Adder, rogue & exile

Adderfang values family above all else—his loyalty and instinct to protect them clouding all other values of worth. In conversation, he is blunt, stoic, and cold, not one for small talk or pleasantries. Though his exterior is cold and guarded, he harbors an unwavering, all-consuming love for his kin. He will burn bridges, sever ties, and stain his claws if it means keeping them safe. Which is what got him in the position he's in to begin with
Shaped by a harsh upbringing and hardened by grief, Adder prefers action over ideals. He learned early that the world offers no mercy. While wishing he had the same kindness in himself as those he loves do, sentimentality is a luxury that costs too much.
Recent events have cemented a growing hunger for vengence. Without his mate to straighten his moral compass, he has lost any sense of right from wrong he had before. To him, morals means little in the face of real, tangible loss.
He views his former clan as flawed, upheld by cats too willing to ignore the suffering of those he cherished the most. He continues to stubbornly doubt StarClan's existence despite witnessing Pikestar rise from the dead.
After killing Pikestar in a public outburst driven by desperation to save his sick kits, Adderfang was exiled. While he regrets how far things went, he stands by the reason he snapped—which has wavered little after learning of his daughter's death. He carries guilt for what he's done, not because of the punishment, but because of what it's cost him...
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ADDERFANGADDER
↪ Named Adder due to his wiry appearance as a kit and his long striped tail.
Age: 35 moons
Pronouns: He/Him
Rank: Exile
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Chocolate Ticked Tabby
Description: Chocolate ticked tabby w/ amber eyes.
Physique: Tall and lean.
Current Condition: After being exiled and the death of his daughter, he has hit an all-time low. Shaken. Depressed.
Posture: Naturally straight, emphasizing his height.
Distinguishing Features: A gash on the right side of his face, crossing his muzzle and exposing one canine slightly, which inspired his name. -
Stern — Stoic — Dutiful — Cold — Forlorn​
» Maintains a distant, hostile demeanor with most cats, made even harsher after his exile. Uneasy in the presence of most cats, but may tolerate kits and elderly.
» His softer side still exists, but it's buried. He reserves much of it for his mate and kits—if they'll still have him. He's desperate to see them again, but understands the difficult position he's put himself and them in.
» Overprotective of his family to the point of obsession. He no longer trusts the clan to care for them and wrestles with letting go.
» Him Honk. (But tired. Honk... sad.)
» Still struggling with fatherhood—perhaps more than ever. He robbed his kids of a father figure after what he's done, and carries the guilt of that. His father's detached lessons are still with him, and he's somehow managed to become a worse father than his was. The cycle remains unbroken.
» Has an intense stare and no longer cares about making others uncomfortable. Looks exhausted, angry, or guarded—rarely anything else.
» His voice is gravelly and rough, carrying a weight.
» Currently lingers around the Shipyard because it's where he first met his mate and where his oldest kits were born. He is territorial and will attack any trespassers. His territory extends from the Shipyard to the outskirts of the twoleg place beneath ThunderClan.
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Early Life & Young Adulthood
→ Adder was raised in a very different environment from his kits. His mother was a kittypet abandoned on the Thunderpath. By some miracle, she managed to survive and met a rogue with whom she conceived kits.
→ His father, Dusk, was by most accounts a rare specimen. He was present in their lives, striving to a good father despite struggling. He wasn't the most affectionate father, but did his best to ensure their survival.
→ Adder and his siblings grew up loved despite their struggles. However, not all of them made it, with some perishing to illness or hunger despite their parents' best efforts. Dusk believed that only the strongest survived but deeply mourned every loss, showing his love in subtle ways like saving the best prey for his kits or bringing them things to play with.
→ Early on in the kits' lives, their mother became gravely ill. As she neared death, to keep the kits safe, she asked to be left behind, entrusting Dusk to raise them. Dusk was heartbroken, but without the knowledge or means to seek help, he reluctantly honored her wish.
→ As the kits grew, Dusk taught them how to survive. How to hunt as well as fight. He was a harsh teacher, for their benefit, as the wilds were cruel and would spare them no kindness. Adder was and still is a quick learner.
