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At first glance, the tom appears as a loyal and hard-working feline striving to make his Clan a better place. Upon first glance, you see the smile that meets his eyes and are lulled in by his words. Take care though that his thoughts don't easily become your own.[break][break]

Smokescar is a tom that has always had one goal in mind since the moment he was young - to be the very best and to make sure WindClan was the very best. This very vague goal has been the thing to propel him forward first in his training as an apprentice and later on to keep him motivated in his moons as a warrior. Training apprentices is not a chore to him, but rather a blessing as he knows that the future of WindClan's success rests in the paws of those who come after them. Even when the older generations are weakened with age or passed on, those that have come after will take up the honor to fight for their great Clan.[break][break]

The tom has a way with his words, using them precisely and carefully, knowing that they can be a sharp tool to either aid him or hinder him. In the moments where he has an end goal, he is a tom who can use these words to help plant the seeds he may need to grow to help him further his goal. Of course, the seeds don't always tick, but he'd rather them do than force him to make an unnecessarily straightforward approach. He hides negative feelings as well as he can, but there are times, of course, when he slips up and may show a slight moment of dislike towards others or situations or anger.[break][break]

There is a tinkling in those eyes, something that could hint at something darker that rests beneath the surface. However, just because you might get the feeling that this is true, it does not mean he will afford you the chance to prove it to be the truth. After all, it doesn't really appear that there is anything darker to the tom than his own fur. And yet, one could possibly ponder...[break][break]

With Smokescar's goal to be a top warrior and to help ensure WindClan is the best Clan, comes ambition. His eyes have always grazed by the top positions of leader and deputy, but he knows it's a goal that was never easily obtained. He has seen others rise to the ranks in his lifetime and his name was never once called. It could make some ambitious felines bitter, but he knows better. He believes he still has time and will still be supportive and a warrior his leader and deputy can look to in confidence. After all, he knows the strength in at least being considered a warrior who may have some input. He continues to be a loyal feline, but he is a warrior who is willing to admit when certain things must be done for their reputation and safety. He does not always agree with the way that Tawnystar has seemed so willing to chat things out with their enemies in recent moons, but never would he voice such things in an obvious and straightforward manner.[break][break]

The other important thing to note is that he does not agree with allowing outsiders, specifically half-bloods, into their Clan. It's not because he thinks they'd be bad warriors, but rather just simply that he does not believe an outsider could ever be purely loyal to a Clan in which they do not have sole blood connections and he sees issues with it in the future. They can try to prove it through their apprenticeship trial, but he sees a singular flaw with it - they are not forced to go face-to-face with those that the feline left behind. He will always doubt outsiders, especially half-bloods, and the only thing that could ever get him to truly admit they are WindClan through and through would be the unfortunate situation of having to fight loved ones that are not in WindClan. To him, being willing to fight your blood or friends is the true path to showing where your loyalties now rest. Of course, these are beliefs he keeps hidden pretty far down, but the distrust is one of those things that can easily slip through without him meaning to.[break][break]

The tom in his dark-furred body always seems kind enough and he seems happy enough to converse with anyone in the Clan most of the time. You never feel super anxious or unsure when approaching the tom and feel like when you have a worry, he is an option to help you alleviate it. And yet, there are times when his eyes seem a bit...cold.[break][break]

When he was nothing more than just a kit, he was a quiet tom choosing to watch and listen. Though this tendency is still there, he has learned that participating in conversations with others is almost as important as listening. And though at times he does feign interest, he can be genuinely interested in others as well, especially learning what makes others tick. Alright, he may not usually be interested in their immediate problems, worries, fears, or excitement, but he is interested in them to a point...that counts, right? Right? After all, the more he can learn about those around him, the more he can use that knowledge when he feels the need to manipulate from the shadows or when attempting to plant the seeds of a specific belief in their mind. After all, why do his own dirty work when he can attempt to make another think that it was their idea and do it themselves? At times though, his quieter nature comes through and can make him come off as cold, especially when his mind is made up on something.

