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Howlingstar's HISTORY, PT 1.
You probably know by now that Howlingstar was a former kittypet. His mother's name was Clarice, and he, his two brothers and one sister were named Brownie, Stripey, Watermelon, and Cookie by the family's 5 year old daughter. He never knew his father, who was known by the name of Wolf for his great size and lupine features which Howlingstar himself inherited. His mother was very kind and gentle and loving to her kits, even though this litter was more or less an accident, and the four kits' fates would be decided by the newspaper ads in the pets section.
He was adopted at a very young age as a kit to his twoleg owners, however his owners had evil twoleg kits that loved to torture him and beat him, bringing him to have a serious hatred for his twolegs. While at first he was allowed to go outside occasionally, where he would immediately head into the forest to go hunting, it was one day that he decided to play outside after dark that got him in trouble with his twolegs, and he was not allowed to go outside anymore. When he was about five moons old, he received his three metal bands upon his already-larger-than-normal right foreleg. He was kind of used to the twolegs torturing him by tying him up in their pelts(dress up), so at first he just ignored them. If he tried to take them off right away, his twolegs would beat him, and of course jam the rings on tighter next time. Maybe they would try tugging on the rings until they were higher up on his leg where his limb was thicker, something he would not find pleasant, as his twolegs were not gentle in the least.
However, the days went by, and the twolegs didn't take the rings off. Howlingstar, known by the kittypet name of "Brownie" then, for his brown fur, just so happened to be going through a growth spurt, and before he knew it, the rings wouldn't come off anymore. His twolegs thought it was the most amazing thing they had ever done to the poor tom. He was lucky his twolegs were so cheap. Why pay money just to have your cat fixed? Howlingstar used the litterbox and couldn't care less about spraying, and he usually didn't have much to yowl enthusiastically about, since half the time he would be found crouching upon his cat tree, glaring and hissing at his twolegs when they got too close. He began to remember the days when he would run about freely through the forest. Those were the best days of his life at that time, so why was he here, hissing and growling at his twolegs which hurt him? The only thing he wanted was to be free. He was having a harder time moving around; the metal rings frequently caused his paw terrible pain, and it hurt to even walk. But that would not keep Howlingstar from giving up. The twolegs underestimated him, thought it amusing how the rings made him limp with every step. They stood in the doorway, pointing at him, laughing at him, and were prepared, baseball bat in hand when he launched himself at them. But he wasn't going to attack them. To the twolegs' surprise, he ran right by them, outside, and was gone from that place called Hell forever.
Of course the first place Howlingstar went to was the forest visible from the fence post of his old twoleg nest. From there, he kept running, deeper into the forest. The joy at simply being free, finally, was too great to comprehend, and he could probably have been heard yowling ecstatically for a mile in all directions. So when he [almost] stumbled into the Thunderclan camp, howling his head off, he got his apprentice name: Howlingpaw. He was very lucky he was running slow enough to stop before he tumbled into the Stone Hollow. The entire clan was more shocked by the strange scene of the sight of the big young tom who could be heard from a mile away. Of course a six month old tom was no threat to the clans, and Howlingstar was met with several odd stares, which he returned with just as much surprise. Howlingstar ironically was a very curious young tom back then, and wanted nothing more than to know everything about the Clans. Naturally, Thunderclan was very hesitant at even the thought of letting a kittypet on their territory, but more than any other clan, the argument always came up: Firestar had been a kittypet. There were several counter-arguments, like that there were no prophecies about Howlingstar, and that Howlingstar was obviously crippled, and could be more of a hindrance to the clan than an asset. Somehow, though, it was decided that Howlingstar could be given a chance to prove his worth.
He was able to overcome his disability with his strength in spirit as well as in body. But even as Firestar had it, Howlingstar got his fair share of hardships from his own clanmates for his past, and it wasn't any help that, unlike Firestar, he still had the marks of a kittypet in the form of the shackles on his foot. His paw still gave him pain, and in time, his right dewclaw became completely useless, the nerves destroyed, all blood supply cut off, and the tissue suffocated. But that was the worst of his physical troubles with the metal rings, for that claw served as a cushioning, sparing the rest of his digits from the same fate, and eventually he was given back nearly full usage of his right paw, of course except forhis dew claw. This did set him back in his hunting abilities; hunting with only one dew claw was harder than you could imagine. It was like trying to catch something with only one thumb; have you ever tried that? He made up for this, however, with his remarkable natural talent in battle.
Although it never really went anywhere, Howlingstar did at some point try to make his rings seem more like a blessing than shackles that bound him to his fate as a kittypet forever by showing, and proving, how he could use them to knock cats clean out with a single blow to the head. The odd style of fighting was only seen as another weird way of the kittypet. "Then why don't we all go around putting animal fangs in kittypet collars to give us neck protection!?" Was a counter argument by one of his clan mates, and the whole clan joined in a good, long laugh. Howlingstar hadn't found it as funny. There was, however, one cute young she-cat in the clan who always managed to catch his eye. It was none other than Whitesplash, who at the time was still a kit, but was expected to become an apprentice by the next moon. Howlingstar had only just joined Thunderclan when Whitesplash, Whitekit at the time, was born. Many of the elders, senior warriors, deputy and leader were concerned about really going through with this all and allowing Howlingstar to graduate as a warrior, for they had originally decided to train him out of curiosity, not only for the Firestar legend, but because of what an odd cat he was.
But his skills as a fighter couldn't be denied, and Howlingstar eventually became a warrior. His faith in Starclan could not possibly be broken, especially after speaking to Starclan at the Moonpool with his mentor, a rough old brown tabby and white tom with blue eyes named Talloak. Talloak was a tough mentor, only accepting Howlingstar's every best effort in everything, but a good warrior at heart, never taking pity on Howlingstar when the others picked on him, but supporting him all the way. After Howlingstar's warrior ceremony, Talloak retired to the elder's den with pride for his last apprentice. Only a few weeks after Howlingstar became a warrior, earning his name, "Howlingwind", another she-cat, Pumpkinflower, Pumpkinkit at the time, was born.
Howlingstar participated and aided Thunderclan in many battles, proving his loyalty and worth several times over again. He still continued to be attacked for his kittypet origins, as well as for the rings that still clasped tight as ever to his foot. If you were to look a little closer, you would notice that his right dew claw is noticeably smaller than the left one, having died early in his life. The extra tissue cushioned the rings against his leg, and allowed for restricted growth of the rest of his paw. His mentor was a very honorable cat, and had taught him many great virtues. Howlingstar was devastated when the following leaf-bare, his mentor lost his life to greencough. He vowed he would never forget his mentors last words, directed at him, to never, ever lose sight of what he knew in his heart was justice, and to always trust in Starclan, even when all seemed lost. Those words have gotten him through the worst of times imaginable.
Howlingstar found that one of the things that most fascinated him was kits. Every birth in Thunderclan brought his gentle warrior's heart to tears of joy, especially when he saw the kits for the first time, and understood the significance of miracles like these. Howlingstar had discovered his love for kits even back when Whitekit, now Whitepaw, soon to become a warrior, was born. Because of that, he has always had a very soft, tender spot for kits and apprentices, and has has the joy of mentoring many apprentices. Howlingstar's first apprentice ever as a warrior was the beautiful young tortoiseshell tabby she-cat, Pumpkinflower, then known as Pumpkinpaw. Even by then, Howlingstar met with disapproval wherever he turned about his kittypet origins. Some could argue that it was even worse now that he was a warrior. Several warriors, senior warriors, elders, apprentices, and cats from other clans felt that he should not have been allowed to become a warrior of Thunderclan. The only friend he really had at the time was Pumpkinflower and Whitesplash. The two young she-cats never ever discriminated or considered his past life as a kittypet. They were of the very few cats who treated him for who he was.
Although Pumpkinflower was his apprentice, he knew in his heart that it was Pumpkinflower to saved him from darkness, for at some point, the stress was so great, Howlingstar had even considered leaving for everyone's sake. Pumpkinflower became his best friend. but when he began to have feelings for the young apprentice, the drama only got worse, for it was terribly looked down upon to take an apprentice as a mate. Howlingstar was an emotional mess. When he managed to show the leader what an honorable warrior he was, and received the privilege to go to the Gathering, he broke down to a Windclan warrior's cruel taunts and dishonored himself and his clan. Howlingstar had never felt so alone. It was only worse that he and Pumpkinflower had just gotten into a fight the day before. As much as it really, really hurt, he knew that the best thing to do was to man it out and encourage Pupmkinflower to find happiness with a handsome white tom her age named Yangheart, also a non-clan-born cat: a former rogue.
It seemed like that was how everyone's happily ever after would turn out. Pumpkinflower and Yangheart eventually became warriors, and Howlingstar couldn't possibly be more proud of his first apprentice. Everyone was happy, except for Howlingstar. He was broken and defeated. Pumpkinflower didn't need him anymore; she had Yangheart. The deputy hated his guts and thought he was not even worthy to be friends with Pupmkinflower anymore. The leader was indifferent. Almost every other warrior and apprentice in the clan was disappointed in him. Honorable warrior? It certainly didn't describe him now. Right now, the best thing for him and everyone else would be to leave the clans alone for good. Those were the words coursing through his mind those days. He expected never to get another apprentice again. Whitesplash was busy all the time with her own apprentice. It really had gotten this bad.
