fading in the rain.

[( LOST )]

. they call me FADEDSTRIPE!

Name:
-- Fadedstripe.
Age:
-- Twenty-two moons young.
Gender:
-- Tom.
Rank:
-- Warrior.
Clan:
-- Riverclan.

All I can say, is that this boy is still the same,
It's the man inside that's changed.

Short Appearance:
-- lanky pale gray tabby tom with vivid blue hues.
Detaile Appearance:
-- Eyes.
Vivid blue orbs mirror that of Fadedstripe's thoughts and emotions. The tom is very disciplined with his gaze. Fadedstripe usually had nothing to hide, and lets his emotions shine through the glassy blue orbs. The tabby can usually be seen with a bright, cheerful, enthusiastic expression to will his Clan on. However when danger lurks, or gatherings near, Fadedstripe's expression and eyes fall reserved. Careful to give away no more than needed about his clan, Stoneclan.

Icy, vivid blue in color, Fadedstripe tries to keep his expression bright. However when angered or such, such blue orbs can become sharp, so to speak. Fadedstripe's eyes are very opinionated, as in, when he's feeling something, he's usually to express it in the eyes, rather than with words of with brute strength.

Build.
Fadedstripe has his father's build. Not to big, not too small. In a way, he has a medium build. He's not this biggest brute in the forest, lending him almighty strength, though he'd not the smallest, to lend him intense speed. Fadedstripe sits casually in the middle, content as he is. He's not as quick as some of those speedy felines. Fadedstripe's build offers him a sanctuary of happy-medium, in which the tom can get by on speed and strength combined.

Pelt.
Fadedstripe has a pale gray tabby pelt. His warrior name hailing for that very reason, due to the color of his pelt. He has a light smokey gray color to blanket his back and body. Dabs of white wash across his chest, paws, and tail tip. However pale charcoal stripes score across his back, slightly darker than the smokey color of his pelt, though not by much. Hence the 'faded' look of the 'stripe's. His stripes are not so defined as the average gray tabby, but they're still noticeable.
Personality:
-- Determined.
Suppose this is a natural trait for pretty much every and all warriors that walk the earthen floor. It takes a great deal of determination to become a warrior, and an even greater deal of determination to become a fine warrior at that. Fadedstripe is no exception to these commonalities. Suppose with determination, comes a stubborn nature. Now, don't get me wrong, the tom isn't about to embark on some battle of the prides with a headstrong apprentice. That would just be silly. Fadedstripe is stubborn in that if he is set upon a task, there is no way he will give up until that task is completed. Such a task may not be half-fast either, it has to be perfect. Because the warrior strives for perfection, which often becomes his downfall. The warrior is bound to his word, as if his very soul were to depend on it, and it would take something drastic to dissuade him from following through on that promise.

Loyal.
With determination, and a pride to upkeep his word, comes a loyalty. Fadedstripe isn't about to go and sell his soul to just anyone, as he would need to feel a bond first. He'd need to be willing to die before letting things fall apart at the tips of his claws. At this point, such a loyalty lies within his clan. Having grown up in the heart of the warriors' world, the tom knows nothing outside of the warrior code. He simply cannot imagine a life without his clan, his training, and his ancestry behind him. Fadedstripe; however, is a very paranoid feline. He has a habit of second guessing himself, and over thinking the simplest of tasks. This can create loyalty issues. Such as battle. This is something Fadedstripe greatly despises and though he'd never wish the day came, he would defend his clan at all costs. The tom has a great sense of pride in his clan, his clan mates, and what it means to be a warrior. Yet the motives behind it may be questioned every now and again. It disturbs his greatly to think about unleashing his claws into his own kind, yet he can think of no greater honor than to defend what he believes in. Odd, wouldn't you think?

Patient.
This is something that the tom never seems to be short on. As a warrior, Fadedstripe is stern towards those out of hand. Despite the pride he feels, the warrior will never allow it to be called into question, well, not so much as to get on his nerves in that sense. Fadedstripe is not easily offended and manages to shrug off harsh words that might be slung his way. He has a mild temper and level head. The warrior would much rather resolve conflict verbally rather than physically, though he is not always so lucky. Ultimately, Fadedstripe is timeless. He has a great deal of respect to those with more experience than he, yet an endless supply of patience for those younger, whom might not fully understand the situation.

