Grit The loner

[Quietheart]

Basics

Current Name: Grit
Potential Warrior Names: Gritclaw, Gritheart, Gritsight, Gritstone, Gritflight,
Age: 11 moons
Gender: Tom
Sexual Orientation: Hetero

Current Affiliation/Clan: Loner
Rank: N/A
Mentor(s): N/A
Apprentice(s): N/A

Interpersonal Connections

Father(s): N/A

Mother (s): N/A Died giving birth

Sibling(s): N/A
Offspring: N/A

Friend(s): N/A
Neutral: N/A
Acquaintance(s):N/A
Enemies: Tallow A father figure and deceased head of a band of loners who tried to kill Grit after handing him over to a rival group of cats for a patch of land.
Crush: N/A
Significant Other: N/A

Personality

Overview: Grit is an emotionally suppressed individual with a one track mind. All he thinks of is survival, and using his strength to maintain that survival by providing others with his fighting skills. He grew up fighting for survival, and will die fighting for survival. That is the way he sees it. If he weren’t so focused on that goal, he might become very introspective. Seeing the bonds he doesn’t have with others in his vagabond lifestyle makes him very aware that he is missing something essential as a cat. Somewhere he belongs. He is defensive and quick tempered, traits formed from his cruel upbringing. These characteristics often mask that hidden desire to find a home, but deep down this is his most fervent wish. Something worth fighting for.

He could be a very loyal cat, a trait he used to have before his old life rubbed it out of him. All that is needed is cats he wants to aspire to be like, a way of life he might wish to emulate. Someone to again see the value in him, as he thought it had been seen in him before. His brashness and bravery are his paths to visible connections with others, for his continued survival is a bi product of his innate determination. This does not mean though that he holds his life in any special regard, far from it. He believes himself merely lucky to have lived. In fact he often questions it with a sense of survivor's guilt. He is irreverent and nihilistic, only speaking when spoken to but never holding his opinion back. If others don’t like it, that's their problem. Those that rely on him he may slowly open up to and depend upon. Confiding his real worries and fears about his purpose in life, and asking what should be done.

He will always do his duty unless he believes it is a deliberate attempt on his life, he is not trusting and merely executes missions because it is his only reliable skill that can keep him fed and in a warm bed.

His mistrust and negative outlook are not unfounded. He grew up in the outskirts without a biological mother or father. His mother died during her kitting, his siblings too with no one to suckle them. He alone managed to hold out until a ragtag band of loners found him. They were always fighting, never staying long on any patch of territory. Tallow the band's leader noticed Grit was an exceptionally large kit and put him on the front lines of their fighting force. He did not care that Grit was still much smaller than an apprentice or a full fledged adult. Tallow viewed him as expendable, and all Grit saw as a kit was a father figure who believed he could make a difference. Tallow challenged Grit every battle, “Charging in like that you're gonna die one day runt.” It only fueled Grit to earn his adopted fathers respect even more. He obtained scars, he fought until exhaustion. Through blood sweat and tears he would earn it.

He longed every day to bring Tallow good news of new captured lands, or bring him fresh prey. The young kit could not know that Tallow only ever smiled at him because Grits devotion brought him a sick self serving joy. His power over the young fighter made him happy, not the fighter himself. Still Grit fought loyally believing this is what family was, his body became hardened and strong. Yes he was content, happy even until that fateful day. Seven rival cats showed up in their makeshift camp and dragged grit by the scruff away into the night. It was a rival group of loners.

They kept insisting that Tallow had sold him to rogues for a piece of territory, the group needed more fighters and Grit was a promising one. Grit was dumbstruck. That just wasn’t possible, he resolved himself to escape in total denial of what the fiendish cats had said. They were liars and thieves all of them. After several fights alongside his new group, he managed to slip away in the thick of a fight. He returned to Tallow in the night overjoyed to see his adopted father again. The memories of that night are vivid. He was six moons, still much smaller than tallow, but big for his age.

