Vulturepaw . Pineclan

Vulturepaw . Pineclan Aug 28, 2013 13:29:30 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2013 13:29:30 GMT -5

They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul

Vulturepaw

nINE MOONS· MALE · PINEclan · APPRENTICE ∙ STRAIGHT ∙

Pelt: Brown, heavy tabby marks and a thick, short pelt.
Eyes: Green
Build: He's still growing into his body; currently at that awkward stage. Easy to tell he's going to be very muscular and largely built. Slightly bigger than other apprentices his age.
Other: other things to briefly mention (ie. scars, deformations, conditions.)
Brief Description: Large brown tabby apprentice with green eyes

appearance

Opinionated
Vulturepaw is the type of cat to share his opinion even if you don't want to hear it. There's more or less no sugar coating, he'll tell you exactly what's on his mind. He doesn't care of shielding your feelings, if he feels you did bad, he'll tell you exactly that.

Impulsive
Just like how opinionated he is, he says what's on his mind, he does what he thinks. There's no double-thoughts or anything. He dives right in, even if he doesn't know what he's doing. Most of the time this lands him in trouble. Vulturepaw is always on some cats bad side due to his impulsive nature.

Jealous
He'll never let anyone know it, but he's a very jealous cat. Almost over anything. Friendships, some cats advantages, happiness. Anything. It's probably because he's grown up with so little, he sees everyone else having so much and happy, he wants that. Vulturepaw wants to know love and happiness, he just won't let anyone close enough to hurt him.

Independent
He doesn't need anyone, you can usually find him by himself. Vulturepaw has always been a lone cat, rarely does he get out of his way to go socialize with someone else. He feels there's no need to, they'll just abandon him like every other cat.

Stubborn
Vulturepaw somehow always thinks he's right, and it's really heard to budge him out of his mental state - if he's doing something wrong - or his physical state - if he's acting out badly. Once he's doing something, he's mostly likely going to go through with it.

Protective
He holds whatever little he has dear to him, which makes him very, very protective. Vulturepaw refuses to let anyone take anything more away from him, let it be his nest orhis sister. He'll fight tooth and claw for whatever it is he's protecting.

Mischievous
If you're able to get Vulturepaw to acknowledge and associate with you, he has quite a dark sense of humour. He's slightly abusive when it comes to play fighting, only because he's always been a rough cat. He jokes awkwardly if he ever tries to. Vulturepaw hasn't been able to hone his social skills, so he's rather awful at it.
Things Vulturepaw Enjoys
- Being alone; not being bothered by annoying clan cats
- Hunting; he enjoys doing something with his spare time
- Training; he does want to be the best warrior, afterall
Things Vulturepaw Hates
- Whining; he can't stand hearing cats whine
- Losing; feeling like he's lost so much already he hates to lose even more
- Small spaces; he's a cat, he needs a lot of room to feel comfortable
Vulturepaw's Habits
- Blinking; as if it'll make something go away
- Waking up early; gives him a chance to get away before anyone else wakes up
- Snorting; he just does
Vulturepaw's Positive Traits
- Brave; he's not one to back down
- Protective; of things close to him and his clan
- Honest; why lie?
Vulturepaw's Negative Traits
- Impulsive; this has landed him in plenty of trouble
- Stubborn; he's not one to budge
- Jealous; he'll never let it on, but his gets insanely jealous
Your Own Section
- Vulturepaw, deep down, does want a friend and be more open. He just has his walls built thick and wide
- He's also afraid to lose more than he's already lost
- Vulturepaw will be a very skilled hunter once he becomes a Warrior

personality

Just like many love stories go, a she-cat meets a tom and they fall deeply in love - such as happened with Vulturepaw's mother and father. She, a very pretty fluffy mixed-cat was known as Deerstep, for her very brown fur. He, a short, dark-coloured cat who went by Boafang, for his bold stripes and strength. Both were Pineclan cats, Boafang having recently being accepted into the clan after he was able to prove himself worth to be in such a clan. He immediately became the social-bug and got into every cats business. No one had quite an effect on him as Deerstep did. It was love at first sight. Butterflies. Pounding heart. Stuttered words. It was rather embarrassing, to be honest. He wasn't smooth, she laughed. Deerstep thought it was funny to see such a strong tom turn into jelly at her presence. After a few moons of courtship they became mates.

As the love story goes on, the two end up becoming a pregnant couple. Boafang was a dream of a mate any she-cat would want to have during her pregnancy. He was very supportive. He always made sure there was fresh-kill for her to eat, fresh bedding for her to sleep in. Boafang went on walks with her, rarely was he seen away from her besides while on patrol or hunting. He treated her as if she could break at any time. In all honesty, Deerstep was slightly annoyed, but still loved the amount of love he gave her.