Howlingstar was seriously getting ready to say his goodbyes, expecting to hear only "Good riddance!" as his farewells. But if this was how the story ended, you'd all know I was lying, for here he is now. In fact, the very morning Howlingstar was walking outside the camp entrance, Whitesplash came up to him and invited him to go with her and her apprentice on the dawn patrol. Speechless with surprise, he took up her offer. And that was the beginning of his best days with Whitesplash. She had saved him from himself. And before he knew it, he realized he had again allowed himself to fall in love. The two got along as well as the closest frolicking kits. He found no one could cheer him up like Whitesplash. Even when he let himself feel down and begin to think about all his sorrows, it just so happened to be that the pretty white and brown splotched female would appear and cheer him right back up again. Even when the rest of the clan would continue to taunt him and make fun of him, Whitesplash always seemed to surprise her clan with her kindness toward the pitiful former kittypet. He really didn't understand why she was so kind to him, of all toms in the clan.There were plenty of other handsome, honorable toms in the clan, but whenever the choice seemed to come up, the beautiful she-cat would always trot cheerfully up to Howlingstar's side.
Things really never stayed wonderful for long. Never in all the elders' greatest memories has a time been known without tragedy. Pumpkinflower's mate, Yangheart was killed in an accident. It broke Howlingstar's heart to see Pumpkinflower so crushed by the blow of the tragedy, and it was only Whitesplash's support that kept him from being consumed by his own guilt for being unable to cheer his old apprentice no matter how hard he tried. The only thing he was more afraid of was earning Pumpkinflower's anger towards him in her anguish, but he felt even more frustrated when his words had no effect, and he had to tell himself that the best thing he could do for her was to leave her be, and trust her to be strong like he mentored her up to be. Even if that's what he, and the other members of the clan told him to do, he still worried for her. This would be another tragedy to add up to her already-long list of tragedies. He felt guilty for ever thinking that his was a pitiful case at all. To have been born into a loving, promising family, and having it taken away from you before you can comprehend it, and then losing your last chance for happiness...he could hardly imagine it, but he honestly didn't want to, and his worry for Pumpkinflower only increased.
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Howlingstar's HISTORY, PT 2.
Time seemed to pass quickly. Thunderclan's leader died, and the deputy was banned from becoming leader for having kits with a Riverclan cat, and so a tiger-striped tabby she-cat known as Tigerstar stepped forward, and was accepted by Starclan with welcome paws as leader of Thunderclan. Howlingstar and Tigerstar got along better than most, and they fought alongside each other much more often than naught in battles, coming to trust each other in that respect. Tigerstar was also one of the cats that supported him when he was down, for she had once for a while been suspected of having a kittypet father, however their relationship was more out of respect than any other. By this time, several of the older cats that used to disapprove of Howlingstar's acceptance into the clan and graduation to warrior status had either died, or retired to the elder's den and gotten over their hatred. So when the critical time came for Tigerstar to choose a deputy, few cats objected when she chose Howlingstar for deputy.
Humble, he was extremely grateful to Tigerstar. In fact, this was a huge turning point in his life, for being chosen as deputy and being accepted by his clan as deputy seemed to finally decree that he was a true Thunderclan cat, an honorable warrior, and one to be acknowledged for his valiant deeds as a warrior. Howlingstar would never let Tigerstar forget how grateful he was to her for trusting him as her deputy. Honored, he certainly was. Howlingstar took his new job seriously, and soon enough, he was a pro at it. He had an exceptional mind at picking out balanced patrols, and was a great aid to Tigerstar when discussing battle plans, and pulling them all through in their time of need. Together with Tigerstar and Kestrelclaw, Howlingstar fought off the Windclan invadors who came to try and steal prey, signalling the first of the events known to Thunderclan of the great famine in Windclan.
Although it was plain as day that Howlingstar and Whitesplash were friendly enough to be mates, they had both shyly stayed off the subject whenever it came up. This could most likely be due to Howlingstar's tendency to take the utmost caution towards anything related to his own personal feelings. He simply never ever wanted to have an emotional break down like he had done before. He had definitely matured, however he was still cautious and careful. He had come a long way to have all the blessings he had now; he had way too much to lose at risk. Howlingstar did eventually man up one day that he was taking a catnap and awoke to find him and Whitesplash alone in the forest. The timing was perfect, and he told the ever forgiving, never judging she-cat exactly how he felt for her. He knew he was taking a huge risk, but he was a fool for even worrying that Whitesplash might reject him. Maybe he had finally found true happiness that would last. Was it really safe to say he had finally found love?
After that, it was hardly even a moon before Whitesplash announced that she was expecting Howlingstar's kits, and Howlingstar thought he would explode with joy. As soon as his duties were over, the anxious deputy would always go straight to the nursery to check on Whitesplash, even weeks before she was expected to begin kitting. The season was New-leaf, the perfect time of the year for the greatest likelihood of a healthy litter. For Howlingstar, life couldn't possibly be happier. He had found a mate who truly loved him for who he was, and now he was going to be a father to the beautiful she-cat's kits. Even though sometimes it felt like the longest wait ever, it was also the shortest wait, for each day brought closer the greatest blessing Howlingstar could ever ask for. Whitesplash had three kits: A fluffy ginger and white tabby tom, and two calico she-cats, one as fluffy as the tom, and the other much smaller than her littermates. The happy parents named their kits together. The tom was Emberkit, the fluffy calico she-cat was Brightkit, and the small calico she-cat was Mousekit. Howlingstar knew that the only thing more wonderful in life than kits and acceptance was family.
Fate can't stay wonderful and nice forever. Mousekit, the "runt" of the litter, was physically weak and unhealthy. The first tragedy in Howlingstar's new family struck when the kit was found not breathing one morning, less than a week after the birth. It was a devastating blow to the entire family, and to the Clan who cheered on the couple from the sidelines. Unlike the times before when Howlingstar would take some time to mourn for himself, this time, he had a familly to support, and had to force himself to move on if not for his own dignity, but for his family that needed him most. Howlingstar seemed to see this as another reason to work extra hard. He sent patrols out, and went on the patrols too. He worked himself ragged sometimes even, going on patrols every day, and visiting the nursery to see his new family even when he was half asleep and should probably have headed straight for the warrior's den. Eventually, Emberkit and Brightkit were apprenticed to their mentors, Echofire and Pumpkinflower.
But Cruel Fate wasn't done playing with Howlingstar's family life yet. Leaf-fall had just barely begun when Whitesplash and Brightpaw caught greencough. It was so sudden, and the two were losing strength every day. Howlingstar could hardly believe what was happening to his mate and daughter; the reality of it all was crueler than anything that he could remember. He tried everything he could to save them, but in what seemed like overnight, Whitesplash and Brightpaw took their last breaths and went to be in Starclan. He had finally found love, and now his love had been stolen away from him. The only living family member Howlingstar had left then was his quiet son, Emberpaw. Howlingstar vowed to raise his son up to be a good, honorable warrior.
The father and son supported each other through this tough time, and boy was it tough.This had to be, by far, the worse loss. Even worse so was that neither would allow themselves to mourn for the sake of the clan and each other. Like every other tradegy before, this event changed Howlingwind, but what worried him was how much of an effect it had on Emberpaw. The young tom had always been quiet, shy and polite. Howlingwind wondered what his son's hidden feelings were many times. Howlingstar sought to take on the burden for what remained of his family for the sake of his son and his clan. His efforts were not in vain, as Emberpaw looked up to his father very affectionately. Howlingstar however had conceded to live on with his grief.
The situation was similar with Pumpkinflower, who also was living with the loss of a loved one, but what the two didn't do that they should have, was talk to each other about it even once. Conversations with his old best friend were few, and lacking in any emotion. Howlingstar feared for their friendship more than anything now, but he was hesitant about approaching her about it, knowing that he could not make the same mistake again like before that led to the disaster of ruining hers and his honor, and as a deputy, he knew better than to take risks when he had way too much to lose. One day, when he was taking a walk with his son, Emberpaw, he happened to meet Pumpkinflower talking with Cloudfeather from Windclan across the border.
Only recently had Windclan attacked Thunderclan for the piece of moors on Thunderclan's side of the stream, and lost to Thunderclan, so Howlingwind was pleased to hear that Windclan was faring well, and appeared to have no more need to fight for territory. He hadn't realized how badly he and Pumpkinflower had come to understand each other until before he knew it, he was being accused of scolding Pumpkinflower for suspecting friendship between her and Cloudfeather. Indeed, he knew that it wasn't common for most warriors to be so friendly with outsiders, but he also knew and liked that Pumpkinflower was that way to everyone; it was her kind and caring heart that he had mentored that he would never become a stranger to. But the strong feelings of rejection without any provocation left him confused and helpless.
They say that even in the time of greatest pain, however, courage will get you through, and make you stronger. Like the final battle before the golden age, that final conflict made both cats realize what was happening. Howlingstar had gone out one early, rainy dawn, when Pumpkinflower joined him. They were alone, and before the two knew it, they were spilling out everything about how they felt. Howlingstar was overjoyed that their friendship was being mended stronger than before. Then they realized that they were more a like than any other two cats. They had both lost a loved one, and desperately needed more than anything to be loved by someone, and it was at that time that Howlingstar remembered the true feelings he had always held for the beautiful tortoiseshell tabby she-cat, his best friend and favorite cat in the whole world.
