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Post by CUNNERSTAR on Sept 8, 2013 20:12:21 GMT -5
It takes an endless amount of history...
To make even a little tradition.
-Henry James
Cunnerstar 80 MOONS · TOM · SWAMP · LEADER · HETERO ∙ FULL IMAGE- Pelt: ginger
- Eyes: eye color
- Build:quite large and muscular. also quite fluffy
- Other: while his fur is fluffy, it annoys him and he tries to thin it rubbing against trees and thorns. From this he has a small scar above his left eye from a thorn. Also as he ages his ears will begin to fail him and he will require somebody to stick by him to help with what others have said.
- Brief Description: ginger tom with white markings on his face, paws and chest, green eyes. // ginger and white tom with green eyes.
appearance - General: First off, let it be known that Cunner's personality can take one of two routes. While his life story has taught him to a better somebody,.it's also taught him to be somebody he's truly not. As a young kit this tom was destined to follow in his mother's footsteps. To have just the looks and nothing else going for him. To be a cold hearted snake, with only malice and deceit running through his veins. But let it be known that with the help of others, this tom has transformed into something beautiful. Somebody that others enjoy, and somebody to be proud of.
- To hone in on the complexity of the situation, one must understand his mother's personality. The dreary personality that was inside her is housed deep inside of him. The personality can be defined as deep and unpredictable. The unpredictability can come out as a fiery roar of anger, though often times it's deflected into something useful. The lurking nature can put him into some sort of standoffish category, though not many will witness this. The cold heart and soulless nature of the late personality can be seen when others irritate him and get in his face. When they correct his choices or tell him that he's wrong. Often time these trigger him to 'unleash the beast' and he can and will blow up. When he blows up, the anger released can be something dark and dangerous. Often times it takes some alone time to reel in the dark cloud hanging over his head, but when it is back...the coast is clear. However let this be a safe reminder that often times this dark personality doesn't show. He's made a promise to his late father, and mate that he would not become like his mother. After all he has children in the clan and younger half sisters to keep entertained and proud of him.
- So we move to the positives. Fueled by the negativity, transforming the negatives into positives, we find determination first. Determination was brought to him soon after his kits were born and his father began to tell him to not give up on them just because their mother was gone. In fact most of his changes were gathered from the talk his father had given him. But this determination came to help more than once. He found it when demanding his daughter be transferred to him for the remainder of her training. And this determination has gotten him to where he is now. After becoming deputy Cunner took up a mindset that nobody would tell him what to do. He needed to better himself because he would be leader one day, should he not die, and now the determination instilled by his father would get to him. He had to hold his head high, much like he began to do since his pride was growing. And while these positives happened, they were not the only things that changed.
- Authority began to grow. Suddenly his large body had a commanding presence. Cunner began to get looks when he walked through the camp. Suddenly the tom was charismatic and loved by many. And it was because he had learned how to be persuasive and fair. Though the persuasion only came by training an apprentice. He had to bargain to get the best from him and for that he also learned how to uphold his end of a deal...by being fair.
- Tradition and organization began to come into play when he trained his daughter for an extra moon after she failed the mangrove maze. After demanding she be given to him, he went straight into training. He knew that there was no getting around the tradition set in place long before his existence and with that in mind, he began to go back to old stories of training that his father and mother had told him. Any spare moment he had was poured into Iguanapaw, and balancing his warrior duties with his daughter's training began to give him the skill of organization. Little did he know that this would also be a major factor of why he was given the position of deputy. His better traits were giving him ideals needed to be a leader of Swampclan.
- But what is he in general? If you take away those big cornerstones, strip Cunnerstar down to the bare minimal...he's a confused soul. With strings tugging to bring out the dark, and a warm heart/soul trying to keep it held down. While he may be confused, he does know what he want. He wants somebody to give his heart to, and if he can't have that...then he wants to stay busy. Which is the only thing keeping him going and up to date on this leader business.