→ One day Dusk simply vanished. He left the kits to hunt and never returned. By the time he went missing, Adder and his siblings were nearly grown. They stayed together a while before wandering off to strike it out on their own. Adder often wonders what happened to his father.
→ Adder grew tall and lean like his mother, but his appearance strongly reflects his father.
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"Like I was saying before. . . you don't know these cats and what they're capable of. You seem to think you do, but have you really gotten to know them? The fact that Juniperstar associates with ShadowClan should be hint enough, same for WindClan's leader. Cats like that, like ShadowClan will exploit that, and if you can't see it, then I don't know what to say. Everything can't be fixed by playing nice, Pikestar. One of these days, you're going to have to grow up."
Again, he wasn't listening. Neither of them was, but what did he expect? There was a difference between Coyoteclaw and Pikestar in the way they both thought like kits playing at being grown.
"All I'm hearing out of this is that you are condemning my son and daughter to die!" He rasped, breath ragged in his throat. The tom tosses his head back, teeth grinding so hard he could taste the grit on his tongue. The ring in his ears was so loud now that it had his head pounding.
He could forgive Coyoteclaw for doing what she thought was right—but so was he. He was doing what he had to—for his family. For the home Wavesong loved. For the future they were building. On the other side stood Pikestar, who now only ever seemed to serve himself. His wants. His needs. His safety. If he cared about Wavesong and their kits as he claimed, then he was somehow more dangerous than helpful. What about Wavesong? What about Troutkit and Shellkit? He could say he cared, but actions spoke louder than words alone.
So far, Pikestar hadn't lifted a single paw to help. He just hid behind Frostmoth, behind Coyoteclaw, behind his lengthy speeches. He retreated at the first sign of danger, barking from behind a fence like some pathetic, yappy dog. He always relied on everyone else to pick up his slack. Who in their right mind would 'choose' a leader like that to guide them?
"I don't give a shit about your council and I never have. The only reason I even accepted was for my family." All I ever do is for them... "Fine. Cut me loose. Go get yourself killed with your delusions, but one thing you don't get to decide is whether my family gets to suffer!" He scraped the dirt beneath him, claws carving deep into the sunbaked soil. Somewhere deep in his chest, the leash finally slipped. Coyoteclaw was still in his way, but Adderfang barreled over, long legs propelling him toward the silver tom, paws outstretched. He crashed into Pikestar, toppling him to the ground, eyes wild with fury.
"Spineless bastard!" A snarl rips from his throat as he pulls the tom into a tight embrace. Claws pricking into fur and flesh as they fall together. Pikestar's paws shot up to block, but Adderfang forced through the gap, pushing with all the force he could muster. Claws are flung without aim—blindly slashing the leader's face, chest, legs—anywhere he could reach. Blood laced the air like streamers, spattering the trampled grass.
Chaos erupted. Yowls and shocked voices, but it was background noise. All Adderfang could see was him. All he could hear was the memory of Wavesong's screams as she gave birth—and the numbing silence that followed when the last of the litter emerged. That dread and terror, that grief in his chest.
Why did he get to choose who suffered? Why was Pike in charge of their survival when he was incapable of making difficult choices to protect them? The one tasked to ensure their well-being was too much of a coward to get justice for them, for his children.
All Pikestar had to offer them were excuses and inaction. Empty reassurances and politics wouldn't save his kits. It wouldn't soothe the grief of him and his mate when their sickly children passed in the night.
He couldn't lose another daughter. He couldn't lose a son. If Adderfang had to bloody the whole damn clearing to stop that from happening and to save his kits—then so be it."[/b]

Alive - Missing -
DEVOTED - Wavesong
FAMILY - Crescentpaw, Rushpaw, Rosepaw, Salmonkit, Troutkit, Piranhakit, Foamkit, Otterkit,
FRIENDS -
LIKE -
NEUTRAL - Pineheart, Littlebrook, Pigeonpearl, Mistpaw, Sharkpaw, Lavenderpaw, Rainpaw, Iciclepaw, Twinkletuft, Batgloom, Lichentuft, Stormswirl,
DISLIKE - Jinglemoon, Peachtrot, Russetfall, Willowburn, Coyoteclaw, Smokewreath, Galepaw, Frostmoth
HATE - Pikestar, himself, ShadowClan (Any)
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