Maybe he had finally found his own happily ever after. Maybe they had both finally found their own happily ever after. Howlingstar realized that all along, the one true friend he had was right beside him. The two came together closer than ever before.
While his personal issues were now solved, the status of the clans was far from solved. Thunderclan and Shadowclan were about to go to war due to a misunderstanding. Warriors, apprentices, deputies and medicine cats from both clans had been discovered dead on the border. Little did the angry clans, seeking vengeance for their clanmates,, know that the true blame fell upon a small group of violent rogues that wished to destroy the clans for their territories. In the first battle against Shadowclan, Tigerstar lost two lives. Almost immediately, the medicine cat of Thunderclan received a desperate warning from Starclan that their enemy could not be found in the shadows, but cloaked in light. This obviously meant that Shadowclan was not to blame, but now, Shadowclan's medicine cat having received a similar message, the two clans turned their blame to Windclan. They were desperate. Someone, or another had murdered their clanmates, and they wanted revenge. A rare occurance then happened. Tigerstar agreed with Whirlstar, the leader of Shadowclan then, to ally themselves up against Windclan.
The clans were desperate for a scapegoat, and another war raged through the territories as Thunderclan and Shadowclan attacked Windclan and Riverclan on Thunderclan's territory. Truth be told, Windclan had also discovered one day, both of its medicine cats murdered, as well as the death of a few of its warriors and apprentices. Having been unable to blame Riverclan for it, Windclan and Riverclan aimed their hatred toward the northern territories. Some elders say it was the darkest time the clan had ever known. Nothing ever had come close to this scale of a war, and over false accusations, Starclan had never been more worried about the fate of the clans since the war with the Dark Forest.
During the course of the great war, all of the leaders lost many lives, leaving Tigerstar down to just one. Whirlstar of Shadowclan lost his last life. Many warriors were lost in the war, and Howlingstar was extremely grateful to Starclan more than ever that they had spared his family the fates of the other warriors. After the war, it was a huge blow to the clans' morals to discover from their medicine cats that the entire war was meaningless. The four clans then began working together to find the true culprets. Eventually, the search mission brought results, and the eight white rogue cats, their white pelts being the source of Starclan's message of "an enemy cloaked in white", were captured and brought to justice. In the end, Tigerstar lost her last life at the still-young age of thirty-eight moons, and Howlingstar found himself with the future of Thunderclan from here on out in his paws.
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ROCKETTAIL
WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN
THE BASICS
NAME,
His name is ROCKETTAIL.
GENDER,
Rockettail is a MALE character.
AGE,
Rockettail is TWENTY-TWO moons old.
POSITION,
Rockettail is a WARRIOR of SHADOWCLAN.
SHORT DESCRIPTION,
Rockettail is a SCRUFFY DARK GREY TOM with COLD BLUE eyes and LARGE CLAWS.
STATS,
STR;; 3.
STA;; 2.
DEX;; 3.
SPE;; 4.
APPEARANCE,
The most peculiar thing about Rockettail is his rather unflattering scruffy dark gray pelt that doesn't ever seem to reflect the light of day or moonlight. His dark gray fur seems to stick out at every angle possible, as if Rockettail has never groomed himself since his mother gave him baths as a kit. Truth be told, he doesn't groom his pelt. "Too much of a hassle." is what he says. But he doesn't ever appear to mind the consquences of never grooming his coat, that include a dull color, matted furr, getting his fur tangled up, and his scruffy look. But that's far from the only thing weird about Rockettail. He has big ears. Not like the cute, chibi ears that you see in cartoons: he's got big, long, elf ears, and on a cat, it's far from attractive. Does he care? Of course not. The better to hear ya' with, right!? Now Rockettail's build may make him appear small at first, but in reality he is actually a pretty normal size for a tom. What makes him seem so small is his skinny, lanky figure. He doesn't have overly long limbs, but his lack of all buffness makes him appear to have long limbs. The only muscle he does have is the hidden stuff: deep in his shoulders, chest, under his arms, and in his hips. The existing muscle in his shoulders, as well as his overly long, curved front claws greatly aids him in his talent for climbing trees. His front claws are so big that he doesn't even bother to sheathe them when doing regular activities in day to day life. But they are the only thing he does take care of. He can be seen fiddling with his claws, then licking them clean and shiny, then playing with them some more.
Rockettail's eyes even can't be fitted into the category of a normal cat's features. He has large eyes of a cold blue color, which seem to be always giving a wild, almost insane expression to his face. His face is just as not flattering as his fur. He has very prominent cheek bones that give his face a guant appearance, while the small tuffts of fur on his cheeks just don't fit the picture right. he has a pointy nose, but his muzzle isn't all that long, while his chin seems to also come to a sharp point, even though it is mostly fur. right between his elf ears on the top of his head, he has an out-of-place tufft of fur that gives his head a pointy look. There's few other words to describe his... pointy head. At least you can relate a few words to his tail. The tip can be described as "tufted", but with one side of his tail tip fur going the wrong way, it really looks like a demon tail, and looks especially odd to other cats.
THE TRAITS
PERSONALITY,
Rockettail is known for his carefree attitude, whether it creeps others out, annoys the heck out of them, or gives them something to giggle about. He's willing to comment about anything that's on his mind, and doesn't think twice about the consequences. This often gets him in to trouble, but he hasn't yet learned from his actions. Most of the time, though, when Rockettail is around those who, of the majority, tolerate him, he can be the biggest goofball. Around the ones who hate his guts, he gets a little creepy, finding it difficult to act normal, or whatever he believes is normal. But when he is around those who appreciate him for who he truly is, of which are few, he can more easily show how caring he truly is for his clanmates, which he won't hesitate to risk everything for.
He has a protective and supportive personality. He can be very violent and get into fights a lot, but really has a kind heart. He supports his friends and tries to encourage and help them. Even though he can't help but tease his clan mates all the time, he is actually quite protective of them, and will show this trait when it counts. Due to the disrespect he receives from others, he sometimes claims that he aims to surpass his clan-mates, one day. He is clueless at times such as saying phrases wrong or just being oblivious. Despite this, he is sometimes able to connect with someone's feelings to his own. He's not the type of cat for chores, or duties, though he was able to pass his assessments and become a warrior.
Rockettail is immature, which leads other cats into showing him little respect. He is headstrong and is often very open with his friends. However, even his friends sometimes have a hard time handling his personality. He does actually have a small soft-spot for kits, and will act noticeably more gentle around them. Last but not least, Rockettail's well known weakness, another thing that gets him into big trouble, is for pretty she-cats.
LIKES,
- himself
- climbing trees
- hunting
- fighting
DISLIKES,
- being offended
- boredom
- border patrols
FEARS,
FLAWS,
- selfish
- unsocial
- lazy
- apathetic
THE HISTORY
FAMILY- MOTHER: Shadow - sleek black tom with green eyes.
- FATHER: Creek - thin gray she-cat with blue eyes.
- ADOPTED MOTHER: Dawncloud- gray and white patched she-cat with yellow eyes.
HISTORY, Rockettail never really met his father. His father was a famous rogue, known to almost all of the kittypets. Nobody messed with Shadow. Rockettail was very young, barely a moon old, when during a storm, his mother never returned to their den on the edge of a forest. Rebellious even as a kit, he took it upon himself to go look for her. He was very blessed by Starclan to have wandered just into Shadowclan territory before he collapsed of exhaustion, and was completely vulnerable to attack by anything you could list off. Rockettail was found by Dawncloud. She was pregnant at the time with her own kits, and adopted Rockettail, keeping his origins a secret, kitting on the very day she brought Rockettail to the camp with her. Only the medicine cat knows that Rockettail wasn't clan-born, but due to Dawncloud's friendship with the medicine cat, the medicine cat agreed to keep it a secret.
Rockettail became an apprentice, but he had a hard time focusing. His skills in combat and hunting were fine, but his attention span and attitude about chores were not. Even so, he eventually became a warrior.
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RUSSETFUR
MEDICINE CAT OF RIVERCLAN
THE BASICS
NAME,
Her name is RUSSETFUR.
GENDER,
Russetfur is a FEMALE character.
AGE,
Russetfur is 18 moons old.
POSITION,
Russetfur is a MEDICINE CAT of RIVERCLAN.
SHORT DESCRIPTION,
Russetfur is a beautiful fluffy reddish brown she-cat with gold eyes.
STATS,
STR || 1
STA || 3
DEX || 2
SPE || 4
APPEARANCE,
Russetfur was named for her beautiful, soft reddish-brown fluffy pelt, which seems to fluff out in all the right places on her lithe body. On land, she is as graceful as can be, and in he water, she is a fluid as a swimming snake. The color of her fur is a gradient from chocolate brown to soft light tan with a rich reddish color in between. She is lean and tall in stature, but only seeming tall when compared with the rest of her graceful body. She has long white whiskers protruding from her dainty little lips, and her large ears seem to help frame the shape of her face. Her eyes are of a gentle honey golden color, and the tip of her tail is coated in that rick dark chocolate color.
