Elkstep

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Name | Holliday Elkpaw Elkstep Gender | Tom Age | Thirty-nine moons Rank | Warrior Clan | MeadowClan Beliefs | "Live every second. Live right on to the end." Elkstep doesn't concern himself with StarClan, for all he uses their name in vain at any opportune moment. It's not that he doesn't believe in them...he just doesn't believe for one damned second that that's where he's going when he kicks it. Given that point, he's not going to waste his time pandering to the star-chasers on earth or the daisy-wavers in the sky. He lives his life the way he wants to live it, even if that means going against the warrior code. Because really, those are just guidelines, right? Parents | Burroughs [ m x father x unkown x np ] Alice [ f x mother x deceased x np ] Siblings | Margaret [ f x sister x unknown x np ] Mitchell [ m x brother x unkown x np ] Mate | Kate [ f x mate x unknown x np ] Kits | [ none that he knows of ] Apprentice | [ not yet ] Appearance | "Forgive me if I don't shake hands." Elkstep is a dusty grey-brown tabby with a small, lean frame. Scars interrupt the flow of his pelt intermittently, especially around the ears and back. The area around his hazel eyes is largely unmarred, though premature greying flecks his cheeks and muzzle. Personality | "Nonsense, I have not yet begun to defile myself. " It does not take much to get Elkstep in the mood to fly off the handle, and he's more than willing to whoop someone's ass ten ways to Tuesday. And if that makes him an ass...well then, yeah, he's a complete ass: not only that but he's perfectly comfortable with it, and more than happy to admit to his less-than-stellar attitude. No need to dodge around the truth. In conversation, Elkstep is very matter-of-fact. It's not very hard to get his meaning once you pick past the veiled (or more likely, unveiled) insults and the occasional sarcasm. Sometimes, he'll even speak slower, just for little ol' dumb you. When you've a mind to think that the whole world is against you (but really, how could you have known that calling someone a sleazy-ass son of a badger was offensive), you're not inclined to be particularly nice. Especially when you're talking to that world. His 'noble' moments are few and far in between and almost always have an ulterior motive behind them because let's face it, if you're worrying about other cats all the time you'll never have time for yourself. This tom loves his she-cats, and can you blame him? What's not to love about nice rumps. Er. I mean. The she-cats who are actually attracted to his rough and tumble nature read: attracted to assholes. Elkstep is not particularly faithful to these she-cats though, which may be the result of some vague sense of loyalty to his 'Big Nose' Kate. She was after all his mate, and that has to count for something, right? And well...Don't get him started on Essie. The one that got away. The one that, lord help him, came to Meadowclan of all goddamn places. Freaking christ. Elkstep is not without a sense of humor, and it is perhaps this that makes his skullduggerous behavior all the more irksome. He's not above commenting on how bulbous a pregnant queen has become or why hello there, mr. elder, would you like me to speak extra loud? His humor though, does not stop at himself, as the comedy of so many other 'jokesters' does. If you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen, and Elkstep is all about staying in that heat. If he finds your own attempts at slandering him are pisspoor, he's quite willing to offer his own suggestions. If there's anything Elkstep can't tolerate besides other sons of badgers, idiots, and Kate's protests at his lifestyle, it's water. He doesn't like to be wet, he doesn't like to get near the stuff except for a drink, and you are asking for it if you think you can ask him to hunt in it. This may be in part because he can't swim, but no one has to know that, in his opinion. All they need to know is that he doesn't like it, period. Skills | "Maybe poker's just not your game, Ike. I know: let's have a spelling contest." If Elkstep has anything under his metaphorical belt, it's fighting. Despite his small size he knows how to pack a wallop, and most who know this know not to mess with him. Of course, that doesn't stop cats from trying. As far as hunting goes, he's a fair hand at it, although fighting is definitely the superior skill. He'll hunt everywhere but water. His inability to swim is a decent deterrent, and to put it plainly, he just doesn't like to get wet. And his diplomatic skills? Well, let's just say this trigger-hoe in cat form ain't winin' any noble prizes for those any time soon. History | "Oh. Johnny, I apologize; I forgot you were there. You may go now." Elkstep was born Holliday, to a pair of loners named Burroughs and Alice, alongside his two siblings, Margaret and Mitchell. The litter was a rowdy bunch, and Holliday took it upon himself to be the rowdiest of all. Wherever there was mischief to be had, Holliday was there right in the thick of it. It was almost a blessing when he left his family shortly after his mother's passing. His father would swear that it was the stress Holliday caused her that had made her more susceptible to disease, and the tom didn't care to stick around to hear that kind of talk. Only room for one hothead in the den, after all. The roving life of a loner only seemed to increase Holliday's innate ability to find trouble. It seemed like wherever he went he was getting into something, usually fights with cats he'd pissed off. But really, how could he have known that they would take 'You're a fat-faced yellowbelly' isn't as an insult? In any case, he learned real quick that the only way to avoid getting his ass kicked would be to be the ass-kicker, especially given that he was such a small cat. In time, Holliday's travels lead him to a town by the name of Griffin, where he met up with a she-cat. He and Kate hit it off early on, and after a few days he convinced the she-cat to leave with him. That's when his life really got rough. "Get your minds outta the gutter, ya daisies." A few of her other suitors didn't like the idea of a young upstart taking away their Kate. And so one by one they came to challenge him, hoping to snag her away before the two lovers could skip town. It was probably the first time Holliday killed, and it wouldn't be the last. Together he and Kate fled, leaving the town at a quicker pace than was first intended. A sort of 'Bonnie and Clyde' mentality developed between them as they hit town after town, finding that stealing was a damn fine way to get a free meal...and not near as time consuming as hunting when the rob-ee knew you were quite willing to kill them. Holliday gained a reputation for being one dangerous cat, one that he would have enjoyed had it not come with all sorts of rival-type baggage. This baggage caused him to abandon Kate, an action which he would defend later by saying she was just slowing him down. What was more likely was that he didn't want her to get too mixed up in things...not that he'd admit that to her. From then on he traveled alone, although he didn't lack for young she-cats charmed by his devilish ways in the various stops he made. He can't quite remember all of them, but what he does remember is how he felt when he got a glimpse of some clan she-cats. Hot damn. It didn't take a patrol much convincing to get him to join to join the clan he now calls home: MeadowClan. He didn't quite listen to them as they explained the warrior code, but he progressed through his training quick enough, receiving his warrior name, Elkstep, for his fluid gait. Critique level | Criticise all aspects of my character speaking [bg=000000][atrb=width,428,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

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