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Description
Think: The bad guy’s henchman

Name: Stoutkit Stoutpaw Stoutclaw

Age: 84 moons/7 years/About 40 human years

Gender: Male/Tom

Breed: 50% American Shorthair, 10% Scottish Fold, 10% Exotic Shorthair, 10% Munchkin, 10% British Shorthair, 10% Moggie

Clan: Riverclan

Rank: Warrior

Description: Pale Blonde (sandy) fur with light brownish marbled tabby pattern. Black markings intermit his pelt and large black M’s are present above each eye. White chest and belly. Shorthair. Black nose and pink and black paw pads. Mottled amber eyes, varying in shades of yellow, gold, tawny, and orange. Stout build, very wide barreled chest. Average height, however he is very bulky and appears larger by mass. Massive paws. Angular head.

Scars:

Right ear shredded- fight with Pebblefur
Jagged scar runs across face from top right to bottom left- Murder of loner queen
Leg scar (back, left) located just above the paw - Murder of Lilypad

Personality: [Dependent] [Bully] [Loyal] [Grouchy] [Troublemaker] [Bloodlust] [Blind Rage] [Insecure]

Dependent {Uninventive} {A bit Stupid} {Dull} {Shallow} - Not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer, Stoutclaw has a hard time coming up with his own ideas and isn’t much for deep thinking. You may find him hanging around other cats with similar immoral dispositions to his, but who possess more for intelligence and creativity, thus more inventive ways to cause trouble. He is quite keen to listen to their orders and willing to do the dirty work as long as he gets some fun mischief or an entertaining fight out of the deal.

Bully {Brute} {Aggressive} {Temperamental} {Cruel} - Stoutclaw may grumble and gripe over his lowly tasks and social rank intermittently, often taking it out on other cats if he feels he can get away with it. These vent victims are often weaker, lower ranked, etc.; thus giving him a sense of power in knowing there are worse off cats then himself and he can pick on them freely. Whether it’s just for fun, or because he needs to vent, Stoutclaw is a bully.

Loyal {Chauvinist} - Despite his rather felonious activities, he does, in fact, feel some loyalty to his clan, as faint as it may be. If Riverclan is insulted, you can be sure he’ll have made an attempt at mischief to the offending clan. More often than not, however, he’s using the insult as an excuse for his troublesome actions. Though it may be against the warrior code to border crossing and steal prey, he is, in his own way, acting in defense to his clan; even if it isn’t the preferred method for justifying a wrong.
He is also loyal to those he cares about (a choosy few) and most definitely to the leader of his little malice making posse, always prepared to carry out his leader’s orders and cause distressing mayhem for the unfortunate cats chosen as victims.

Grouchy {Temperamental} {Unstable emotions} {Bi-Polar} {Rude} - Stoutclaw always seems to be in permanent ‘grouch mode’. A scowl appears to be perpetually glued to his face. Almost everyone seems to annoy him. Chatterboxes, spitters, dreamers, and giggly she-cats get on his nerves like crazy… and he isn’t hesitant to let them know how he’s feeling, usually in a rather cantankerous way. He especially hates kits and rebellious young cats, finding them annoying and unreasonable. It’s a wonder sometimes if he really likes anyone but himself, and even that’s questionable.

Troublemaker {Bully} {Cruel} {Unkind} {Reckless} {Brute} {Rebellious} {Hedonistic} {Insensitive} Always on the lookout for trouble, Stoutclaw takes great pleasure in pulling pranks and braking rules, indifferent to the feelings he hurts or consequences he’ll face. From luring a feline unable to swim into the river, to slipping herbs with unpleasant results into a cat’s meal… Stoutclaw takes great pleasure in seeing the pains and struggles of others. He isn’t much for rules either, often hunting in other clan’s territories if prey is short in Riverclan or if he’s just feeling reckless. He often feeds himself before bringing any fresh kill back to his clan, resulting in his somewhat well-fed appearance all year round. If something is marked as off-limits, you can be sure to find Stoutclaw trundling about right in the middle of it.

Bloodlust {viscous} {cruel} – It’s not uncommon for Stoutclaw to get ‘carried away’. Whether in the heat of battle, or just in the mood, the viscous tom will show little mercy. Often times he’ll play with his food before killing it, making sure it has a slow and painful death.

Blind Rage Fierce} {Furious} {Antisocial} {Ferocious} Stoutclaw is prone to “Blind Rage”. When angered beyond his capacity, he will fight ferociously and blindly. He can be easily avoided in his careless state of fury, because of his lack of focus, but if caught up in his vicious, angry charge, the outcome can be fatal.

Insecure {Once bitten twice shy} – His emotional insecurity is likely a result of his bullying. Stoutclaw can hardly stand being rejected in anyway, though he rarely shows this weakness, due to his years of hardening against negative influence. Because he is so pent up inside, It is very hard (and rare) for him to reach out to someone he would like to call a friend. If he feels he has been rejected or betrayed, Stoutclaw may distance himself from said cat as a defense mechanism to protect his emotions further. It is unlikely he could ever bring himself to mend a broken relationship. Insults and other such issues caused by cats don’t bother him a bit, so long as the one trying to antagonize him wasn’t a former friend or someone he had exposed himself to.

((By loyal I don’t mean to an extreme level. It is still possible for him to trick or betray someone he may have been devoted to before if given a good reason. And that pretty much goes for everything. A personality trait doesn’t mean someone acts that way to a degree of unfaltering performance, but that they generally behave in such a manner.))

