HOUNDTOOTH

Houndtooth takes his role as a MarrowClan warrior very seriously, and strives to uphold the warrior code however he can. He's always the first cat to volunteer for patrols, or to help moving things -- he puts others before himself, even if he doesn't know them that well.

Houndtooth isn't one to take 'no' for an answer, especially if it's his peers telling him not to do something. He is headstrong and will do what he chooses, often believing himself to be able to deal with any consequences. His opinions are not easily swayed, especially in terms of relations with other cats. It is very hard to earn his trust back, especially if he has felt abandoned. Houndtooth knows that his size intimidates other cats, and will often use that to assert his will.

Houndtooth is especially brutal in battle, and is often the first to get upset in an argument, and almost always the one to start confrontations. When he does get in squabbles with others, he pulls no punches, and will disregard the feelings of those around him to argue his point. He takes great care to make people feel comforted around him, only to turn on them if they get on his bad side.

HISTORY .

Houndtooth was not born into MarrowClan -- rather, he was adopted into it. Left near the edge of the Ephemeral Moor before his eyes even opened, Houndkit bounced from queen to queen, often having to be separated from other kits due to his size. He had a tendency to play rough when he was young, and being twice the size of your opponents isn't really favorable. He soon learned his presence wasn't wanted, and stopped trying to play or socialize with other kits.

Houndpaw was thrilled at the thought of apprenticeship, especially a warrior's apprentice. Houndpaw by this time was still quite detached from the idea of a 'family', and often found himself feeling disconnected from his mentor. He only grew more bitter as he devoted himself to becoming the strongest warrior, as he felt he 'owed' that to the clan that raised him. His loyalties were shown to lie with his clan more than anything, as he feels that family is 'fickle' and friends are 'liabilities'.

This outlook changed, however momentarily, upon meeting Sharkpaw. Sharkpaw was a strong apprentice for their small size, and never shied away from a spar with Houndpaw, even if he towered over them. The two were inseparable for months, constantly sparring and growing their skills together. Houndpaw had thought he had finally found someone who understood him -- someone he could be himself around.

Houndpaw knew Lakefeather was strange, but when whispers began swirling around the camp that Sharkpaw's mother was worshipping deities and daemons outside of MarrowClan's territory? It was something that worried him, and the night before receiving their warrior names, the two best friends quarreled for the first time.

Houndtooth soon emerged as a seasoned warrior, now celebrated for his size. He towered over most who opposed him, including Sharkscar, who was seen with their mother less and less. Still bitter about the argument, and how Sharkscar could be so easily fooled by their mother's nonsense, he offered no sympathy up until the day their mother died. He felt guilty about the argument and went to go apologize, only to find Sharkscar preparing to leave with the heretic Seraphimflame.

Angry words were exchanged between the two then, and Sharkscar's pleading fell on deaf ears. Houndtooth swore to kill Sharkscar the next time he saw them, all for making him believe they were friends. In his mind, Sharkscar's mother had filled their head with lies, and they were choosing to abandon him over what their mother would've wanted.

Houndtooth hasn't forgotten that day, nor has he forgotten his promise. His determination to show loyalty to MarrowClan has not wavered, nor has his bitterness over Sharkscar's departure. It haunts him, and often makes him bitter towards the idea of a family or friends. He has superficial 'friends', but nobody he is truly close with, at least not anymore.