Raggedpelt ((ShadowClan))

[Malicious]

CHARACTER NAME:
Malice, Raggedpelt

GENDER:
Tom

AGE:
27 moons

ALLIANCE:
ShadowClan

RANK:
Warrior. ((I would like if he could be deputy, but if after reading his bio you don't think it would be possible, then he can stay a warrior ^^))

APPEARANCE:
Raggedpelt is a tall yet skinny cat. He has long limbs, and a long tail for balance. He is rather scrawny, so while he is slightly taller than most cats, he is not 'bigger' than other cats, and has a disadvantage strength-wise because of how thin he is. As a younger cat, the other kittypets thought that Malice was always ill-looking because of his build and pelt. He has short black fur, that always seemed to look a little ragged or rustled; hence his name. He doesn't shed much in the summer or get a significantly large amount fur in the winter. His pelt is completely, solid black, made more for camouflage in the shadows or the night than anything else, like most ShadowClan cats. His mother's black coat was dominant over his father's white coat, which is why two of their three kits had black pelts.
Raggedpelt has amber eyes, which stand out against his dark pelt. Sometimes, they appear to be almost red depending on the amount of light in his surroundings and where he it. Out against the green of the grass and trees they look red, but against anything red it is easier to see their true color. Because of a past fight with his brother, he only has one eye (his left eye). The other is a slightly in-caving socket (since there is no longer anything inside; no eyeball) with scratches and dead/torn tissue covering it. This is a slight disadvantage because with only one eyes depth perception is not as great as with both eyes. However, he's learned to use his other senses to get around this (for the most part). At times he feels that he is weak because of it, which is not good for self-confidence. He tries to keep his vision a secrete because he wants to stay a warrior and help his new Clan.
Raggedpelt has long, wiry black whiskers that seem to twist slightly. He has a generally stiff and strict appearance, and usually sits up straight with muscles tensed just slightly. Rarely does he ever appear to be relaxing, even when he really is doing so. He tries to hide his emotions and keep a stoic expression, but his feelings can almost always be red through his eyes when he truly is hurt. It's really easy to spot, especially when you get to know him better. He has large ears, which kits always comment as looking slightly goofy on him (he doesn't mind, though, he thinks it's cute when they say he looks goofy. He would rather be goofy than threatening).
((I'll draw a picture of him and post it up somewhere when I finish))