THE TRAITS
PERSONALITY,
Russetfur has been known by all of the members of Riverclan who know and knew her as the kind, gentle, sweet, caring she-cat she is. She absolutely hates fighting of any kind, and believes that all fights can and should be resolved with mature words of wisdom and guidance from Starclan. While this belief is based off what happened to the clans the last time the cats of the clans fought first, asked second, it is also based off her own personal desires. Russetfur has sworn that she would always be helpful to her clan as a medicine cat, and would never fail them, and as of yet, she hasn't. As an apprentice, she persevered through her first deliveries, bad injuries, sickness, greencough, and even fatal injuries, and has learned from them all. The one and only time she had ever let a clan mate die was to a fatal wound in the head after a battle, a wound she could not save no matter what, but it has fueled her desire to only accept success of everything she does. She is very strong in this way, but she is very weak. She was weak before, and still gets over it now. She has a terrible fear of failure, and letting another cat die, and the longer she goes on like this, the stronger it gets, putting herself at risk for depression should one day, a cat die under her care. She loses confidence in herself easily, and hesitates more than anyone would like.
LIKES,
DISLIKES,
- fighting/war
- sickness
- yarrow
FEARS,
- failure
- letting a clanmate die
- war like against the northern territories.
FLAWS,
- hesitant
- inconfident
- worrysome
THE HISTORY
FAMILY
- MOTHER: Ivorytail - Silvery gray fluffy she-cat with green eyes.
- FATHER: Skyclaw - Reddish brown tom with amber eyes.
- SIBLING(S): Forestclaw - brown tabby tom with green eyes.
Thrushpelt - Pale gray shaded om with amber eyes.
HISTORY,
As a kit, Russetfur was even then very shy, careful, and disliked fighting.While her brothers, Forestkit and Thrushkit would wrestle, playing Riverclan and Windclan, she would stay far out of the way with a wary watch on the two.When her brothers tried to force her to join their games, she would always manage to struggle her way out of it, sharpening her escaping-from-a-fight skills. This labelled her a coward from that very moment on. The clan didn't need a medicine cat apprentice, as it already had one at the time, so becoming a medicine cat apprentice was out of the question.
But Russetfur's goal hadn't been to become the medicine cat apprentice; she had only wanted to be not a burden to her clan, but was struggling to find out how. Her lack of talent or motivation for fighting and her weak skills for hunting frustrated her mentor to no end. But the one that this all frustrated to most was Russetfur, whose wishes to be an asset to the clan were crushed. But just in time, though not an event still to be joyful about, the medicine cat suddenly passed away from sickness, and the was - apprentice, now newly - made medicine cat was happy to take Russetfur under her wing as the medicine cat apprentice. Just as if destiny had planned it all out since the beginning, Russetfur did well in her training, working hard to memorize and get better at herbs. What she loved most about her job was that she could be helpful to her clan in a very important way.
Eventually, her mentor died from a fatal wound on the day after the clan was invaded by Shadowclan and the kind medicine cat had received the wound from a vicious attack by a shadowclan warrior. But since then, Russetfur has proved herself a worthy medicine cat who always is eager to help, and prides herself in her job that she loves so much.
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EMBERPAW
APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN
THE BASICS
NAME,
His name is EMBERPAW.
GENDER,
Emberpaw is a MALE character.
AGE,
Emberpaw is TWELVE moons old.
POSITION,
Emberpaw is an APPRENTICE of THUNDERCLAN.
SHORT DESCRIPTION,
Emberpaw is a LARGE FLUFFY ORANGE AND WHITE TABBY TOM with AMBER eyes.
STATS,
STR ||4
STA ||3
DEX ||3
SPE ||2
APPEARANCE,
Emberpaw is well known already for his fluffy orange pelt, which seems to glow as if on fire when viewed with the sun's rays lighting up his fur. Although he has grown just an inch short of his father's size, his fluff appears to make up for that last inch. Even Howlingstar doesn't know who Emberpaw got such a fluffy pelt from, but the possibilities lie in Howlingstar's side. Howlingstar never met his father, but it was his father's fluffy pelt of a maine coon that gave his son such a fluffy orange pelt. On his nose, face, chest, paws, and belly are wide patches of white fur. His eyes match the color of his father's amber eyes. Like his father, he has a large build, strong muscles, and broad shoulders. Unlike his father, however, he has short, wide, triangular shaped ears, though it is theorized that the length of his ears is hidden in the fluff of his head. All of his muscle and brawn, however, usually appears to be hidden by a thick outer layer of fluffiness.
THE TRAITS
PERSONALITY,
Emberpaw has become known for his soft, gentle, personality. This is yet another thing that differs him from his father. He is very soft-spoken, but extremely polite to all other cats, especially those in a standing higher than his own. He is very shy too, known for rarely speaking, and even when in a conversation, he is less likely to talk at all. Like a stereotypical gentle giant, Emberpaw usually refrains from violence unless his friends are threatened, when he shows unlikely ferocity. Although he usually hides his feelings, is withdrawn, and slow to speak, he won't hesitate to show how much he cares for his friends, and will protect them no matter what the cost. Like his father, Emberpaw also has a soft spot for kits, and is especially gentle around them, but it still is difficult for him to open up, even to kits. Despite the fact that he usually refrains from any sort of violence, Emberpaw secretly is proud of his strength that he inherited from his father, and hopes that he will make his father proud of him, and actually longs to run into battle like the hero he dreams of, the hero that is his father.
LIKES,
DISLIKES,
- violence
- greed
- evil
- water -it makes him feel really heavy with all that fur to soak.
FEARS,
- failing his father/disappointing Howlingstar
- failing/disappointing his clan
- fire
FLAWS,
- shy, withdrawn, very soft-spoken
- worries a lot, frets (in his mind)
THE HISTORY
FAMILY
- MOTHER: Whitesplash - brown and white patched she-cat with blue eyes.
- FATHER: Howlingstar - VERY LARGE MEDIUM FURRED BROWN SHADED TOM with GOLDEN eyes and THREE METAL BANDS ON HIS RIGHT FORELEG.
- SIBLING(S): Brightpaw - fluffy ginger calico she-cat with amber eyes.
HISTORY,
Emberpaw was born as the first born son of Howlingstar and Whitesplash, followed by his two sisters, Mousekit and Brightpaw. During their kit days, however, Mousekit was physically weak, and soon died of sickness. That was only the first of the tragedies in Emberpaw's family. Next was when his mother, Whitesplash, caught greencough and died during his apprenticeship, leaving his father, Howlingstar, alone. He had always looked up to his father and secretly admired his father like a hero to thunderclan. He could sense his father's true feelings of deep sorrow when his mother and sister died. But before even then, Emberpaw had always been as shy as he is.
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his table, since his picture has my old photomanip of his eyes, which looks yucky x3
APPLELEAF
WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN
THE BASICS
NAME,
His name is APPLELEAF.
GENDER,
He is a MALE character.
AGE,
Appleleaf is 26 moons old.
POSITION,
Appleleaf is a WARRIOR of WINDCLAN.
SHORT DESCRIPTION,
Appleleaf is a FLUFFY DARK GINGER TABBY TOM with BRIGHT GREEN eyes and WHITE-TIPPED TAIL.
STATS,
STR || 2
STA || 3
DEX || 4
SPE || 3
APPEARANCE,
Appleleaf's first part his name was obviously in reference to his bright red fur, which can also be described as a dark ginger color. He has medium length fur, so the shape of his fur doesn't distort the shape of his lithe frame. His coat pattern is that of the tabby, but the stripes are faded, blending into the rest of his red fur. The places where you can actually see distinct tabby markings are on his forehead, his tail, and places where his fur is thinner. His tabby markings are also a bit darker around his forehead, contrasting with the lighter shades of red found there. With a lithe body comes the dexterity of a shadowclan cat, and his fur doesn't slow him down at all. He pays for dexterity with strength, but has learned to fight well even so. He has average speed with his lean muscles, but he is not one of the tallest cats. He is actually more on the shorter side of the scale for an average tom cat. He has a fluffy long tail tipped with pure white fur as his only white marking.
THE TRAITS
PERSONALITY,
Appleleaf has always been known to be a prankster, often playing tricks, teasing others, getting into trouble, and getting scolded for it. He is generally a very cheerful, happy cat, and doesn't let much get him down. He can also be a bit cocky, letting his words run off his tongue before giving them a single inspection, and offending his clan mates left and right. Despite this, he is actually quite intelligent and curious, which leads him face first into trouble all the time. He does this to get attention, because he really has a deep fear of being rejected completely by his clan mates. That is why he always is doing stuff to make himself the center of attention, whether through mocking his clan mates, boosting his ego with words, or getting into trouble. But Appleleaf will never hesitate to jump in to protect his clan mates, because he treasures them like family. Like most tom cats, he likes she-cats, and has a bad little habit of speaking about things he shouldn't speak of, and sniffing in places he definitely shouldn't.
LIKES,
- she-cats
- pranks
- attention
- leaf fall
DISLIKES,
- elders - so grumpy
- bossy cats
- new leaf - the melting snow makes everything so muddy!
FEARS,
- rejection
- losing a clan battle
FLAWS,
- proud
- a pervert
- attention seeker
THE HISTORY
FAMILY
- MOTHER: Sunflower - short fluffy golden tabby she-cat with gray eyes and white belly, tail tip, & muzzle.
- FATHER: Cloudstorm - a black tom with blue eyes and a short tail.
- SIBLING(S): UNNAMED - a lean gray she-cat with amber eyes and white tail tip, belly and paws.