- Things Cunnerstar Enjoys
- His family
- Big Goals
- Rain/water
- Cat-tails
- Things set in stone
- Things Cunnerstar Hates
- Others telling him what to do
- Strong Wind
- Death taking the young
- Stupidity
- New things
- Cunnerstar's Habits
- Rubbing against trees and thorns to try and get his pelt to be thinner.
- Asking what somebody said multiple times (his hearing isn't the best)
- Cunnerstar's Positive Traits
- Always tries to better things
- He has the ability to listen to others, and actually follow through with their words of wisdom
- Determination.
- Cunnerstar's Negative Traits
- Can be quite moody on certain days, often can 'snap' when another gets in his face.
- Can be slightly impatient when dealing with an important matter
- He can often throw away strong bonds with others, though life lessons come in and he'll relearn what he's missing and step back up to the plate
- Your Own Section
- Cunnerstar will be needing somebody to sit beside him in the near future to tell him what others are saying.
- He loves his role as leader because it keeps him busy and not thinking about having another mate and kits, though what he really wants in life is a mate and kits.
- While he loves his position as leader, he does doubt himself at times.
personality - History:
- BEFORE Cunnerkit was born, it started with two simple warriors that were just in Swampclan minding their own business. Of course, they didn't start in Swampclan. They followed Bonitostar, their fearless leader. As Swampclan began to grow and become stronger, Peweewhisker was one who helped to make the clan strong and keep it thriving, and Geckoface would just be a queen for the rest of her life. She wouldn't deny the obvious. However the two were never seen as possible mates. In fact, nobody thought that the two would end up together. Afterall, Peweewhisker was an excellent tracker and hunter, one of Swampclan's finest and Geckoface, well...she was just Geckoface. The she-cat didn't excel at anything. All she brought to the table was her pretty face. In fact, her personality wasn't all the great either. When she wasn't trying to comprehend the simplest of things, she was harsh and seen as one of the meaner spirits lurking around the lands of Swampclan. On the other hand, Peweewhisker was a tom of kind words and a beautiful loving spirit. What the two saw in eachother, was a mystery to all. But somehow they made it work. Whether in the dark and alone they found similarities that nobody would understand, or that they were simply together because Geckoface was found carrying kits would remain a secret that nobody would find. Regardless of the circumstances, Geckoface was carrying kits...and they were found to be Peweewhisker's. Ready or not, the two were in for the long haul. Moons went by, and eventually the kits were brought into the world. The kits were all found to be quite the ginger color of their mother, inheriting some of their father's white markings. The two toms were named Shrimpkit and Cunnerkit, the only she named Cassiakit. Whether Geckoface's heart softened from the small squirming bundles of joy, or perhaps she really was in love with Peweewhisker...the cold hearted feline seemed to finally acknowledge that life wasn't all about the dark colors and cold feelings.
- As a KIT most of the beginning moons were spent alongside Geckoface being groomed and nursing, gaining the nutrition needed to survive. Shrimpkit and Cassiakit were a lively bunch, and Cunnerkit was one who seemed to sit back. Although they were kits, and it was known that their personalities would change with time. It was useless now to try and decide how they would turn out. Although their sizes were easy to predict as Cunnerkit had large paws and a large frame already. While his siblings were sleek and had quite a bit of leg rather than a stout build. Although Cunnerkit was found pulling himself through little holes and squeezing himself through small crevices..and his parents began to think that perhaps it was just all fur. It would be found out soon enough just what was flesh and what was fur. After all the kits were growing rapidly and surprisingly Geckoface was loving and encouraging to the three. Peweewhisker took pride in the three kits, and for the most part seemed to love his mate. The couple that seemed impossible, was beginning to look like the epitome of perfection. The kits were beginning to wander, and beg to leave the nursery. On sunny days, Geckoface would gather the kits and let them play just outside of the nursery. It was here that Cunnerkit learned how much he enjoyed playing and "battling" with his siblings. It was also here that he learned to try and follow after his father's pawsteps. He wanted to act like his father, be his father...though what he didn't expect was how much of his mother lived inside of him.