History:

Kit:
Pluckystep and Stockyfang had wanted kits dearly, but seemed unable to produce any. They were just beginning to accept the fact that they would never have a family of their own when, nearing their prime, Pluckystep found herself to be expecting. The couple were overjoyed and waited with great anticipation for the day of their kits arrival.
Come time, only a single kit was birthed. A small and weak little specimen, the medicine cat advised the new parents not to get too attached, as he would likely die before morning.
However, the little tom lived, and was given much tender attention and fussing over by his parents.
Stoutkit, they named him, for his already obvious build gained from both parent’s genes.
Stoutkit was a bit slow, in both mind development and physical growth. He also had an awkward, angular build. His head was large and bulky, his paws exceedingly large, and overall his entire body appeared disproportioned. Despite all of his obvious faults, however, his parents loved him dearly.
Because of his appearance, Stoutkit was teased and taunted by the other young cats. Kits would peer at him from behind the safety of their mothers and refuse to play with him, only approaching the little tom in groups to snicker and gawk.
Apprentices would dare each other to approach the kitten as close as they risked, having rumored among themselves that his ugly and stupidness was an illness and that they would catch it if they came in contact with him.
Adult cats, too, showed discontent of the peculiar kitten. He would catch snippets of their conversations; overhearing the elders gossiping about the ‘that thing in the nursery’ or he would spot the warriors giving him strange looks and whispering with bent heads to one another as he toddled by.
Being of a naturally cheerful, oblivious, and roly-poly sort of temperament; Stoutkit didn’t understand at first why everyone acted so strangely around him. Being a bit slow minded and pudgy, he was made a popular target for bullying. After a while, however, he began to understand what was going on around him. And he began to grow resentful. A rancorous anger began to kindle inside the kit at his tender age, and soon he became unbearably temperamental, lashing out or crying bitterly when teased. His parents did their best to comfort him and calm his growing fury, telling him it would get better when he was older and he could show them his worth as a warrior. This worked at first, sedating his temper with their soothing words, and probably might have cured him of this rising animosity, but the tides took a turn for the worse.

Apprentice:
Twitchfoot, his mentor, was a fidgety cat. Very self-conscious of his status and aware of what others might think of him. Timid too, never liking the spotlight put on him. He felt of excessive need to keep up a clean profile and though he liked gossip, he hated to be its subject. Twitchfoot was not particular pleased to have been apprenticed with such a useless looking young feline. Stoutpaw was quite unlike the other apprentices. He was not lithe and quick, nor large a strong… but very plump and stout. This would not do at all! One of the least popular cats, who was the topic of much blather…his apprentice! What would the others say? But he couldn’t decline. Oh, no. He would only bring more attention to himself in that he might try to speak against the leader’s decisions. With much distaste, he accepted his awful fate of 6 moons to train the ugly little scrap.
Twitchfoot was repulsed by his own novice, often avoiding eye contact and flinching away from the young tom’s touch as if he were diseased. He absolutely loathed it when he spotted other cats watching him train the ugly little kitten, a strange look on their faces as they studied the clumsy movements of the awkward apprentice. How absolutely shameful that he should be put through this! Now a subject of gossip! Cats had begun to avoid Twitchfoot as well; now that he trained the peculiar little marbled tabby. No longer was he welcomed in sharing tongues as he once was, nor did many cats bother to sit by him during meals. He felt as though he was gradually becoming shunned and sinking ever lower in the socially ranked system of approval. His respect and esteem now diminutive.
This bothered the self-interested tom so much in fact, that he began to plot of a way to rid himself of his apprentice. He couldn’t speak up against the leader’s wishes; that might only make his reputation worse, perhaps seeming rebellious like!
…but what if…perhaps…something were to happen to the little cat? What if he were to…maybe… die?
Yes. Twitchfoot was to the desperate point of conceiving murder. And he took it seriously. Anything for his public image. Besides, the young tom didn’t appear of much use anyway. He was clumsy, stupid, and small…thus far having shown no potential use in hunting, fighting, or even medicine. The clan wouldn’t miss him. In fact, he would be doing them all favor, getting rid of the extra mouth to feed.
It wasn’t long before Twitchfoot got his chance.
A harsh storm blew into camp but a half moon after Twitchfoot’s idea. Taking his apprentice out of camp, he had in mind to make it look like an accident. They were just fishing in the river when Stoutpaw slipped and was carried away in the storm chopped currents, it would have been suicide for Twitchfoot to have jumped in to try and save the young tom. It was pouring rain by the time the two cats reached the bank of the already swelling canal. Twitchfoot faked a tripping movement in case anyone might be watching, and crashed into his small student, sending the little cat tumbling headfirst into the water. But chance be with him, Stoutpaw hooked his claws upon a bit of passing debris, and was carried swiftly away by the raging storm. Having pulled himself atop a flat length of bark, the small feline held on for dear life, wailing desperately, his caterwauls over taken by the deafening thunder and pounding torrent.
Earlier, Pluckyfang and Stockystep had noticed their son’s absence in the coming storm, and had set out to find him. They reached the shore in time to see their only child being swept away on a piece of drifting debris, crying for help. Leaping into action, the two rushed ahead of their kit and climbing an overhanging tree, its branches splayed over the water. The branches were thin and swayed wildly in the savage wind; the duo couldn’t stay on them for long for chance they might break between their weight and the strain of the storm. Pluckystep leaned down whilst Stockystep held her in place, keeping a firm grip on her tail so she didn’t slip. As Stoutpaw was swept beneath their tree, Pluckystep snatched hold of her son, tossing him safely back to shore. Unfortunately, it was then that the branch snapped, sending the two cat’s plummeting into the rampant river. They were had no such luck as their son to have landed upon driftwood, but instead splashed into the cold, wildly churning water, and were swept away with the tides.

