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Post by ♥ BEAU on Aug 25, 2013 16:51:51 GMT -5
SWAMPclan auditioning! I. we are looking for a [leader], [deputy], and [medicine cat]!: So, we have high positions open, and you have the opportunity to make them! Thing is- you gotta audition for these beauties. There's a small list of requirements for each audition to be considered, and keep in mind that there are differences with each clan!
FOR LEADER OF SWAMPCLAN, YOU MUST HAVE THE FOLLOWING:
- the youngest your cat must be is 50 moons. swampclan has only gone through two leaders, therefore they must have been in the leader position for about ten moons.
- your name must be traditional. check the lists if you are unsure of what name you want.
- the history of your cat must match up with that of the clan history and previous high positions.
WHAT YOU DO NOT NEED TO HAVE FOR LEADER:
- be between 50-60 moons of age.
FOR DEPUTY OF SWAMPCLAN, YOU MUST HAVE THE FOLLOWING:
- the youngest your cat can be is 30 moons. in this age, your cat did mentor an apprentice, and it fits with the history of swampclan and the previous high positions. there is no maximum.
- the name must be a traditional name courtesy of the lists we have provided for you.
- the history must match up with the history of the clan.
WHAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO HAVE FOR DEPUTY:
- make your cat have a great personality that fits with the clan high positions.
- be between 30-40 moons.
FOR MEDICINE CAT OF SWAMPCLAN, YOU MUST HAVE THE FOLLOWING:
- the youngest your cat can be is 35 moons. in this age, your cat knows most, if not all, of the medicine that is used, and they have assisted with one or two litters beforehand. there is no maximum.
- the name is traditional and off of the lists we have provided.
- the history matches with the history of the clan and with the previous high positions.
WHAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO HAVE FOR MEDICINE CAT:
- make your cat between 35-45 moons.
- match with the clan attitude and personality.
THE AUDITION:
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 21:37:37 GMT -5
"Please don't talk about those fat, lazy Beach cats in front of me."
"Oh, shut it."
"Do you hear me speaking? Then keep your mouth closed or I'll close it for you." Opossumstar 96 moons · she-cat · swamp · leader (!!!)/deputy ∙ ? ∙ full image- Pelt: long haired, pale gray with darker highlights
- Eyes: large, amber eyes that give her an owl-ish look
- Build: small, but broad build.
- Other: moons and moons ago, she got her leg caught in an alligator's mouth but managed to pull it free. it was deep enough to cut into the muscle, and to this day if she strains it too much it'll ache.
- Brief Description: gray she-cat with yellow eyes and a flat face
appearance - General
- opossumstar is a bit of an enigma. in front of the clan, she's aggressive and strict, her face set like stone with a snarl on her lips that screams 'authority'. with her grand kits, she becomes an entirely different cat. she coos and purrs, lets them play with her tail and enjoys spending time with them. not that she would like the rest of the clan to know, though. she attempts to keep her interactions with her family a secret. she wouldn't want her warriors to think she's gotten soft (although she has).
and we return back to her relationship with the clan. opossumstar is old and only got the position as a leader in the past ten moons, but she's already settled herself quite well into the role. she's aggressive, commanding and doesn't take shit from anyone. her mother used to say that she made up her size with pure anger, and opossumstar has to agree. anger makes her strong in the face of enemies, and she would be stupid not to incorporate the idea.
her opinions on the other clans are simple: stay out of my business and i'll stay out of yours. she just doesn't want to have anything to do with them. if it wasn't for the warrior code, she wouldn't even show up at gatherings. hell, when she was a warrior, she only went once in a blue moon because she just didn't care about what 'problems' beachclan was having. try having scuffles with alligators and then she'll listen to your so-very-terrifying stories of twolegs feeding you disgusting dry food instead of wet food. but it's not like she'd refuse any other clan cats who'd want to join their clan, of course. she wasn't stupid. she knew swampclan was smaller than the other clans and faced far more dangers. they needed warriors, and she didn't care where they got them from as long as they were loyal and strong. if they could face the trials that all the swampclan apprentices had to do, then they're good enough for her.
- tradition is important to her. not because she fears starclan or is afraid of being sent to the dark forest, but she enjoys organization, and tradition makes organization much easier to accomplish. there's already set rules and regulations, and all opossumstar has to do is remember them and pass them to the next generation with words. plus, she was always a sucker for the stories of the old. riverclan, thunderclan, shadowclan, windclan, the stories were like magic to her ears when she was but a kit. late at night when she's done her duties, she slips off to the nursery and tells her grandchildren all the amazing tales of the old forests that their ancestors live in. it makes her as happy as a clam to see the entranced faces on their tiny maws.
as a side note, opossumstar did have kits with a tom at one point, but that doesn't mean she wanted to spend her whole life with him. no, it was only after she gave birth to her daughter that she realized she quite honestly hated the obnoxious mangy warrior. she dealt with him for a while, before finally breaking things off completely, stating that she'd 'tear his tail off if he ever spoke to her child again' which wasn't too fair, but she didn't care. she gave birth to her, not him. anywho, it was at that moment that opossumstar was done with toms. she decided she wasn't going to bother with a stupid thing like love again. but, ah, well, loneliness struck in her growing old age, and she decided she's going to edit her last statement a bit. she plans to find herself an old, single she-cat that would like to sleep in her nest and groom with eachother. less than lovers, more than friends.
- Things Opossumstar Enjoys
- solitude
- organization
- submission
- kits
- watching the stars
- moss bedding
- the scent of butterfly weed
- Things Opossumstar Hates
- alligators
- arrogant apprentices
- know-it-alls (after all she's the know it all)
- beachclan
- eating fish
- her son-in-law
- Opossumstar's Habits
- she has a bit of an obsession with keeping her fur groomed. she doesn't like it being dirty or sticking up in strange places; it always has to be perfectly in line, or it just isn't right.
- Opossumstar's Positive Traits
- Clear spoken
- Knowledgeable
- Organized
- Trustworthy
- [yourCharacterName]'s Negative Traits
- Controlling
- Aggressive
- Easily angered
- Stubborn
- Other
- she has a soft spot for kits, although she'd rather not admit it in front of her clan.
personality - History
- conception: grayfoot was a young, tough warrior of pineclan that's ideals didn't quite match with the softer personalities of the other warriors. littleheart was a quiet, kind small tom that didn't wish to cause trouble. problem was, he was madly in love with grayfoot, and she was just as much. it wasn't long before became mates and, with some prodding from grayfoot, they both left with bonitostar to begin a stronger, more sturdy clan. of course, it wasn't as easy as it sounded. the swamps were a dangerous place, but they did their best. littleheart was used to a hard lifestyle, but nothing like swampclan's, and so grayfoot did everything she could to defend her little man. moons and moons passed and swampclan had finally settled in. that's when the two decided they were ready to have kits. grayfoot wanted to increase the amount of warriors, and littleheart was just glad to have children. it wasn't long before grayfoot was fat with kits, and all was well. and then littleheart got eaten by an alligator after getting a sip of water. grayfoot was heartbroken and distraught and she had no idea what she was going to do with her life. everything she did was for littleheart, but now he was gone and she was alone. at least until she had kits. that night, with her body sore and exhausted, she gazed down at the three little bodies moving and scrambling to get milk and a smile appeared on her maw. they had her coloring, but they all had the same little cute smushed faces that her late mate had. she had to keep living, she supposed.
- kithood: the three kits born were called cinderkit, anolekit and opossumkit. they were all varying shades of gray, with flat faces and fluffy pelts. grayfoot taught them at a young age what it meant to be a swampclan warrior. she told them stories upon stories, all about starclan and the tales of the old and all the great things that made them a clan. to opossumkit, it made life magical. she and her siblings used to pretend to be river, thunder and shadow and wrestle for the rights to territories with unrealistic giggling. their mother, overjoyed at their love for the past, even told them stories about their father who she exaggerated just a bit. he was a brave tom, according to her although the only brave thing she had ever seen him done was refuse a dare, and strong, though he was much more skilled at hunting than lifting his paw to another cat, and very much the sweetest, kindest cat she had ever met, which she felt like she hadn't said enough of. a few moons later, they became apprentices.
