Talon is every meaning of the word muscular--though still not very large. His build is an excellent muscular one, and, if it were not for his size, younger, weaker cats might cower at the sight of him. However, Talon's biggest shape weakness is his size. He is small--bigger than your average Follower, but smaller than your average Guardian. Talon is not thin usually, but he is not stocky either. On days when food is scarce, he is boney; on days when food is plentiful, he is very muscular. His tail is averagely sized, and so are his ears.

Despite what you're probably thinking, Talon is not a dark brown tabby tom with long claws. His fur is a greyish-brown, with small gingerish-orange patches mixed in. Oh, yes, he is a tabby, but not a dark brown one. He has gingerish-orange fur around his eyes. His nose is red, while the fur lining his eyes and his muzzle are both white. It is short, but not smooth. It isn't fluffy or messy or tangled--it's relatively neat--but it is not smooth. Talon has a small scar across the bridge of his nose. Other scratches and scars are hidden under his fur. Like most tabbies, Talon has a little patch of fur shaped like an "M" on his head.

Talon's eyes are yellow; enough said. With only the faintest hints of green, if you look close, his eyes are just plain yellow. As for shape, well, why does every single cat have to have a special eye shape? Okay, Talon's eyes don't have the exact same shape as another cat's, but hey, it's pretty similar. His eyes are beyond icey and cold. Way beyond icey and cold. Take the most piercing, ruthless eyes you've ever seen. Replace them with something five times as piercing and ruthless. Congratulations, you've met Talon's eyes. Next topic: do they sparkle? No. They do not sparkle. They glint. There is a difference. Sparkling is for kind, curious cats. Glinting is for mean, bloodthirsty cats like Talon. ...Or the kind, curious type, but don't tell him that.

Talon does not have a narrow face. If anything, he might have a slightly round face--the key words being "If anything". If nothing, he's normal. Another cat's overall impression could be 1 of 4 things: a.), "He looks evil and ruthless" (that cat's smart); b.), "He looks too small to squash a fly" (that cat's dumb); c.) "He looks like any other cat" (no comment); or d.) "His expression is unreadable" (again, no comment). In all, he looks furious, cold, ruthless, and bloodthirsty; he looks confusingly small; he looks pretty normal; and he looks like a book written in a language you don't understand.

He has normal-sized paws for a cat of his size--no bigger, no smaller. His ears are also average for his size. His legs--oi, didn't you forget to ask that? Yes, you did. His legs are long. If he was a regular cat (in terms of size), they would be a tad short, just a tad. They are not extremely long, but if you study them for a few moments, they begin to look a little long. Not too long, though. His tail is not feathery, though not thick and precise, either. Instead of a feathery wave when he swishes it, instead of an exact, sharp, movement (almost like tail-conducting) when he swishes it, he gets a flowing creek, or, in non-poetic words, a regular swishing tail. Claws long and usually unsheathed, Talon is not the type of cat you'd invite to your party.

Talon is a calm, collected cat. When he wants to be. Did I say needs? Or is told to? No, I said wants. Talon does things that he feels like doing when and where he feels like doing it. Mainly, though, he is fierce, ruthless, angry, and merciless. Die, Clans. That is one of the few thoughts that runs through his head when he is in his regular mood. Talon is, quite surprisingly, optimistic. For himself. He always sees the bad side, but he always thinks he'll win. Or BloodTribe'll win. He is concerned only about BloodTribe and himself--a flaw of his, but he hasn't died from it quite yet.

Talon is, no doubt, a super-duper bad guy. Clever, sly, wily, and proud are understatements. Plotting, sliding, commanding, and insanely proud are accurate words to describe Talon. He is every definition of the word 'villain'--and quite obviously so. He does not hide his ruthlessness. He knows he is horrible, and he's proud of it. Talon's only goals in life are to destroy and to prosper. He wants to live grandly in BloodTribe, while the downfall of all other cats happens. No doubt, his goals match his own personality. He is cruel and cold-hearted. A Clan cat name for him might be Darkheart. Or Coldheart, or Talonclaw. Or Hugefury. Anyway, his goals are awful, and he himself is pure evil.