After the death of his parents, Stoutpaw changed dramatically. The bullying continued as bad as ever, and Twitchfoot had only become sourer after his failed plot. Without his parents, the only two cats who had ever seemed to fully love and accept him, Stoutpaw’s bitterness and rage grew untamed. No comforting words or kind looks were offered, he was alone, and an outcast among his own clan. Stoutpaw was unaware Twitchfoot had tripped him on purpose, but was still angry, for it was Twitchfoot’s clumsiness that had led to the chain of events resulting in Pluckystep and Stockyfang’s demise. After having failed in ridding himself of the hideous apprentice and instead killing two other cats, Twitchfoot felt too ashamed to try again. He still disliked Stoutpaw, but he decided to continue training the little tom so as to keep from making such a mistake again.
Between the bullying and his unpleasant mentor, Stoutpaw felt himself slip away into a world of desolation and wrath. He devoted all of his pent up emotion to training; and as he grew, so too did his figure. Though still not Lithe and quick, Stoutpaw had become muscled and sturdy. He learned all the battle skills he could from Twitchfoot as well as those from watching other Riverclanner’s in their training sessions. It soon became apparent that he had a talent for battle moves and fighting.

Warrior (updated regularly with current events):
At 12 moons, Stoutpaw was named Stoutclaw, for his remarkable fighting skills. Combined with his now terrible temper, Stoutclaw was known as a cat to steer clear of in both the battle field and informally. Though his looks had improved as he grew, they quickly deteriorated again as he gained multiple scars in combat and soon came to look like the rugged cat he is.
Stoutclaw had generally disliked all other clans, having heard stories of the snobby kittypets in Thunderclan, the sly frog eaters in Shadowclan, the petite rabbit munchers in Windclan, and the scaredy tree-climbers in Skyclan. None of them had ever sounded like real warriors to him. As he aged, however, his interactions with the rival clans increased.
Wandering along the border one day, he came across a Shadowclanner. He had indifferently strayed too far from the Riverclan side and crossed over unawares, leading to a skirmish between the two. Though it had been meant as nothing more than a scuffle, Stoutclaw had gotten carried away and murdered the she-cat, Lilypad. He tried his best to hide the evidence of his crime and tossed fragrant smelling plants near the body to disguise his scent. Stoutclaw tried to avoid Shadowclan after that; however, his efforts failed miserably.
Stoutclaw encountered a half-clanner by the name of Pebblefur who resided in Shadowclan. The two clashed along the border, Stoutclaw having gone too far in his bantering and evoked a fight. After a failed attempt at cold blooded murder, his ear was shredded and his pride wounded, but he vowed vengeance upon the grey and white warrior.
Pebblefur and Stoutclaw chance upon one another for a second time, this encounter was by the docks of a lake; and having entangled themselves in a quarrel yet again, the two tumbled into a small, worn-down rowboat and drifted far from the shore. The enemies had to work together to survive their predicament, though Stoutclaw still refused to be friends in the end.
Stoutclaw was acquainted with Thistleburr of his own clan. The toms found a common interest in their bloodlust and together they embarked upon a quest to find answers concerning the abundant dead fish and various other aquatic life forms washed upon the shore. Along their expedition, they came in contact with a loner queen and her kits. Being an uncooperative she-cat, Stoutclaw killed her, but not before she raked a jagged scar across his face. The two toms left her kits for dead and their current whereabouts are unknown.
While fishing, Stoutclaw met a Thunderclan she-cat by the name of Rockytail hunting along the opposite bank. A new feeling took hold of the rugged tom and he instantly fell head over paws for the spirited calico. The two began meeting in secret, however it was only a matter of time before he met her family. Her brother turned out to be none other than Pebblefur. Stoutclaw remained begrudging to the Shadowclan tom but his affection for Rockytail remained and the two continue to meet.
Stoutclaw had a run in with yet another Shadowclanner, this time a Queen named Darkfeather. The two where enemies almost instantly and Stoutclaw even threatened her unborn kits. The strong-willed feline promised, however, that she wouldn’t allow him to lay a claw upon her kittens.
Goldenheart, a Riverclan tom that Stoutclaw had considered a friend, confides to the rugged tabby that he will likely be leaving the clan to join his Shadowclan mate, Shadefeather of Shadowclan. He also informs Stoutclaw that he is the third littermate of Rockytail and Pebblefur. Feeling hateful of the clan that continues to have a negative impact on his life, Stoutclaw hardens himself against emotional attachments even further.
Meeting a young tom called Jetpaw at a gathering; the two form a sort of frienemies relationship. Outwardly loathing each other but sticking up for one another if the situation calls for it. The dark pelted Skyclan apprentice nicknames Stoutclaw, Squarejaw. Stoutclaw in turn strains his uninventive mind to call Jetpaw all manner of names. During the gathering, Stoutclaw dares Jetpaw to measure up to his boasting and show that he is as good with she-cat’s as he says. Jetpaw wins the bet, having successfully flirted with a she-cat named Scatterpaw that latter becomes unhealthily obsessed with him. While conversing, Jetpaw sets a hesitant waver to Stoutclaw’s beliefs in Starclan, telling him that the leaders have but one life like the rest of them and just stage their deaths to keep the clans in line and fearing the unknown powers of the cats in the stars.
Through the kind influence of Rockytail, Stoutclaw begins to reconsider what he has done in his life, going so far as to feel regret for a number of of his actions. However, it is unclear whether or not he is motivated enough to change his ways.

Family:
Mother: Pluckystep
Father: Stockyfang
Sibling: None

Relationships

( Dead )
( Family )
( Apprentice/Mentor)

Unsure/Acquaintance
Distant
Respect
Admiration
Trust
Friend
Best Friend
Ultimate Confident and Friend
Mysterious
Curious
Surprise
Attraction
Crush
Love
Annoyance/Irritation
Awkward
Fear
Tension
Hate
Betrayal/Broken Relationship

(currently in progress)

Riverclan

lll Thistleburr- "Heh. This guys great! Really knows how to have some fun!"Together, Stoutclaw and Thistleburr find happiness in making those around them unbearably miserable Friends till the end, the have faced many an epic adventure together, usually involving death, violence, killing, gore, blood, and other such pleasantries. Alone, they are trouble; together they are mayhem. They are like brothers sometimes, despite their many physical differences.

lll Thistleburr has been acting quite strange lately and Stoutclaw can't seem to figure out why. Its irritating him to breaking point and Thistleburr's new distracted habits have nearly gotten the both of them killed!