“Tallow, Tallow!” He whispered to the sleeping cat excitedly. “It's me Grit I made it back I escaped.” He mewed softly but with pride filling his every being. He had done the impossible, Tallow would have no choice but to acknowledge him this time. Instead however his mentor and father figure opened his eyes with shock, answering with an irritated voice. “What? Why the hell are you here? I didn’t tell you to come back.” He watched as Tallow rose quickly to his paws, muzzle pushed to Grit's face. “But I thought..” Grit shrank back, his voice faltering, welling with confusion and shame. What had he done? “You weren’t supposed to come back runt, that was part of the deal!” Grit froze in shock with no strength in him now as Tallow slammed him to the ground laying on top of him claws across the young kits neck. “But Tallow I just wanted to h-help”…tears were flowing from his despondent pale blue eyes. Grits pitch black fur fluffed up in fear. “Why?!!!” He wailed, turning his face away from his father. Tallow sneered with anger filling his amber eyes. “You want to be useful to me? Stop following me around like a kittypet after his twoleg. You could never take a hint. Now I’ll have to kill you just to keep the peace with them.” As the words left his curled lips Grit felt claws rake the right side of his face. He struggled and screamed pitifully under the weight of the much larger cat. “Noooo I don’t wanna die Tallow please!”

Grit clamped his jaws down across his fathers neck, who in his overconfidence had brought his head close to the young cat's mouth. Grit bit hard refusing to let go, his fear driving him as he felt Tallow thrashing furiously for his freedom leaving defensive wounds across the kits stomach. Until eventually, the flailing stopped. Only the taste of warm blood filled his mouth.

In those moments shattered and broken he never knew how long he had lay there. It wasn’t long before he was found and chased from camp. Wounded and alone he kept asking why. In the moons that followed he roved from band to band until the day he heard of the clans, just another option for his services and so he left to find out if his skills would be useful to ThunderClan.




Traits: Terse, Forthright, Introspective, Defensive, Quick Tempered, Loyal, Quiet, Irreverent

Phobias: Needs a large personal space, does not like being touched

Sociability: 2/10 Deeply desires social connections, but he will not seek it out. If someone manages to break through his tough exterior he might enjoy personal conversations with that close friend. Dreams hopes desires, things he normally keeps bottled away.

Outlook: Nihilistic he believes nothing happens for a reason, some cats live, some cats die. That's just the way it is.

Responsibility: 8/10 If he is ordered to do something he will do it, the only way he finds meaning in his life is by offering his services to others. Those services stop however if he is not respected while being put in needless danger.

Cleanliness: 5/10 He is average in his cleanliness.

Generosity: 3/10 He would put his life on the line for another most likely because it is his job to do so, not because of any great affection. So long as his actions contribute to his survival he is happy to be as generous as needed.

Manners: 2/10: He is a brute in his interactions with others, but this conceals his kind nature. If he deems someone worthy of respect, then they might receive reverence in the form of manners.

Bravery: 10/10 He will risk his life anytime, anywhere as long as his leader is not trying to purposefully kill him. Fighting and taking the brunt of abuse is all he is good for after all. It’s the only small thing that gives his life purpose.

More Logical or More Emotional?: Emotional
Favorite Season: None
Favorite Food(s): None
Favorite Sound: The sound of battling cats

Greatest Hope: To be accepted and find the family he never knew among a group of cats
Greatest Strength: Fighting skills and Determination
Greatest Weakness: His aloof nature
Worst Nightmare: For him to trust again and be betrayed again
Deepest Darkest Secret: Killing his adopted father in self defense
Most Treasured Memory: Learning to fight among Tallow's band of loners, it is his only valuable skill.
Quirk(s): Sleeps with his back facing a wall

Physical Traits

Fur Color(s): Mostly blakc with flecs of brown
Fur Texture: Soft
Fur Length: Long and splayed
Eye Color: Amber

Body Type/Structure:
Height: Very Tall
Weight: Very Big 18lbs
Voice: Deep/intense
Gait: wide
Scent: Coal
Scars / Deformities: Long claw marks over the right side of his face, and many hidden beneath his thick pelt.
Diseases / Conditions: N/A

Skills

Fighting: 10/10
Hunting: 6/10
Speed: 5/10
Swimming: 5/10
Herb knowledge: 0/10