The night of the birth Boafang was announced dead. There was spotting of a python close to camp of the clan and he was one of the warriors to fight.. and died protecting his clan - most importantly his mate and kits. There were three healthy kits born into that litter. Hazelkit who inherited her mothers fluffy coat and her fathers bold stripes. Applekit, who had a slightly shorter coat and little-noticeable stripes, looking more like her father. Then there was Vulturekit, who was a spitting image of his father, besides the fact he had more wild fur. Deerstep was sad that Boafang wasn't there for the birth of their family, but nothing shattered her world more than finding out her mate had died. Deerstep was devastated. She never was the same after that, it was as if life was sucked out of her. She tried very hard to be there for her kits, to love them - which she did - but the hole that was ripped into her heart was constantly there, it never went away.

After she had weaned her kits she was never to be seen again. It is said she had another queen raise her children, said she'd just go hunt something fresh to eat. Thing is, this life is over without the love of her life. It was very selfish of her to leave her children. Because of this, the kittens believed they never had parents, they truly believed that the clan had adopted them. It was as if memory had forgotten the warmth of their mothers fur at night and her warm milk and her sweet purr.

Before Hazelkit, Applekit and Vulturekit became apprentices, Applekit became severely sick. Although born healthy, she had a very weak immune system. One of the queens had greencough, before she moved into the medicine cats den Applekit had caught wind of it. The kitten didn't make it to see her ceremony before moving on to Starclan. Hazelkit and Vulturekit couldn't handle it. Vulturekit became very angry, he became mad that Starclan had done this to his siblings, taking away his sister. Hazelkit kept silent, blaming no one. This is how life goes on. She cried herself to sleep, Vulturekit keeping close to his only sister.

Now the two siblings are apprentices, Hazelpaw and Vulturepaw. He's still very much angry with the death of his younger sister and the fact he grew up parentless. Sure, the clan is his family and fills in the parent-figure in his life, but he still daydreams of a life where his parents were still around. Vulturepaw is very much ready to become a warrior, to learn the ways of being a Pineclan cat.

Family/Relatives
Deerstep(mother) - missing. Boafang(father) - dead.
Applekit(sister) - dead. Hazelkit(sister) - pineclan apprentice
Lightningpaw - brother from another mother

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Buzzardpaw felt very bittersweet as he was walking with all the Thunderclan cats on the way to the gathering. In a way, he felt honoured to be chosen to go, especially since only so many apprentices are picked out of the clan each moon and, for some reason, Foxstar had seen something in Buzzardpaw and is bringing him along. It was bitter because of the socializing and mingling with cats from different clans. At the moment that didn't sit right with him. He wasn't sure how he should feel about it. Some of the elder have said they felt the same way when they were apprentices though was they became warriors they found friends in the other clans, though their loyalty remained with Thunderclan. Buzzardpaw was a loyal cat, he wouldn't dream of being in a different clan.

Lightningpaw was beside him nearly the entire journey, he was surprised the tom wasn't bouncing the entire way over and wasn't running his mouth - he must be coming down with something, this didn't seem like the Lightningpaw he knew. Buzzardpaw crossed the bridge with ease - the climb, height and walk over didn't bother him in the slightest. He entered into the clearing, noting that Thunderclan was the first clan there. How timely, he knew they were the best clan out of all three and this only boosted his belief.

Then the sounds and smells began to fill his ears and nose. How annoying. He smelt fish and marsh and dirt and grass and all of these different smells. Not a second longer Foxstar called and started the gathering, with the other leaders following suit. All the news were good and similar, after the announcements were over - which felt very quick - all the clan cats began to merge together and mingle. Buzzardpaw made a face and stayed where he sat, looking at Lightningpaw before the tom looked away.

He heard his inquiry, but only looked at the the entire population of the gathering. In all honesty, he wasn't sure what he thought. For Buzzardpaw's entire life he had never seen so many cats together in one place, he has never smelt so many smells before or heard all this many voices at once. It was.. a little irritable. "I could have dreamt this," he sighed, looking back at at his.. best friend? Yeah. He looked at his best friend. "Only it'd be better, we wouldn't have to smell the stink of Shadowclan," he added, hoping it'd make Lightningpaw pipe up to his usual self.

Buzzardpaw's gaze left Lightningpaw and looked at the crowd again. A fur of white caught his eye. He glanced to the cat.. she looked familiar. Fluffy white fur.. brown paw. Oh, for Starclan's sake. She even had different coloured eyes. He groaned loudly, his fur bristled slightly. He scooched over to Lightningpaw and gave him a nudge with his paw, hoping to gain his attention. "Guess who I spotted," he nearly hissed, pointing his nose to the she-cat. Buzzardpaw wasn't expecting to see the likes of Palepaw at the gathering. Didn't she twist her paw or something silly? Why wasn't she back in her clan where she should have stayed? "It's that foxhearted spy," he whispered, narrowing his eyes slightly. Then another cat, a grey one with a white chest, nudged the white she-cat. Great, there's two of them now. He noted that Palepaw had, in fact, noticed Lightningpaw and himself.

This wasn't the type of encounter he was expecting to have this night.

tags; Lightningpaw, Palepaw, Loonpaw (Foxstar) | word count; 607 | notes; sample from intol, vulturepaw as buzzardpaw

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