Kalen Mackury-Tom-Rogue

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Ravenkit
Ravenpaw
Ravenstorm
Raven
Kalen Mackury

A black tom with purple eyes and saber teeth

Age
27 moons

Gender
Tom

Clan
Shadowclan

Position
Rogue

Appearance

The dark angel watches over Kalen, to be Exact, his black coat color only adds to his mystery that surrounds him. Kalen has no special markings on his fur, it's pure black, but it bounces like the wind, and is beautiful like a knight. His odd purple eyes are even more so mysterious. These eyes granted to him, made him unwanted, still add to his beauty. Kalen may be plain, but at the same time, it makes him beautiful. Kalen has saber teeth, a deformity from genetics, although almost like a vampire Kalen loves his extra long front teeth.

His movements are very quick, and smooth as well. He is one who melts into the shadows, who learned quickly on his own, and his personality, only makes it even better. Like a bird, he travels through the tree's, like a snake, he slithers against the ground. Along with the Crow, that follows him around. Kalen is able to speak bird tongue, although talking with food is always fun, the crow that follows him is a loyal companion.

Kalen's fur is very wavy and soft, it isn't thick either, it's very thin. Yet, he does take care of it, and it's glossy. Hard to see him during the night, his posture is very confident and proud. He never backs down often, and makes a joke of everything. His fur being soft, just adds to his beauty.

His fur drifts on as a prince charming type. It's the key locked in a smooth run. Deep, but not too deep to be like an old man. The smooth of his voice sounds like honey against your throat, and is like something cool when being hit by a heat wave. Kalen is, prince charming,

Personality

Kalen, he loves what he does, and makes a living out of it. his survival is nothing, compared to the entertainment of interesting with others. He is fascinated by other cats, toms and she-cats. He's read many pasts before, and he will continue to do so for his living moments, even though the headaches last a few days. He is a curious and mysterious one, shrouded in the unknown of the stars in Starclan.

Kalen can read cats pretty easily, of course, when he can't he gets frustrated, which is one of his weaknesses. Also when things don't go his way he tends to get a little on the tense side and tries to cover up his tracks that are thrown at him. Kalen loves to hide, and see how others re act to his tricks, to see how smart they are, and how they treat him, even though it's all in the game.

This tom has a very strong belief in Starclan, we aren't talking about the usual, warrior is loyal kind of thing. Everything he does, is to serve Starclan, he reads cats just so he has the knowledge to continue for his starry ancestors. Although for his life that has been thrown to what it is now, his strong belief has never failed him and he see's a sure path into the place, rather then the dark forest.

Kalen is in and out of everywhere, he comes and goes. He vanishes right under your nose. He never lets anyone know his real name, neither does he let them memorize his face, even though kind of hard to forget a cat with purple eyes and saber fangs. Kalen doesn't let anyone know who he really is, because of the past he hide's behind himself, and the sensitive side of him that is well kept hidden under his thirst for information and testing of other cats.

This tom's past isn't something he brings up, torn apart more then once, he figured Starclan was the only thing to live for. Kalen has a soft side, his belief in much more then just what it is. He was always one to think of his clan, how they meant to him, it was more then anything. Yet, from when he was a kit, he was always an outcast and it seemed like he didn't belong, so he worked his hardest. Kalen is kind, he is understanding, and is just in the hope that one day he could find a mate, settle down, and even return to his clan, in which the clan will probably never accept him back.

History

The world works, in mysterious ways. That is what it is made up of, hopes and dreams, all of the sort. Every warrior has something to protect, has some sort of virtue they look up to, and that is what they live by, for until they die, it's the code, and that code, is embedded into the souls, that lie within the broken and wondering world of today and tomorrow. Kalen was known as Ravenkit back then, his parents were both Shadowclan warriors, in the time of a very great depression as well. His parents were weak, and the risk of having kits was very much high. They still decided to go on with it though. Seeming like Starclan had other plans for the kits rather. The night of the birth, the mother was extremely sick, and the medicine cat did all she could, but before she could give birth to any kits, she slipped into unconscious right as Ravenkit was born. The father was devastated, and to their belief because Ravenkit was born with purple eyes and large saber teeth, he was a omen of bad luck for the entire clan. Ravenkit's life, would not get any better. Ravenkit's father refused to even call him his son. That was when he was always alone, no matter how much Ravenkit tried to draw attention to himself it never worked. Ravenkit was an excited tom, he would always put himself out there, with a smile on his face, but everyone ignored him, and everyone acted as if he wasn't even there. Even his own foster mother was a bit against the idea of raising him, but the clan code called for every kits care and there was no sign from Starclan that he was a bad omen or a good omen. Ravenkit grew up with no friends, and as his apprentice ceremony came on, no one wanted to mentor him. The leader stuck his father on him, although the rule against family, this was an exception because of how his father had broken down since his mates death, and the fact that Ravenkit was the only son he had.

