Sparkspirit of WindClan

[skypaw]

Cat's Name: Sparkspirit

Clan: WindClan

Age: 19 moons

Gender: Tom

Rank: Warrior

Description:

Sparkspirit is a lithe pale yellow and white tom with large green eyes.

Personality: Sparkspirit was definitely named correctly. This hyper, enthusiastic tom rarely lets anything get him down. He's extremely determined and persistent, never giving up on something he truly wants. He's always weaving among his clanmates, giving them words of encouragement and pep talks when they're down and sees the silver lining in ever situation. Charasmatic as any human politician, Sparkspirit usually knows just what to say to help cheer up a cat and is always willing to lend a paw in aid of his clanmates. He has a silver tongue, and could probably convince a cat that the sky is falling if he really tried.

He can be serious and solemn when he needs to but rarely sees the point of it. He had enough being solemn when he was a kit and young apprentice. His attitude never distracts him from taking care of his clan, however, and he's always volunteering to do whatever he can to help out, his boundless energy ,making him perfect for most jobs. He's often used as a messenger if his leader needs to relay something to other clans because of his generally nonthreatening and friendly nature and charismatic ways. He has friends within other clans, but is loyal to his own clan, or at least to his clan leader, above his friends in other clans, and though he thinks most battles could be solved without violence, will boldly throw himself into the throng of things the moment he's needed.

Family:
Mother: Robinwing (Deceased)
Father: Hailblaze (Rogue)
Sister: Cherrykit (Deceased)
(Many other unnamed deceased siblings)

History:
"Look, there she is!" The excited squeal of the the tiny, ginger kit caused every head to turn in excitement as a lithe shadow snaked around the tree and stepped out into the clearing. Pelt shimmering with starlight, Robinwing purred and leaned forward to touch noses with the ginger kit.

"Thank you, Cherrykit," She purred, voice coming out as smooth as a stream washing over rocks and with the gentleness only an experienced queen knew how to use. In one fluid movement, she jumped onto the rock close-by and looked down at the scores of star-lit apprentices, kits, and former queens below. They gazed up eagerly at her in return.

"If you all weren't as wise and mature as any senior warrior, perhaps I would rethink my tale tonight. This isn't a happy story or one that ends nicely, and I tell it to you all only so you can help guide your clanmates to a better future. This is the story of my death, but of far more importance, my son's life.

"I was never much of a fighter. It never really appealed to me nor was I ever very good at it. So what attracted me to Hailblaze at the time is still beyond me. He was merciless, cold, and wanted nothing more than to dig his claws into whatever cat came his way. But he was never strong enough, never smart enough to be recognized like he truly wanted. It seems we became mates out of mere convenience then anything else, but at the time, I truly believed it was love.

"We had four kits, all of which could of been loyal, productive clan members. Hailblaze would watch them, see them as nothing special, and they'd always die before coming warriors. At the time, I wanted to believe it was all a big coincidence. It couldn't of been possible for Hailblaze to kill his own kits for no reason.

"Cherrykit and Spark-kit were the last kits I ever had. Spark-kit was sweet and precious and would never hurt a flea. Cherry-kit was my little ball of energy, always quick to defend her brother and quick to speak her mind. One day, Hailblaze told me he wanted to take them to play just outside the camp. I agreed, planning to go along, but he wouldn't let me. I let them leave then tracked them and was surprised to see they were traveling far, far from the camp.

"Suddenly I heard my kits mewling for me, terrified. I shot off, running as fast as I could and got there just in time to see Cherrykit standing in front of her brother protectively hissing at Hailblaze. I tried to run faster, but it was too late. He killed her as if she was a piece of prey and threw her to the side. His eyes were filled with bloodlust, and, filled with grief, I quickly defended my last remaining kit, fury pulsing through me as I thought of all of my precious kits that he had killed in cold-blood.

"But Hailblaze still overpowered me. Spark-kit was frozen in horror as he watched my death, and I'm sure he would be here with me today if it wasn't for a pesky two-leg dog that a patrol of warriors had been fighting off and lost. It came straight at Hailblaze, and he began fighting it. By the time the other warriors arrived, Hailblaze had had plenty of time to fabricate the story of how Spark-kit had wandered off and Cherrykit had followed after him, how I had rushed to look for my kits and by the time he got there both myself and Cherrykit were killed by the dogs.

"When they returned to camp, Spark-kit was a completely different kit. Angry, bitter, scared. He refused to speak. No one could coax a word out of him. Hailblaze insisted he be renamed Brokenkit, and he was. The only cat who saw the holes in Hailblaze's story was Tornstar. It took moons for the older tom to gain Brokenkit, now Brokenpaw's trust, and finally the young apprentice spoke. He told Tornstar what his father did and Hailblaze was banished from the clan.

"In the moons to come Tornstar changed my kit into the warrior he is today. I'll be forever grateful to him for that, as will my son. He changed his name to Sparkspirit, for broken no longer described the enthusiastic, brave cat that stood before him.

"Well, that is my story," she mewed jumping down, allowing the other starry warriors to weave around her. As she padded off, Cherrykit at her paws, she knew her son had become the cat she could and always would be proud of.


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