Uncertainty.
For a warrior whom prides himself in being collected an well rounded, there are many things that worry the young tom. He has a habit of carrying the world upon his shoulders, yet you'll never catch a sigh from his lips. Fadedstripe, as earlier stated, is an over thinker. He blows things out of proportion, which he ultimately suffers for in the end. But this is something the tom burdens himself, as he would refuse to plague others with his silly worries and paranoia. On top of this, Fadedstripe is not fully confident in his relations with others. The warrior is humble in nature, therefore wooing and impressing she-cats is not something he may be particularly fond of. The lime light is not something Fadedstripe desires, yet would easily take action if the time called. The same goes for mentoring. The idea of training future warriors, of apprentices depending on him to learn the ways of the clans is utterly terrifying. He is uncertain of his abilities to teach, yet given the opportunity to mentor, he would feel a sense of pride.

And lastly, perhaps one of the biggest flaws in the young warrior's personality would be the uncertainty in his very faith. Fadedstripe is bound to and by the warrior code. The very idea of defying it would unnerve the tom greatly. Yet this code, set by their warrior ancestors, could be something Fadedstripe fears the most. The tabby wishes to believe in Starclan with all his heart, yet he can not fully wrap the idea around in his head. Not to say the tom does not believe in Starclan, but rather he is uncertain.
History:
-- It started long before the pale tabby's time. In all honesty, it was all about the two felines he'd grow to love and call his parents. It went way back before his time. And to be honest, in a way, it was sort of like the classic tale. Happily ever after. And in some of that twisted fabric, it defied it all. There's not really a paw to put on it's originality, but it's just how that happened.

The pair were born into the same Clan. Even in the same moon. Two of the queens happened to birth their kits days apart, in each litter, two very important felines were born. One of the kits, a smokey gray tom with the name of Alderkit, And the second? Well she was a pretty little tabby with the name of Sweetkit. Right off the bat, the pair grew to rather dislike each other. It was as though their personalities were far from compadible, they fought in almost everything. Be it just a quarrel, merely slinging insults at one another. Or fighting over who had gotten to the moss ball first. It was surprising they had not called each other enemies a long time ago.

Alderkit was scarcely calm and humble, like his parents. He showed traits to be incredibly stubborn, and even a little confident. Sweetkit, on the other paw, seemed to be equally stubborn with a strong sense of pride and ill temper. As the pair would grow older, and dawn on their sixth moon, things hadn't changed much. Maybe the hatred might have intensified. They shared an apprentice ceremony, though things didn't seem to loosen up. Their bickering got to the point where neither of apprentices could dare be brought on the same patrol, as they were both very competative, and things quickly grew from fun and games to mockery and furiousness.

Despite their fierce differences and cold shoulder toward each other, both Alderpaw and Sweetpaw attended their first gathering together. Flanked by their mentors, the young felines slithered into the moon bathed hollow in eager silence. Sweetpaw was always a social little thing, with a pride to protect of course. Anyway, it was evident. She got into a little quarrel with some cocky tom, though Alderpaw couldn't recall who he was. However it would have been unwise to start a scene at their first gathering, so Alderpaw leaped in to back his Clan mate up.

After a few sharp words were tossed back and forth, the foreign apprentice stalked off. The pair looked at each other for seemingly the first time after that. At least, the first time they did not see things in such a competitive way. Something seemed to click after that. The moons to follow, the pair were near inseparable. It's strange, how the littlest of things can make such an impact.

Their warrior ceremony was a few moons later. Sweetpaw earned the name of Sweetrain, and her companion? Well, Alderpaw would be known as Alderleaf. It was evident the pair were in love, and it didn't take long until miss Sweetrain would be moving to the nursery to raise her first litter. But something happened.

A few moons after the medicine cat determined the warrioress was pregnant, Alderleaf was slaughtered by a fox, trying to protect his first, and only apprentice. The queen was shattered, the only thing that willed her on were the darling kits growing inside her.

And with each painful sunrise, the date would finally come. Sweetrain went into labor early one dawn. Thankfully the medicine cat was quick to her aid, and by sun high, the kits were no longer in her stomach. A sweet little tabby she-kit lay still in the pit of the queens stomach, beside her, a pale gray tabby tom. However, he was not ghostly still like his sister, as she was born a still-born.

The she-kit had not lived very long, but she'd go to Starclan with the proud name of Daisykit, where she would be safe, so Sweetrain had told young Fadedkit. The little tom never knew his sister, but he'd always love her. He often asked Sweetrain why she had not given him a sibling to play with in the long days of the nursery. She would respond with a faint smile and a simple "Starclan had not willed it."

Fadedkit grew quickly, and six moons later, he'd move to the apprentice den. His mother took up the rank of a warrior once again. Training was went great. Fadedpaw was learning well off with his mentor. However the apprentice, now old enough to understand the ways of the world, was sidetracked when his mother was brought to the medicine cat den.

