the time to ask.

Finally came the day he could be named a mentor. Pantherkit felt as though he was moving up the ranks, finally not at the butt of the clan as a kit anymore. Now the kits could look up to him and be jealous of him. The tom was named the mentor Sharpfang, a senior warrior who was known for a strict mentoring style which was not uncommon in ScarClan. Although a bit frightened of the large tom he would be learning from, Pantherpaw couldn’t help but be excited for his first day of training. Little did he know, he would be wishing to be a kit again in only a few short hours.

Pantherpaw had been sleeping peacefully: dreaming of his mentor waking him in the morning, and giving him the grand tour of ScarClan territory. In his dream it turned out that his mentor was the kindest cat in the clan, and a great teacher at that. Suddenly a claw scraped his belly and awoke him from his dream, staring up at a mentor who glared down at him with seething green eyes. “Get up you lazy furball.” He hissed, jabbing Pantherpaw again, claws unsheathed. The new apprentice scrambled to his paws, his side now scratched and trickling slightly with blood. He dipped his head to Sharpfang, who snorted in response. His mentor trotted briskly out of the den and into the outside world.
There was absolutely NO light on ScarClan territory, and Patherpaw had to use a tremendous amount of willpower not to go running back into the den as the warrior lead him near the exit of camp. Tired and groggy, the sudden leaping of Sharpfang at him didn’t register until it was too late. The much larger tom was soon on top of him and scraping claws down his side. Pantherpaw had never heard of a mentor as harsh as this, but fought back, battering his mentor’s belly with large paws and wriggling like crazy. He didn’t dare make a sound as not to wake the clan, and was relieved when the warrior let him up. The apprentices sides were bleeding now, but he didn’t dare clean them in front of Sharpfang.
“You’d better learn faster reactions you mousebrained kit.” Growled the warrior, “Because no cats gunna wait for you to wake up before attacking.” He then turned and padded briskly out of camp.
As Pantherpaw followed him, he noticed that Jaguarpaw and Lynxpaw were already there, and not long after he arrived Tigerpaw did too. Lynxpaw yawned, and was whacked by Breezewhisker. He mumbled something and was whacked again. Finally his brother silenced, staring down at his paws.
Rainwing stood, nodding to the other warriors. “We won’t be going to the Elemental Plateau today.” He said, “That is a privilege that will have to be earned if you four would like to become warriors. Instead, we thought we’d explore the territory today.”

The apprentice’s ear twitched. Why would they wake them up in the middle of the night to explore the territory? Lynxpaw spoke up, “But we can’t see anything. Its still dark!” Pantherpaw felt a twinge of sympathy as his brother was whacked on the head.
Rainwing spoke again, “If your name ends in ‘paw’, go stand over there, by the camp entrance. Touch your nose to it.”
Confused, Jaguarpaw, Lynxpaw, Tigerpaw, and Pantherpaw did as they were told. There was a scrambling of paws, and when the apprentices turned around, their mentor’s were gone.
“I guess this is their way of ‘exploring the territory’” Grumbled Tigerpaw. Pantherpaw nodded in agreement as he scented the air for Sharpfang. All four mentors had gone in different directions, and his had headed for the Scar Ravine. The large apprentice sprited off in that general direction, and then began to search. He wasn’t about to give up now. One day he would make Sharpfang proud.


Pantherpaw would say he had the most strict mentor out of the four siblings. He was constantly being beaten up and often came back to camp later than even Tigerpaw. At the age of nine moons, Pantherpaw watched as Jaguarpaw and Tigerpaw were thrown of the Elemental Plateau and into the pool. Although he did feel a prickle of envy, he didn’t let it show. Jaguarpaw was out of training for a week because of a sprained paw, though Tigerpaw had to return to training then next day.

Finally came the day of his warrior ceremony. He was 14 moons, and shook off the nervousness as he watched Tigerpaw go first. Pantherpaw was next, and he stood proudly as an Overseer by the name of Foxstrike carved his famous mark. After passing with flying colors, he looked over at Sharpfang, who nodded his approval. It was the most proud moment of the tom’s life. Now Pantherclaw, he touched noses with his mother and prepared to sit vigil with his siblings. This had been his dream ever since kithood, to become a proud warrior of ScarClan, and now it had finally happened.

Less than five moons into their warriorhood, Jaguarstripe and Tigerfrost were given the respect of senior warriors. They received their first apprentices at the same time, and Pantherclaw most likely would have been giving the third sibling had he not died of Greencough a few moons before. It was no matter, though, because only a few moons later he received the apprentice Shrewpaw, a spunky little she-cat that needed some serious emotion training. Lynxtail did not receive his apprentice until almost 7 moons later.

At the age of 25 moons, Jaguarstripe was named the Overseer for ScarClan. She served in this position twice before Tigerfrost took over, and he now holds the position. Now his sister is deputy of their proud clan, and Pantherclaw is proud to be her kin.

Relationships:
Tigerfrost(brother)
Lynxtail(brother)
Jaguarstripe(sister)