UNNAMED - a lean fluffy red tabby she-cat with gray eyes.
HISTORY,
Appleleaf was actually born after his father had died earlier in battle, so he never got to meet his father, Cloudstorm, who was a black tom with blue eyes and known for having a short tail, and an excellent shadowclan warrior, renowned for his resilience and stealth by the other clans. Appleleaf's mother, Sunflower, died during his birth, so he never really got to know his mother either. He was raised as an orphan by another Shadowclan queen, Dawncloud, and the same queen who raised Rockettail as well as her own litter. Sunflower was known to be a short, fluffy golden she-cat with gentle, loving gray eyes, and patches of white fur. Because of the high population of kits at the time that Dawncloud was raising in the nursery, Appleleaf had plenty of playmates, although he had a hard time making friends, for even then, he was difficult to get along with, getting well known for his teasing and endless pranks. The issue was that, he was surrounded by other kits, but they ignored him and shunned him for his teasing, and that seemed to be the catylist to his constant striving to get attention through any means possible.
The problem has persisted even into warrior hood. Other than his personality problems, he actually showed potential in his fighting and hunting skills, and turned out to be a rather excellent warrior like his father.
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SWIFTHEART
WARRIOR OF WINDCLAN
THE BASICS
NAME,
Her name is SWIFTHEART.
GENDER,
Swiftheart is a FEMALE character.
AGE,
Swiftheart is 18 moons old.
POSITION,
Swiftheart is a WARRIOR of WINDCLAN, though is currently a QUEEN.
SHORT DESCRIPTION,
Swiftheart is a small white she-cat with soft yellow eyes and chocolate points.
STATS,
STR || 3
STA || 1
DEX || 4
SPE || 4
APPEARANCE,
Although her siamese bloodline is far from pure, she has retained the siamese cat's silky white fur and points. Swiftheart has a base pelt color lacking in color, aka white, and has chocolate brown coloring on her ears, paws, arms, feet, tail, and in the shape of a stripe from her nose to her forehead. The trait that is most unusual for a pointed cat is her pale yellow eyes, when most pointed cats have blue eyes. It is more of a genetic mutation than mixing up of the codes, but the mutation was passed to her from her rogue father, while the codes were somewhat aligned better through her mother, a purebred siamese. Swiftheart has a round face, given by her traditional bloodline, and another odd feature being her pink nose which follows the coloring of her white fur instead of the chocolate coloring in her fur. She has a nice long tail, and long legs for running.
THE TRAITS
PERSONALITY, (Swiftheart's is my own personality, as she is my warrior cat fursona)
For starters, her clan mates say she's very soft-spoken. Swiftheart is kind, polite, caring, thoughtful, determined, strong willed, curious, intelligent, and wise being a pretty level headed cat. She is also humble, patient, competitive, proud, and stubborn. Swiftheart will never forget nor forgive you if you were to offend her, holding it against you forever, yet she is eager to forgive to those who wish to make it up. Swiftheart tends to hold grudges against those who've offended her for a very long time, but will accept a true apology, even a small apology as long as the feelings are humble or an apology through actions. She's also a bit masochistic, believing that it's good for her to endure pain, hardships, and stress, even if she doesn't like it. She tends to take more punishment than what she deserves, believing it to make her stronger in the longrun. But Swiftheart is also has a sadistic side in that she loves to win. This goes along with several of her bad traits like pride and prejudice (no ref intended) in that, when she's winning a contest, or just an easy-going game, and her opponent is losing, badly, she honestly enjoys making them suffer, especially when it is a competition of wit, talent, or skill. During rare times like when fighting off foxes and the such, she shows even more of a sadistic side of herself, knowing that she's the "good" side and her opponent is the "bad" side. That may be totally not a nice thing to say, but it is the truth. Swiftheart loves beating the crud out of those that mean her or her clan mates any harm. Swiftheart is shy, brave, and very strong-willed, letting few things stop her when she has decided upon something, and is completely confident in it. This makes her very reckless, making decisions way to fast, due to her masochistic and brave natures. She will eagerly dive head-first into danger if she knows it's for a good cause, even if she knows she will get hurt, or have to endure physical pain. She's not foolish to go and sacrifice herself for no good cause, but when facing physical pain, Swiftheart can be very masochistic, sometimes getting honor, bravery, and sacrifice all mixed up. When given the chance to feel good about herself, she gets so proud that her sadistic side can sometimes be witnessed. But when it comes to decisions where hers affect others, she is as cautious as ever. If given the choice, she would never choose to put her comrades under needless risk, and never ever rely on luck. Despite her non-clan origins, she has a strong faith in Starclan, and believes in fate, while rejecting the concept of luck. But even when others are not involved, Swiftheart tends to be overly cautious, always keeping one ear in the other direction when any kind of danger is possible. Swiftheart is also detail-oriented and thorough in what she does, treating even the smallest things like a big thing. If she were to notice a lump on the ground that bumps her foot every morning she exits the camp, she would stop to flatten it out once and for all. Swiftheart is a quick thinker, but this sometimes leads to her being reckless. She makes decisions quickly and follows them through to the end. She doesn't need much time to strategize, but neither does she take any time to strategize either. Unlike what some elders say, Swiftheart has found plenty of reasons to rush through life like that. Whether this trait of hers gets her to an untimely loss or awesome victory could go either way. This also goes along with her reckless nature, although she still never try to put her clan mates in danger. Despite her intelligence, wit, and ability to make decisions quickly and analyze stuff and judge and balance the scales of good outcome and bad outcome all real fast, she can't read sarcasm whatsoever. Neither is she good at riddles or jokes. She tends to only get the joke fine minutes after everyone else has had a good laugh. Often times she can be caught thinking deeply, and during times like this, she can come off as slow, having to come out of her thoughts before answering what was said to her nearly a minute before. Swiftheart can also be very over-reactive, even to the smallest things, as if always expecting the worst, showing to have overly prepared reflexes. Ironically, it is when the world really is in peril that she can be found to be rather under-reactive. She just doesn't pick up on others emotions and feelings as easily, and doesn't tend to follow their thinking nor think like them, which sometimes gets her into trouble with others whether she intends it or not. She just doesn't pick up on other cat's excitement as easily. while she pick up excitement from other things. Swiftheart tends to be overly dependent on others, of course except for those that she feels are below her in intelligence or strength. Whenever told to do something of significance, she always needs someone to tell her that what she is doing is right. She loses confidence in herself rather easily, as if she thinks the whole world of luck is against her. But she also has an independent side, being independent in her own way. When she sees the majority of others doing what she believes to be wrong, morally or just due to experience or personal belief, she does the opposite with pride. she's proud of her independent characteristics.
LIKES,
- virtues
- honesty
- morality
- cleanliness
- detail
- thoroughness
- kindness
- destiny
- honor
- fighting
- winning
- games
- competition
- playing
- leaf-fall
- new leaf
- respect
DISLIKES,
- selfishness
- ignorance
- lies
- ill will
- disrespect
- spiders
- bugs
- leafbare - leafbare in Windclan, an already windy place, is miserable!
- greenleaf - while it's just too hot in greenleaf x.x
- luck
- conceited cats
- obnoxiousness
- true evil
- water
FEARS,
- water
- weakness
- humiliation
- drowning
- dying alone
- failure
- vanity
FLAWS,
- shy
- reckless
- sadistic
- masochistic
- vengeful
- merciless
- anti social
THE HISTORY
FAMILY
- MOTHER: HUI XIU - a white she-cat with blue eyes and brown points.
- FATHER: HIZASHI - a white tom with amber eyes and brown points.
HISTORY,
Swiftheart was actually born to a kittypet and a rogue. Her mother was meant to be a prized traditional siamese for showing, but on accident, happened to fall in love with a handsome rogue that happened to live in the area. Naturally, her owners put the kits up for adoption, as their purebred bloodlines had been ruined. Swiftheart, at the very young age of only three moons, was rescued by her father, although it was too late for the others, who had already been adopted. For a little while, Swiftheart tried to live on her own with her father at the edge of a farmer's pasture, but when she couldn't find her father anymore, as he had been caught and taken to the shelter, she was truly alone and lost. Her wanderings soon led her to Windclan, where she was taken care of, and raised to become a warrior.
Swiftheart was mentored by Littleheart, who soon became like a family to her. She trained hard and enthusiastically to become a warrior, having no regrets. But there was also another apprentice at the time that trained with her - Ashfeather, having been Ashpaw at the time. Having both been non clan cats, the two had something alike. At first, conversation between the two of them was small and awkward, but soon they opened up to each other. Now they are mates, and Swiftheart has only recently found out that she is going to have kits.