It was a harsh leaf bare. Worse than usual, it seemed. The young warrior had fallen ill, extremely so. But Sweetrain was slowly but surely growing stronger once again. The apprentice's training had slowed, however, and one sunset the medicine cat would fetch the pale tabby. "Fadedpaw?" The she-cat voice chimed, guarded as the tom would raise his head from careful paws. "Sweetrain has requested you." The apprentice's stomach immediately knotted, but he put on a determined face and slipped within the herb filled den.

Things had gotten worse, much worse. The she cat was incredible thin, clearly ill. As soon as the tom slithered into the den, her voice croaked from corner of the den, though Sweetrain didn't bother to lift her head, or didn't have the strength. "Fadedpaw. My incredible son." The purred roughly, her voice hoarse, a croak.

Fadedpaw could feel his paws want to give under him, and with an anxious look, the tom bounded across the den and crumbled before his mother. "Sweetrain, mom. Please don't do this to me. You talk as if this is a good bye!" The apprentice pleaded desperately, his voice rising as he fought back a wail.

The pretty tabby let a faint smile trace across her lips, as though he had not spoken at all. "I'm so proud of you, Fadedpaw. I love you, and I want you to know that. I couldn't have asked for better so-." Her voice was cut off by the anxious whine of Fadedpaw as he leaped to his paws, pelt bristling, blue orbs wide in fear and sorrow.

"No, no! Stop talking like that! Just stop it! I know that, this isn't a good bye. You were getting stronger, better!" The tom wailed out, and a trace of pain flickered across the she cats eyes. "I'm sorry, my son. But I must see my love once again, and my darling Daisykit. I'm sorry, Fadedpaw. I'll always be watching over you, remember that. I love you." Her sweet voice had grown to a whisper, and once again Fadedpaw crumbled into the dirt.

"What about me?" The pale gray tom wailed into the fading life of Sweetrain. "You're my only family! You can't leave me!" Fadedpaw was desperate, his claws digging into the ground as though he fought the urge to warn off the unseen enemies that attacked her body. There was pain of loss in Sweetrain's tawny eyes, though her smile was weak, it was meant to reassure her son. "I want you to grow up to be an incredible warrior, my darling. It was Starclan's will. I'm sorry, Fadedpaw." The she cat whispered.

Round blue orbs watched the life die from Sweetrain's eyes as the apprentice crouched rigid, his lips curling around the unheard words of 'Goodbye.' He felt shattered, as though a single gust of wind could fray him into shards of dusty ashes. And he'd be gone.

Every warrior must cope with loss. Fadedpaw had long since learned such a thing. He'd grown incredibly thin thin in the days to follow. But after a 'tough love' talk with his mentor, Fadedpaw was forced back to his paws and training began once again.

The tom found her sweet words echoing within his skull. "I want you to grow up to be an incredible warrior, my darling." Sweetrain seemed to whisper, almost as though she were standing right next to him. And with a new driven determination, Fadedpaw worked his tail off in the moons to follow. It was only a matter of time before he earned his warrior name.

Fadedpaw's warrior ceremony was one of the best days of his life, he'd earn the proud name of Fadedstripe, and with a surge of pride, the new warrior would look to the heavens, wondering oh so carefully, if his family were watching him. In all honesty, Fadedstripe couldn't wait to see his mother, and meet his father, even talk with his sister, who'd been born a still born.

The move to the warrior's den was quite the change, and it took getting used to. But the moons that came with it were incredible, everything seemed perfect. He'd later earn his first apprentice, Runningpaw. He was a sweet little tom, quiet and humble. Fadedstripe like his pure honesty, and the pair quickly grew close. The moons flew by, and almost too quickly, Runningpaw became a warrior. Fadedstripe was as proud as any mentor should have been, he'd meet with the young warrior every day to see how he liked being a warrior.

If I don't return from this life of a soldier,
Don't you be crying for me.

Family:
-- Alderleaf - Father - Deceased.
Sweetrain - Mother - Deceased.
Daisykit - Sister - Deceased.
Aspiration:
-- Naturally, the greatest influence when Fadedstripe as young was, of course, his mentor. The tom is very impressionable, and his mentor happened to be an experience, well rounded warrior. Fadedstripe looked up to him greatly, as the warrior shaped and modeled the tabby into who he is today. Now, the young warrior has grown up with a respect to senior warriors and those with experience. He looks to his clan mates and those superior to him with a great admiration. Ultimately, life itself is a key source of inspiration for the young warrior. (Success, earning trust, being an influence, general happiness, tranquility.)
Fears:
-- Failure, rejection from his clan, Starclan, starvation, isolation.

When you come around,
You're like a little slice of heaven when I'm coming down.

Username:
-- Lost!
Why Did You Join LUTD?:
-- Indigo.
Themesong:
-- Prayer of the refugee - rise against.
Other:
-- Llama.