- apprentice: opossumpaw was apprenticed to a young, excitable she-cat named rabbitfur. the she-cat was just like her name. she was constantly on the move, and before you could get out a sentence, she was gone. this caused training to go less than well. this irritated opossumpaw to no end, of course, so she decided to take things into her own paws. she began visiting the swamps and glades by herself without her mentor, and train with the local wildlife. it went well for a while. rabbitfur could continue her ADD behavior and opossumpaw got the training she needed, but that wouldn't be very interesting if it lasted forever, would it? one day, the little gray she-cat waded out into the swamps to pursue a piece of prey that was set on escaping, and stepped on an alligator. if you ever seen an alligator, you know that it's reflexive of it to snap its mouth close on anything that it feels, and it didn't betray that instinct this time. it clamped down on opossumpaw's front leg, and she was sure she was going to die the same way her father died. but i'm like my mom. she remembered, and with a snarl she began scrabbling and clawing and hissing until she managed to escape the monster's jaws. her leg burnt like fire, but she raced away as quickly as she could on three legs, all the way back to camp. she stayed in the medicine cat's den for at least a moon until the wound had closed up and the muscles in it had stopped giving her pain. of course, the muscles still tightened occasionally and she suffered because of it, but she was swampclan, and swampclan cats weren't wimps. she continued her path as a warrior with her head held high, and didn't look back.
- warrior: opossumpaw's warrior ceremony wasn't held back like she thought it would be. she assumed she'd have to make up the moon of training she missed, but instead, her escape seemed to make her more than ready for her full name. she was called opossumfang, for her powerful presence, and her siblings were called anoleheart, for her righteous beliefs, and cindercloud, for his peaceful nature. things were well, many seasons passed, and eventually opossumfang fell in love with a chatty, flirty tom named lizardpelt. she had never been in love before, but she was fourty five moons old, so she assumed that it was something like what she was experiencing with him, although later she would realize that that 'feeling' was just flattery. not long past before opossumfang found herself pregnant and realized her mistake with the tom. his chatty behavior became annoying, his flirty ways obnoxious, and over all she wasn't above slapping him across the face. but she wasn't about to make her kits fatherless, oh no. she was going to give them the best life she could. a moon later, two kits were born, one stillborn. opossumfang was a bit upset that one of her kits was dead, but the little squirming bundle beside her was so comforting that it didn't take her very long to forget. she named her daughter guppykit, and as for guppykit's grandmother, well, she was more than overjoyed. grayfoot was finally a grandmother, and she quickly took to teaching the pale brown she-cat about starclan and the clan ways. opossumfang happily let her mother do her job. she had more important things to do, like setting straight lizardpelt. after giving birth to guppykit, opossumfang realized she did not want to spend the rest of her life with the obnoxious, ugly, annoying tom. she would raise her kit herself without his help, and she told him that herself. lizardpelt was of course angry and told his exmate that guppykit was his daughter too, but opossumfang quickly crushed that argument. she threatened him, and off lizardpelt went. anywho, a time later, guppykit was named an apprentice, and not soon after opossumfang's mother passed away. it was a sad time, but the elderly she-cat's days had been numbered since her mate died, and it was a surprise she lasted even this long. around that time, she got her first apprentice: a shy little thing named hawkpaw. opossumfang tried to be easy on him, she really tried, but her nature forced her to teach him like she should've been. she sent him off on tests and fools' errands just to give him something to do. she made him look for alligators in the swamp and get as close as he could without making it snap its teeth in anger. she made him climb the trees in camp, and sleep high in the branches to make him alert even in sleep. and that's when she realized how much she liked being in control of someone. six moons later, hawkpaw earned his warrior name with guppypaw. hawkpaw was hawkfur and guppypaw became guppyflower. a time later, summer arrived and malaria hit the clan like a heavy hammer. most of opossumfang's family managed to escape the grasps of decease, but poor old cindercloud managed to catch it. he died of malaria, along with several other cats. one of these cats included darkfur, the deputy serving under aristar.
- deputy: that night, after darkfur passed away, aristar called the clan together and announced the new deputy. still distraught about her brother's death, opossumfang didn't even realize her name had been announced until all the cats began to call it out, chanting it to starclan to tell them her new position. in a way, she was glad she was given the responsibility. it allowed her to forget about her dear brother's young death long enough to recover. she stuck to organizing patrols, dealing with minor problems that wasn't suited for aristar's position, and keeping the warriors in line with a stern glare. she served as deputy for many seasons and when she was 86 moons old, aristar passed away, unsurprisingly because of an alligator attack. little could be recovered of his corpse, and opossumfang just hoped he didn't look anything like his current body in starclan. bless his hardy little heart.
- leader: opossumfang became opossumstar and her father who she had never met before, littleheart, told her just how proud of her he was. he didn't look anything like his mother had said (he was much smaller and weaker looking than grayfoot had implied), but he had a kind face and she couldn't help but immediately love him. he looked happy, and she was alright with that. and ten moons passed, and opossumstar's still maintained her leadership. her daughter recently had kits (with her former apprentice, no less!) which made her realize how old she was getting. grandkits! oh, the wonders of the universe! with age, she's gotten cranky, but she still is up for hunting and battling as long as it doesn't exert her front leg too much. she certainly doesn't intend to retire too soon. she's only leaded for three seasons, after all!
- Family/Relatives
- grayfoot - mother - deceased
- littleheart - father - deceased
- cindercloud - brother - deceased
- anoleheart - sister - alive (96 moons)
- lizardpelt - ex-mate - alive (102 moons, they still have a rivalry going on)
- guppyflower - daughter - alive (47 moons)
- hawkfur - son in law - alive (46 moons)
- heronkit - daughter - deceased (stillborn)
- minnowkit - granddaughter - alive (3 moons)
- deerkit - grandson - alive (3 moons)
- almondkit - grandson - alive (3 moons)
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[/div][/div] background [/div] [/td][/tr][/tbody][/table] This template was created by Mykolai of SBPlease do not remove credits. [/div] | ★ the ever scorning sun's rays beat down on the pale gray she-cat's fur, sweat beading at the bottom of her paw pads. oh, she hated the heat more than anything. even lizardpelt. that fat old tom was lazying around in the elder's den like he couldn't work. insanity! he had four working legs, he could hunt some without killing himself. but, oh no, his poor frail body. it wasn't like he could ever just step out of his den.
opossumstar continued her silent grumbling for more than a few moments. she hated the hot weather. it seemed to create the sort of anger in her that would send apprentices running with their tails tucked in between their legs like dogs. well, she supposed, that would be at least an amusing sight. with a scornful sigh, the elderly she-cat curled her paws underneath her chest and glanced around camp from her position in front of the roots hanging over her den. coyotepaw stood in the middle of the camp, preaching about one thing or another that starclan had told him and they just had to make him a medicine cat, mousepaw shyly conversing with minkpaw, hawkfur clambering around like a buffoon with a large frog hanging from his jaws as he drug it to the fresh prey pile and... guppyflower approaching her, a gentle smile on her maw.
"guppyflower." opossumstar grunted, not very much a fan of public displays of affection. she'd rather keep the mother-daughter time to a minimum, thank you very much. guppyflower, quite used to her mother's behavior, just tilted her head in a friendly, curious manner and spoke.
"mother, i have good news!" her voice carried high, a look of absolute joy spreading across her face. opossumstar's stern face slowly switched over to a bemused one, her own head copying her daughter's previous look. silence stood like an unwelcome guest between them as guppyflower obviously waited for her leader and mother to say 'what news?', but it never came. finally, the brown tabby just continued, acting like it had never happened. "i'm having kits!"
"excuse me?" opossumstar gaped before remembering her position and ground her jaws back together. "pregnant? who's the father? tell me now!" oh, she was going to feed him to the alligators. just let her get her paws on him, he'd show him what happens when you knock up the leader's daughter---
"oh, silly mom! it's hawkfur. we've been mates since our warrior ceremony. didn't you notice?" hearing his name, hawkfur looked at them, saw the murderous expression on the old gray she-cat's face, and made the intelligent decision of making his escape right out of camp, the frog still hanging in his mouth and thrashing around like it's heart was still beating. guppyflower, who missed the entire exchange, just looked shocked like it never occurred to her anyone could not notice their passionate love for each other. yes, well, it very well wasn't in opossumstar's agenda to stick her nose into her daughter's romantic antics.
oh, she was going to shove that stupid frog right up hawkfur's ---
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 10:52:16 GMT -5
Everything happens for a reason.