Uncontrollably devastated by his dearest friend's murder, Stoutclaw has vowed to find and destroy his killer and take revenge.

lll lll lll lll lll Bluepaw-"Useless runt! He's as mouse brined as they come!"
Stoutclaw is constantly nagging him to do better. Nothing is ever good enough. He presses he young tom with difficult, hard core warrior training, putting extra emphasis on fighting, and the two have hurt one another more than once. Stout is near giving up on the cat already as he has yet to meet his high expectations of an exceptional fighter.

lll lll Goldenheart- "He's not soooo bad...I guess...just so long as he keeps our little secret!"
After Goldenheart tromps on his tail, Stoutclaw attempts to bully the tom into submission. Golden offers a favor in return and Stout demands he keep the request a secret. He gained a begrudging respect for the cat after he stood up for himself despite how intimidating he was.

lll lll lll Mixed feeling have arisen as Stout learns more about the tom he had earlier considered something of a friend. He is a brother of Rockytail, which is nice, but he admitted the possibility of joining Shadowclan to be with his mate. To leave Riverclan would mean to leave Stoutclaw. He has become quite upset over this idea and has distanced himself from Golden.

lll lll lll Vixenshade- "Wow! I still go it~ strange, pretty she-cat's come flocking to me."
Stoutclaw still doesn't know much about this mysterious she-cat, but already he's gained a bit of a fascination with her. She's intelligent, pretty, and there's just something... peculiar about her. He wants to find out what that is.

Unfortunately, he never got a chance to get to know Vixenshade better after their first encounter.

Quailfur- //pending

Tigersun- //pending

Thunderclan

lll lll lll Rockytail- "Ah...my dearest Rockytail... How I wish to tell you how I really feel. I just don't know how to say it." It's true, this rugged old cat has found a she-cat he fancies. Unfortunately she is from another clan, his worst nemesis's sister, and way out of his league. Poor guy. He's only just met her recently, but fell head over paws, even having offering to teach her how to swim. That plan backfired, however, when she nearly drowned to an incoming log. He hopes to get to know her better and they agreed to meet again.

After meeting a few more times, He's convinced he's totally in love with her. However, she is indecently the sister of cat he despises. They have begun to meet regularly and show signs of affection, but are still seemingly far from anything serious. Stoutclaw is much to nervous to tell her how he is really feeling.

lll Robincall: "She tricked me somehow! No way did a she-cat defeat me!" While looking for Rockytail along the border, Stoutclaw instead stumbles upon the pregnant Robincall. The two immediately dislike each other and start a viscous fight, both of which earn scars. Stoutclaw, a terrible wound inflicted upon his stomach, hobbles away to hide in deep humiliation. Unable to swim the river in such a condition he must hide in Thunderclan territory.

Lynxshade- "Mousebrained tom! Only has three legs!" The two rival clan warriors don't hit it off very well due to Stoutclaw impulsively shouting insults at him from across the river.

Skyclan

/ lll Jetpaw- "Brat. Just like all the other apprentice's everywhere. Brats." Stoutclaw outwardly hates the cocky young tom, challenging everything he says and countering his telltales with mockery. Though inwardly, he secretly enjoys the little guys company. Jetpaw nicknames him 'Squarejaw' and Stoutclaw in turn has strained his uninventive mind to call him all manner of things. At one point during the gathering, Stoutclaw bets the dark feline to woo a she-cat and prove his abilities with the ladies are as good as he says. He manages this with some gal called Scatterpaw and wins the bet, much to Stoutclaw's annoyance. They also converse about Starclan and Jetpaw claims that it is a fake, intricately weaved deception to keep the cats of the clans fearing the unknown and obedient to their leaders and code.

Windclan

lll Ashenflight- "Rabbitmuncher! A weak, useless cat. She could die for all I care!" The two warriors do not get along well and fought bitterly upon their first encounter.

Shadowclan

Pebblefur-

Foxtrot-

lll lll lll lll lll Lilypad- "I-I killed her. The first clan cat I have ever murdered." At first, Stoutclaw was nervous as to his welfare after killing the Shadowclan she-cat. Would Starclan strike him down for such an unspeakable crime? Would some cat find out and turn him in? Would he be banished? But none of this ever happened and instead of worry he began to relish within the victorious thought of killing a cat of the clans. He really didn't know much about her, but decided he hated her from the start.

Endersoul-

lll Spiritkit- "She's ok...for a Shadowclan kit. Too cheeky if anything." Stoutclaw acquires slight, soft-hearted feelings for the young kitten who strayed from camp. He's impressed by her bravery and witty remarks, calling her a 'clever kid'. After helping her find her father of whom he had made a previous negative encounter, he leaves the two and heads home without a fight.

Loner/Rogue

Role Play Sample:

From TBT (Scatterpaw)

…For a while, padding along quietly, she listened contently to the beautiful bird song echoing all around her. Then something a bit out of place reached her ears. It was high in pitch and had a musical twinkle to it like the fowl, yet… she had never heard it before. Was it a new kind of a bird?

Her curiosity piqued, the young she-cat pranced to the right, ears perked, and stood atop a small rock to scan the scenery before her. The cheery spring landscape sloped downward not far in front of her. Spring was in full bloom by now and beautiful wildflowers swayed pleasantly in the breeze far and wide. The trees were bursting with brilliant jade leaves, the sun shining through the partially transparent ones and coming out the other end in a green tinted ray of light.
The beautiful tinkling sound continued, ringing faintly through the forest.