- As an APPRENTICE Cunnerkit became Cunnerpaw. Like all apprentices take on the new name. He was joined by his siblings. It was official, they were apprentices and would be put to the test. As they aged, it became apparent that Cunnerpaw was going to be aggressive and quite cold like his mother. Calculating and quite 'i want it my way'. However he struggled with it...knowing that he wanted to be like his father Peweewhisker. He wanted to be one who was seen as helpful. One who was loved by all and not just noticed for the handsome features of his mother and father. Fighting his internal personality, it was constant conflict, and he could only hope that maybe he would grow out of it...or maybe he would just have to embrace it. He was apprenticed to a she-cat by the name of Boaheart. The she-cat was beautiful, and despite the constricting prefix of a name, her warrior name left others knowing that she was wholesome and caring. It was exactly the type of mentor he needed to perhaps bring out the best in him. He spent as much time with his father and mentor as he could, nearly cutting his mother out of his life completely. His siblings he stayed close with, hoping that they could help his survive through the reconstruction of who he was. Through training he watched other apprentices struggle, and with that in his mind, all he could do was force himself to focus more. Spending time with Boaheart, he eventually opened up to her about his deepest fears. Ever since he and his siblings had become apprentices, their mother had gone back to her cold-hearted self, with just a pretty face. And their father, well he seemed to focus on hunting and training his newest apprentice. Their father seemed to only talk to them when they wanted to talk to him. Suddenly, the only cat Cunnerpaw could rely on was his mentor. And with that thought in his mind, he began to fall in love. Boaheart was bringing out the best in him. Suddenly the tom who used to hate the sun, who hated every smile, who couldn't help but shun those with laughter and happiness in their eyes, was beginning to be everything he couldn't stand. The two were bonding, more than they probably should have...and while others noticed, they didn't say much about it. After all, Cunnerpaw was close to his warrior ceremony, all he had to do was get through the Mangrove Maze. One morning, before the sun rose, Boaheart and a senior warrior escourted Cunnerpaw to the beginning of the maze, wishing him luck before sending him into the twisting, turning, ever changing, dark and swampy maze. At first, the tom felt alone and scared. Knowing that alligators and other things that go bump in the night were very much alive and very much lurking, waiting for him to trip up and fall to his death...providing a tasty snack. But the longer he waited, the more he knew that if he wanted to see Boaheart again...he needed to get moving. And soon enough, he gathered his strength and quickly began to make his way through the maze. Claws clung to the slippery bark, maneuvering to the best of his ability and as quickly as he could. Although a few times he needed to stop, recalculate the moves he was going to take in order to reach the end alive and well. He was warm, his long fur not helping his case. He had picked up a way to relieve this by rubbing against thorns and bark. Taking a moment to do so, he found himself against a thorn, and while he was enjoying the sweet relief, his paws slipped and his eye was under attack. Feeling the warmth of blood swelling out of a cut above his left eye, he tried to regain his footing clawing at the roots to keep him from falling into the swampy water and he was almost certain of death. Making his way to the end of the maze, he couldn't help but rub against Boaheart before being taken back to camp to get his eye looked at. Back at camp he was treated to some cobwebs, and awaited patiently for his siblings to return from their own test of the mangrove maze. As soon as they were back (which did happen, without any problems), they were all given their warrior names.