Afterall Star Clan gives its worst battles
to its strongest and most able warriors. Peeperstar 84 Moons · male · Swamp · Leader ∙ Heterosexual ∙ image- Pelt: pale brown with dark brown tabby markings
- Eyes: hazel
- Build: Peeperstar was born the runt of the litter and still keeps a smaller size than a normal full warrior in swamp clan. At first glance one may think he is the size of an apprentice, but when he stands up his slightly longer legs give him about a tail length over the apprentices in the clan. As far as his build he is not a large muscular cat that is expected to lead a clan especially swamp clan. He makes up in his lack of muscle with an athletic and lithe build that is seen in faster cats.
- Other: Peeperstar was a sickly kit and the smallest of his litter. Many thought that he was not even going to make it through his first moon. However, he grew healthy over all. The only condition that is left from this is a slight growth deformity from weak growth plates. During his apprenticeship he was attacked and as a result of a claw to his cornea suffered slight blindness in his right eye.
- Brief Description: A tiny pale tabby tom with hazel eyes
appearance - General: Peeperstar tends to be the type of cat that is overlooked but very confident in his ways. Over time Peeperstar has become well liked by the clan overall. He is the kind of cat who tends to be more laid back, quiet, and a little shy. These traits allow him to pay attention to the cats around him and makes him a good listener and problem solver. This causes Peeperstar to keep up with the buzz in camp and is the kind of cat to know just about everything going on about every one of his warriors. Peeper is known for using his brains and taking his time. This makes this tom great for hunting, tracking, and coming up with strategies. However, he tends to be a sub par fighter and takes injuries in battle often due to his size disadvantage. However, he has a sharp loyalty to the clan and is an honorable cat so he will fight when needed. Within his clan Peeperstar tends to be gentle and actually quite mother like, fair and just. Many warriors say that his punishments are often to soft and sometimes non-existent. When interacting with cats of other clans he tends to stay diplomatic. Peeperstar does have his flaws as well. On a normal day he sympathizes with other clan hardships to much. However, when a clan pressures or threatens him or his clan he gains a real quick napoleon complex. Peeperstar can tend to be very stubborn if he gets an idea in his head that he thinks is right. Peeperstar will stick to his guns no matter what his warriors think of the idea. In fact sometimes he even has a hard time admitting he is wrong and will not take pointers or ideas from warriors unless it is one that has earned his trust. Gaining Peeperstar's trust is also very hard due to his background and he tends to keep himself closed off with personal problems. Peeperstar also can tend to over react to situations that he thinks aren't going to his favor and tends to be a slightly jealous cat if some cat has something that he wants.
- Things Peeperstar Enjoys
- Being around apprentices and kits
- Hunting and tracking
- Keeping up with clan gossip
- Things Peeperstar Hates
- His personal problems getting out to his clan
- Being pressured or threatened
- Taking his clan to battle
- Peeperstar's Habits
- Keeping his own problems bottled up
- Pushing away other cats
- Hanging around the nursery
- Taking active action in apprentices' training
- Peeperstar's Positive Traits
- Fair and just
- sympathic
- good problem solver
- good listener
- fiercely loyal and honorable
- Peeperstar's Negative Traits
- Stubborn
- can be slightly mistrusting of other cats
- can be jealous type
- Over reacts
- slight Napoleon Complex present
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- Excels in hunting and tracking
- Fast at running
- Terrible fighter
- Scared of losing his clan
- Scared of committing to a mate
personality - History:
- Before kitting and kitting: Goldenstorm was a swamp clan beauty and often paraded herself around to tease the toms with no intention of ever really taken on a mate or having a litter. The idea of having kits and becoming a queen made her sick to her stomach and she vowed she would never contribute to the clan in that matter. Until one fateful day that the warrior of 20 moons gained a tom cat, Duskpaw, as an apprentice. At first her revulsion to kits caused the pair to have a rocky start but as training went on and Goldenstorm began to feel the traditional bond due to the warm, eager apprentice. They did everything together as Goldenstorm shared her warrior duties with the young cat as well as training sessions. As time took it's toll Duskpaw began to grow rather large, dark, and handsome. The bound of the two cats became intimate. Duskpaw because he actually loved Goldenfrost, Goldenfrost because she wanted to simply have the opportunity for a love game. Duskpaw's first attempt at the mangrove thicket was an utter failure sending Goldenstorm into a fit of rage at Duskpaw. The two still trained but for nearly two moons the bound of even friendship wasn't existent. Finally, the night before Duskheart was set to go back into the maze of mangroves Goldenfrost admitted that she was head over heels for the younger Duskpaw. By the next night, Swamp clan still claims that Duskpaw had made it through the thicket faster than any other cat before him. The good nature of the tom led him to become known as Duskheart. The next morning Duskheart set off in tradition to visit the vanishing cliff. Goldenstorm sat waiting for his return, but it never happened. For the next four sunrises the distraught molly led patrols in search of Duskheart, but no trace was found of him. On the fifth day a patch of dry blood was found not far from the vanishing cliff and it was determined by scent that Duskheart was taken by an eagle. Goldenstorm fled back to camp and a depression came over her. She refused to hunt, patrol, or even fetch her own freshkill. Before long she began to grow heavy with kits. The clan hoped that this would kick her back into a reason to try, but Goldenstorm still grieved for Duskheart, the only tom who ever captured her heart. A moon later the 29 moon old queen gave birth to a sickly litter of 5. 3 she-cats and 2 toms.
- Kithood: Goldenstorm's litter didn't have the happiest kithood. Goldenstorm didn't even want to look at the kits as her old hate for kits rekindled in her. For the first 3 weeks of their lives Goldenflower's litter was weak and sickly, the younger tom being the worst of all of them. They had no names since Goldenstorm didn't want them and were nursed by other queens. 2 of the she kits died during this time. The remaining three were fighters the older tom and the remaining molly began to thrive. The weak tom's life still hung in the balance. It was when Goldenstorm finally took a look at the kits did her slight maternal instinct took over and she finally began to feed her kits. Although the reason was never said the clan believed that she saw Duskheart in the oldest tom and couldn't lose him again. Soon after her kits started suckling she finally named them after creatures in the mangrove maze to honor Duskheart's last memory. The two toms became Newtkit and Peeperkit. The lonely she kit, Geckokit. As they grew it was obvious that Goldenstorm wanted nothing more then to keep Newtkit alive and she always made sure he had enough milk. Geckokit who was larger had no problem getting her share, but the act sent Peeperkit to the medicine den were another queen had to nurse him as he was being treated. By the time the kits were old enough to explore outside the den all three of the litter were strong and healthy. Newtkit and Geckokit were bold, out going and rambunctious as most cats expected kits to be. Peeperkit however was a different story and tended to take in every possible angle of a game or situation before he acted. He was even strange enough to sit through an entire elder story, which he loved to do with his time. 6 moons flew by and Goldenstorm's litter was ready to be apprenticed. Newtkit was rather big for his age and just as Goldenstorm had seen turned into a carbon copy of his father in every regard. Geckokit was a medium build and normal expected cat for swamp clan like her mother. Then there was Peeperkit, who was tiny and lithe due to his sickness messing up his growth plates and stunting his growth. As the three stood lined up for their naming ceremony Goldenstorm hid in the back and watched Newtkit become Newtpaw, Peeperkit become Peeperpaw, and Geckokit become Geckopaw. Goldenstorm finally showed her favoritism for the first time as she only welcomed Newtpaw.