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Origin V2 (http://origin-wolves-v2.proboards.com/index.cgi)
Fantasy Wolf Characters(http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad342/Shizuka_Hyuga/Origin%20rp/ShizukaOllec.png)
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Shizuka
theme (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8j0fArX1_TE)
voice (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pV-82lEGD8U&feature=BFa&list=PL66BA44AD7CC9AA52)
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Alias: Shizu, Shiz, Shizz, Shizzy
Gender: Female
Age: 10.5 years
Rank: Warrior Subordinate
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Ryou
theme (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ROGjsgRClXo)
voice (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-qZ0ghg5Rk)
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Alias: Ryou, Shima
Gender: Female
Age: 28 years
Rank: Scavenger
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Wyndbain Wolf Maker ref (http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad342/Shizuka_Hyuga/Origin%20rp/Sangu.png)
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Sangu
theme (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HysQUDbvkhQ)
voice (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdiLExciUxs)
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Gender: Male
Age: 28 years
Rank: Loner
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Ryuu
theme (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fp0o7GZVg30)
voice (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPTxixDZeOo)
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Alias: Ryuu
Gender: Male
Age: 22.5 years
Rank: Warrior
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(http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad342/Shizuka_Hyuga/Origin%20rp/Ukki.png)(http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad342/Shizuka_Hyuga/Origin%20rp/Ukkitest.png)
name | Ukki
alias | Pookie
gender | male
age | 5 years
rank | Scout
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name | Rozen
alias | Rose
gender | She-wolf
age | 15 years
rank | Medic
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name | Kuro Nox Oukage
alias | The Dark Prince, Dark Prince, or Prince
gender | male
age | 24 years
rank | loner
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(http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad342/Shizuka_Hyuga/Origin%20rp/Nejiwolfie.png)
name | Neji
alias | Neji
gender | male
age | 17 years
rank | Theta
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(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/067/6/6/young_adult_kuribo_by_shizukaokamichan-d5xe1nx.png)
name | Kuribo
alias | Kuri
gender | female
age | pup
rank | pup
(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/199/1/0/yusei_by_shizukaokamichan-d6e1ort.png)
name | Yusei
alias | Yusei
gender | male
age | 3 years
rank | singer
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Good Lord O.O So much sturf....
But nice job, I can tell you put a lot of effort into a lot of them :)
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Thank you very much!! :D
More Warrior Cat Characters
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Fireflower
gender | female
age | 21 moons
clan | thunderclan
rank | warrior
STR;; 2.
STA;; 1.
DEX;; 5.
SPE;; 4.
appearance;; Given her slender looks, Fireflower excels in her speed and agility, granting her extra abilities for hunting well. The tradeoff is that she has much less resiliance in battle, and, though she has the wits to out move a larger, stronger opponent, she won't last as long as she would like to in a battle. Her thick pelt seems to cover up and smooth out her muscular body, giving her a more sleek appearance. Even though she may look like a good size and shape for running, her legs being long compared to her body, she has a shorter spine, so she actually isn't as fast as one would expect from her. In battle, she is resilient and dexterous, and her attacks bite hard. Her pelt is a multitude of matches of ginger and black, as if flames were scattered across a starless night, hence the first part of her name. She has a short, compact body, but long muscular legs. Her ears are just a bit on the small side, and have a nice point to them. On her nose, muzzle, neck, chest, and paws, she has patches of white.
PERSONALITY,
Fireflower can best be described as a serious, hard working she-cat known for always taking her jobs and duties seriously. Although she sometimes gets teased for this, she hasn't changed anything about it. On the contrary, Fireflower takes pride in her hard-working nature. She is so serious about her duties that she has a rather fierce, intimidating approach to it, but she is truly a gentle, amiable and caring warrior to her friends. Her aggressive attitude in work and duties can sometimes come off as overwhelming to some, scary to the others, and odd to the rest, but she is appreciated for her enthusiasm and determination about her duties as a warrior. She has shown a bit of pride for her talents in hunting and catching prey, and tends to feel jealous of others who claim to be the best at hunting, but never openly puts anyone else down about it. Actually, she loves kits and apprentices, and has a strong motherly instinct toward them. This also makes her an excellent mentor, and she has also taken it as a duty of hers to teach her apprentices and train them to hunt almost as well as herself. Hunting is her specialty, but she can hold her own pretty well in a fight for a little while.
HISTORY,
Even as a kit, Fireflower wanted to become train hard to become a great hunter, inspired when she learned that the warriors hunted every day, searching the forest and using their skills to feed the clan, which directly affected the clan's survival. Her two brothers were happy to let her dream about that while they made it their goal to become the greatest fighters. But Fireflower had a Starclan-given gift for hunting and capturing prey, and quickly become the best hunter of all the apprentices. By the end of her apprenticeship, she was one of the best hunters in the clan, if not the very best.
As a warrior, Fireflower was an excellent hunter, benefitting Thunderclan greatly, especially during leaf-bare. Fireflower could sniff out the prey with her sharp nose, and find and use the best tactic for capturing it. One of her dreams was to go on an adventure like that of the legendary cats, Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight. She still holds this dream today.
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Sandslash
gender | female
age | 28 moons
clan | shadowclan
rank | warrior
STR;; 4.
STA;; 3.
DEX;; 3.
SPE;; 2.
APPEARANCE,
Sandslash is known for her pale colored pelt that matches the color of the sand on the shores of the lake. What sets her apart from other pale tabbies is that her stripes are of a soft, auburn color. In shape, Sandslash is not the most flattering she-cat. Although she is not buff, instead having a more lean body, she has rugged muscles, and her pelt is rough like the sand its color matches. Her green eyes are a dull, yet soft olive color, as if symbolizing that there is more to her personality than what you see outside. Sandslash has shorter legs than most cats, but the difference isn't too obvious. Shorter also are her ears and tail, but again, not a huge difference. She has the white tabby markings on her muzzle, around her eyes, and on her paws. She has needle sharp claws, aiding in her violent fighting techniques.
PERSONALITY,
Sandslash defies her gender's usual stereotyping rather easily. With her rough body and rough demeanor and tough personality, one might possibly even mistake her for a tom. Her personality on the outside is that of a tough tomboyish she-cat who sometimes even uses that tough act to get her way most f the time and get through issues physical and mental. The tougher a situation, the harder her heart gets in order to protect herself. Though we all know that really on the inside, she is just trying her best to protect her heart, Sandslash seems to take the whole defensive thing to a new level. She is slow to trust in other cats, even those from her own clan. In battle, she has excellent, aggressive fighting instincts, and doesn't need to be told even once to go out there and destroy her opponents.
HISTORY,
Sandslash led an average life from the time when she was born and was known as Sandkit. Despite her cold personality now as a warrior, she used to be much more optimistic as a kit. Sandslash even then, though, was a more quiet, reserved she-cat. She got along very well with her sister, Beechfur, who was known as Beechkit at the time, but as the elder sibling, Sandslash had always seemed to be one step ahead of her sand-colored littermate. Sandslash always won their wrestling matches, and never let her sister forget it. She used to flaunt her pride all the time, but was a hard working apprentice who took her job seriously, though seemed to never let anyone outdo her. At first, her sister, Beechfur had always just looked up to Sandslash as a rival to compete with at every chance she got. But no matter how hard Beechfur tried, she could never seem to surpass or even match up to her sister's skills, and the fact began to frustrate her to no end.
Sandslash used to even tease Beechfur about it, though for the most part, Beechfur was tolerant of it. But during their assessments, Sandslash seemed to ace all the assessments, and although she also brought back a decent amount of prey, Sandslash's overwhelmingly greater size of catch put Beechfur further in the shadow of her sister, and Beechfur did not pass her first assessment, leaving her to remain an apprentice, and Sandslash to move on to become a warrior. During the ceremony, Sandslash wondered why Beechfur was sitting towards the back of the group, and why she couldn't hear her sister chanting her new warrior name. During the vigil, Sandslash only caught a glimpse of hate filled eyes from her sister. After the warrior ceremony, Sandslash went immediately to see her sister, and was terribly surprised when Beechfur suddenly snapped and told her sister everything from the very beginning and how she felt. The talk turned into an argument, and ended with "I hate you!"'s coming from both sides. But the two sisters walked away from the argument with heavy hearts, both feeling guilty for their words and actions.
To this day, Sandslash has never forgiven herself for the way she acted and treated her sister during their kit and apprentice days, and for the words she said to her sister. Beechfur did eventually become a warrior, but has never forgiven herself for her jealousy and hatred toward her sister, and for the things she told her sister. Now the two sisters almost never speak or do anything together if they can help it, and talk between them is overly polite and foreign, as if they hardly know each other.
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Thistleclaw
gender | male
age | 32 moons
clan | windclan
rank | warrior
STR;; 2.
STA;; 3.
DEX;; 2.
SPE;; 5.
APPEARANCE,
The first thing you will notice about Thistleclaw is his tall build, giving his very mature, stern and serious features an even more elevated look. Standing proud and tall on his long, flexible limbs, there's no mistaking that he is of Windclan blood. The way he holds his head and tail may seem intimidating at first, but a mature and serious facial expression is all that really is intimidating about him, while seeming even more intimidating due to his height. However, after you've taken your first look at him, you realize that he's just your typical dark cinnamon/gray tabby tom, his nose, toes, and back of ears flecked with a tinge of chestnut brown.
Obviously, Thistleclaw is very fast. His physique will immediately remind you of a cheetah, and he lives up to the image well. With powerful lungs, and long, yet strong legs, so well muscled for hard core sprinting, he excels as a true runner. His stamina is average, but it is in the durability area that he lacks in. Naturally, as a runner, he has little need for the extra weight, including that which comes in the form of muscle, therefore he does not do well in a battle of strength. And as mature and calm as he is, he has the wits to go with it all and back it up.
