Dieselpaw

Personality

Dieselpaw is a very active and inquisitive cat. He is always questioning what he sees and why other cats do certain things. When he does not get a satisfactory answer or an answer he likes, he will continue pestering the cat in question until he gets an answer that is right for him and that fits his unrealistic ideas of how life works. He is always persistent and will not give up on anything that he does, no matter how difficult, how many cats tell him he is doing it wrong or how much time it is going to take. He says that his regular arguments with his clanmates are to improve his debate skills and claims that it will improve his fighting ability too, but everyone else knows that it’s nonsense and that he accidentally gets into minor fights with everyone over something or other, then searches in vain for a valid reason why he did so. Despite his lack of skill at hunting, fighting or anything else a good warrior is supposed to be good at, he shows no want to get better at either of these skills and spends the majority of time in his lessons fidgeting and complaining that he is bored. Perhaps he does know how to hunt and fight exceptionally well, or perhaps he cannot do either and just wants to do something fun.

History

Dieselpaw spent the first moons of his life living in a petrol station with a group of other cats. They were fed twice daily by the owner of the station who seemed to enjoy having a colony of strays hanging around his building when there were few cars around. They all knew to watch out for the cars, knew what to do and what not to do in their peaceful lives. They did not need to hunt, as they were fed by the twoleg, and fights among their small group were few and far between. Diesel was named after one of the substances sold at the station, as many of their group were. He was the one who managed to shatter the peace of their lives.

Diesel never knew exactly how the fire started, just that he started it and that it was far too close to the petrol station to be safe. Its glow lit up his amber eyes and he could not look away from its beauty despite the clear risk it posed. They all knew instinctively that fire close to the station was dangerous, very dangerous, and this fire was well within their no fire zone. He had tried to warn everyone but they did not listen. He ran away from the scene and did not look back, even when he heard the explosion and the faint shrieks of fear from his friends and family.

It was a full moon of hunger, thirst and near starvation before he came across Dawnclan. They offered him food, shelter and training in exchange for his assistance around the clan. He gratefully accepted and became an apprentice for the clan, named Dieselpaw.