Description
Think: The bad guy’s henchman

Name: Stoutkit Stoutpaw Stoutclaw

Age: 84 moons/7 years/About 40 human years

Gender: Male/Tom

Breed: 50% American Shorthair, 10% Scottish Fold, 10% Exotic Shorthair, 10% Munchkin, 10% British Shorthair, 10% Moggie

Clan: Riverclan

Rank: Warrior

Description: Pale Blonde (sandy) fur with light brownish marbled tabby pattern. Black markings intermit his pelt and large black M’s are present above each eye. White chest and belly. Shorthair. Black nose and pink and black paw pads. Mottled amber eyes, varying in shades of yellow, gold, tawny, and orange. Stout build, very wide barreled chest. Average height, however he is very bulky and appears larger by mass. Massive paws. Angular head.

Scars:

Right ear shredded- fight with Pebblefur
Jagged scar runs across face from top right to bottom left- Murder of loner queen
Leg scar (back, left) located just above the paw - Murder of Lilypad

Personality: [Dependent] [Bully] [Loyal] [Grouchy] [Troublemaker] [Bloodlust] [Blind Rage] [Insecure]

Dependent {Uninventive} {A bit Stupid} {Dull} {Shallow} - Not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer, Stoutclaw has a hard time coming up with his own ideas and isn’t much for deep thinking. You may find him hanging around other cats with similar immoral dispositions to his, but who possess more for intelligence and creativity, thus more inventive ways to cause trouble. He is quite keen to listen to their orders and willing to do the dirty work as long as he gets some fun mischief or an entertaining fight out of the deal.

Bully {Brute} {Aggressive} {Temperamental} {Cruel} - Stoutclaw may grumble and gripe over his lowly tasks and social rank intermittently, often taking it out on other cats if he feels he can get away with it. These vent victims are often weaker, lower ranked, etc.; thus giving him a sense of power in knowing there are worse off cats then himself and he can pick on them freely. Whether it’s just for fun, or because he needs to vent, Stoutclaw is a bully.

Loyal {Chauvinist} - Despite his rather felonious activities, he does, in fact, feel some loyalty to his clan, as faint as it may be. If Riverclan is insulted, you can be sure he’ll have made an attempt at mischief to the offending clan. More often than not, however, he’s using the insult as an excuse for his troublesome actions. Though it may be against the warrior code to border crossing and steal prey, he is, in his own way, acting in defense to his clan; even if it isn’t the preferred method for justifying a wrong.
He is also loyal to those he cares about (a choosy few) and most definitely to the leader of his little malice making posse, always prepared to carry out his leader’s orders and cause distressing mayhem for the unfortunate cats chosen as victims.

Grouchy {Temperamental} {Unstable emotions} {Bi-Polar} {Rude} - Stoutclaw always seems to be in permanent ‘grouch mode’. A scowl appears to be perpetually glued to his face. Almost everyone seems to annoy him. Chatterboxes, spitters, dreamers, and giggly she-cats get on his nerves like crazy… and he isn’t hesitant to let them know how he’s feeling, usually in a rather cantankerous way. He especially hates kits and rebellious young cats, finding them annoying and unreasonable. It’s a wonder sometimes if he really likes anyone but himself, and even that’s questionable.

Troublemaker {Bully} {Cruel} {Unkind} {Reckless} {Brute} {Rebellious} {Hedonistic} {Insensitive} Always on the lookout for trouble, Stoutclaw takes great pleasure in pulling pranks and braking rules, indifferent to the feelings he hurts or consequences he’ll face. From luring a feline unable to swim into the river, to slipping herbs with unpleasant results into a cat’s meal… Stoutclaw takes great pleasure in seeing the pains and struggles of others. He isn’t much for rules either, often hunting in other clan’s territories if prey is short in Riverclan or if he’s just feeling reckless. He often feeds himself before bringing any fresh kill back to his clan, resulting in his somewhat well-fed appearance all year round. If something is marked as off-limits, you can be sure to find Stoutclaw trundling about right in the middle of it.

Bloodlust {viscous} {cruel} – It’s not uncommon for Stoutclaw to get ‘carried away’. Whether in the heat of battle, or just in the mood, the viscous tom will show little mercy. Often times he’ll play with his food before killing it, making sure it has a slow and painful death.

Blind Rage Fierce} {Furious} {Antisocial} {Ferocious} Stoutclaw is prone to “Blind Rage”. When angered beyond his capacity, he will fight ferociously and blindly. He can be easily avoided in his careless state of fury, because of his lack of focus, but if caught up in his vicious, angry charge, the outcome can be fatal.

Insecure {Once bitten twice shy} – His emotional insecurity is likely a result of his bullying. Stoutclaw can hardly stand being rejected in anyway, though he rarely shows this weakness, due to his years of hardening against negative influence. Because he is so pent up inside, It is very hard (and rare) for him to reach out to someone he would like to call a friend. If he feels he has been rejected or betrayed, Stoutclaw may distance himself from said cat as a defense mechanism to protect his emotions further. It is unlikely he could ever bring himself to mend a broken relationship. Insults and other such issues caused by cats don’t bother him a bit, so long as the one trying to antagonize him wasn’t a former friend or someone he had exposed himself to.

((By loyal I don’t mean to an extreme level. It is still possible for him to trick or betray someone he may have been devoted to before if given a good reason. And that pretty much goes for everything. A personality trait doesn’t mean someone acts that way to a degree of unfaltering performance, but that they generally behave in such a manner.))