PERSONALITY,
Thistleclaw is more or less one of those "cool" and "mature" characters who doesn't say much. But if you pester him into talking, you'll probably just have a very annoyed cat on your hands. He doesn't like opening up to others, even those from within his clan. The only one he really has opened up to is his younger brother, tall, but not as tall as himself. But Thistleclaw's habit of refraining from ever saying anything seriously threatens have him leading a dull life, if it weren't for his brother, the only one who can ever get him to do much of his own will and freedom. Thistleclaw, a loyal cat down to the last drop of warrior blood, will do everything the leader and deputy of Windclan tells him to, without question or comment, so he can certainly be trusted to follow orders and see to it that a job, no matter how important, gets done.
But when those of lessor rank than him, such as new warriors, apprentices, kits, and even queens, try to say anything to him, you can't be sure whether he even heard them, and if he did, you can't be sure whether he's gonna consider it at all. He won't disrespect elders, but he still won't acknowledge them much, which gets him quickly on their bad side. In fact, he tends to lose friends as quickly as he gains them, not of his doing, because when others talk to him, sometimes he might just walk away with out batting an ear, leaving them still talking mid-sentence.
The few who have ever seen him smile are his mother and brother, and even then he has only smiled a few times, playing with his brother or being cuddled by his mother as a kit. It's hard to know what's going on in this cool tom's head. He's had she-cats running up to him as quickly as they run away hissing, without having ever said a word or shown any emotions about it.
HISTORY,
Thistleclaw was a calm, quiet tom even as a kit. But it was those innocent days that were the few times that he ever smiled: when his mother was giving him a bath as she told him how one day he was going to grow up big and strong with his brother, and become the coolest warrior in Windclan, and when he and his brother play-fighted together, and he won. He wasn't close with his father, but from afar, he admired his father, a tall, dark gray tabby like himself, handsome and strong.
It was during his apprentice days that his mother was killed, chased by a sheep-dog over into the Gorge. He had been playing with his brother in the camp when the warriors returned with his mother's body. Some say that ever since then was when Thistleclaw stopped showing any emotion or speaking aloud.
Now that his brother has become the leader of Windclan, Thistleclaw still doesn't speak much at all. He continues to do his chores every day, and watches his brother from afar proudly.
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Darkfeather
gender | male
age | 20 moons
clan | riverclan
rank | warrior
STR;; 4.
STA;; 2.
DEX;; 4.
SPE;; 2.
APPEARANCE,
Darkfeather can easily be seen as a handsome tom. His pure black pelt and white paws, neck, and chin give him a very sophisticated, elegant appearance. He is handsome, and he knows this very well, and is quite proud of it. He gives his sleek, shiny black pelt a thorough grooming at every break time and after every meal or patrol. His efforts have paid off, though, and his pelt is almost the silkiest, softest thing you'll ever touch in all the clans, and can be compared to a kit's nest. Being a Riverclan cat, his fur is a bit more oily than a usual cat to keep himself warm and his fur waterproof, although even compared to other Riverclan cats, Darkfeather's pelt is a bit more oily then that. He keeps his pelt nice and shiny 24/7, and nothing puts him on edge more than having a bad fur day. He usually will be unwilling to do anything until his fur is looking its best, which gets him into trouble sometimes.
Now unlike almost all solid black cats, Darkfeather has bright blue eyes. They are neither a dark or dull or a pale or icy blue, but a pure in between hue. Darkfeather has an elegant figure, and though he is not the tallest of toms, he has long, slender limbs, and under his soft pelt are rather uncharacteristically well-developed muscles. Darkfeather never shows them off though, and finds them unattractive, and instead moves with grace than with strength and power.
PERSONALITY,
The most obvious trait of Darkfeather's personality would undoubtedly be his love for beautiful things. He prides himself in his fashion, and in his efforts to make his shiny black pelt look splendid and beautiful. As such, his passion in life is in his looks. Darkfeather, unlike most boys his age, or any age for that matter, is not ashamed of his passion for beauty and fashion, nor of using it, making himself quite the amazing oddity.
Only complimenting his love for beauty, Darkfeather has a disdainful hatred of battling, thinking battles to be barbaric, and that they make his fur get all dirty, something that is horrifying to him. The irony is that he is an excellent battler, and is rather strong in his talents for fighting. This does not draw on his skills for keeping his fur so shiny either, though, which he is talented in as well.
As all characters, Darkfeather has flaws, but interestingly enough, he has a colorful assortment of them. Although he has started to try to be fairer and less judgemental, he has shown to approve of more graceful cats over the "ugly" ones. You can't keep him away from a splendid shiny shell in the water, while you could probably never convince him to get his paws into the mud. This little trait of his has gotten him into trouble, but it is just the way he is.
Darkfeather tends to keep things to himself more often then naught, for reasons of his own. For example, he actually tries, and has so far succeeded, in hiding his real skill in fighting battles from the rest of the Clan for the longest time, until the day Riverclan is forced into battle again.
HISTORY,
Darkfeather was born in Riverclan from the start. He and his five siblings were the largest litter that the clan had ever gotten. Living among five other siblings, Darkfeather didn't stand out as much, but that never bothered him except in the category of looks. Even from the very beginning, he was always the oddly prissy one. But back then, Darkfeather was very different.
Darkfeather actually used to be proud of his strength. He was always the winner when he and his siblings played games like "Shadowclan tresspassers" and "Catch Prey". His strength in fighting looked very promising, and his parents had high hopes in him to become a fine warrior of Riverclan. This was until the accident when his life all shifted gears and began moving in the other direction.
In a wrestling match with his siblings, he got so competative and excited, that a shove from him sent his sister tumbling off the edge of the island and nearly to her death in the river if it weren't for his parent's coming to save her. Not only could he not forgive himself for it, but Darkfeather began to hate his strength and fighting skills, and vowed to become a more gentle brother to his sister.
Having focused on that vow ever since then, Darkfeather's attitude about nearly everything changed, leading him to be the strange tom he is today.
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Maplesong
gender | female
age | 9 moons
clan | windclan
rank | apprentice
STR;; 2.
STA;; 2.
DEX;; 3.
SPE;; 2.
APPEARANCE,
the most noticable thing about Maplepaw is her apparent lack of a full tail. Having been born that way with the genes of a Japanese Bobtail breed, she has never lost a tail she never had. Instead, she just has a small rabbit like stump for a tail. Although it gives her a trait similar to a rabbit, she is often conflicted when she moves around, for her species was meant to run like a leopard, yet she was built like the very rabbits she hunted. This causes her to be extremely clumsy when she tries to run, and she often ends up tripping constantly, being unable yet to control her long, muscular, yet springy limbs. She is more tall then she is long with those long rabbit like legs of hers.
Maplepaw's base fur color is plain white, and she has patches of black and ginger on her back, head, and tail. The markings on her head seem to be in the shape of a hat, divided in half by black on the left side and ginger tabby on the right. In the center of her back is an area where large blotches of black and ginger patch her white fur, and striped close together on her short tail are thin patches of ginger and black.
PERSONALITY,
this crazy psychopath she-cat has one thing on her mind: love. But she takes her obsessions too far, and this gets her in trouble too many times over again. She was brought up to be rather anti social, but she takes her talents in fighting seriously. She never hesitates to draw her claws when ordered to, and often makes her own willful decisions that get her into trouble. She can be very hard-headed and stubborn when sold in her decisions, which she doesn't think very hard about. Her redeeming qualities are her strength in fighting, and her fearlessness in combat.
HISTORY,
Maplepaw had a rather normal entrance into the world. She and her three siblings, a brother and two sisters, were raised by their mother, although Heatherfern was never one to show much affection, so her kits were a bit deprived of parental love. This also applied to Lionsky, who was hopeful for his kits' potential, but no more affectionate a father than their mother. This could also be directly blamed for a few of the social skills and morals that Maplepaw didn't develop or get. Maplepaw and her siblings grew up as kits with seemingly lack of a few social skills, but covered for it with their potential as warriors. Maplepaw's parents were strict, too, and made sure that their kits learned to show respect and their best manners to the other warriors in the clan. Maplepaw evidently became rather antisocial as an apprentice. She didn't at the time have many other cats her age to play with, and her siblings were often hesitant to rough house and play in the camp due to past punishments by their parents for going in the wrong places or disturbing the elders or senior warriors, so they kept to themselves and tried to hone their fighting and hunting skills on their own, as it was something they knew would please their parents.
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Mao
gender | female
age | 48 moons
clan | no clan
rank | kittypet
STR;; 3.
STA;; 2.
DEX;; 4.
SPE;; 3.
APPEARANCE,
Mao is a silvery gray she-cat, with short fur. She has white paws, and a gray spot on her right hind paw. Her tail is all gray, and she doesn't have much white on her face except a small stripe going from her left lip down her chin to join the thin blaze of white on her chest, which leads to the pool of white on her belly. She is rather small even for a she-cat, and she has small ears. Her whiskers are all white, and she has green eyes. She's not de-clawed, and she's not spayed. She's not very muscular, in fact, she's rather slender and majestic looking, especially when she walks. As a kittypet with kind Twolegs who care for her, she wears a woven light blue color with a golden bell and a pink heart-shaped name tag, that says "Cutie" in the human language.
PERSONALITY,
Mao is a very sophisticated cat around her Twolegs. She believes that she owns them and has to train them until they can finally understand. She believes that all cats' duties are to train their Twolegs to obey them. If she wants something from her Twoleg, she will get it. So she is in control in her relationship with her twolegs. She expects her Twolegs to respect and adore her, and she will want them to believe that she's beautiful. If she doesn't get what she wants, she may, after expressing her feelings clearly to her Twolegs, go sulk in a corner with her rear facing the Twoleg she's disappointed with.
