[OSaC] Wolf | Reference Sheet

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〘   M A I N   〙

Name: Wolfsbane

Goes by: Wolf (german pronunciation with a hard "o")

His mother gave him the name Wolf because he used to be a very grumpy kit, making growl-like noises akin to a dog whenever something upset him. After passing his trial his warrior name was completed with the suffix "bane" both to commemorate his heroic achievement and to express concern about his short-tempered attitude. It was clearly meant as an elder's advice, for he had the potential to become both a great warrior and protector of the clan or a total misery if he couldn't reign in his anger.

Over time most clan cats diverted his name from "Wolfbane" to "Wolfsbane" as it was easier to pronounce.

Pronouns: He/him

Birthday: 19 B.C.

Power Class: Self-Class

Size and Build: Tall, Stocky

Starting Afflictions: -

Starting Item: Wolf hide

A remaint from his pre-Calamity life. Even though he has no need to wear it now as a member of Haven, it has become a second skin to him, making him uneasy with the feeling of vulnerability whenever he takes it off. Only his closest acquaintances are familiar with the sight of his cat-face.

〘     P E R S O N A L I T Y    〙

Ambitious | Competitive | Impatient | Courageous | Impassive | Foulmouthed | Protective | Strict | Disrespectful

In many ways Wolf displays typical masculine behaviour. He has high self esteem and never steps down from a challenge. He can be harsh and straightforward, but there is no malicious intent behind his words of behaviour. The cat pushes himself towards his limits and expects the same from the others. Wolf is very diligent never turning down any task, no matter how gruesome and always completing them on time. He does however excel at giving his companions headaches as he often makes a show of disagreeing with the line of power or just simply tends to voice his complains about basically anything that inconveniences him in a very flourish way.

He is most likely to get along with cats sharing his fiery temper since after so many years spent in the city he associates any excessive kindness with ulterior motives. Being overly cheeky and unable to hold in one’s excessive emotions translates to weakness in his language and he will not shy away from voicing his displeasure loudly.

〘   H I S T O R Y    〙

Wolf was born amongst the cats of Tidal clan to a pair of prominent hunters. 

He was assigned as an apprentice to one of the most skilled huntresses at the time. Unfortunately the she-cat also happened to be infatuated with his father in their teenage years and still held the grudge towards him for choosing Wolf’s mother over her. She found an outlet for her resentment by coming up with only the most strenuous tasks for the kit. Yet Wolf never gave up and the more unhinged the lessons became, the stronger he pushed himself to complete them. As the time passed his determination rose to a point when it outweighed the foresight and reasonable thinking. No matter the cold, hunger or wounds he wouldn’t return unless he made his catch.

None of the clan cats suspected anything. Around others his mentor pretended to be sweet and caring and Wolf never complained about her off behaviour since from his perspective it was what made him better and there was nothing else that counted. So even if there appeared a few concerned comments, he was the first one to brush them off.

The real challenge awaited him on the day of his trial. The she-cat was determined to come up with a task that would make him fail. That day she led him to the cliffs during one of the worst sea storms and told him to bring a catch no smaller than himself. The apprentice eagerly jumped in the waters, putting all his effort into fighting the strong waves that threatened to crush him against the sharp rocks. He wasn’t the only predator in the bay at that time. A shark tossed by the current appeared in the shallow waters, closer to the coast than they ever approached. Sometime during the hunt Wolf brushed against one of the rocks and the fresh blood led the animal right to him. In a frantic chase he made it through a crevice at the last possible moment, yet not without a price. A wide gash opened along the whole length of his body, which would later leave a nasty scar, reminding the cat with a dull pain about the incident. Still he had more luck than his pursuer, who with a loud crack was mashed against the rocks by a strong wave. Soon after the shark’s body washed up on the shore and to the utter discontent of his mentor - his trial was deemed a success. As the Tidal clan feasted on a catch so big they hadn't seen in ages, Wolfpaw became a Wolfsbane.

Years passed. Though he didn’t start a family, he acquired a great reputation for his efforts and nearly perfect success rate. At some point he became a mentor. That’s where everything started to go down. Day after day he pushed the kit towards becoming better and achieving more, just like he used to be. Until his ambition overpowered his sense of reason. During the unfortunate hunt the kit drowned.

After the accident outraged cats deemed him dangerous and unfit to be a part of their society banishing Wolf from the clan.

Wolfsbane wandered around for days until he stumbled into the city. It wasn’t like his home used to be, like his beloved waters, but it had to do. He could hunt by himself just fine, yet it wasn’t enough to sustain himself. He needed healers, he needed a spare pair of eyes to watch over him as he slept. So he joined the Gang. With his strength and temperament it was easy to climb the ranks. The cats backed down at the sight of his strong body, large scars and a wolf pelt he had taken to wearing (the last of which a peculiar tribute he acquired from defeating its previous owner). Over time he gathered a small group of supporters, whom he taught in both the art of hunt and combat. Each one wore a canine pelt just like his own and they communicated through a system of dog-like barks and yelps, earning themselves the name “Howlers”.

Now his growl instilled the fear inside his opponents.

When the Calamity reached the town, Wolf was on the brink of his life. The hard fought high rank amongst Gang cats allowed him the luxury of a life longer than average for a city cat. Even when his body started to give out, he still had a few faithful supporters who catered to his needs. At 19 years old, withered both physically and mentally, he watched as the fog gathered on the streets. He was ready for a punishment for all of his crimes. Yet what he got was a second chance. When he regained consciousness he found himself in the body of his 5 year old self, the same age he was when he was assigned his first apprentice.

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