♣ ♧ dethroned ! [ THOR ]

[thor]

Name: Thorodan, but call him Thor.

Gender: Tom.

Age: 18 moons (1 year, 6 months)

Rank: Loner.

Clan: None.

Mate/crush: ?

Role player: Max (:

Personality: Although huge and terrifying, Thor is actually rather shy and timid. He rarely speaks up for himself and doesn’t make friends easily. His lack of self-esteem weakens him greatly, and although he can fight well with claws, he can’t fight well with words. Of course, he doesn’t submit himself to opponents immediately, but he would give up easily in a fight. He doesn’t know the meaning of sarcasm, and in fact, can be rather dull.

But with every down-side comes an up-side. Thor is a brave tom - even if he isn’t the brightest or most outgoing cat, he will die to protect someone or something he loves. He can even be fearsome at times - which is a side of him you wouldn’t ever want to see. However, when bloodlust does conquer him, it would be best to get out of his way. He acts like a one-man army. Outside of battle, Thor is calm and quiet. He keeps his thoughts to himself and only confides in his closest friends. As for friends, he doesn’t have many - due to his collective personality, it’s rather difficult for him to make contact with strangers. But when one gets to know him, you’ll find he is an extremely sweet and kind tom. He has a soft heart and would never kill a cat in cold blood. Fighting, though easy for him, is his last resort.

Appearance: Thor, though still very young, is as large as a full-grown warrior. He has very wide shoulders covered with thick fur. His legs, layered with sinewy muscle and tabby stripes, are tall and sturdy. He has long, talon-like claws. All of his fearsome appearance comes from his father, a great legacy in the street-cat world. However, though large and intimidating, his huge paws give him a rather clumsy run and hunting crouch, therefore he isn’t the best hunter. But what he lacks in hunting he makes up with fighting - so far, he has been unbeatable in battle.

It’s only his size that makes him look so scary, though. Thor has a long, fluffy coat, as silky and soft as the finest down of an owl - you could even call him “cuddly.” His long ears are tapered with tufts of black fur at the tips, contrasting with the white ocean surrounding the rest of them. Splashes of white upon his muzzle, chest, and paws mark his brown tabby pelt, and his thin fur floods into long, curly strands on his tail. Resting calmly on his face are wonderful sapphires of blue; his eyes always hold a curious, yet calm look.

History: Adrenaline rushed through Thorodan’s blood like electricity, warming it and cooling it at the same time. Fear mixed with determination flew from his body, a scent as strong as the smell of a Twoleg monster rushing by on the streets. He faced his father, Crow, a dark brown tabby tom with icy green eyes. Both their claws were unsheathed; yet his father, older and more experienced, looked much more fearsome than him. Crow was about a head’s height above his son. Thor knew he could not defeat his father in battle, but he would die trying.

“Why do I have to stay here? I don’t want to lead your stupid group! I don’t care if it’s the greatest in the streets, the greatest in the world, the greatest of anything! I don’t belong here,” Thor hissed at his father.

The larger tabby smirked. “And why is that? Are you too scared to lead? I always knew you were a coward, Thorodan.”

Thor glared at his father. “Better a coward than a murderer.” Crow hissed in anger. He flicked his tail, and immediately the rest of the gang surrounded Thor and him in a circle, an un-movable wall of powerful gang cats. “Well, if you want to leave,” Crow hissed, his voice almost as low as a whisper, “then try to find an exit on your own.”

“I’ll fight through everyone here just to get out of this hellhole!” Thor roared, charging at his father. Even though he knew he could not defeat Crow, he would die trying. The impact of his charge sent a wave of shock through both their heads, but Thor regained his composure faster. He whacked his father hard on the head before maneuvering around him and biting his hind leg. Crow shook his head, confused for a split second, before he whirled around and shook his son off of his leg with ease. The other tom went flying across the pavement.

Before Thor could get up, Crow was on him like a bloodthirsty dog. He shoved Thor over, pinning him with all the strength in his body. He sank his claws into Thor’s throat, deeper and deeper. Blood welled up from between his sharpened claws. “Still want to fight?” Crow spat, chuckling. Suddenly, he got off of his son. “I will not kill you. You’re too valuable of a fighter, and you are my son - the true heir to this gang. Besides,” he meowed, shaking blood from his claws as if it was mud, “I promised to your mother I wouldn’t kill you - that was, before you killed her.”

Rage surged through Thor, tossing out all the pain he felt from the claw marks on his throat. “What happened that day was not my fault!” He wailed. “Mother was just trying to stop me from getting hit by a Twoleg monster - it isn’t my fault she got hit in the process!” He charged into his father once more, but this time, with as much strength as a lion. His claws and fangs worked like a whirlwind, tearing and chewing at any flesh available. But Crow retaliated, throwing in as much slashes and bites as he could.

Suddenly a cry went up among the surrounding cats. “Cat-catcher! Run!!” A cat wailed. The gang split up, hiding behind dumpsters, running out of the alley, or climbing up the sides of the Twoleg buildings. Crow pushed Thor off of him, his green eyes as cold as a blizzard. “We’ll meet again, son. Eventually you’ll learn to be one of us.”

Thor spat at him, watching as his father climbed up a dumpster and jumped onto the roof of a house. The younger tabby turned and rushed out of the alleyway, out of his home, forever - or for now.