History:

Kit:
Pluckystep and Stockyfang had wanted kits dearly, but seemed unable to produce any. They were just beginning to accept the fact that they would never have a family of their own when, nearing their prime, Pluckystep found herself to be expecting. The couple were overjoyed and waited with great anticipation for the day of their kits arrival.
Come time, only a single kit was birthed. A small and weak little specimen, the medicine cat advised the new parents not to get too attached, as he would likely die before morning.
However, the little tom lived, and was given much tender attention and fussing over by his parents.
Stoutkit, they named him, for his already obvious build gained from both parent’s genes.
Stoutkit was a bit slow, in both mind development and physical growth. He also had an awkward, angular build. His head was large and bulky, his paws exceedingly large, and overall his entire body appeared disproportioned. Despite all of his obvious faults, however, his parents loved him dearly.
Because of his appearance, Stoutkit was teased and taunted by the other young cats. Kits would peer at him from behind the safety of their mothers and refuse to play with him, only approaching the little tom in groups to snicker and gawk.
Apprentices would dare each other to approach the kitten as close as they risked, having rumored among themselves that his ugly and stupidness was an illness and that they would catch it if they came in contact with him.
Adult cats, too, showed discontent of the peculiar kitten. He would catch snippets of their conversations; overhearing the elders gossiping about the ‘that thing in the nursery’ or he would spot the warriors giving him strange looks and whispering with bent heads to one another as he toddled by.
Being of a naturally cheerful, oblivious, and roly-poly sort of temperament; Stoutkit didn’t understand at first why everyone acted so strangely around him. Being a bit slow minded and pudgy, he was made a popular target for bullying. After a while, however, he began to understand what was going on around him. And he began to grow resentful. A rancorous anger began to kindle inside the kit at his tender age, and soon he became unbearably temperamental, lashing out or crying bitterly when teased. His parents did their best to comfort him and calm his growing fury, telling him it would get better when he was older and he could show them his worth as a warrior. This worked at first, sedating his temper with their soothing words, and probably might have cured him of this rising animosity, but the tides took a turn for the worse.

Apprentice:
Twitchfoot, his mentor, was a fidgety cat. Very self-conscious of his status and aware of what others might think of him. Timid too, never liking the spotlight put on him. He felt of excessive need to keep up a clean profile and though he liked gossip, he hated to be its subject. Twitchfoot was not particular pleased to have been apprenticed with such a useless looking young feline. Stoutpaw was quite unlike the other apprentices. He was not lithe and quick, nor large a strong… but very plump and stout. This would not do at all! One of the least popular cats, who was the topic of much blather…his apprentice! What would the others say? But he couldn’t decline. Oh, no. He would only bring more attention to himself in that he might try to speak against the leader’s decisions. With much distaste, he accepted his awful fate of 6 moons to train the ugly little scrap.
Twitchfoot was repulsed by his own novice, often avoiding eye contact and flinching away from the young tom’s touch as if he were diseased. He absolutely loathed it when he spotted other cats watching him train the ugly little kitten, a strange look on their faces as they studied the clumsy movements of the awkward apprentice. How absolutely shameful that he should be put through this! Now a subject of gossip! Cats had begun to avoid Twitchfoot as well; now that he trained the peculiar little marbled tabby. No longer was he welcomed in sharing tongues as he once was, nor did many cats bother to sit by him during meals. He felt as though he was gradually becoming shunned and sinking ever lower in the socially ranked system of approval. His respect and esteem now diminutive.
This bothered the self-interested tom so much in fact, that he began to plot of a way to rid himself of his apprentice. He couldn’t speak up against the leader’s wishes; that might only make his reputation worse, perhaps seeming rebellious like!
…but what if…perhaps…something were to happen to the little cat? What if he were to…maybe… die?
Yes. Twitchfoot was to the desperate point of conceiving murder. And he took it seriously. Anything for his public image. Besides, the young tom didn’t appear of much use anyway. He was clumsy, stupid, and small…thus far having shown no potential use in hunting, fighting, or even medicine. The clan wouldn’t miss him. In fact, he would be doing them all favor, getting rid of the extra mouth to feed.
It wasn’t long before Twitchfoot got his chance.
A harsh storm blew into camp but a half moon after Twitchfoot’s idea. Taking his apprentice out of camp, he had in mind to make it look like an accident. They were just fishing in the river when Stoutpaw slipped and was carried away in the storm chopped currents, it would have been suicide for Twitchfoot to have jumped in to try and save the young tom. It was pouring rain by the time the two cats reached the bank of the already swelling canal. Twitchfoot faked a tripping movement in case anyone might be watching, and crashed into his small student, sending the little cat tumbling headfirst into the water. But chance be with him, Stoutpaw hooked his claws upon a bit of passing debris, and was carried swiftly away by the raging storm. Having pulled himself atop a flat length of bark, the small feline held on for dear life, wailing desperately, his caterwauls over taken by the deafening thunder and pounding torrent.
Earlier, Pluckyfang and Stockystep had noticed their son’s absence in the coming storm, and had set out to find him. They reached the shore in time to see their only child being swept away on a piece of drifting debris, crying for help. Leaping into action, the two rushed ahead of their kit and climbing an overhanging tree, its branches splayed over the water. The branches were thin and swayed wildly in the savage wind; the duo couldn’t stay on them for long for chance they might break between their weight and the strain of the storm. Pluckystep leaned down whilst Stockystep held her in place, keeping a firm grip on her tail so she didn’t slip. As Stoutpaw was swept beneath their tree, Pluckystep snatched hold of her son, tossing him safely back to shore. Unfortunately, it was then that the branch snapped, sending the two cat’s plummeting into the rampant river. They were had no such luck as their son to have landed upon driftwood, but instead splashed into the cold, wildly churning water, and were swept away with the tides.