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the moment our eyes open

moons: zero to six

fifty-seven moons prior. It all began with two felines, Spiderfang and Cindernose. The two were simple enough warriors, having enjoyed one another's company for some time and deciding to become mates. Between the two, they had but a single litter - a litter in which two toms were born. The two felines were ecstatic and proudly named the larger tom Smokekit and the smaller kit Ashkit. Cindernose was a loving mother, but she had quite the tongue on her. The moment either of her kits would attempt something that they shouldn't've, they were met with its sharpness. She was a proud female and confident in everything she did (whether it was warranted or not). Their father was not the most present, choosing to keep a side-line role in their life. They still knew who he was and knew that he loved them, but he was just not as present as other fathers tended to be.[break][break]

fifty-five moons ago. A battle occurred between WindClan and ThunderClan as the two Clans tried to assert dominance over the border's location. Smokekit was still young, only two moons of age. He learned that something happened, though the details were not shared with them for obvious reasons. The biggest thing that impacted him and his brother was the fact that that night as they fell asleep with their mother, Smokekit could feel his mother's tears. Her body pulsed with silent cries for that night, Spiderfang had been one of the casualties. Cindernose had acted strong in the day, telling her kits that their father moved on helping this Clan stay strong and retain land that they needed to thrive, but the truth was, she was a bit of a mess.[break][break]

general notes. After the battle, Smokekit and Ashkit grew up as best they could. They hadn't known their father for long and although they still missed seeing the tom around, they didn't feel the sting of his death nearly as much as their mother. Cindernose was doing her best to keep it all inside of her, hiding just how torn up she continued to be with Spiderfang's loss. As they neared their apprenticeship ceremony, it became obvious that the two toms were quite different from one another. Smokekit was quiet, reserved, and thoughtful. Everything he did he needed to consider and work through alternative paths to see if there was a better way. It was a cute trait and often got the queens chuckling when he debated things such as the best way to sleep. Ashkit on the other hand was impulsive and loud. The queens often joked that the louder kit needed to raise his voice as often as he could in order to make himself appear larger.

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training to be the future

moons: six to twelve

fifty-one moons prior. As they approached their sixth moon, anticipation tickled their paws. Their mother mentioned they were ready to be apprentices, even as fear gripped her heart in silence that they too would die and leave her behind. "Being a warrior is something you can be proud of. You'll have the chance to prove that those who left before you didn't make a mistake entrusting the Clan to your paws." The words were spoken with her fear and likely a little too heavy for a six moon old to fully comprehend, but they stuck with Smokekit. The youth would always have the responsibility of carrying on the expectations of the older generation. That day, Smokekit would become Smokepaw while Ashkit became Ashpaw. Smokepaw's training would be in the paws of a senior tom.[break][break]

general notes. His mentor was a tom that Smokepaw got along with fairly well. His mentor noticed that Smokepaw tended to over-think and was a bit more reserved, speaking up rarely even when the apprentice had opinions. So while the tom trained Smokepaw in the usual hunting, fighting, and tracking skills he would need, he trained him how to quicken his thinking while in the midst of a fight - reading the enemy's movements and predicting movements. But it was more than just that as well. His mentor noticed how SAmokepaw was reserved with others, speaking lightly and usually only when actively addressed. "Words are a powerful thing, Smokepaw. They can inspire others to do things, even things they might not originally be for - if you can do it correctly." This interested Smokepaw - the power to manipulate others could come simply from speaking? HGe supposed he had seen it in action before - especially with the leader and deputy. The young tom had assumed it was more because of their rank than simply their words, but perhaps it was a little of both.[break][break]

During these moons, Smokepaw became more vocal and more active. The apprentice knew that to be seen as the best and to help WindClan be the very beast, he needed to be active. He helped the elders when he could, listening to their tales and the way they spoke. If he had been attentive before to the tendencies and words of others, he became moreso now, seeking to understand just what made everyone tick and how he could use that knowledge to manipulate others. He did well in his training, but he never truly became the absolute best at anything - more well-rounded. He could fight, hunt, and track as well as anyone with a slightly better proficiency at fighting due to the fact that his mentor had helped him apply his thinking to fighting. The thing that stood out to his mentor almost from the start of their training was the fact that Smokepaw never seemed to lack confidence in himself or what he could do. Any time his mentor had suggested trying something different, Smokepaw listened and tried it without a single doubt or worry.

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we battle all of our lives

moons: twelve to current

forty-five moons prior. The time came when they were given their assessment. As expected (at least in his eyes), Smokepaw passed without any issues and so did his brother. The two would get their ceremony that night where Ashpaw became Ashfang and Smokepaw became...Smokefur. The tom was a little surprised by the name and was a little annoyed. He had expected a warrior name that showed off something about him, about his personality or skills. Instead he received a warrior name that simply pointed out that he wasn't the best at anything and that he had nothing particularly special about him. As they sat together in their silent vigil, Smokefur reflected on the name and decided that he would just have to rise above it. He would need to continue doing what he could and helping hid Clan by doing whatever was necessary.[break][break]