- The name of this particular WARRIOR was Cunnerstorm. His name fitting for how the personality of the tom changed over his period of apprenticeship. His siblings were given the names of Cassiatail and Shrimpclaw. All three siblings had become impressive warriors, and their father was proud. In fact, these moons would be when their father took extreme pride in them, claiming every single piece of them as his own blood. However, Geckoface became distant. She was one who lurked near the edges of camp. She wasn't even a mother anymore, and the three siblings didn't seem to mind. After all, their father had a new mate, a she-cat by the name of Shellflower. She was beautiful, even if she was quite a bit younger than their mother and father. But Cunnerstorm didn't complain, she was much more motherly than the cat who was known as his mother, and with that in mind...he didn't protest. And to add on another bonus to his life, Boaheart was his mate...and they were expecting kits. It was a beautiful thing. His life was going as planned and he couldn't help but be happy. For once his life was going well, and the darkened personality that he used to have didn't seem to come around very often. Until somebody irritated or provoked him, and then suddenly he was at their throat, ready to rip them a new personality and mindset. As well as he was hiding the inner beast, it still happened to let everyone catch a sneak peek, when they least expected it. But with Boaheart pregnant, and kits ready to be born any day now...Cunnerstorm tried to keep the monster on lock down. Finally kits were welcomed. And while everybody rejoiced at the new life of Coypukit and Iguanakit, it would be found that mourning would come shortly after. Coyotestep said that Boaheart was weakened by the birthing, and while the kits had their mother for a few days....they wouldn't know her growing up at all. Grief stricken, Cunnerstorm turned back to his old ways. Suddenly the joyous tom was gone, replaced with the burdensome personality of his mother. And while his kits were relying on him, they would also be relying on an adoptive mother to get them past their kit moons. The nursing queen was a larger white she-cat by the name of Palewhisker and the two kits were given to her to help them have some sort of motherly figure. However, Cunnerstorm tried to keep his distance. As much as he wanted to see his kits, he knew that their appearances would remind him of his beautiful mate. The mate that now was dead, the mate that now was the cause of his sudden rotten apple outlook on life. His father brought him back. As the kits were reaching apprentice age, Peweewhisker was reaching an old age to where he would be prone to sickness and he needed to make it clear to his son that he needed to be the father that he never was. Cunnerstorm, with intelligence and to try and make the late Boaheart proud of what their children were accepted his father's advice. So raising his head high, Cunnerstorm tried to let the good shine through. The cold hearted personality turned into determination. His dark lurking nature turned into authority. And overall, her turned into a tom with a commanding presence, and a better father. It was then that Coypu and Iguana were named apprentices. And on that day, he took on an apprentice from Palewhisker's real litter. The apprentice was by the name of Cardinalpaw. The tom was long-legged and had lengthy white whiskers. His eyes were very blue and he seemed to be bouncy and energetic. Cunnerstorm put his mind to work, recalling all details that Boaheart had used to teach him to make this tom into something worthwhile. Often time he tried to train in a group with one, or both, of his children. Soon enough it came a day where the mangrove maze was put before the apprentices...he hoped for his kits and his apprentice. Cardinalpaw flew through it, his long legs helping him out. Soon enough Coypupaw was out as well, however Iguanapaw had to be rescued...and Cunnerstorm became outraged. Obviously her mentor hadn't trained her to the best of her abilities, and furious the tom marched to Aristar, demanding that Iguanapaw be handed over to him for another moon of training. While they bickered, he got his way, determination in his eyes. While watching her brother turn into Coypufoot and Cardinalpaw turn into Cardinalfrost, Iguanapaw sat ashamed. However Cunnerstorm wouldn't let her be ashamed, and took her quickly after the ceremony to train in the moonlight. This moon would require organization, and training his daughter would teach it to him. Days on end they trained for the next month, and when put before the mangrove maze, Cunnerstorm waited confidently for his daughter...and when she emerged her sat proudly. Now he knew what his father Peweewhisker had been talking about. While his son had been a warrior for a moon already, Iguanapaw was given the name Iguanastripe and the clan welcomed her, even if it was a moon late. Happy to see his kits in the ranks of warriors, it was a shocker when his father announced that he and Shellflower were to have kits. With this announcement made, Geckoface disappeared and was never seen again. As of now, the assumption is just assumed that she is dead. Not long after telling him, Cunnerstorm's father died peacefully in his sleep. The younger brothers and sisters would be born into the world without a father. And while Cunnerstorm was worried about it, he had bigger things coming up. Apparently his father's death wasn't the last in the clan, for a moon or so later a sickness took a few clanmates, including Aristar's deputy Darkfur. Much to his surprise, Cunnerstorm was named Deputy.