After the death of his parents, Stoutpaw changed dramatically. The bullying continued as bad as ever, and Twitchfoot had only become sourer after his failed plot. Without his parents, the only two cats who had ever seemed to fully love and accept him, Stoutpaw’s bitterness and rage grew untamed. No comforting words or kind looks were offered, he was alone, and an outcast among his own clan. Stoutpaw was unaware Twitchfoot had tripped him on purpose, but was still angry, for it was Twitchfoot’s clumsiness that had led to the chain of events resulting in Pluckystep and Stockyfang’s demise. After having failed in ridding himself of the hideous apprentice and instead killing two other cats, Twitchfoot felt too ashamed to try again. He still disliked Stoutpaw, but he decided to continue training the little tom so as to keep from making such a mistake again.
Between the bullying and his unpleasant mentor, Stoutpaw felt himself slip away into a world of desolation and wrath. He devoted all of his pent up emotion to training; and as he grew, so too did his figure. Though still not Lithe and quick, Stoutpaw had become muscled and sturdy. He learned all the battle skills he could from Twitchfoot as well as those from watching other Riverclanner’s in their training sessions. It soon became apparent that he had a talent for battle moves and fighting.

Warrior (updated regularly with current events):
At 12 moons, Stoutpaw was named Stoutclaw, for his remarkable fighting skills. Combined with his now terrible temper, Stoutclaw was known as a cat to steer clear of in both the battle field and informally. Though his looks had improved as he grew, they quickly deteriorated again as he gained multiple scars in combat and soon came to look like the rugged cat he is.
Stoutclaw had generally disliked all other clans, having heard stories of the snobby kittypets in Thunderclan, the sly frog eaters in Shadowclan, the petite rabbit munchers in Windclan, and the scaredy tree-climbers in Skyclan. None of them had ever sounded like real warriors to him. As he aged, however, his interactions with the rival clans increased.
Wandering along the border one day, he came across a Shadowclanner. He had indifferently strayed too far from the Riverclan side and crossed over unawares, leading to a skirmish between the two. Though it had been meant as nothing more than a scuffle, Stoutclaw had gotten carried away and murdered the she-cat, Lilypad. He tried his best to hide the evidence of his crime and tossed fragrant smelling plants near the body to disguise his scent. Stoutclaw tried to avoid Shadowclan after that; however, his efforts failed miserably.
Stoutclaw encountered a half-clanner by the name of Pebblefur who resided in Shadowclan. The two clashed along the border, Stoutclaw having gone too far in his bantering and evoked a fight. After a failed attempt at cold blooded murder, his ear was shredded and his pride wounded, but he vowed vengeance upon the grey and white warrior.
Pebblefur and Stoutclaw chance upon one another for a second time, this encounter was by the docks of a lake; and having entangled themselves in a quarrel yet again, the two tumbled into a small, worn-down rowboat and drifted far from the shore. The enemies had to work together to survive their predicament, though Stoutclaw still refused to be friends in the end.
Stoutclaw was acquainted with Thistleburr of his own clan. The toms found a common interest in their bloodlust and together they embarked upon a quest to find answers concerning the abundant dead fish and various other aquatic life forms washed upon the shore. Along their expedition, they came in contact with a loner queen and her kits. Being an uncooperative she-cat, Stoutclaw killed her, but not before she raked a jagged scar across his face. The two toms left her kits for dead and their current whereabouts are unknown.
While fishing, Stoutclaw met a Thunderclan she-cat by the name of Rockytail hunting along the opposite bank. A new feeling took hold of the rugged tom and he instantly fell head over paws for the spirited calico. The two began meeting in secret, however it was only a matter of time before he met her family. Her brother turned out to be none other than Pebblefur. Stoutclaw remained begrudging to the Shadowclan tom but his affection for Rockytail remained and the two continue to meet.
Stoutclaw had a run in with yet another Shadowclanner, this time a Queen named Darkfeather. The two where enemies almost instantly and Stoutclaw even threatened her unborn kits. The strong-willed feline promised, however, that she wouldn’t allow him to lay a claw upon her kittens.
Goldenheart, a Riverclan tom that Stoutclaw had considered a friend, confides to the rugged tabby that he will likely be leaving the clan to join his Shadowclan mate, Shadefeather of Shadowclan. He also informs Stoutclaw that he is the third littermate of Rockytail and Pebblefur. Feeling hateful of the clan that continues to have a negative impact on his life, Stoutclaw hardens himself against emotional attachments even further.
Meeting a young tom called Jetpaw at a gathering; the two form a sort of frienemies relationship. Outwardly loathing each other but sticking up for one another if the situation calls for it. The dark pelted Skyclan apprentice nicknames Stoutclaw, Squarejaw. Stoutclaw in turn strains his uninventive mind to call Jetpaw all manner of names. During the gathering, Stoutclaw dares Jetpaw to measure up to his boasting and show that he is as good with she-cat’s as he says. Jetpaw wins the bet, having successfully flirted with a she-cat named Scatterpaw that latter becomes unhealthily obsessed with him. While conversing, Jetpaw sets a hesitant waver to Stoutclaw’s beliefs in Starclan, telling him that the leaders have but one life like the rest of them and just stage their deaths to keep the clans in line and fearing the unknown powers of the cats in the stars.
Through the kind influence of Rockytail, Stoutclaw begins to reconsider what he has done in his life, going so far as to feel regret for a number of of his actions. However, it is unclear whether or not he is motivated enough to change his ways.

Family:
Mother: Pluckystep
Father: Stockyfang
Sibling: None

Relationships

( Dead )
( Family )
( Apprentice/Mentor)

Unsure/Acquaintance
Distant
Respect
Admiration
Trust
Friend
Best Friend
Ultimate Confident and Friend
Mysterious
Curious
Surprise
Attraction
Crush
Love
Annoyance/Irritation
Awkward
Fear
Tension
Hate
Betrayal/Broken Relationship

(currently in progress)

Riverclan

lll Thistleburr- "Heh. This guys great! Really knows how to have some fun!"Together, Stoutclaw and Thistleburr find happiness in making those around them unbearably miserable Friends till the end, the have faced many an epic adventure together, usually involving death, violence, killing, gore, blood, and other such pleasantries. Alone, they are trouble; together they are mayhem. They are like brothers sometimes, despite their many physical differences.

lll Thistleburr has been acting quite strange lately and Stoutclaw can't seem to figure out why. Its irritating him to breaking point and Thistleburr's new distracted habits have nearly gotten the both of them killed!

