Smokefang

Smokefang was born a loner named Smokey. He lost his mother at a young age and thus spent a lot of his time alone. This is perhaps where he picked up his fondness for travel and exploration, always on the move. His desire for freedom has been a large factor in his life and has shaped him. His travels began at a young age and he only settled in OceanClan recently after seemingly being drawn back here.

Initially, Smokey would not wander far from the twolegplace he had grown up around. His mother was a former kittypet and he was her only surviving kit of her first litter. He was never quite sure what happened to her, one day she simply never returned. He wanted to be hopeful for her safety, but knew she was likely killed or captured by the twolegs. Relying on twoleg food until he matured, Smokey learnt a life of independence the hard way. Constant danger, hunger, cold and rain opposed him for the first few moons of his life until the sun finally returned. With the beginning of new-leaf, Smokey found himself venturing further from the twolegplace and eventually could even hunt small mice and birds.

The life of a wanderer began. Smokey travelled far and spoke to many different cats, none of them permanent fixtures in his life. Not realising the world was so large, his eyes were opened to wonders he could never possibly dream up. He saw a great many sights including the ocean, crystal caves, glowing flowers and more. His stories are a favourite to many OceanClan cats no matter their age or rank; even Sealstar is happy to listen to his tales from dusk till dawn.

Learning how to hunt any type of prey became a necessity rather than simply a useful skill. He could catch frogs, insects, snakes, fish and the rare hawk if he was lucky enough. Learning a great deal about prey became very useful in OceanClan during the colder seasons when only fish was plenty. However, along with hunting, came the need to defend himself from predators.

Smokefang permanently walks with a limp after escaping from a fox attack by jumping down a small cliff. He is frequently in the healer's den for new herbs to soothe the pain which he had previously just tolerated and seen it as unfixable. Coming to OceanClan changed him and he is deeply grateful to have been given the opportunity to join.

The on-the-go lifestyle he had grown so used abruptly stopped when he joined OceanClan. He had been trespassing wandering onto their territory for seasons before joining. It was as if something was drawing him to the place. Fierce rumours he heard about the clan from other strays proved false in his experience, they never once attacked him but did spend a decent amount of time chasing him away in the past. Now that he has become part of OceanClan his life has gained a stability he had not realised he needed and has filled the hole of loneliness that he hadn't known existed.