- Apprenticeship: The first half of Peeperpaw's apprenticeship was a bliss for him. His mentor was a sweetmolly by the name of Mousecloud. She was a wonderful teacher, who loved to pass on her warrior skills to the new apprentice. As their bond grew he began to share his sadness about his mother to her and Mousecloud became a mother figure to fill the void that Goldenstorm had left in him. By his 9th moon Peeperpaw showed an excellence in hunting and tracking. He clearly favored this over battle training. Around this time his apprenticeship took a turn for the worst. Mousecloud suddenly began to become absent from his training chasing a tom of her own and would only hold a formal training session once every few days. The time in between Peeperpaw had to fill by himself by practicing with another mentor and apprentice pair or by himself. In addition to a not so committed mentor Goldenstorm was obviously still fixed on Newtpaw and all of her love went to him. This caused a resentment and a rift between the two brothers and a closer bound between Geckopaw and Peeperpaw. Around his 11th moon he was on one of his solo training sessions, hunting in the peaty meadow when a loner appeared and stole prey. In anger and for loyalty to his clan he attacked the bigger cat. A fight followed and the tiny tom found himself easily overwhelmed. Somehow his warrior training gave him an edge and he chased the loner off. By the time the fight was over he was covered in scratches and blood. His main concern however was the fact that he could not see from one of his eyes. While in the medicine den, Goldenstorm came to visit and Peeperpaw got a bit of excitement that she stilled cared. It turned into an onslaught of insults and how such a weak tom shouldn't exist. She then compared him to Newtpaw and how he was excelling and that he would be ready for the mangroves in a moon. Peeperpaw's injuries kept him in the medicine cat den for two moons. During this time she was able to save his eye, but he found out that his eyesight would never be perfect again and that he would only see outlines from it due to scar tissue as a result of a scratched cornea. As his mother had predicted Newtpaw made it through the thicket with no problems and became known as Newtfang. Geckopaw, had tried but had become lost and failed her first attempt. Now at his 13th moon, Peeperpaw decided to give up his trust in both Goldenstorm and Mousecloud both who had wronged him and planted the seeds for distrust in the young apprentice. Geckopaw and Peeperpaw would train for another moon together before taking on the mangrove maze at 15 moons. Geckopaw succeeded first becoming Geckofrost. As Geckofrost went to visit the vanishing cliff, Peeperpaw took his turn in the maze. Although his clan did not think a cat of his size could handle it, Peeperpaw's first attempt at the maze proved to be easy for the young tom as his forethought and his brains pulled him through in almost the same speed that his father had shown seasons before. After his success in the maze Peeperpaw became Peeperstep.
- Warrior: Peeperstep settled himself down in the clearing of camp to watch out for his clan just as many warriors had before. As he watched for his sister's return he began to worry. When the sun came up and Aristar dismissed him he left game and raced off toward the vanishing cliff his tiny paws set on his way to meeting his warrior ancestors and more importantly his sister. Not far from the vanishing cliff he crossed Geckofrost as she began to make her way back. the two siblings talked freely away from camp about Newtfang and their mother and to Peeperstep's surprise she was hurting by the favoritism just as Peeperstep was. When Peeperstep said that he had thrown Goldenflower out of his mind Geckofrost revealed she would not be able to endure it anymore. Geckfrost had decided to leave the clan before her second attempt in the thicket and never went all the way to the vanishing cliff. Peeperstep felt his heart broken by yet another cat as Geckofrost left him standing alone. That night as he reached the cliff Peeperstep decided right then and there he would be the best warrior ever for Geckofrost and himself. When he returned to camp he hid his sister from the clan like he promised and told Aristar that Geckofrost had died during her trip. To his surprise Goldenstorm actually showed some grieve when it was announced to the clan. Peeperstep started off his promise to his sister to be the best warrior in the clan and it seemed the tiny cat never missed an order and always offered to do extra patrols and hunting. As time drew on the clan began to respect the little warrior and he had a different cat to share tongues with every night. He never expected anything in return for his efforts and was very laid back. Newtfang was growing popular too. His appearance and strength were winning over the clan and his ambition to gain power was beginning to surface in the form of sarcastic phrases about taking over the clan. Time passed and by his 20th moon Peeperstorm got his first apprentice, Russetpaw. To everyone's surprise Aristar denied Newtfang the same right. It was this moment that set his brother on a unknown dark vengeance on both Aristar and his brother. As the moon's drew on and Russetpaw grew stronger, Peeperstep foud himself becoming part of Aristar's trusted senior warriors a privilege his powernhungry brother had not yet gotten. Right around Russetpaw's final assessment Peeperstep and Russetpaw were out training at quicksand pond. Newtfang ambushed his brother and as the fight wore on Russetpaw rammed Newtfang off his brother knocking them both into the sand. Peeperstep made the hardest choice possible and chose to rescue his apprentice. The two never spoke of the attack and when they got back to camp Russetpaw changed the story and let the clan believe that he had tried to save Newtfang. This death sent Goldenstorm into the elders den a few sunrises later. Russetpaw finished his training within a moon and became Russetstripe. Peeperstep now 32 moons found himself leading patrols at Darkfur's request. This same act continued for 6 moons when Darkfur joined star clan. Peeperstep grieved for his dead deputy and listened to the gossip around him. Many cats wished that Newtfang was still alive to take the deputy spot as he would care for the clan. Peeperstep knew that wasn't the case, but he knew that one of the senior warriors would get it and right now the favorite seemed to be Mousecloud who was now out of the nursery. That very night the cats heard Aristar's summon and joined in a clan meeting. That night Peeperstar heard a sound that he never expected to hear his can cheering and welcoming him as the swamp clan deputy!
- Deputy: The tiny tom couldn't believe it! For a cat who was used to being over looked he felt like he was touching a piece of Star clan that very minute. Until he looked over at the elders and saw his mom scowling. There wasn't doubt in his mind that she was thinking this should of been Newtfang. Yet for the first time ever his mother's scorn didn't sting and he knew that he was going to work for this clan. At first everything was overwhelming as he tried to organize patrols and the newly named deputy felt like marching right to Aristar to say he chose the wrong cat. However. to his surprise the senior warriors were on his side. Before long the tiny tom was doing his job more then adequate. The seasons passed seamlessly as Peeperstep and Aristar lead the clan through it's up and downs. During these seasons Goldenstorm finally joined star clan and Geckofrost found her way back to swamp clan. Aristar led a patrol out and to the now 84 moon old deputy's horror never came back as an alligator got hold of him. That very night Peeperstep made one more travel to the vanishing cliff to gain his 9 lives. The cat who never expected to even be a warrior is now the leader of his clan, Peeperstar.
- Family/Relatives
- Father: Duskheart (deceased)/Mother: Goldenstorm
- 2 unnamed sisters (younger;deceased), Newtfang (older brother; deceased), Geckofrost (younger sister; loner)
- Mousecloud (mentor)
- Ruessetstripe (first apprentice)
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Peeperstar awoke just as the newleaf sun was coming up over the horizon. The tiny tom looked around his den silently taking in every ridge and mark in the wood of the tree that made up the shelter. It had been less than a full day since he had made the journey to the Vanishing Cliffs to gain his nine lives and the den still smelled strongly of Aristar. The scent filled his mind of his own leader and how ambitiously he ran the clan. He could feel his presence in the den and it felt as if his stern amber stare was fixed on Peeperstar right this very minute. He started to make an excuse for being in the den and almost heard Aristar's rough mew not wanting to hear the excuse. He shook his head and then it was all over and the tiny tom stood up and stretched himself out.
It was obvious that this new leader was not the same as his precessor. Peeperstar was laid back, quiet and Just. Right now at this moment he was still shocked by the fact that swamp clan was now his clan. In his mind Aristar was just out on a patrol or hunting and the alligator never closed it's cruel jaws on the tom. Peeperstar began to think about how he would rule over his clan as he groomed himself. He wasn't stern nor was he as ambitious as Aristar. In fact, he never wanted to fight unless he was threatened. He unlike Aristar would listen to the warriors, that was just his nature to know and want to know how everything was going for every cat.
When his coat shimmered the small tabby shook his pelt one more time and paced back and forth inside his den. He had to show his cats that he was ready for this even if down deep he wasn't sure he was. Swamp Clan would be strong with this tiny tom at it's lead and live on past Aristar. His eyes shining to their brim with curiosity Peeperstar walked out into the now strongly shining sun and decided it was time to talk to the clan, not as their deputy organizing patrols; but as their new leader. A meeting to ease his cats and let them know that Swamp Clan would survive this change and that they would hold strong against the only clans. The tradional ways that the amazing Bonitostar had enstated seasons ago would continue and most importantly that Swamp Clan would have their deputy by the time the moon had risen that night. He sat up as tall as the almost apprenticed size cat could and then let his mew ring strongly over the camp "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here for a clan meeting!" with those words and the reaction to the tiny tom's summon as his confirmation reality sunk in. He was the leader of swamp clan. "Star clan help me!" he whispered to himself as the cats began to get comfortable in front of him.
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Post by SATYRNOSE on Aug 29, 2013 15:35:25 GMT -5
Everybody wants to go to heaven
But nobody wants to die
I can't fear death, I've died a thousand times. Satyrnose 39 moons · Molly · Swampclan · Medicine cat ∙ Hetero ∙  - Pelt: Silver tabby with brown patches.
- Eyes: Light yellow/green
- Build: She doesn't have much muscle on her but she is an average sized cat. Her paws are just a bit big for her but other than that.
