Falcon

[Silver ❤]

NAME: Falcon
GENDER: Male
AGE: One year, Four months
RESIDENCE: Wilderness

APPEARANCE:

PELT COLOR: dark brown
MARKINGS: black tabby stripes, white legs
PELT LENGTH: medium
EYE COLOR: dark amber
BUILD: stocky, much like his older brother, Eagle. Big, powerful paws and broad shoulders
OTHER:

PERSONALITY:

Falcon used to be quite the gentle giant. He was fiercely protective of his shy sister, Wren, but he wasn't so warm with his brother, Kestrel. However, he still tried to be civil, for his mother's sake. But as soon as he was old enough, he left. It really wasn't as nice in the alley after Eagle and Sparrow had left.
In the wilderness, he took over as leader, taking care of both him and Wren, even though she didn't really want to be taken care of. He took over as protector, because he liked taking care of someone. He realized at a very young age that he wanted to have kits that he could protect and love.He checked in with his siblings, mostly Eagle and Finch, and sometimes hoped they had had kits, but so far none. So he stuck with Wren, somewhat smothering her, but with the best intentions.

However, that was before his accident. After he smacked his head against the rock, he lost his memory. He didn't remember anything except his name. Ty took over, teaching him everything he needed to know. Unfortunately, everything he learned came from a psychotic, twisted cat. Everything Ty taught him was wrong in every sense, but Falcon saw it as normal because it was all he knew. He became a killer much like his mentor, helping him take down innocent cats just because they were bored or even worse... hungry. Ty enjoyed the taste of cat flesh, and he taught Falcon to tolerate it. Falcon still has some morals though, and tries not to eat it whenever he cat.
Falcon heart has not completely turned to ice, but it has definitely frosted over quite a bit. He feels hardly any remorse when he takes a cat's life and wants nothing more than to please Ty. The accident has damaged his brain a bit, and he isn't as intelligent as he used to be. He's more of a follower now, and he wouldn't be able to live on his own because his coordination is off, so his hunting skills are rudimentary. He depends on Ty for pretty much everything... but in the back of his head, he is always feeling like he is looking for something, but he doesn't know what. He also doesn't know that Wren is still looking for him as well, and always will be.

RELATIONSHIPS:

MOTHER: Tasha - white she-cat with ginger tabby patches and dark green eyes; alive; city stray; open
FATHER: Hawk - muscular brown and ginger mottled tom with light blue eyes; deceased
SIBLINGS: Sparrow - long-haired brown tabby she-cat with a cream throat and chest, light amber eyes; alive; country; Shadow
Finch - tall pale orange tabby tom with white paws and dark blue eyes; alive; country; Silver
Eagle - {dark brown tabby tom with white legs and dark amber eyes; alive; wilderness; Shadow
Wren - dark ginger tabby she-cat with white belly and pale blue eyes; alive; wilderness; Silver
Dove - slim white she-cat with a fluffy tail and light green eyes; alive; city housecoat; open
Kestrel - mottled tortoiseshell tom with amber/orange eyes; alive; city; Shadow
CRUSH/MATE: none

HISTORY:

Falcon as apart of the second litter born to Tasha and Hawk, who were a loving couple despite their rough start. The pair's relationship started as a one-night stand which resulted in Tasha's first litter of kittens. She cared for Hawk, but the tom bolted as soon as she announced her pregnancy to him. Tasha, hurt by the tom's abandonment and still harboring some love for the other, named her three kittens after birds, like the hawk their father was named for. They lived alone for a while in the city, though luckily for them, Hawk was a gentleman. Despite not wanting the kittens, they were still his, and he wasn't going to leave Tasha to raise them alone in the dangerous city.
So he returned, and while everything was awkward for a while, they soon warmed up to each other. They fell in love (real love) while raising Eagle, Sparrow, and Finch, and soon Tasha was pregnant again.This time with kittens that both of the parents wanted.

Near the end of Tasha's pregnancy, though, Hawk was attacked and killed by a stray dog while defending their alleyway. Tasha was heartbroken once again, and when her new litter of four was born, she once again named them after birds in honor of their father.
And so Falcon and his three littermates were added to their already large family. The four little kittens were close with their family, though as they grew and their personalities began to develop, they soon began to divide. Falcon thought Kestrel was way too girly and chose to hang out with his older brother Eagle, who he idolized. Eagle began to take Falcon out while Sparrow took Wren out. Him and Wren grew closer while Dove and Kes began to grow closer. Soon it got to the point where the littermates hardly spent time all together.

Eventually though, Eagle and Sparrow left, eager to go off on their own. Falcon was left behind, too young to go with Eagle, no matter how much he begged the older cat to take him with him. Finch stayed behind to help watch over the four cats, who were still under a year old and needed a fatherly figure, despite Tasha's best efforts to fill in for both parents. Falcon didn't dislike Finch. He was very nice and actually pretty funny. But he was no Eagle. So as soon as he was old enough, he and Wren flew the coop. They set off for the wilderness, the prospect of adventure intriguing to both of them.

Falcon took over as caretaker, catching prey for both of them, even though Wren was always complaining, wanting a chance to prove herself worthy. Falcon knew his sister was plenty capable, but he just liked taking care of her. He enjoyed it. Having someone rely on his, even grudgingly, made him feel good. And that was when he decided he wanted to be a father one day.

Sadly, his dreams had to be put on hold. During a thunderstorm one night, he and Wren her separated. They panicked and bolted it opposite directions. In a blind panic, both from losing his sister and from the sky splitting thunder, but stumbled, tripping over a tree root, and fell down a steep hill. At the bottom, he smacked a head against a rock and blacked out, blood dripping from one of his ears.

He didn't know how long he was out. The only thing he knew was that his name was Falcon... and he was in a lot of pain. His head throbbed and it hurt to even attempt to sit up. He was in a hollowed out log, with moss draping over the openings and beetles scurrying under his paws. It wasn't glorious at all, and he was slightly disgusted, especially by the horrible smell, which he later found out was a rotting carcass that Ty was "saving for later".

Ty. He was the cat that had saved Falcon's life. He was black with bright, icy eyes. He started laughing once he noticed Falcon had woken up, a dead maniacal laugh. He introduced himself, and Falcon did the same. Once Ty realized he had amnesia, a light seemed to go off. And that's when he took Falcon under his wing.
The first assault Falcon witnessed was when Ty beat up a city she-cat. He didn't kill her however, as another tom managed to save the day. But Ty had done quite a number on her, and Falcon watched from the shadows. Ty explained to him that that was simply what cats did: attack others to prove their strength. Falcon didn't question it... all his senses of right and wrong her out of whack. He often got headaches, reminders of his accident. His coordination was off too, and hunting was difficult. Ty realized that Falcon was completely dependent on him, and he only tightened his grip on the young tom that he was slowly converting into a replica of himself. Falcon was his, but the brown tom had no idea of Ty's intentions. Sure, he had some quirks, and a strange appetite for eating his victims (which Falcon avoided whenever he could), is but Falcon began to looked up to him.
But every one in a while, when he had some time away from Ty, he got the urge to go looking for something. He wasn't sure what, or who, this thing was, but the urge was almost impossible to ignore. Over time, as his time with Ty increases, the urge begins to decease, but he still gets it every once in a while, as well as dreams about two cats: a white tom with a black tail and a dark ginger tabby.

[Shadow]

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