Ravenpaw, never got any real training from his father, he took him out a few times, but it wasn't anything much. Ravenpaw was also known as a blood sucking vampire to the clan, he was made fun of by the other apprentices, which turned himself to cover up his soft side to make his father actually teach him something. Ravenpaw and his father got into fights often, Ravenpaw would come home with wounds from 'practice' per say. The medicine cat was always kind to him, probably the only one as well, as for the medicine cat wasn't as prejudice to believe he was a bad omen. Ravenpaw and his father finally got into such a large fight, it was going farther then they thought. Ravenpaw took one of his fathers eyes, and an ear. The leader was forced to retire the warrior, and put Ravenpaw on probation, since Ravenpaw couldn't really go back into being a kit could he? Ravenpaw avoided everyone at that moment, everyone avoided him back as well. The medicine cat seemed to be the only one he could convey his feelings to. The medicine cat listened as well, always would and would give him the best advice any cat who did listen could. Ravenpaw never got a new mentor, but he did come up with an Idea. One night, there was a raid from Thunderclan onto Shadowclan, and in the midst Ravenpaw was there watching, that was when he first discovered his power to read a cat's past. The medicine cat was deeply injured, and when he touched her, his head flooded with strange feelings and images that were not his, but hers and it was like he had lived a longer life then he had. Ravenpaw tried all he could to protect the medicine cat, but she died, because of the effects of the power for the first time he had become fairly dizzy. Ravenpaw, was not found after the battle, and declared dead, even though the leader knew that he wasn't dead. Ravenpaw though, had been going for faking his own death for some time. Ravenpaw sunk into the shadows for one last time as an apprentice, and became a cat, solely on the focus of Starclan, and the damage caused of being neglected so much he had to learn his own skills, which meant killing a few cats. Ravenpaw threw away his name and took on the name Raven for awhile.

Raven wandered the two leg place often, to test cats, in the new ways he had taught himself how to survive. He was the devil of the land, until a group of cats dared to get close to him and he started his own little pack within the area. Raven was a great leader, a compassionate one. Not to mention that one of the she-cats in the group had a crush on him. Raven looked after them with all the might he could, and often the she-cat known as Rue Mackury a name given by her own mother would tell stories of her brother Kalen. Kalen was a great cat, he could chase away a pack of dogs with one snarl, and he slept under the stars dreaming of a better place to live then an alley, a wide open valley, where the moon shined bright, and prey was always running. Raven took a liking to the stories and even a little bit to Rue, in which became his co leader, until the other groups around the area decided that Raven was getting too power hungry. They teamed up and Attacked Raven and his group, killing with no survivors. By the time Raven realized what they had planned, Rue lay dieing within his sights. Rue wanted Raven to be name after her brother, because it meant so much to her, and it was her dying wish. So from that moment on Raven became Kalen Mackurym in memory of his first crush Rue. After what happened Kalen decided that the clans were a much more modest place to live, and he decided to look over Shadowclan in whatever way he could.

A crow first presented Kalen after he entered the forest, and Kalen was about to claw it's head off. Yet the Crow promised his loyalty, and his smarts along with seeing eyes for the cat. Even though Kalen didn't trust the own tongue of his prey, he agreed and the Crow known as Zepherd has been with Kalen ever since. Kalen has been seen by many few cats, and he never gives them the name Raven, or Ravenpaw because they would have probably heard of him, from gatherings or elsewhere. There may not be many cats with black fur and purple eyes with a Crow that follows him, but it was a way he carried on his will in his hope to one day returning in a storm to his clan.


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-Purple eyes
-Bird tongue
-Able to see a cats past when he chooses through physical contact
-Name would have been Ravenstorm if he hadn't been declared "dead" by Shadowclan leader.

All I have to say is, I WORKED HARD ON THIS BIO