- Suddenly his world turned. He was a DEPUTY. The Deputy of Swampclan at that. It seemed that while his world was topsy-turvey up until now, it was working. With the help of others, and the lessons he was learning from them all, Cunnerstorm had become the cat who he was today...and the cat he was today was apparently one that Aristar deemed worthy. And so he couldn't let him down. Given another apprentice the tom quickly took on the apprentice, this time by the name of Alligatorpaw. This apprentice was a large she-cat, stocky and almost tom looking. However before he could get her to her warrior ceremony, the she-cat had ran through the swamp one day, wandering against directions given by Cunnerstorm, and fate and irony decided to get together....the she-cat was killed by an alligator. While mourning her death, Cunnerstorm realized just how short life could be. He had already witnessed many deaths in his family, and within the clan....and now he was beginning to relearn a very important lesson. Love while you can, for many leave just a little too early. Cunnerstorm had learned much in his years, but he was still quite young and he still had much to learn. As a deputy he was beginning to get the hang of things. Suddenly the organization of training his daughter quickly and precisely was coming into handy. And his father's teachings to be compassionate but determined, and authoritative but forgiving was working out well for him. Putting together patrols and keeping the clan together when Aristar was busy was something he was beginning to do with his eyes shut. His younger half siblings had been born for a few moons now, two she-cats. And soon enough they were made into apprentices. What Cunnerstorm didn't expect was that one of Aristar's last ceremonies would be their apprentice ceremony. Aristar died by alligator, as many cats seemed to when they wandered into the territory of Swampclan. Aristar had been 102 moons...and Cunnerstorm would miss the dark tom's company. However....he now had a big title to fill...for he was now Cunnerstar.
- Now he was a LEADER. He was a cat that everybody looked up to. Swampclan was under his command and he had to fulfill everybody's wishes. At least he had to fulfill them to the best of his abilities. Cunnerstar named _____ as his deputy. And he now understood that Swampclan was based on tradition, much like his father had taught him and much like growing up with death and life was beginning to give him. These 10 moons would drag by, although halfway through, he was able to give his first honest ceremony to name his half sisters. Avocetface and Almondcloud. Life as a leader has been quite easy going and different... although it's sure to change and pick up.
- Family/Relatives
- Father - Peweewhisker - dead
- Mother - Geckoface - dead
- Brother - Shrimpclaw - alive
- Sister - Cassiatail - alive
- Mate - Boaheart - dead
- Son - Coypufoot - alive
- Daughter - Iguanastripe - alive
- Step Mother - Shellflower - alive
- Half Sister - Avocetface
- Half Sister - Almondcloud
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Whatever the day brought it, something was always spectacularly surprising and something was always such a drag. Something was always bound to bring his eyes to life and send them into a gleaming fit of excitement...and something was always going to dull them out, making his heart sink into a mundane state of hibernation. He had learned that life was going to be that way...by that way it was sketchy and uncertain. The weather at the exact moment was backing up his previous thought as the sunshine rays of happiness that once filtered through the particles of dust floating around in the mixed gases began to dissipate and be replaced by an overcast like state. Clouds were forming, building and accumulating in mass. The air was becoming damp and that certain smell of rain was beginning to penetrate the otherwise flowery aroma that hung in the air. Tada mother nature, thanks for that element of surprise, that actually was going to make his day rather than ruin it. You see Cunnerstar, unlike many of the cats, enjoyed the rain. The cooling sensation it almost always brought was something that nothing else could quite compare to. And the way it made the flora and fauna alike flourish was something that he always found awe in.
