CoS: Cahaya Deputy Sniper

Okay, you can see I didn't draw this in any way, I just coloured it in. You might of noticed how I have produced very little art in the past few weeks due to the fact I am failing to draw anything. I literally fail. I have no inspiration and not happy with anything I doodle.
So yolly forced me to accept this line-art and use it until I can draw again -most likely nevah because I fail- so go tell *Yolly-anda she is amazing at always and the best person in the entire world. I love her so much I don't deserve this.

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Name: Sniper (Sny-pur)
Gender: Male
Age: 2 years
Gang & Rank: Cahaya Deputy
Breed: Bobtail mix
Accessories: Darkish red studded leather collar
Personality:

Headstrong, adamant and stubborn are all the impressions you get of this wild tom. Slightly over energetic as well, from the constant tapping of his paws or the usual flicks of his stub of a tail. Sniper will most likely be found hunting, or not found, as he is always on the move, running, pouncing and stalking what ever moves. His routine will usually start with a brisk walk in the morning, despite the warnings of early infected who find shade in the weak morning sun, and return back with at least one bit of prey or materials for the crafters before most cats want to wake up. Even by becoming deputy this hasn't changed, though he might come back earlier to check all patrols have been organised by the chiefs.

He's usually happily grinning and can take a joke, if everyone follows his way of thinking and plans. If they disagree however, he can be quite stubborn to his opinion even to the point of doing something -maybe a little risky- to prove it. Even if he knows that he's in the wrong, giving in is something the young adult tom can't afford to do in his mind sight.

Despite this stubborn streak, which can be directed at all but his own leader, he is quite a good thinker and friend to those he considers worthy of him. Yes, he has a slight big headedness problem, but not one he would show to others. In fact, despite his fast paced and exciting life, the tom can get quite emotional, though he would hide it to all but a few. If ever insulted or hurt, he'll store it inside and try to push it to one side, though this doesn't seem to work for everything. Sniper's also quite slow paced when it comes to love, though that won't stop him complimenting every she-kitty he sees, and finds that anything more then friendship needs to be built slowly and with a full construction of trust first. This can be quite hard when even the smallest things can set Sniper off, certainly since the tom can hold a grudge for quite a while, even if the other cat has forgotten it long ago. Quite fickle, one thing he is certain of is that if a cat isn't giving 100% of their effort they don't deserve his time.

Brief History:

Sniper was a gang-born kit in a big litter of 4, however the mother was a weak cat in general due to being a small Bobtail and so his siblings ended up too small and feeble to survive the first few weeks. By the time the young speckled tom could explore camp, he found himself without any other kittens to play with. However the small kit also suffered from this weakness, which greatly troubled his father, after loosing all 3 other siblings.

The father was left with the decision of letting his son remain in this weaker state, dooming him to a life of being a crafter and stuck in camp or pushing his son further then most cat's limits. Which is what his speckled father did. Every morning the father punted his son firstly around camp, making him run and exercise despite Sniper's protests, and once he was old enough, small trips outside despite not even being a student. By the time he was old enough to start training in profession, his father was forcing him to run through the streets of the city every morning, the day ending with the bandit masked tom collapsing in his nest every night of pure exhaustion.

While it seemed very cruel to most cats, Sniper steadily grew in strength and health, and was allowed to become a raider, due to the speed and stamina the young cat seemed to preform. He trained hard and achieved well at being a raider, working hard to feed himself and his gang. After a while his weak mother couldn't fight off a city sickness any longer and died, and she was soon followed by his father, that despite being such a forceful tom to keep Sniper alive, seemed to happy let go himself due to old age. It was that day that the bobtailed tom found the red studded collar on his final raider assignment as a student and was then promoted that night.

Most thought he was going to do very well in the gang, maybe even become a chief after a few years of hard work, but the speckled tom had other plans. It was a strange decision, and one most cats couldn't figure out, but the raider decided to leave one day and never come back. He never explained why, but he found it easier to provide for only himself. On his own he grew smarter, faster and stronger so as to avoid the infected and hunt for himself everyday. While it sounded hard, his life was pretty easy. He went hunting for food early in the morning, came back to rest during the hottest of the sun and then went on a small patrol for any nearby disturbances. It was a good life, living in his tree house, the only way up through a criss cross maze of ropes and planks, so it was safely out of infected reach.