Does Talon excel in anything? Of course he does. He excels in being cold, ruthless, merciless, hateful, angry, furious, icey, and cruel. He excels in killing, murdering, slaughtering, and taking lives from the innocent. He excels in fighting and scavenging. He excels in lots of evil things, unheavenly things. Talon is an unheavenly thing. Is Talon proud of what he excels in? Of course he is. Why wouldn't he be? No, he isn't proud of just that--he's proud of himself. He is a proud cat, an arrogant cat. Though not vain, he is still extremely proud--and arrogant. Think of the proudest person you know. Talon is five times as proud as them. Think of the most arrogant person you know. Talon is five times as arrogant as them. Now you know Talon. Congrats. Now he'll have to kill you.

Ticking Talon off is very, very stupid. He has a very short, very big temper, and if you make him mad, you make him MAD. So don't tick him off. Another thing--nearly everything ticks him off. Forget a list as long as all of the warrior cats that have ever lived, their mothers, whether they believed in StarClan or not, and what ticked them off. This list is much, much longer. He can strike with a powerful, sharp claw--and will if you anger him. Some of the things that tick him off are bouncy young cats, Clans, grumpy old cats, Clans, StarClan-believers, Clans, rudeness, and oh, did I mention Clans?

When Talon is angry, he attacks. He never bottles it up inside. He never lures cats into traps. He just attacks. Lashing out with a paw, claws unsheathed, Talon can be quite dangerous when he is in a bad mood. So, again, the moral of the story is: Don't. Anger. Talon. He is not afraid to strike. Never afraid to strike. Oh, yes, he may look small, but he is a rash cat, and an unsafe one to be around at that. If you see Talon start to get angry, run away. Far away. He'll chase you for just a little bit, then give up. Coming back is like saying to him, "Hi, Talon, I decided I actually do want to die." Unless you have power. Power is what Talon wants--he is ambitious as well as violent--, and he figures that to get it, you have to a.) be commanding and controlling, and not let any cat challenge your decisions; and b.) be just a tad more respectful of rank-holders than non-rank-holders. Just a tad.

Is Talon a social cat, or is he a loner? That's a hard question, but finally an intelligent one. He's social when he feels like hanging out and chatting a lot, and when he feels like making friends. He's a loner when he feels like sulking in the dark a lot, and when he feels like being separated from everyone else. That's what Talon is like. If he feels like doing something, he does it. When he doesn't feel like doing something, unless he realises the wisdom in doing it, he doesn't do it. So. You could call him either one. He'll be offended by either, though, so don't say it to his face. To him, "social" means "friendly", and he hates cats calling him "friendly"; and "a loner" means "a cat no one likes", and he hates cats calling him "a cat no one likes."

Talon likes to talk. He loves to talk. Not talk like chat. Talk like shout, or snap, or discuss business, or plot. Real talking, BloodTribe talking, not Clan cat talking. Quiet is the perfect opposite of Talon. He is every meaning of the word 'loud.' He doesn't talk constantly, of course, but he does talk quite often. He doesn't just lurk in the background and remain quiet like shy, afraid cats do. He will speak up lots of times; he will challenge and defy, suggest and comment. He is a very participative type of cat, so if you like complete and total silence at a meeting or when you're speaking, don't let Talon come. If you try to silence him, he might listen. He might.

Talon is definitely not looking for love. Why would any cat love him, anyway? Besides, he is, quite frankly, unable to love, to even become friends with. He is somewhat social, as mentioned before, but he will never consider a cat to be his 'friend'--and he will certainly never love one. If it counts, he loves one cat--himself. In a way. He is not vain, and not a Narcissus, but he is very arrogant and proud, and his only idol is himself. You could say he loved himself, if you really wanted to, but the reason would take some explaining, the word 'love' some defining.