Uncontrollably devastated by his dearest friend's murder, Stoutclaw has vowed to find and destroy his killer and take revenge.

lll lll lll lll lll Bluepaw-"Useless runt! He's as mouse brined as they come!"
Stoutclaw is constantly nagging him to do better. Nothing is ever good enough. He presses he young tom with difficult, hard core warrior training, putting extra emphasis on fighting, and the two have hurt one another more than once. Stout is near giving up on the cat already as he has yet to meet his high expectations of an exceptional fighter.

lll lll Goldenheart- "He's not soooo bad...I guess...just so long as he keeps our little secret!"
After Goldenheart tromps on his tail, Stoutclaw attempts to bully the tom into submission. Golden offers a favor in return and Stout demands he keep the request a secret. He gained a begrudging respect for the cat after he stood up for himself despite how intimidating he was.

lll lll lll Mixed feeling have arisen as Stout learns more about the tom he had earlier considered something of a friend. He is a brother of Rockytail, which is nice, but he admitted the possibility of joining Shadowclan to be with his mate. To leave Riverclan would mean to leave Stoutclaw. He has become quite upset over this idea and has distanced himself from Golden.

lll lll lll Vixenshade- "Wow! I still go it~ strange, pretty she-cat's come flocking to me."
Stoutclaw still doesn't know much about this mysterious she-cat, but already he's gained a bit of a fascination with her. She's intelligent, pretty, and there's just something... peculiar about her. He wants to find out what that is.

Unfortunately, he never got a chance to get to know Vixenshade better after their first encounter.

Quailfur- //pending

Tigersun- //pending

Thunderclan

lll lll lll Rockytail- "Ah...my dearest Rockytail... How I wish to tell you how I really feel. I just don't know how to say it." It's true, this rugged old cat has found a she-cat he fancies. Unfortunately she is from another clan, his worst nemesis's sister, and way out of his league. Poor guy. He's only just met her recently, but fell head over paws, even having offering to teach her how to swim. That plan backfired, however, when she nearly drowned to an incoming log. He hopes to get to know her better and they agreed to meet again.

After meeting a few more times, He's convinced he's totally in love with her. However, she is indecently the sister of cat he despises. They have begun to meet regularly and show signs of affection, but are still seemingly far from anything serious. Stoutclaw is much to nervous to tell her how he is really feeling.

lll Robincall: "She tricked me somehow! No way did a she-cat defeat me!" While looking for Rockytail along the border, Stoutclaw instead stumbles upon the pregnant Robincall. The two immediately dislike each other and start a viscous fight, both of which earn scars. Stoutclaw, a terrible wound inflicted upon his stomach, hobbles away to hide in deep humiliation. Unable to swim the river in such a condition he must hide in Thunderclan territory.

Lynxshade- "Mousebrained tom! Only has three legs!" The two rival clan warriors don't hit it off very well due to Stoutclaw impulsively shouting insults at him from across the river.

Skyclan

/ lll Jetpaw- "Brat. Just like all the other apprentice's everywhere. Brats." Stoutclaw outwardly hates the cocky young tom, challenging everything he says and countering his telltales with mockery. Though inwardly, he secretly enjoys the little guys company. Jetpaw nicknames him 'Squarejaw' and Stoutclaw in turn has strained his uninventive mind to call him all manner of things. At one point during the gathering, Stoutclaw bets the dark feline to woo a she-cat and prove his abilities with the ladies are as good as he says. He manages this with some gal called Scatterpaw and wins the bet, much to Stoutclaw's annoyance. They also converse about Starclan and Jetpaw claims that it is a fake, intricately weaved deception to keep the cats of the clans fearing the unknown and obedient to their leaders and code.

Windclan

lll Ashenflight- "Rabbitmuncher! A weak, useless cat. She could die for all I care!" The two warriors do not get along well and fought bitterly upon their first encounter.

Shadowclan

Pebblefur-

Foxtrot-

lll lll lll lll lll Lilypad- "I-I killed her. The first clan cat I have ever murdered." At first, Stoutclaw was nervous as to his welfare after killing the Shadowclan she-cat. Would Starclan strike him down for such an unspeakable crime? Would some cat find out and turn him in? Would he be banished? But none of this ever happened and instead of worry he began to relish within the victorious thought of killing a cat of the clans. He really didn't know much about her, but decided he hated her from the start.

Endersoul-

lll Spiritkit- "She's ok...for a Shadowclan kit. Too cheeky if anything." Stoutclaw acquires slight, soft-hearted feelings for the young kitten who strayed from camp. He's impressed by her bravery and witty remarks, calling her a 'clever kid'. After helping her find her father of whom he had made a previous negative encounter, he leaves the two and heads home without a fight.

Loner/Rogue

Role Play Sample:

From TBT (Scatterpaw)

…For a while, padding along quietly, she listened contently to the beautiful bird song echoing all around her. Then something a bit out of place reached her ears. It was high in pitch and had a musical twinkle to it like the fowl, yet… she had never heard it before. Was it a new kind of a bird?

Her curiosity piqued, the young she-cat pranced to the right, ears perked, and stood atop a small rock to scan the scenery before her. The cheery spring landscape sloped downward not far in front of her. Spring was in full bloom by now and beautiful wildflowers swayed pleasantly in the breeze far and wide. The trees were bursting with brilliant jade leaves, the sun shining through the partially transparent ones and coming out the other end in a green tinted ray of light.
The beautiful tinkling sound continued, ringing faintly through the forest.