Post by Dogfight on Jun 5, 2023 9:25:48 GMT -6
DOGFIGHT - TOM - 18 MONTHS - SOLARCLAN
Dogfight didn't spend much time in camp. In fact, he wasn't seen much in general unless he was specifically called for patrols. More often than not he kept himself busy on his own, either hunting or trining or stalking the borders away from the cats he'd learned to be so wary of.
Dogfight had been born just before the clans formed, to an ex-kittypet shecat that was found on the border. After he was was born and the clans split, his mother took him to Solarclan to live among the sun and flowers, but his life hadn't been as beautiful as she'd hoped it would be. His mother was a good shecat. She was kind and gentle and endlessly patient, with an optimism that could have bordered on naivety at times, but she wasn't built for clanlife. She couldn't hunt or fight, had no tracking or stealth skills. She would have been little more than a permaqueen for the group had she survived the illness that ended up taking so many of them.
Her softness was seen as weakness by many of the clancats, and by extension -as her son- he too was seen as something soft and unworthy, cut from a different cloth than the rest of them. Between that and his name -Dogkit- the other cats his age and several of the older cats had a field day with bullying and belittling him. His mother had claimed that she named him after a dog she'd known because they were loyal and loving, but the clan cats refused to believe that dogs could be anything other than dumb, ugly, violent beasts. And thus, he was told he was very much the same; a dumb, ugly beast with no self-control.
As one could imagine, being treated in such a way hadn't exactly left him friendly or eager to be around other cats, so he just... stayed away from them.
Stretched out and lazing in the branches of a willow tree, Dogfight wasn't giving much thought to anything in particular when he suddenly heard something on the ground below him. Copper eyes snapped toward the shape below, narrowing in suspicion only to land on lithe figure of Deersong.
"Oh, it's just you." he huffed as he seemed to relax, making sure to force some annoyance into his words so that she didn't think she was too welcome. "What do ya want?"