Talon is, above all other things, independent. He is proud and arrogant as well; so he never accepts help unless it is forced upon him. He likes to show how he can do things alone even though he is small; he likes to believe that, though he isn't invincible, he could manage by himself if he had to. A wonderful tactician and strategist, Talon could well enough measure up to his beliefs. Well, maybe not fully, but mostly. He does not need others' help, he knows it, and he is proud of it. Even if he did need another cat's help, he would likely not admit it, for he wants others to think what he thinks about himself as well.

Talon is by all means outgoing. He is a rather rash, spontaneous cat as well. He jumps into things first, or maybe second if someone beats him to it. He isn't afraid to go, either. He is not a follower. He is a leader. Though he isn't the leader of BloodTribe, he can be a leader in his own little way. He likes being in charge, and despises cats who think that they should take control instead of him. Talon hates taking orders, no matter how wise they may be. Outgoing as he is, he occasionally does stop to think about what he's doing before doing it. Occasionally, of course. All in all, Talon is a ruthless, proud, arrogant, cruel cat; a terrible companion, but a good cat to place in charge.

Talon was born as a BloodTribe cat. His parents were Viper, a brown-reddish tabby tom, and Marrow, a tabby she-cat. He was their only kit--and exasperatingly proud of it. He would boast to the other kits that he was the only kit of the kit-mother Marrow and her mate, Viper. He would go on and on about it for hugely long periods of time until Marrow came to silence him or he got hungry. As a kit, Talon had a huge appetite, so when he got hungry, he stopped talking or whatever and demanded food from Marrow.

Talon was made a Follower like any other kit. He learned the ways of the BloodTribe cats, how to hunt, how to fight, how to strategise--stuff like that. His teacher, a big bulky red tom called Cloud, was very impressed at how determined Talon was and how well he did at these things. Talon was very small, which helped him keep quiet when hunting and finding food, but he had razor-sharp, large claws which helped him fight with ease. Cloud wanted to test Talon's skills--and so he sent Talon to an unfamiliar area. Hiding behind a large rock, Cloud watched his follower's eyes widen as an animal came out of the shadows.

It was a badger, trying to find shelter, and when it saw the tiny follower it decided that the BloodTribe cat might attack the badger--or maybe it decided that the small cat wouldn't, so it would make a long-lasting meal. Whatever it thought, it attacked Talon. It had Talon pinned down in no time and raised a huge paw to strike a blow to Talon's head when Talon went limp. Quick thinking like that saved him that day. Thinking it had won, the badger got off Talon and started to turn away, only to have a little cat slice its throat out. Talon went back to Cloud in victory.

The leader made Talon a Guardian after the badger. Talon was proud and satisfied, and was very glad that he could finally fight for BloodTribe and be able to strike the Clans dead, one by one. However, disaster struck a moon after he became a Guardian. Marrow had given birth to a litter of two--one stillborn, the other so sick and weak it died a day later. Furious, Viper killed Marrow. Now, Talon didn't hold kin very high in comparison to ferocity and loyalty (to BloodTribe, of course), but he did hold pride very high. Pride is what drove him to try to murder Viper in cold blood for killing a fierce, ready BloodTribe cat.

Talon, unfortunately, did not accomplish this feat. Instead, all he did was tear Viper's ear. Viper, mad with rage through the weakness of Marrow and the ferocity of Talon, attacked Talon multiple times until Talon was forced to run away. BloodTribe treated it as Viper's win, not Talon's loss, but Talon came back. He struck his father dead at night when Viper was resting. This time, BloodTribe treated it as Talon's victory and Viper's death. The cats who respected him from the start respected him even more now that he had earned his reputation as a badger-killer and a mad-cat-killer, and some cats who had not respected him at first joined in the respecting. Others did not.

Talon settled into his place among the other Guardians happier than he had the first time. He got a misty look in his eyes when Marrow was mentioned, and a smug look in his eyes when Viper was mentioned. He has yet to receive a Follower, but that time will probably come soon. His family are dead, but kin is not held high to him; and his pride is still alive. Some cats, those who hold his deed high in respect, call him Talon the Bloodrid; others just plain ol' Talon, the ruthless, tabby 41-moon-old Guardian of BloodTribe, one whose claws look like a bird of prey's talons.