forty moons prior. Smokefur received his first apprentice just five moons after he became a warrior. While he was still a young warrior, he took the duty on with pride deep in his heart. He would train his apprentice similarly to how his mentor trained him, keeping in mind their inherit strengths and weaknesses. He would attempt to round those skills out while boosting their weaknesses to a more manageable level. He was a firm mentor, being more of a role-model than a friend. He was still friendly and would still treat them with respect, but there would still be a space between them of respect.[break][break]

general notes. Smokefur's mentor would perish in a fight just before the tom was getting ready to retire. Smokefur was saddened by the tom's death, the tom having been the only father-type figure he had known in his life. His apprentice would become a warrior and he would look forward to the next time that he was allowed to mentor one, having had an immense feeling of pride watching his apprentice get their name and move onto the next part of their journey, knowing that he would trust his life to their paws any day. He worked hard in his early warrior days, taking on whatever patrols were offered to him and hunting in his free time whenever he could. He also made sure to stay active within the Clan, conversing and learning more about his Clan-mates when he could.[break][break]

thirty-six moons ago When he and his brother were twenty-one moons, their mother finally confessed to them how messed up she had been after their father's death. She had still been there for them physically, but she hadn't quite felt good emotionally. She apologized if it ever felt like she had abandoned them in some way, but Smokefur told her that was nonsense. She was still a good mother to them and he would always be there to comfort her. Inwardly, he had been a little hurt, but he understood what she was going through and didn't hold it against her. He never had and never would.[break][break]

thirty-four moons prior. WindClan and RiverClan meet one another near the abandoned and deprecating horseplace. WindClan had noticed for some time that RiverClan had been wrongly hunting in the barn's space and the two Clans fought for the rights to the land. Smokefur was a part of that patrol from WindClan, fighting with as much ferocity as any feline. During the battle, there was a young apprentice who was in a bad spot against a RiverClan warrior. Noticing the situation with little time to think about how to approach it, Smokefur leaped between the apprentice and enemy warrior, taking a blow from the enemy warrior meant for the apprentice along the length of his flank. He managed to help the apprentice fight off the enemy and stuck with the young one for the rest of the battle, despite his flank bothering him. A scar would be left after the wound healed.[break][break]

thirty-three moons prior. Smokefur was still feeling a little unsure that the suffix -fur represented him well, so the tom approached Stormstar with a question. He explained that his scar was received in an honorable way, protecting a Clan-mate, an apprentice no less, from a potentially deadly situation. After all, there were felines who were killed in that battle. Smokefur's scar was a source of pride for the tom and he believed it would be a sign forever of what he was willing to do for his Clan. Stormstar agreed that the reasoning was sound for a name change and that night a ceremony would be held which would change Smokefur's name to Smokescar.[break][break]

sixteen moons prior. It became known about ShadowClan's mass exile of felines that were not pure-ShadowClan. When the news hit Smokescar's ears, the tom couldn't help but wonder if maybe the Clan had the right idea. After pondering the dilemma, Smokescar started to really realize that although these felines could be just as good as any other warrior, there may always be a question mark on their loyalty. The issue was discussed at times in the Clan and he participated in those discussions, keeping his rather extreme feelings on the problem silent. Rather, he gauged just how others felt. He tried to add a level of doubt in the minds of others, but for some it stuck and others it did not.[break][break]

six moons prior. Eveningstar is killed during a borer patrol in a conflict with RiverClan. The Clan mourns the loss of their leader, but they also prepare to welcome Tawnysong as their new one. There were the normal mutterings amongst the Clan throughout the day as Tawnysong deliberated on who would take on the role of deputy. There was even a feline or two that pointed out to Smokescar that he would make a good one. Smokescar smiled at the suggestion, but sort of shrugged it off as a sign of modesty. However, it turns out that those mutterings weren't far as Tawnysong declared Smokescar to be her deputy. Smokescar was a little surprised by it, but it was definitely not unwelcome. He took the position politely and has started working hard to be a deputy she can rely on and being unafraid to voice his opinions as nicely and discreetly as possible.[break][break]

five moons prior. Tawnystar officially reverted Eveningstar's policy of attacking RiverClan felines near Horseplace. Smokescar had voiced the fact that he was against the change, but when she decided firmly on that being the course of action she desired, he let it go and supported it and will continue to support the decision out in the open, even if he personally still thinks it's a slippery slope.


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and i will be known as

naming & reasoning

PREFIX REASON: For his gray fur
[break]WARRIOR SUFFIX REASON: For the long scar on his flank he received when attempting to protect a Clan-mate.
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to look a little closer

slight note on appearance

[break]NOTE ON SCAR: Although his scar is not immediately notable when glancing at him, upon a closer look one can see that the fur along his flank never quite grew back correctly and there's a part where the scar is.