- Other: Her ears are curled back making an odd look for her
- Brief Description: A pretty calico molly with bright green eyes and curled ears
appearance - General:
- Sweet: Satyrnose is generally an extremely sweet molly. Any cat who needs her love and compassion is really welcome to it. She will cuddle them and tell them everything is okay. Honestly so many younger cats who have been in her den she treats more like her own kits rather than anything else being she can't have kits. Though its not a choice she regrets as she gets to watch the clan prosper and grow through her duties.
- Calm: She is actually highly calm. The molly never freaks out when a seriously wounded warrior come in her den. She knows it would be a bad idea and the warrior needs to see a calm collected cat trying to help him or her. Shes always done her best to keep her thoughts to herself and even if the cat is dying she makes sure they go a happy way.
- Caring: No matter what the cat, be it her clan or another, Satyrnose will try her best to help them. She cares about all the clans out here and wouldn't leave a warrior dying on the ground if it was in her power to save them. She knows the duty of a medicine cat is to heal and care for those out there and thats exactly what she does.
- Passionate: Shes very serious about her clan status and wouldn't be one trying to get a mate behind her clans back or anything along those lines. She cares only for her clan, while she might flirt it would be harmless as everyone knows she would never drop down and take on a mate.
- Careful: Satyrnose is very careful about her work and her den. She likes everything to be just perfect and with that shes gentle about healing and thorough with her cleaning. The molly is very ocd about things and you'd almost always see her cleaning if she wasn't doing anything else.
- Shy: While most see her working well, deep down Satyrnose is a shy cat. She is afraid of being judged and has some social anxiety issues that go along with her ears. She was made fun of for them so she always thinks someone is staring. As time goes on she got used to it but it still caused her to have such a shy nature about her.
- Timid: Being shy shes also a bit timid. She will flinch a lot and stutter quite often. She gets nervous talking to those of high positions as she doesn't think she really made herself look like one who would have any power at all. Being a medicine cat in her mind was pure luck.
- Things Satyrnose Enjoys
- Sunlight
- A clean den
- Visitors that aren't actually hurt
- Things Satyrnose Hates
- The rain
- Possessive cats
- Overly hyper kits. Don't get me wrong she loves kits but not when they are messing up her den.
- Satyrnose's Habits
- She has a bit of O.C.D and is constantly cleaning everything. Its good for her job but it goes to in camp as well.
- Satyrnose stutters... A lot. She really has a hard time around new cats.
- Satyrnose's Positive Traits
- Shes very sweet
- Highly careful with everything she does.
- Passionate in her work, not one who would betray her clan.
- Satyrnose's Negative Traits
- Shes extremely shy at times.
- Timid which causes her stuttering and sometimes flinching around others.
- She has some anxiety problems but shoves them aside.
- Your Own Section
- She is actually terrified of water to be honest.
- Shes very good at tracking things down or smelling out bad herbs and wounds.
personality - History:
- Kit: As a kit Satyrkit always heard the stories of a warrior assessment, having to go through something so dangerous to get your warrior name. The thought terrified the little kit as she stared up at her mother. Always wanting to find a way out of it. Of course she figured maybe she'd deal with it and hopefully make it out. The little kit was always scared to mess up and disappoint her clan. Hearing all the stories her mother told just made her want to impress the clan more and more. She soon remembered of Coyotestep. Sure as a kit she was thinking a bit ahead but she looked at the medicine cat as someone to be jealous of. she was a brilliant cat who took care of the clan. Without her many would die. This soon led to the little kits wish.
- Apprentice: Becoming an apprentice Satyrpaw didn't want to learn in the warrior ways. She had watched Coyotestep for a long time and absolutely adored what she did. Satyrpaw wanted to learn like that, learn how to care for the clan in ways many others couldn't. She wanted to impress her mother and the clan all at once. Soon enough the little cat was under Coyotestep's wing and was learning in the way of medicine. While Satyrpaw learned fast it took her quite a long time to be comfortable doing anything on her own. Many of the other apprentices liked to make fun of the little green eye'd molly. She had weird ears and that was something they'd always laugh at. This caused for her shy nature but didn't effect her work as much as you would really think. Soon enough she was figuring it out enough to help cats on her own and received her full name of Satyrnose for her keen sense of smell. She personally felt proud of herself and absolutely loved Coyotestep. It broke her heart when the medicine cat passed away.
- Medicine cat: Having taken Coyotestep's place Satyrnose felt the need to calm herself, make sure everyone who came in knew she was going to take care of them and handle everything. After delivering her mothers second litter to a new mate and one of her closest friends kits she felt fully confident in her placement. Her mother showed how proud she was and now as she works Satyrnose could never have picked a better place.
- Family/Relatives
- Father: Unknown
- Mother: Hurricaneflower
- Sootpaw, Troutpaw.
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The sun was hot on the calico molly's back as she made her way back to camp. Her white paws padding quickly. She had left not to long ago wanting to get some herbs that she had run low on. Going early she hoped to beat the sun as it had been horrible lately, sure she adored the sunlight but sometimes it was just to much for her to handle when she wasn't in the safety of her own den. Finally making her way back into camp, the bundle of herbs handing in her jaw, she quickly dashed to the medicine den. Honestly Satyrnose felt bad for the warriors who had to work out there all day to feed the clan and protect it. Of course they took pride in that so really there was no reason to feel bad for them all in the end.
She was soon thinking back to her mother Hurricaneflower. How the molly had found a new mate after Satyrnose's father disappeared. in reality the medicine cat never knew her father so it didn't bother her much. She now had two little brothers to deal with, they were always coming into her den to harass her and as she absolutely loved the two little toms it was hard keeping up with them sometimes. Sootpaw was a bit timid but paired up with his older brother Troutpaw they were literally like a hurricane coming through her den. So really why was she expecting anything different than coming back to a den with two cute grey toms sitting in the middle of it waiting for their big sister to get back to camp.
Letting out a long sigh Satyrnose walked over to the storage, dropping the herbs. Turning back she playfully batted at Troutpaw. "What are you two doing in here while I'm gone? You both know better than to do that." She said softly, shooing them from her den. "What if you had gotten into something and where are your mentors? Shouldn't you be out training?"Of course she loved the two.. But sometimes you just needed your space. Having an apprentice of her own wouldn't be all too bad, maybe he could even keep these two in line.
Finally getting rid of the two apprentices who simply just dashed off without a word Satyrnose went back to her stores, needing to organized everything and simply clean up a bit. It was a mess back her. Well not really but in her mind it was.
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Post by BEARHEART on Sept 1, 2013 18:29:13 GMT -5
"It's not right standing in my spotlight;
You can just lay in my shadow if it burns too bright.
Don't trip following in my footsteps; you'll be up to your neck in regrets." Bearheart 37 Moons · Male · Swamp · Deputy ∙ Hetero ∙ Full Image- Pelt: As for coloration, Bearheart is a mostly white tom with large dark brown tabby patches of fur. Lighter auburn hues highlight these tabby patches, creating a nicely toned forest shade and giving Bear his name. His pelt length is described as being between medium and long, and is thick and soft and texture. He likes to keep it well groomed and neat at all times, though he isn't panicked if it isn't perfect; he merely liked to look presentable.
- Eyes: Bear's eyes are intelligent and bright; there is a certain ambitious gleam always present within them, and he always seems to be smiling because of the ways his eyes shine. In color, they are a dark olive green, with lighter foresty shades crystallized within.
- Build: Bearheart was not only named for his coloration, but also his size. He is a large, broad, and well muscled to say the least. Starting at the bottom and working our way up, Bear's paws are massive. Although he athletically inclined, it is clear that he was not built for speed; in fact, he is more brutish than flexible, and designed to overpower and clobber rather than twist and leap. His hind legs are clearly defined and thick, giving him a massive boost when it comes to pushing off the ground, and makes up for his weight. His front legs are long and give him height and the ability to pull himself forwards and upwards. His torso, mostly in the chest region, is broad and thick. His shoulders give him a powerful knocking force, and are flat and shielded on the sides. His body is over all lean and wiry, ending in a stubbed tail. Bear's facial build is well defined and wide, with large ears and a wide muzzle. Overall, Bearheart is massive, powerful tom with great athletic inclination and handsome features.
- Other: A solitary scar runs over the bridge of his nose, and a series of long claw marks mark his pelt, most noticeable on his right shoulder and torn left ear.
- Brief Description: Massive, scarred dark brown and white tom with olive green eyes.
appearance - General:
Ambitious.
