Post by shiningheart on Sept 20, 2011 20:39:41 GMT -4
[/url]Cat's Name:Tornkit|Tornpaw|Torntail| Tornstar
Clan: WindClan
Age: 48 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Leader
Description:
Tornstar looks like the picture perfect WindClan cat. He's lean and skinny with a triangular head. His legs are well-muscled from seasons of chasing after rabbits, with scars crisscrossing along his entire body. He isn't vain enough to care much about them marring his perfect silvery-gray pelt, but he does take care to groom it when he wakes up in the morning.
As for the scars themselves, Tornstar forgets where he got most of them. The one scar the he will never forget is one of the least noticeable. A small slash on the back of the neck is mostly hidden by his scruff, but he still feels the weight of it. If Tornstar had eyes on the back of his head, he would stare at it whenever he was alone. Fortunately for him, the only eyes he has are on his narrow face. And they're amber.
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Personality:
Tornstar has fathered so many kits that taking on a father-like role to him is as easy as breathing. He knows the difference between friendly teasing and going too far, so he knows when to put a stop to arguments. He's the kind of cat that you can go to for advice and he'll give you an honest opinion.
He's also the type of cat that gives his love for whoever he meets. Not the kind of love he feels for his mate, though. Tornstar believes that there are different types of love for every occasion. Love for his mate, love for his kits, love for his parents and sibling. And then there's the love he feels for his Clan as a whole. Tornstar is quite proud to be WindClan.
Tornstar puts full effort into everything he does. Part of the reason everyone loves him is because he treats everyone with the same respect, no matter what rank they are. From the tiniest kit to the oldest elder, Tornstar will always listen to what you have to say. Even when an elder is ranting and spitting at him, Tornstar will listen without interrupting. When a kit is hyper and wants to play with him, Tornstar lets them hang off of him while stomping around like a badger.
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Family:
Sisters: Tangleberry, Frostfire
Mate: Silverbreeze
Sons: Tigerwhisker, Falconpaw, Breezepaw, Gorsekit
Daughters: Amberpool, Tawnymist, Gingerpaw, Heatherkit
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History:
Aspenshade and Lionfire were never really in love with each other. They grew up together, so they at least knew each other. But they were on opposite sides of life. Aspenshade was always quiet and respectful while Lionfire was loud and reckless. It was a wonder they tolerated being in the same den together, let alone have kits. But out of loyalty to WindClan, they sired four kits: Tornkit, Tanglekit, Icekit, and Frostkit.
kit
Being the oldest in a litter of four was surprisingly hard word. Aspenshade had drilled it into his head that he had to be the responsible one. From his first moon, Tornkit was used to looking after others. It wasn't always the easiest thing to do, especially when Icekit had a thing against being told what to do and usually argued with every little thing.
Tanglekit and Frostkit were easier to get along with. They weren't just his sisters; they were his best friends, his pillars to lean on when he felt weak. Tanglekit never failed to put a smile on his face with her jokes and laughter. Frostkit was more for silent support, but her mere presence always made Tornkit feel relaxed. He was glad for his sisters, because Icekit made no effort to hide his dislike of his only brother.
Apprentice
Tornpaw was happiest of his siblings when he became an apprentice, because it meant that Icepaw wouldn't be sharing his nest and purposefully kicking him. Of course, like all apprentices, he just loved being that much closer to being a warrior. He was given the she-cat Silverbreeze as a mentor. She was a fairly young warrior, being 18 moons. Still, there was a connection between the two that went beyond mentor and apprentice.
Throughout his moons as an apprentice, Tornpaw remained close with his sisters. His relationship with Icepaw just seemed to deteriorate, from dislike to hate to despise. Tornpaw tried multiple times to salvage whatever bond he had with Icepaw, but that just ended up backfiring on him every time. Icepaw didn't hate Tanglepaw and Frostpaw, so they didn't know how much it hurt when Icepaw sent metaphorical daggers at his elder brother.
Silverbreeze seemed to be the only one who understood. She told him that she'd once had a brother who never seemed to get along with her. He'd runaway to be a rogue after they'd gotten into a fight. So they bonded over their 'lost' siblings, and it wasn't long until Tornpaw found himself forming a crush over his mentor. He admired her selflessness and bravery, and her pretty silver pelt.
It wasn't very subtle, though. Icepaw mocked him relentlessly for it, and Tanglepaw and Frostpaw teased him day and night. Silverbreeze thought it was sweet, but outright told him to come see her when he was a warrior. Then they'd talk. Instead of discouraging him, it made him all the more eager for his warrior ceremony.
Icepaw did everything he could to make Tornpaw seem like a dunce though, so that Silverbreeze would turn him down. He pushed him down muddy hills, threw dung at him, and sneaked yarrow into his fresh-kill so he'd vomit all over Silverbreeze during training. One day, Tornpaw finally snapped and attacked Icepaw.
They were separated by their mentors before anything bad happened, though. Silverbreeze scolded them both while Icepaw's mentor had his work cut out holding Icepaw back from continuing the fight. They were ordered to care for the elders for the next two moons, until they got their warrior names.
From then on, they didn't even acknowledge each other. They slept on opposite ends of the apprentice den and pretended the other wasn't there on patrols or training sessions. There were moments when Icepaw tried to restart the fight, but Tornpaw was very astute in avoiding them.
The only time they couldn't avoid each other was their warrior ceremonies.
Warrior/Deputy
Tornpaw was named Torntail. The virtues mentioned for him were patience and responsibility. Icepaw became Icenose, with the characteristics of cunning and strength. Tanglepaw's new name was Tangleberry, and she was given humor and spirit as her virtues. Last came Frostfire, who was honored for her intelligence and loyalty.
