Scourge

[Bhuvana]

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Name: Scourge
Age: 32 moons
Gender: male
Breed: british shorthair mix
Clan: BloodClan
Rank: leader

Look in my eyes tell me I'm alright
I don't know if I'm still alive

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Build: petite
Fur color: black
Markings: none
Eye color: ice blue
Scars/wounds: very few scars

If this is goodbye forever's just a lie
big enough to make you want to try

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Personality:
You don’t have to like him to respect him. His ability to destroy nations without obtaining a scratch is an admirable feat. When he is confident his own power will be enough, he enters battle and makes a clean kill. When he feels that it could get messy and potentially dangerous, he bestows power upon Bone and sends his second in command forward with all of BloodClan to aid. Not fond of red tainting the white of his paw, he simply avoids wars. Or being part of them. He is the man behind the curtain, pulling the strings of his puppets.

The man is a master manipulator. He can make a valiant warrior of LionClan bow down and obey, simply by persuading that his cause is the right cause. He smiles while he is angry, using the display of whites to mask over any thought of mortality. The man has little fear of death, for he knows it is not soon-coming. In order for someone to come forth and fight him, they’d have to get through a hundred layers of steel, for his words have built walls to guard him from those too foolish to simply give in.

It seems as if he truly cares for the well-being of BloodClan, and that is because he does. It is out of loyalty to his people that he kills them when they question. Mere mortals cannot handle the outside world and, if they are to betray him and leave the security of BloodClan, then it is a blessing for them to just be given a quick death. It is also out of devotion that he allows neither sick or old to live. When disease, injury, or age stops one from being able to war, the death comes in the night. It keeps them from suffering, and it stops them from stealing resources from those fit enough to deserve it.

What a good little Samaritan with red-tinted fangs.

You had your scars but I never thought
that you would give me mine

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Family:
Jake.father.deceased
Quince.mother.deceased
Socks.brother.deceased
Ruby.sister.deceased
Firestar.half-brother.deceased
Princess.half-sister.deceased

History: optional.

And now war's declared
trying the battle lines

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