Once upon a time, he hated the rain. Hated the very thought of getting his paws wet, his long fur plastered against his muscular form had been something so awful that his nose would wrinkle up in disgust for days upon end. Those days had been long ago, back shortly after Boaheart had died. Anything that could be mistaken for, or a cause of grief, was going to cause him pain. Back then he had let anything negative consume him. His very heart pumped black liquid and his soul screamed in agony. The memory was always a vivid one, often a nightmare when it did decide to pop up out of nowhere. The ginger and white tom wasn't sure that it would ever leave him. The mewing of his kits, oblivious to what had happened as they were placed next to another nursing queen...their eyes unopened and listening skills undeveloped. But he, he was aware of it all. The beautiful warrior, his mentor, his best friend, his mate, the mother of his kits...she had been taken from him. All at once he had become sour to others around him. Abandonment of the kits he could only deem as necessary. They were the only ties left to her...and he needed them gone. Many times did he think of pushing them outside of the clan, another would adopt them, take them in. They would be gone. But never could he decisively accept that as the final answer. Even if he would of, his father had countered the thought with an emotional heart-wrenching lecture. And now they were warriors, Coypufoot and Iguanastripe. Through trial and tribulation they had made it and he accepted them proudly as his own. As their own, even if she no longer was with them physically, spiritiually she was everywhere.
Shaking his skull, he jarred the memories out of his head, throwing them out to the open air as the first drop of rain hit him quite fully on the nose. Green eyes blinked astonished at the sensation of the rain hitting his fur. It would never get old. Stretching his aging body out, his bones gave a few groans and cracks of protest before he was fully standing. He was a large cat, muscular by all means and quite healthy, though his hearing was beginning to fail him and he could only wonder how long before he would need a cat by his side to help him catch words that he missed. Cunnerstar would not be stepping down from his leadership anytime soon, especially not for faulty hearing. There were ways around it. Besides he was picking up on reading the movements of others maws quite nicely, and his intuitions when hunting or fighting were still intact. As far as he was concerned, nobody needed to know of his small problem until he was nearly deaf. Huffing in agreement with himself, he let his paws stretch before him to take his body back to camp. As much as he enjoyed the serenity of the rain hitting the swampland he didn't need to be caught in a torrential downpour out in the middle of Swampclan territory. And while he didn't doubt his abilities to survive it, he did know that the clan might grow worried of his whereabouts, especially his daughter.
She, like her mother, was quite caring and the worry wart. Needing to know where everybody was and that everything was alright. The tom chuckled to himself as he began to near camp, his eyes catching the movement of cats just to his right. No other cats would be here besides his own, and his prediction was correct as Egretfrost sidled up beside him. Dipping his head to the white tom, Cunnerstar waited for the tom to speak. He was a notably chatty warrior, mated to a pretty molly by the name of Pebblewhisker. "Afternoon Cunnerstar. Borders look fine, though we didn't get as far south as we hoped. Lizardpaw took a wrong step and from the looks of it twisted his paw or something. I'm not sure, we're just trying to get him back to camp so it can be looked at. Ya know it does seem like the rain will set in pretty heavily now anyways, so I'm sure that it's a good idea to come in regardless. Borders can wait till the morning." Quite surprised that the young tom had proposed the idea of waiting for borders, Cunnerstar opened his eyes wide before flicking his tail in annoyance. "Normally, if you would of asked rather than bluntly stating perhaps. Get back to camp and form a new patrol, get to the borders. If anybody is hot about it, tell them they can thank your mouth for running." His voice commanding and his large body formidable by itself, the young tom took a gulp before nodding his head and scampering off. Lizardpaw and another tom trailed just slightly behind Cunner for the remainder of the journey to camp, whether stalled by the apprentice's injury or just not daring to press matters further it was not clear...however neither of them cared to exchange a word with their leader. Cunner couldn't help but smirk softly as he entered camp, watching Egretfrost try to explain the situation to a small group of warriors. And as he reached his den the rain began to fall in sheets, and a small chuckle left his maw. "Should've just kept his mouth shut." The tom shook his head softly, giving a lick to his chest before settling down to take a nice snooze and wait for the return of the soaked patrol.
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