One of the first things Torntail did as a new warrior was pad after Silverbreeze. Since she was only about 12 moons older than him, it wasn't all that weird with the age difference. She enjoyed playing hard to get, though, and for five moons played cat-and-mouse with her former apprentice.
Thankfully, he was used to her games. There was a reason he was given patience for a virtue at his warrior ceremony. Torntail waited for her that entire time, knowing she'd eventually come around. And come around she did. By the time Torntail was 18 moons old, he and Silverbreeze were mates.
It wasn't all that difficult to see that Icenose hated it. Torntail never understood what Icenose had against him, but was willing to let it go now that they were warriors. Icenose, obviously, wasn't as willing. He did everything in his power to make Torntail miserable, even openly flirting with Silverbreeze. That, Torntail didn't like.
When Torntail was twenty moons old, he got his first apprentice. Wolfpaw was a long-furred brown she-cat with bright amber eyes. She was one of those restless sorts, always needing something to do or else chaos would reign. Thankfully, Torntail was always ready with something to do. He was just as excited about training as his first apprentice.
Icenose was jealous that Torntail already had his first apprentice. He was jealous that everybody just seemed to like Torntail better. And with his jealousy, his hatred of his brother rose until one day he finally snapped and went insane. He began to plot. He wanted to make Torntail suffer, to live in agony for the rest of his days. And he knew the perfect way to do it.
One day, Torntail and Silverbreeze were hunting. He was once again dramatically proclaiming his love for her when Icenose showed up and attacked Silverbreeze. Torntail was so shocked that he just stood by and gaped. He was lucky that Silverbreze could hold her own, or else he would have lost her. He snapped out of it when she yowled in pain and leaped into battle, fury in his eyes and death in his heart.
And so the two fought. Neither even noticed Silverbreeze slink away to get help, they were fighting so furiously. Torntail didn't feel the pain in his scratches, didn't feel the sting of the bites. He only knew hate. By the time Silverbreeze came back with reiforcements, Torntail had already won and Icenose was already dead.
The next few days, Torntail was numb. He'd killed his own kin. He was a monster. It was disconcerting to everyone. He only broke out of it when Silverbreeze told him news that would cement his future with her: she was carrying kits! It was enough to lift him out of his funk. He put double time into training Wolfpaw. She was made into Wolfblaze at 11 moons, earlier than the usual time for an apprentice but still late enough to be respectable.
Silverbreeze gave birth to three kits, a tom and two she-cats. Tigerkit was the oldest, named for the tabby stripes that run through his silver pelt. Second was Amberkit, a golden-brown she-cat. Third was Tawnykit, a light brown she-kit. Torntail loved them all, and watched in pride as they grew up.
Then came the day that every cat in WindClan had dreaded. The WindClan leader was old, well beyond the age of most of the elders. The medicine cat said he died in his sleep, with no pain. The deputy was named Hawkstripe. He was a good deputy, a fierce fighter in battle and a good friend in life. He gained his nine lives and new name from StarClan that same day.
Hawkstar chose Torntail for his deputy. At first Torntail was shocked. He even refused at first, saying he wasn't nearly the best cat for the job. Eventually he accepted, though. All of his family was proud of him. Aspenshade and Lionfire had retired by this time, and his three kits were apprentices. He spent two moons as deputy before Silverbreeze again became a queen. Two moons and three more kits joined the family. Falconkit was a brown tom with white paws. Gingerkit was a fire-colored she-cat and was the only female in her litter. The youngest was another tom, a silver-gray copy of his father. They named him Breezekit.
The oldest became warriors before those three left the nursery. Tigerpaw was named Tigerwhisker, Amberpaw was named Amberpool, and Tawnypaw was Tawnymist. Torntail was given a second apprentice, a light gray tom named Cloudpaw. By this time, Torntail was 38 moons. Cloudpaw was much quieter than Wolfblaze had ever been. He was timid and shy, and Torntail often had to prompt him to answer questions and practice.
It was in a battle with a random badger that Hawkstar died. It was a terrible way to die that not even StarClan could heal. The badger had actually crushed Hawkstar's skull beneath the paws. It was so bad that they couldn't bring the body back to camp after the badger was driven off for fear of traumatizing the kits or the apprentices.
Torntail wasn't on the patrol. When they told him, he was suspicious at first. He demanded they take him to the body. When they did, he could only stare at the crushed skull and silently cry. Hawkstar had been one of his friends, beyond the usual bond between leader and deputy. Torntail didn't want to believe it. But for the good of his Clan, Torntail buried his friend and leader himself and took on the position.
Leader
Because I suck at leader ceremonies, we're going to skip Tornstar's and say there were no problems. He's been a leader for ten moons now. His second litter are now apprentices and Silverbreeze is back in the nursery, caring for two little kits: Gorsekit and Heatherkit.
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Roleplay Sample:
Frostwind methodically groomed her ginger-and-white pelt, drawing her tongue over any area she could swipe it. Considering a cat's flexibility, that was pretty much everywhere. By the end of her grooming session, her pelt gleamed under the sun. Not that it shouldn't, since she was that beautiful. She sniffed to herself, observing her Clanmates. None of them could even come close to her beauty. They didn't care for their pelts nearly as much as she did hers.
No one was looking at her. Frostwind waited for the compliments that she knew would follow her bath, but none came. She waited some more before huffing. 'Well now, this just won't do...' she thought to herself, narrowing her eyes. When she spotted her dear brother coming from his den, she smiled evilly to herself. 'Perfect...' "Yoo-hoo, brother dear!" she cried, standing to her full height and sauntering over.
Code Word/Phrase: Purple Cow [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