PERSONALITY:
Raggedpelt seems to be a very cold to those who have never met him. He can be a bit snappy at times, and has a short-temper when it comes to dealing with other cats. Kits are different; he tries never to snap at kits, although they make him a little nervous because he's afraid he might accidentally step on one of the tiny things or one might crawl on him and fall off. Kits really melt his heart. He is not quick to get attached to people, and it takes him a little while to really befriend people. He isn't antisocial; he just likes his own space and some quiet time. He has a strong sense of loyalty and tries to respect all cats, even if he doesn't like them. He tries to see eye-to-eye with others, but sometimes his temper gets the best of him. He seeks knowledge rather than physical strength, and tries to figure out different ways around things.
Raggedpelt was not raised to be the way he is, or at least not by his mother. This is once of the reasons he has such trouble interacting with new cats he meets; while he could teach himself to seek knowledge and practice respect, he never had anyone else to really practice dealing with or interacting with (hence his short-temper, he's used to plenty of space and with other cats he doesn't get as much alone time as he used to). His mother wanted him to be more like his brother, cruel and cunning, willing to go behind other's backs and stab them from behind. His father taught him about the morals of the Clans and StarClan, which gave him an idea of what he wanted to be. Clan morals appealed to him and gave him more of a purpose than just destroying things and hurting other cats.
Raggedpelt is a bit shy around his new Clan mates, although his 'shyness' doesn't seem like shyness at all. His 'shyness' is keeping a cold attitude as to not show weakness and keeping dead quiet unless spoken to (or fussing at an apprentice he catches doing something they aren't supposed to). If a new cat tries to introduce themself to him, though, he will likely be caught off guard and is a very good listener. He's actually really polite, he just looks a little mean on the outside, but he's quite nice once you get to know him. He is part kittypet, and was born in a Twoleg nest, so he doesn't expect much respect or politeness to him, but he isn't whiny about it and will either deal with it or make a smart remark back; he doesn't whine about it ("oh poor me, why me? boohoo") and he wont start fights (he will fight back, though, if somebody starts something). He is a good listener and enjoys hearing other cats talk because it's something he's not used to (he enjoys hearing conversations, no pointless rambling, which often bugs him). He has a short temper once provoked, but is a little difficult to provoke purposely. He's more annoyed by stubborn apprentices or cats that talk too much and too fast rather than someone trying to call him names or start a fight.
Raggedpelt respects all his Clanmates (or at least he tries to). He recognizes that they've let him in their Clan, an action they didn't have to take, which is why he doesn't tend to mind the name-calling. He will defend his Clan with his life; even if there are cats he doesn't like, he thinks about the others who need him to protect them. He reminds himself that his sister needed him, and that when he didn't have anything to protect he was miserable. Having something to protect and strive for gives him purpose, which is the main thing he seeks to have.
He tries to hide his scar as much as possible, or more so the vision issue it's left him with. He also tries to hide the existence of his brother, let alone the fact that Cruel (the brother) was one of the meanest cats he had ever met. He has two main goals: one, to find a purpose (which is to protect his Clan), and two, to find out the truth about StarClan and his beliefs (which he has yet to accomplish, and probably wont until after death). He has a soft spot for kits, as stated above, and looses all hostility or coldness in his appearance when he's seen around the little guys, mostly because he'll let them walk all over him or he'll pretend that they beat him in a fight and fall over onto his back. He doesn't always agree with the leader, but knows tries to respect their decisions and see from their view. When he disproves, though, he does make it known in how he reacts to it, often scowling and stating facts that go against (directly to the decision maker, not behind their back). He'll try to convince them otherwise, but if he fails he'll just have to grit his teeth and deal with it.
When Raggedpelt has an opinion, he will make it known, but he wont shove it down your throat and try to force you to agree. He does have a bit of pride, though, and doesn't like being proved wrong, which is why his opinions are often formed slowly and considered a long time before being stated. He cannot leave room for error. This can be a disadvantage when it comes to quick decisions, since he isn't good with being rushed. He will strongly defend his decision until actual facts (not other opinions) disproves it. He will accept defeat (grudgingly), and if proven wrong will hesitate to form another opinion. He tries to see from all points of the argument, but sometimes that gets away from him... Like for example, if a kit or defenseless cat is hurt, he will often lean toward their side and rush to rash decisions. He feels more comfortable and confident about what he thinks when given a long time to consider it. He likes hearing about other beliefs, but instead of completely replacing his if he hears something that sways him, he will modify them just slightly or add 'if's or 'then's.
Overall, he looks a lot colder and meaner than he actually is. He has a soft spot for kits, but really doesn't like apprentices or new warriors. He acts a bit older than he is, and while he tries to respect all other cats he does make sure to voice his own opinion. He also believes that StarClan exists, but doesn't think they have much or even any power over events that happen on earth. This sometimes gets him scowled at by more radical StarClan believers... He is still curious about death and what happens afterwords. 

