Sabrekit - Sabrepaw - Sabrefur

SABREFUR

ABOUT
NAME: Sabrefur
RANK Tunneler
CLAN Windclan
GENDER Male
AGE 62 moons
SEXUALITY Bisexual
MORAL ALIGNMENT -

FAMILY TREE
Sabrefur's heritage takes root in Skyclan. His mother was windclan and his father was skyclan. Shortly after the destruction of skyclan's old territory his father decided to live with his mate in windclan. They became a couple shortly before Snowfoot gave birth, legitimizing their relationship. As such, Sabrefur's heritage is filled with big, muscular cats since the Skyclan gene seems to be predominant. This makes Sabrefur's bloodline halfclan, but one might argue that it's actually pure since he was born in Windclan and raised with their morals and believes. In truth, he may be a big boy but he's Windclan at heart.

MOTHER Snowfoot deceased, killed by a fox
FATHER Blacktorn deceased, died of heart failure
SIBLINGS Flurrykit deceased, stillborn
MATE Lightdove deceased, died of bloodloss
OFFSPRING Otterpaw

APPEARANCE
Sabrefur is an only child. His sibling had died before even leaving the womb, leaving Sabrefur to have all of his mother's milk and attention to his own. This made him grow bigger and stronger than other kittens who have to share their milk with litter mates.

BUILD Strong, big
FUR Long, black with white paws, a white belly and throat and a white muzzle
EYES Piercing blue, blind on his left eye
SCARS One over his left eye
OTHER His left eye is almost entirely torn off

PERSONALITY
Sabrefur has no bullshit policy. Carry your weight and care for your clan and he will be content. Cut corners around him and you will regret it. He is a pragmatist at heart and has no issue with making hard decisions in a heartbeat. He doesn't mind being the bad guy to save others or help his clan. He has a personal agenda no one knows about and what drives him to do the things and make the decisions he makes. He believes himself to be just and that his choices are right. No matter how wrong they can be. He can be a mean spirited bastard if he feels like it but will never break a promise. In a way, despite his broken moral compass, he has a sense of of honor. He will never break his promise if he makes one and that can be taken to the extreme. While his believes border on nihilism, he does realize that in order to thrive in this world he has to bow to authorities. But for how long one might wonder?

*A nihilist is someone who does not bow to authorities, someone who does not simply adopt a principle of good faith, no matter how good and respectable it may be.

HISTORY
Sabrekit grew up as an only child, hogging the attention of both his parents. His childhood was happy up until he became an apprentice and witnessed his mother being mauled to death by a fox. He tried to intervene but got caught in a quick attack by the fox, losing his left eye and ending up with his left ear almost entirely torn of. It was a rude awakening but a necessary one. It made him realize that life could be over in a heartbeat, which in return made him extra protective of his father and his friends. Sabrepaw decided to become a tunneler. He felt that he did not have what it took to become a moor runner with his strong build, so he took himself down inside the depths of the earth, caring for the graves and keeping all the tunnels in shape. He was twelve moons old when he began to notice he had feelings for another she-cat who was a little older than he. Lightdove, a beautiful light colored she-cat who was fourteen moons. The two of them spend many afternoons together before they decided to become partners. He believed her to be the love of his life, and the light of his life. She was sweet, but also spirited and spicy enough to bounce back against Sabre's rough personality. She understood him through and through and he could rely on her like no other. Though it would be many moons later until they would be blessed with kittens.

Shortly before his 40th nameday, Sabrefur's father died abruptly while hunting. According to clan mates who witnessed the scene he had just collapsed out of nowhere and died on the spot. The medicine cats declared him death by arrival. It was a strange case and took everyone by surprise. No one really understood what had happened so the medicine cats thought it to be a freak accident. There was no closure and the otherwise introverted tom-cat struggled with his fathers death. They had been very close. His father taught him his mental principles, learned him that clan duties come before all else and that no matter how hard a decision might be, you never should hesitate to make it. Perseverance, believe in one's self and not others were morals taught to him strictly. Having his role model out of his life Sabrefur began to struggle. His mate Lightdove helped him through most of it, as did his former mentor.

A few moons before the outbreak of the riverclan vs windclan war, Lightdove blessed him with a little daughter. Her name would be Otterpaw. His daughter broke his cold demeanor somewhat as he for the first time in his live experienced what being a father would be like. He began spending more and more time at camp, anxious to miss this critical phase of his daughter's life. He was even present when she took her first steps.

Sabrefur eventually was called to arms by Stallionheart when the war at the heatherfields broke out. He and his mate fought side by side. Lightdove never was a stay at home mother. She wanted action and she wanted most of all to protect her daughter and her clan. A well struck blow by a Riverclan tom took her by surprise and she became gravely injured trying to fight him off. Once the fight was over and they had lost, Sabrefur carried her back to the medicine den and stayed with her. She fought for a whole day before it became clear she had lost too much blood, and joined Starclan in a quiet night. Sabrefur felt grieve like nothing he had ever felt before. Out of all the cats he had ever known, Lightdove had been there the longest. She had been there ever since he was born and had been there for his entire childhood, young adult, and adult life. Seeing her like that would have broken most cats in half, he stayed whole. Albeit from the inside he was shattered. After his vigil he buried her himself without any assistance. He sat with her again for an entire day, refusing food and water. By the end, he was exhausted. He himself had also gotten injured but didn't allow for his wounds to properly heal. He ignored and denied his own pain in favor of that about his mate. He rose up however and stood strong. The turmoil inside of him will rage on for a little while longer. But he is alive and he will stay alive to see his daughter grow up. She is all he cares about, all he has left of his mate. For Otterpaw looks just like her.

MONTY