That was until the storm. The wind blew hard, and the tree, being dead and withered, began to tilt and bend. The rain fell tremendously, the ground being too old and dry to handle it, began to break up and weaken, meaning it only took one strong gust of wind, and the huge solid pillar was crashing on to its side. Fortunately Sniper had a few moments notice before the crash, and was able to scramble to a safer platform and avoided serious injury. However a splinter of wood slashed into his side, causing a good gash of blood to well up. It was evening when this happened, but being a storm this made little difference. The tom thought he was doomed to die, however he luckily found that the tree house was so big that even on it's side, infected had trouble trying to get in, though he heard them scratching and tearing at the bark outside, hungry for the warm scent of blood in the air. Sniper waited a few days, slowly letting himself starve but having a fresh supply of water at hand thanks to the storm, and let his wound heal a little. Then he made a dash for it.

It was stupid and risky, but better then starving to death in the place he had once called shelter. Once too many for his liking did he come within a hair's width of an infected's claws, but the tom was able to find another safe haven to rest for the night. However things were getting risky for the tom, and he knew that wounded he couldn't keep this up. After a while the raider picked up a familiar but old scent. Cahaya. He felt resentful at having to return, knowing it would be foolish to expect they would welcome him back with a warm paw. However he knew he had nothing else, and so after a brief explanation, the gang unhappily accepted him back. He had to spend the rest of the storm recovering in camp, but from there, he began his old routine of early hunting and late patrols.

It surprised him that after leaving and returning only as a last resort, he was promoted to deputy. He knew many cats would be resentful of it too. However that did little to stop him giving 100% effort for it. He tries his best to support that gang and is happy to find the companionship he once had and slightly missed when he was alone. Though if he ever ends up being in-line to be leader, he'll be high tailing it faster then a rabbit whose seen a predator.

Relationships:

= Neutral
= Respect
= Friend
= Close Friend
= Crush
= Love
= Family
= Dislike
= Hate

Cahaya:

Suran:


RolePlay Example:

The speckled tom returned to camp, his long and pointed ears just catching the edge of whispered voices at his appearance. Sighing, he placed the rat down in the pile, having just come back from his morning hunt and deciding that camp was too gloomy for his energetic nature, turned on his heel again with a curt nod to those in the old two-leg building. Sniper found he could still remember the routes and paths of this old place, even if he hadn't been here for a while. In a few ways, he wondered if he regretted leaving. In most ways he didn't, it let him grow independent, lonely, but independent. Definitely stronger and hone his skills as a hunter since he had had to hunt for himself every day, which is why he still went hunting every morning out of habit. Why his father might have been proud of him, finding out his last son still exercised like they used to. It had become a daily routine for the tom to challenge his body after being such a weak kit, his father had pushed him every day so as to strengthen himself. Even after retaining a normal fitness equalled to the other cats, the bobtail still worked to make himself better, faster and stronger. For who or why he wasn't sure. A small skittering noise broke his thoughts, and his piercing blue-grey eyes looked around, a small shuffling shape soon catching his attention. Merging himself into the shadows, the speckled tom became a statue, waiting for the perfect time to strike, his small but precise claws waiting for the little creature to move just a little more into the open. It was that time the wind decided to pick up a little, sending his scent unfortunately straight into the small rodent's senses, and with less then a squeak it bolted around the corner. “Like 'ell I'll let you get away” He growled with a grin, kicking off after the small creature. It wasn't hard to keep up with the creature, but Sniper preferred to kill with one quick but critical shot to the head or neck with his prey, waiting in the shadows before striking, it usually didn't give the vermin a chance to run. His eyes only just picked up a much larger shape ahead, facing something very reflective, which upon quick closer examination seemed to be a two-leg mirror. The new deputy's momentum didn't give him time to stop, and forgetting the haywire mouse, he tried to stop but instead kicked off the ground and jumped over the mirror, happy he didn't just crash into it and cause himself a lot of sharp painful cuts. Looking up, he gave a friendly grin of apology for noting the ying-yang symbol and sat with his back-straight, head down, saying a quick. “Sorry there Zachy.. I didn't see yer there.”

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