Bearheart wants to be the best; he needs to be the best. Not himself in particular, but the socialization that surrounds him. He works his clan like dogs, and has a noticeable tendency to favor those who are strong willed, even if they aren't the greatest when it comes to physical skill. He'd prefer a clan of those who want to be the best than a clan of the best who are bored with their status and became overconfident. He tears down the arrogant cats, even though he is one himself, and works hard to make SwampClan the best it will ever be. He is also a stickler for tradition, and desires to prevent straying from the warrior code. He wants his Clanmates to feel a sense of patriotism, and will personally grill any cat who's negativity is notable.
Loyal.
This tom is extremely close to his leader, and works hard to keep them satisfied. He wants all the work put onto his own shoulders, and would do anything his leader asked of him, no matter how dangerous or idiotic. Bear also likes to give advice when it comes to important decisions, though he would never disagree with his leader, and wants nothing more than for his clan to be happy and loyal. When authority is challenged, or a clanmate is disrespected, Bearheart works hard to get to the bottom of the situation and fix it before it evolves into something greater.
Over confident.
Bearheart likes to trust himself, no matter what. He never second guesses his own opinion, and can get himself into some sticky situations because of his refusal to back down from the limelight and admit defeat. He doesn't know when to give up, and would keep on pressing forward even if he was the ony one left standing. Bearheart takes a great pride in his clan, and would defend them at all costs.
Intelligent.
Devising battle and hunting strategies bring great pleasure to this tom, and he would never hesitate to share his ideas with anyone who would listen. He absolutely loves praise, and feels he deserves it too. Bearheart sees himself as an intellectual genius, and takes great responsibility and pride in thinking up ways to improve clan life and strength.
Fatherly & Compassionate.
Bearheart is quite the charmer, or so he likes to believe *he actually is though*. His only problem is that he can't find the right girl for himself. He wants someone strong minded, and beautiful, and... It's hard to explain. He just has this image in his mind, and he can't seem to find who he's looking for. On a seperate note, Bearheart's great with kids. He absolutely adores them, and isn't afraid to let everyone know it. He's a big papa bear, and he's had tons of practice with all his younger siblings. He likes to give praise where praise is necessary, and although his first priority is making his clan the best, he only does it so that they can be happy.
Aggressive & Protective.
Ever heard the saying that everything can be solved with violence or intimidation? No? Oh. Well, that's how Bearheart thinks. He never thinks about the consequences of his actions, and is praised as a highly skilled warrior, who is also very compulsive and idiotic at times, because of it. He isn't scared to fight his enemies no matter where he is, though only a number of things could provoke him to act on such a whim. Most of his rougher soars are dealt to members of opposite clans, but he's not afraid to rough up a clanmate if needed.
Organized/Neat
Bear loves everything to be nice, and neat, and organized to a certain point. He doesn't get disgruntled if something is not perfect; rather, he likes everything to make sense to himself, and be presentable to others. He seems to have lists and bullets and tabs and folders all stored within his mind, and has no trouble remembering certain things when he needs to. He has found this extremely handy as a deputy, as he must chose certain warriors and apprentices that are compatible with one another for patrols and mentor/apprenticeship in order to keep things running smoothly. It just comes naturally to him, which is why he likes it.
Conceited.
Bearheart loves himself. End of story.
No but seriously, he thinks he's really close to perfect. He's sexy and he knows it, and he's intelligent, and he's brave, and strong, and glorious... Sure, he has some things he could work on. But his father raised him right, and there's no one in the world that could compete with him; not that he puts everyone else down because of it- in fact, he likes to praise others just as much as he likes to praise himself. He just does a little more scolding around the edges when it comes to others, though.
Unrelentless.
It's his way or the highway, and if you choose the highway he'll hunt you down and make you agree with him anyway. He has a certain drive that comes with his love of authority and fatherly presence that won't let him give up until the job is done, and he'd rather get killed than let the enemy win when there's still a chance. He likes to think that his ideas are beautiful and great, and that everyone should listen to them, and that if you just tell others your thoughts so many times, they're bound to agree someday. He'll argue all day and all night to prove his point, and if he can't make you see things straight, then you've got yourself some extra work to do. Have fun. - Things Bear Enjoys
- Those who work without complaint
- Organization
- Himself
- Having a strong clan
- Winning
- Devising battle strategies
- Things Bear Hates
- Being thought of as weak
- Slackers, complainers, and weaklings
- When his leader's or his own authority/loyalty is challenged
- Chaotic order
- Losing
- Being idle
- Bear's Habits
- He has a tendency to overwork himself and others
- He favors strong willed and athletic warriors/apprentices
- He can be a little over zealous at times, and will rush into conflict without a second thought
- Bear's Positive Traits
- Passionate
- Intelligent
- Loyal
- Ambitious
- Charasmatic
- Organized/Neat
- Strong (in a mental sense)
- Caring
- Bear's Negative Traits
- Arrogant
- Prideful
- Conceited
- Overthinker
- Unrelenting
- Overly confident
- Never content
- Aggressive
- Your Own Section
- Bear excels in physical activity, like battle and hunting.
- He is not fond of Twolegs monsters or thunderpaths , but would not admit to weakness, and would without hesitation face his fears.
- Bearheart is known for making the clan work extremely hard. He has a desire to be the best.
personality - History:
Tigerpaw; Tigerpaw, son of Batclaw and Lantanafrost, brother to Floaterpaw and Cowpaw. He was massive, a shaggy furred brown tabby with orange eyes. He was the trouble maker tom who couldn't wait to prove his worth; a natural leader, with impeccable fighting skills and a nose for excitement.
Duskpaw; Duskpaw, only daughter of Foxfur and Beaverface. She was a young, small and slender calico with beautiful green eyes. She was the clan goody two-shoes, never really good at anything athletic, but extremely kind and gorgeous.
-2 moon; Tigerpaw and Duskpaw, once acquainted, could not be separated. They were the best of friends, completely in love from the start. They did everything together, including training, adventuring, and getting in multitudes of trouble. Everyone knew it was inevitable that they would become mates; there was no way to miss the love in their eyes.
-1 moons; At the age of 12 moons, Duskpaw was hit by a monster on the Thunderpath. Luckily, it was only able to skirt her hind legs, crushing her spine and paws in the region. Since she was trying to cross the path to get to Tigerpaw, the larger tom was able to get her back to camp, unconscious, within mere moments to save her life. Coyotestep predicted that the molly wouldn't be able to live longer, but miraculously, Dskpaw survived. She was unable to walk, however, merely able to drag herself around with her front paws with much pain in her lower back. She was placed in the Elder's Den by Aristar, but Tigerpaw; Tigerfang by this time; was able to convince everyone to try and see if Duskpaw could still produce kits. Turns out she could, even though everyone was quite doubtful, and Aristar repositioned her as a permanent queen with the warrior name of Duskflower.
0 moons; Finally, there came the deciding moment. The kits were born, luckily in great health. There was a large tom, with fluffy fur and a bobbed tail, which the couple named Bearkit. The second was a slender calico femme, who was named Tawnykit. The kits, even at their young age, were energetic and strong. They began walking around two weeks, and were always eager to explore, though Tigerfang's cautious persona didn't allow them to travel too far out of sight.
1-5 moons; Tigerfang's favorite part about having his two playful, energetic furballs was that he was able to take them out and train, in a way. Bearkit and Tawnykit loved to overcome obstacles and challenges, and Tigerfang realized his kits' potentials before they even became five moons. The two siblings absolutely loved to help their mother complete her daily exercises, encouraging her along and making her life worth while. She had never been happier, and Tigerfang had never been more proud. Also at this time, Bearkit began to get louder, and more controlling; he was a natural leader, and Tawnykit was happy to stay quiet and follow her brother wherever he went.
6-12 moons; Soon the kits had grown into health, strong apprentices at the ripe age of six moons. They were given mentors, Bearpaw receiving a lethargic tom named Kitejaw, and Tawnypaw given a cold molly named Cassiafrost. Neither were too pleased with their teachers, though Bear announced his distaste while Tawny learned to stay quiet and in the shadows. Because of this, Tigerfang began to work with his son, drilling him into the ground and making him work his way back up through days of intense training. Bearpaw showed a great amount of skill, as did Tawnypaw, though Bear (once again) boasted about his athletic ability while Tawnypaw was given silent appreciation from her hidden stance. The two were deemed beautiful as they grew, their bodies becoming lean and muscular, and it was clear the potential was just waiting to be unleashed.