SKILLS:
Raggedpelt is very good at running, and climbing. His long legs, thin build, and light weight make him a very swift cat. He uses swiftness to his advantage in fights, often trying to make up for what he lacks in strength by sending whole flurries of scratches and bites all at once to overwhelm the opponent. Another skill he has is climbing. He has abnormally long claws which provides plenty of grappling (they aren't for battle), and his skinny build make it easy for him to slip between twisted branches or brambles. His hearing and scent are excellent, making him a good tracker, and his dark coat helps him camouflage during the night or in the shadows. He is clever and very smart, since he spent most of his younger years learning about how things worked rather than how to fight.
Now, for his disadvantages. His scrawny body is not good for fighting, and his physical strength is lacking when he gets in a fight. He also can't swim very well; he can swim in a small stream, but quick waves or strong tides can carry him off or pull him under more easily than a larger cat. His knowledge of Twolegs sometimes proves to be a nuisance. His Twoleg always described the black path as a road, and the metal thing as a car, so when someone yells "don't stand on the ThunderPath, there's a monster coming!" Raggedpelt will likely look over at them like they're crazy and it'll take him some time to remember the terms he's learned. His weakness for kits means that he will jeopardize a whole mission to turn back and save one kit from falling into a dangerous ditch or getting caught by a hawk. He'll risk his own life for them... which, statistically speaking isn't a good thing in certain situations. Another weakness is his slight depth perception issue, since he only has one eye. He tries to hide this as much as possible, and wont mention it to the leader or even the Medicine Cat.
Raggedpelt is very good with scheming and planning, especially when it comes to battle tactics. He is good at memorizing his surroundings and getting a good baring of what's going on. He often over analyzes, rather than under analyzes. So, he would likely be good in position as a sort of adviser/battle-planner. He could make a good deputy, but his kittypet past would get disapproving looks and mutters. ((That might possibly make for a good plot, if you still need a deputy after some time :3))

HISTORY:
Raggedpelt was born as a kittypet (going be the name of Malice), born in the nest of a Twoleg cutter (vet). He grew up with a lot of free space and plenty of healthy exercise because his Twoleg knew a lot about cats. She kept him and his brother along with their mom, but put their sister up for adoption. His mother, Iris (a black she-cat with yellow eyes), was very superstitious. She believed that there were many evil things in the world that could make cats sick or hurt them, so she gave her kits mean-sounding names to try and scare away those evil things. She was a little crazy, and tried to make her kits as mean-spirited and cruel as possible, believing that it was the only way to get ahead in the world. While Cruel (his brother, a white tom with angular yellow eyes) eagerly took to such a lifestyle, Malice preferred to to try and find another kind of life. His sister Pestilence, later named Lily (a black she-cat with large yellow eyes), preferred to stay out of it.
Malice's father, Snowpelt (a white tom with amber eyes, from ShadowClan), showed up to visit a few times and taught him about the Clans. He started thinking about StarClan and what would happen after he died, which annoyed his brother. Cruel, who had decided to become an alley dweller and bully the other kittypets, started fighting with Malice, often attacking him from behind or sneaking up on him when he was napping. He would get bad wounds, which his Twoleg the cutter would tend to (probably the only reason he survived most without any permanent damage). One day, Cruel went a bit too far, and managed to claw out his brother's eye while he was napping. He woke up but his brother had pinned him and managed to claw out his eye before getting shoved off and chased away. Luckily, his Twoleg kept it from getting infected, but after that Malice decided to leave his home and his brother behind. He asked his father about where he could find the Clans, and set off to join ShadowClan.
Shortly after he joined, his father died of greencough. He was named Raggedpaw, after his ragged-looking pelt. Raggedpaw started training a few moons later than the other cats, so he wasn't made a warrior until he was fifteen moons because his training extended. He's found purpose in the Clans and wants to do his best to defend it. He is still learning a few things, like more about the other Clans and more fighting techniques.
Raggedpelt gained his warrior name and was shortly given an apprentice, Rosepaw. Rosepaw was very respectful, unlike what he was expecting from a young cat, and she was a quick learner. Unfortunately, a few days after being made a warrior, she died after investigating what she thought was an abandoned fox burrow, only to find that it was occupied still. Because of that, Raggedpelt is hesitant to have another apprentice, and would treat another one a little harshly at first. He is also a bit protective of his Clan mates because he's (secretly) worried about another death. If he goes on a hunting patrol with other cats, or a border patrol group, he'd try to keep an eye on all of them, which sometimes ends up distracting him a little.

[NORTHERNSKIES]

Bio approved.