HISTORY,
Cutie/Mao was born in a Twoleg barn with her siblings, Shady, a black tom with green eyes, and her sister Fluffy, a long-haired gray tabby she-cat with green eyes. At that time, her name was Hidy, because she was shy and always hid when the Twoleg came around to feed them. Her Mother was a gray cat like her, and her father was a black fluffy tom with green eyes. She lived peacefully at the barn, and the Twoleg there took care of her family. When she was 6 moons old, her and her sister were adopted by the family she lives with now, and their names were changed by their Twolegs to Cutie and Beauty by the family's children.
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Whirlwind
gender | male
age | 5 moons
clan | shadowclan
rank | kit
STR;; 1.
STA;; 0.
DEX;; 3.
SPE;; 1.
APPEARANCE,
despite his flexible body, he has toned muscles and is a born fighter. he has nearly equal as much white fur as he has his dark brown color, which from a distance can be easily assumed black. Around his forehead are stripes that suggest hidden tabby in his bloodlines, though the stripes show up nowhere else on his dark brown coat. He has short, broad ears that form a triangle shape with a wide base, and his head is very broad and round in shape. He has pale gray eyes that, from a distance, seem to easily come off as a fierce white shade. His fur is thick and soft, ironically, since his muscles are so well developed, despite his age. He also has a long, whip-like tail which is a hundred percent of the dark brown color that forms the mantle bi-coloring in his fur.
PERSONALITY,
even though he is still a kit, he is surprisingly mature for his age. he shows respect to the warriors, and generally keeps a calm and cool air about him. he usually avoids getting provoked by others. he shows his cool side to the adults, but when around others his age, he is well known for being cocky and having an extremely sharp tongue. he builds up his ego, and isn't afraid to stand behind it too. neither is he afraid of reminding others of the difference between theirs and his strength in intelligence, and fighting. whirlkit has proved to have a mind intelligent beyond his age, and continues to show potential as a Shadowclan warrior. the only major problem is that he often scorns others who are weaker than himself, and the only redeeming qualities behind that trait are his talents. since the tragedy in his family, which will be further explained in the history section, he has acted this way, and gotten away with it for the most part with his talents and maturity.
HISTORY,
Although he is still just a kit, this young tom already has a story to tell, the same story that will affect his life for many seasons to come. His mother was clanborn, but his father was not. His mother was actually still just a senior apprentice when it all happened. When his mother hunted, she would focus hard on her prey, never giving up, never slowing down, until the prey was caught. Due to this, she often would lose track of her surroundings completely, and had already several times almost accidentally chased her prey into another clan's territory. She was hunting solo when she chased a squirrel far north out of Shadowclan's territory. The chase had been very long. His mother, Harmonypaw at the time, had chased the squirrel up one tree after another, on and on, even after both predator and prey were at their limit in stamina. With no Shadowclan border scent to be found nearby, Harmonypaw was as good as lost. But that was when she met Whirlkit's father, a loner living in the area around north of Shadowclan's territory. Knowing the area much better than Harmonypaw did, Whirlkit's father, Yusei, helped find the clan cat shelter, food, and the way back home. It was a short time together that they spent, and the parting was rough. So rough in fact that Harmonypaw managed to convince Yusei to try to join the clan. Their request was turned down by the leader, and Harmonypaw was heartbroken to see Yusei demanded to leave the territory at once. But the trouble was not yet over, as soon Harmonypaw found out she was going to have Yusei's kits, and the entire clan knew exactly who was the father. Harmonypaw was greatly pressured by her clan mates to let the medicine cat abort her unborn kits, since the kits would supposedly never be accepted by his clan mates for having the blood of a non-clan cat in its veins. They told her that she could just have the kits aborted, and she could go on with her life as if nothing had ever happened, and she could graduate to a warrior along with all the other apprentices. But Harmonypaw was severely torn in her decision between the pressures of her clanmates and the true desires of her heart. She was even told that if she had her kits aborted, Starclan could supposedly forgive her for mating with a non-clan cat, even though she had never gotten the medicine cat's true opinion about Starclan's wishes for her. Though her days as an apprentice were extended, Harmonypaw decided to follow her true heart's desire and have the kits of the tom that she loved, realizing that she could never forgive herself if she were to make the decision to take the lives of innocent kits who, though they had non-clan blood in their veins, also had Shadowclan blood in them. Her clan mates were not pleased with her decision, not wanting a half-clan-cat in Shadowclan at all. They told her that if she wouldn't abort the kits, she would be banished from the clan for disobeying the Warrior Code. Harmonypaw did not change her decision, accepting her punishment as her own, not her kits' punishment. She was surprised to find that she only had one kit, and that was Whirlkit. As soon as Whirlkit was old enough to eat meat, Harmonypaw was given a warrior's graduation ceremony, though most of her clan mates were not so enthusiastic. As soon as her vigil was over, she was banished from the clan. As for Whirlkit, he had been devastated to see his mother kicked out of the clan, and had done everything in his power to fight against her doom, but there was only so much that the tiny tom could do. He had been told what his mother had done to deserve being banished from the clan, but to him, it never seemed fair. That was when Whirlkit's secret hatred of the strictness of the Warrior code began.
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Snakestream
gender | male
age | 7 moons
clan | riverclan
rank | apprentice
STR;; 1.
STA;; 1.
DEX;; 3.
SPE;; 2.
APPEARANCE,
With more moons to come and grow through, Snakepaw still is young and small, and his muscles are not yet very well developed. The most peculiar thing about his appearance is his very smooth, speckled gray pelt which gradually is shaded lighter towards his stomach and front of neck. He has distinct tabby stripes, but only on his face, legs and tail, and he has one tabby stripe around his neck, almost like as if he were wearing a collar. Even for his small form, he is developing to be a flexible, slender and agile tom, perfect for becoming a great swimmer. But true to his name, his movement and lean appearance give him the feeling of a snake, flexible and smooth. His pelt is soft to the touch, though almost slightly prickly when rubbed backwards. He has a round, small head with medium sized ears, and bright, wild looking orange eyes. Those who have been unlucky enough to look a real snake in the eyes would think that Snakepaw's orange eyes were similar enough.
PERSONALITY,
Despite his reputation, Snakepaw has always been a naturally kind and polite cat. But since kithood, he was diagnosed with a bipolar disorder. Because of this, he often goes through swings between depression and insanity from time to time, though it usually takes him about a week to switch from one to another. But most of the time, and due to his reputation from the rest of the clan, Snakepaw is usually depressed. It is his insane side that often gets himself into trouble and creates his reputation. He is known by the clan to, in the insane side of his personality, be rather sadistic, masochistic, violent and rather evil. He has been known to capture live prey and torture it in front of others in the camp. The rest of the clan members have come to distrust and fear him. For the most part, Snakepaw is somewhat unaware of what his evil side does, though he blames his evil half for his reputation and for him being unable to make any friends. All of the consequences of his evil side cause him severe depression during his "good side" mood swings, and he is prone to crying easily. Nonetheless, he still tries to, out of the goodness of his heart, be a good boy and do the right thing. Sometimes others have seen him talking to the air as if he were speaking to his deceased sister.
HISTORY,
Snakepaw's parents were both a bit old when he and his sister, Flamekit were born. Since birth, Flamekit had always been sickly. She was never expected to make it to apprenticeship. In the nursery, Snakepaw, Snakekit at the time, always tried his best to be a good brother to Flamekit. He would try to teach her everything he learned from the apprentices and elders. He believed that she could become an apprentice with him, and they could train together. But Flamekit only got weaker as the moons dragged on. By the time they were five moons old, Flamekit died. Snakepaw's mother suspected that his sister's death was probably one of the first causes of him developing his bipolar disorder. The other likely cause was the age that his parents had had their first litter. Snakepaw had only shown a few signs of his emotional instability, but his sister's death sent everything plummeting to the floor. After he became an apprentice, his parents retired to the elder's den.
From the beginning of apprenticeship, Snakepaw had been depressed, unsocial, and very unstable. The first time he had done anything extreme was when he was on his "bad side" for the first time, and he had attacked and almost hurt another apprentice very badly, ending their friendship. Since then, he had done things like torture live prey in front of others, sob uncontrollably in the apprentice's den, and unpredictably attack other apprentices during training. A few days after his first friend had come to distrust him and end their friendship due to his attack, Snakepaw had even almost tried to commit suicide by jumping into the major river and letting himself drown. Another cat had spotted him and rescued him. Snakepaw spent very long periods of time just sitting alone in a corner of the apprentice's den whenever he wasn't hunting or eating, and sometimes he would lose his appetite. Although his hopes and future aren't looking so bright, and every day, Snakepaw faces distrust and contempt from his clan mates, Snakepaw still wishes simply to be a normal cat and have friends who would stay with him and accept him for who he truly is.
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These are brilliant! I loved Howlingstar a lot! It must've taken weeks to create all of these! Keep it up!
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Well, someone likes to type long paragraphs! X3 Loevly descriptive characters.
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I'm speechless... these are brilliant and.... take very long to read. XP I love all the description. Wow my floofy butt is truly amazed.. well done XD