13-15 moons; Just like everyone assumed they would, the two siblings passed the Mangrove Maze with flying colors. Shortly after, their ceremonies were held. Bearpaw was named Bearheart, for his courageous, confident, over zealous personality, and Tawnypaw named Tawnystream, for her beautiful complextion, highlighted skills, and love of the water. Upon hearing his name chanted by his clan members, Bearheart began to think he could prove himself to be so,etching more useful than just a warrior. With this thought in mind, he began to brag around camp, saying he would be leader someday. A fiery femme, named Barbstorm, who also hoped to be a leader someday, thought he was entirely too immature for the cocky way he held himself. She told him as such. He was infuriated that she didn't think he was great, and decided to prove that he could beat her any day, despite the fact that she was slightly older. They fought in the middle of camp, and though it was broken up quickly by Aristar, each of the warriors found themselves with new battle scars to show off. Barb had three singular claws marks running down her lip through to her neck, and Bear escaped with a slice across the bridge of his nose. Bearheart was entirely satisfied with the spar, claiming he won. Unfortunately for Bear, Barbstorm had a much more experienced mate, who was not too happy with the other tom's performance. He was a scarred, ugly brute by the name of Spidereye, due to one eye being completely torn out of its socket. He charged Tawnystream a few weeks after the battle, without warning, and it was all she could do to defend herself. Fortunately Bearheart was able to intervene, and left a massive gash across the repulsive tom's forehead, leaving him half blind in his good eye due to the blood that drained into it. From this battle, which happened to be his worst, Bearheart gained four rippling scars down his right shoulder. Tawnystream was ok, though she was is shock and had a few pretty good gashes here and there. It was figured that Spidereye had tried to get even with Bearheart, by scarring his "woman". The thought of his family being hurt in any sense because of himself frightened Bear greatly, and he keeps a close eye on them to this day.
16-22 moons; With a shortage of warrior's, Bearheart was given his first apprentice at the measly age of sixteen moons. Not that he was complaining, of course! The apprentice he was paired with was a lean tom by the name of Geckopaw. Geckopaw had a careless, cold personality; he was extremly passive, and really didn't care about anything at all. This angered Bearheart a little, as he had expected his first experience as a mentor to be with someone who loved to work, and would try hard to please him. As it would turn out, because Bearheart wanted it this way, he drilled Geckopaw until the poor tabby worked little a dog without complaint. The two became close, and Geckopaw passed every test SwampClan threw at him with flying colors, courtesy of Bear's relentless training. He shaped Gecko to be someone who tried their best, and eventually the younger tabby found his heart in soul in battle training, in which he excelled. When Geckopaw became Geckofang, Bearheart couldn't hide the pride in his eyes. This experience only made Bear realize even more that he needed to be something, and that he could do anything his set his mind to. He was a natural leader, and he wanted to prove it.
23-25 moons; With his desires clear to himself, Bearheart put forth more effort than ever before into following his dreams. He knew someday he wanted to be the leader of his clan, and he needed to step up his game if that were ever going to happen. He forced his way into numerous duties, waking up early to leave with the dawn patrol even if he wasn't a part of it, braving the sunhigh heat to go hunting in the afternoons, and even staying up late for the nightly border patrols. He took on apprentice's jobs, like cleaning out the elder's den and even patching certain holes in the camp's briar fortress. Now that his apprentice had passed the Mangrove Maze, Bearheart had more time on his hands than he knew what to do with, and he did not want to waste it being idle. It was this factor in his personality that inspired him, foolishly, to try and press other warriors into working hard like himself. He got into a series of minor scuffles, and his third major sparring event took pace within these moons of his life. During this fight with Snakeclaw, he shredded the other tom's face, and got his own right ear ripped. The two found themselves in serious trouble at the end, and had to be patched up by Coyotestep. Bearheart continued to work hard, though he left Snakeclaw alone for the sake of Aristar.
26 moons; What a happy time for Tigerfang and Duskflower! Finally, their second litter was born. It contained the oldest, a dilute calico molly by the name of Morningkit, and two large toms, a grey and white fellow named Pebblekit (who's name was rather ironic to his size), and a black tom-kit by the name of Blackpaw. Bearheart took a cut-back on his warrior duties, knowing that family came first, and helped his parents raise the younger kits. Tawnystream loved them just as well, and took a particular liking to the small femme.
27 moons; At Bearheart's 27th moon, tragedy struck the clan. Aristar, the brave and courageous leader that he was, was killed by an alligator. The whole clan was left in shock and remorse, and the absence of this great leader was felt desperately. {blank} was promoted up to leader, and chose none other than this fluffy young tom to be deputy. Bearheart was deeply honored, and felt pride like he had never felt it before. To hear his name chanted by the clan, and to see the love and hubris in his father's eyes... It's a memory Bear holds very dear to his heart.
28-30 moons; Bearheart was not surprised at being named deputy; after all, it is what he worked so hard for. Unfortunately, he was struggling to help Tigerfang and Duskflower raise his three younger siblings, who were all playful and energetic, but had their own personalities. Morningkit in particular was a breeze; she absolutely loved Tawnystream and the two would often go out to play together. Black-kit was shy, though large and intimidating, and preferred to follow around Pebblekit; the sole trouble maker of the group. Pebblekit was loud, and cocky, and thought he could do everything. He even tried to crawl through the Mangrove Maze to prove he was better than some arrogant apprentice, and had Black-kit not reported timidly back to Bearheart, the younger grey tom would have starved to death. Needless to say, Bearheart had his hands full. Tigerfang started to come down with a fever, and coughing arose; though he was sick, he was determined to continue warrior duties, but was smart in the way that he would not go around his kits in case of the illness being contageous. This left Bearheart at the head of the family for the time being, and he struggled with his duties as a warrior, deputy, and older brother.
31 moons; Well, it wasn't like Tigerfang and Duskflower thought they were done having kits, but they hadn't expected a litter so close to their last one. Because of Duskflower's depleted nutrients and lack of bodily rotundity, this last littler contained only one small, sickly tom. He was mostly white, but had a few brown flecks scattered haphazardly around his pelt, and henceforth earned the name Fleck-kit. Besides the fact that he was not expected, Tigerfang and Duskflower loved him all the same, and worked hard to keep him alive and well. He spent his first few weeks in the medicine cat den, and would remain to stay in the den, though he was active for his size and sickliness. Around this time, Tigerfang came down with a terrible cough, and his chest began to pain him terribly. He drew a high fever, and mucus ran out of his nose constantly. However, he refused to go anywhere near the medicine cat's den, mostly because he didn't want to pass his illness, later prescribed as Malaria, on to Fleck-kit who would have no chance of surviving it. The disease took his life within the first two moons of his symptoms.
32 moons; Tigerfang's death took a toll on his family. Bearheart withdrew from his duties for a while, trying to comfort his family, especially Duskflower. She seemed rather lost, in her own world, and she was struggling to care for Fleck-kit. Morningpkit was a pure angel at the time, playing mother hen and keeping everybody's spirits alive and happy despite their loss. When it came time for the three kit's apprentice ceremonies, Bearheart stepped back up to the plate and chose mentors he thought would suit them well. He watched with a great pride as his younger siblings were named Morningpaw, Pebblepaw, and Blackpaw, and he knew Tigerfang was watching with the same emotion as himself from somewhere in the heavens. Things seemed to be picking up for the family, and though Tigerfang was missed, his presence was still felt in their hearts.
33 moons; When Bearheart came to the age of 33 moons, tragedy struck the family once again. Pebblepaw had been out adventuring with Blackpaw, and had decided to impress his brother with his tactful skill and grace. In other words, he told Blackpaw that he could cross the Quick Sands without sinking. Blackpaw had told his brother not to try it, but ended up watching, in terrified agony that froze him to the spot and sent him into shock, Pebblepaw sink into the sands whilst yowling for him to get help. Blackpaw placed the death of his brother on himself, and became secluded and refused to speak ever again, though at night he would often wake up screaming for someone to help. This secondary death effected Duskflower as well, sending her spiraling into depression and leaving her a bit crazed in the mind. Morningpaw was of course the most optimistic throughout these hard times in the family, keeping good faith stored into Tawnystream and Bearheart. Fleck-kit was too young to know much of what had happened, though he felt the absence of Duskflower, and was in turn raised more by Morningpaw and Tawnystream, with Bearheart as a father figure. It was Pebblepaw's foolish act that made Bearheart realize the weaknesses growing within his much too prideful clan members.
37 moons; With grief residing slowly in the family, Bearheart also struggled with finding an appropriate mentor for Fleckpaw, but the deed was done in due time. As for himself, Bearheart now has the feminist elite cocky, overbearing, obnoxious, know-it-all lesbian apprentice by the name of Eveningpaw. He fully appreciates her ambition and aggressive nature, though he hopes to harness it and control her enough to the point where she doesn't think he should kneel before her and only be useful for producing offspring. No. That is bad Eveningpaw.
34-37 moons; After Pebblepaw's death, Bearheart began to work harder towards seeing his clan thrive and succeed. He started drilling cats, making optimal decisions, and putting forth his best effort. Not only did he keep the way he was raised in mind, but he also thought on the weaknesses on the clan and want he could improve. He realized the fear of disease, especially in the swamplands, and the terror that looked around the Quick Sands as well. How could a clan depend on something to save them in a time of battle if they were horrified by its presence? Bearheart recognized the need for some major reforms in SwanpCan behavior, asking for things such as group training at the Quick Sands (so that warriors and apprentices alike would be more attuned to its power and capability), and for {medicine cat} to give lessons at the basics of medication; which kinds of herbs were poisonous, simple medications, and how to apply cobwebs. He wants nothing less than the best for SwampClan, and will never be satisfied until the perfect civilization is formed within these briar barriers.
- Family/Relatives
- Tigerfang
- The father of Bearheart, Tawnystream, Morningpaw, Pebblepaw, Blackpaw, and Fleckpaw. A massive brown and white short haired tom with orange eyes. These two were close, and Tigerfang pressured Bearheart to always be confident in himself, but never content with who he was. He constantly put Bearheart down, trying to make his son rise up and try to be even better. He was killed by Malaria at the age of 34 moons, when Bearheart was 20 moons. Deceased.
[li]Duskflower |
[/li] - The mother of Bearheart, Tawnystream, Morningpaw, Pebblepaw, Blackpaw, and Fleckpaw. She is a slender calico with beautiful light green eyes. She was hit by a moster on the thunderpath when she was younger, and lost the ability to do her warrior duties due to injury in her hind legs, though she survived. She became a permanent queen, and spent her life dedicated to raising her kits with love and care. She took the death of Tigerfang extremely hard, and began to stop eating after the death of Pebblepaw. 49 Moons.
[li]Tawnystream[/li] - Bearheart's sister. She was born in Tigerfang and Duskflower's first litter, with Bearheart. She is a muscular, lean calico with light orange eyes. She is very close to Morningpaw, and likes to hang out with Bearheart every now and then. She puts up a cold front, and is great with apprentices. She was saddened by the death of her father and younger brother, but tries not to show it. 37 Moons.
[li]Morningpaw[/li] - Bearheart's sister. She was born in Tigerfang and Duskflower's second litter, with Pebblepaw and Blackpaw. She is a pretty, slender diluted calico molly with orange eyes. She is a mother hen, with a calm and peaceful nature. She's overly friendly, and close to Tawnystream. She was the most encouraging through the deaths of Tigerfang and Pebblepaw. 11 Moons.
[li]Pebblepaw[/li] - Bearheart's brother. He was born into Tigerfang and Duskflower's second litter, with Morningpaw and Blackpaw. He was a large grey and white tom with orange eyes. Pebblepaw was cocky and immature, but he cared a lot for his family and would do anything to protect them. He was really close to Blackpaw and briefly, Fleckpaw, before his death at 7 moons. He was engulfed in the Quick Sands while trying to impress Blackpaw. Deceased.
[li]Blackpaw[/li] - Bearheart's brother. He was born into Tigerfang and Duskflower's second litter, with Morningpaw and Pebblepaw. He is a large black tom with green eyes. He was an outgoing troublemaker, with a bubbly, though shy, persona before Pebblepaw's death. After seeing his closest brother get killed, Blackpaw became introverted and a self inflicted mute. He refuses to get close to anyone. 11 Moons.
[li]Fleckpaw[/li] - Bearheart's youngest brother. He was born to Tigerfang and Duskflower's third and final litter. He is a runtish, small white tom with brown flecks and brown eyes. He has numerous health issues, and is too weak to do anything if much use, but is over eager and is always trying to prove his worth. He loves making friends, and is kind of feminine. He is the only small tom in the Tigerfang family, and is treated like the baby. 6 Moons.
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[/ul][/div][/div] background [/div] [/td][/tr][/tbody][/table] This template was created by Mykolai of SBPlease do not remove credits. [/div] "Otterstream, Sireneye, Eveningpaw, Minkpaw, Mousepaw, Speckledheart, Tawnystream, Morningpaw!" Bearheart shouted his list of names into the crisp leaf-fall air, his breath forming crystallized clouds of fog into the open space before his maw. Mornings were cold, especially before the sun came up; this was something Dawn Patrol's members knew well. In fact, this is what the deputy was congregating his fellow clan mates for at this very moment. The warriors would of course awaken with a jolt upon hearing their name penetrate through the soft warmth of their mossy nest and the heavy breathing of the Clanmates around them. Apprentices, however, often needed a small prod or two before their fantastical dreams were cut short. Bearheart had chosen this morning's patrol with the full expectancy of observing the older apprentices; Minkpaw, Mousepaw, and Morningpaw were all eleven moons, close to their warriors' ceremonies. The deputy wanted to see if he thought they stood any chance of passing the test of the Mangrove Maze, and if he did not deem them acceptable, he would have to have a nice chat with both the doomed apprentice and his or her mentor. One moon was enough time to make up for any mishaps in training, and Bearheart had no doubt his warriors could do it if they put in some effort. He was definetely not about to let some apprentice in his clan be known as a weak link or a failure.
The warriors, of which he had gathered four plus himself, were only to follow with caution, the apprentices being pre-tested. Otterstream would be watching Mousepaw, Speckledheart watching Minkpaw, Tawnystream Morningpaw, and Eveningpaw himself. He did not trust his own apprentice well enough yet to let her roam haphazardly by herself; she was slightly crazy, with all her feminist elitist garbage. This is why he had brought along Sireneye; he did not want her observed, merely kept up with. Bearheart himself had planned to spontaneously jump from pair to pair, hoping to obtain the information he required from today's journey.
Soon, he stood face to face with four groggy warriors, and three semi-alert apprentices. He knew without a doubt the only one missing would be Eveningpaw. Turning to his youngest sister, Bearheart spoke quietly and quickly. "Morningpaw. Run back to the den and fetch Eveningpaw, would you? I believe she needs some encouragement to get her butt on patrol duty." The dilute calico gave a cheery nod, orange eyes gleaming as she spun on her heels to retrieve the younger apprentice. Bearheart only had to wait a moment before she came bounding back out of the apprentice's den, a grouchy looking Eveingpaw in tow. "So glad you could make it!" Bearheart chimed, sarcasm dripping from his voice. The brown molly waved him off with a dismissive flick of her ear, letting the older tom know she wasn't fully awake yet.
"Right! Well then, on to business." Bearheart glanced over the members of his patrol, green irised scrutinizing from some slight detail in the ranks he might have missed. "Today isn't going to be your typical Dawn Patrol. We're going to let the apprentice's lead it, this time." Some of the warriors seemed uneasy, but too sleep ridden to argue, with this statement. The apprentices, on the other hand, perked up a bit, their intrest sparked. Bearheart grinned. "Organize amongst yourself, young ones." He gave a slight accent to the latter of his words, his humor rather dry though exceptional for the time of day. "You do whatever you think is right; today we're checking the borders with BeachCan. The rest of the warriors and I will follow along some distance behind, and correct any mistakes you might have made." The apprentice's dared not ask questions, eager to begin on such a trip as they scrawled to see who would lead and who would take up the ranks. Bearheart faintly caught bits of argument, mostly from Eveningpaw's side suggesting that she should lead the patrol because she was a female, and beyond perfect, and Minkpaw suggesting letting the older kids handle it. It seemed Mousepaw was too shy to say much if anything, and Morningpaw was trying to take everyone's side at once. Whilst the apprentices were still in conflict, Bearheart lifted his right forearm and pawed the air in the general direction of the camp entrance. "Be gone."
The small group trotted toward the swamplands eagerly, pushing and shoving to get to the front in a tight knit bundle of fur. With the apprentices out of hearing range, Bearheart turned to his warriors. "Otterstream, I need you to follow Mousepaw. Speckledheart, you get Minkpaw. They won't seperate, so you two will be spending some time together. Tawnystream... Just go wherever Morningpaw goes. You know she'll wander off. Sireneye, I need you to keep an... Err, just watch Eveningpaw. She'll go off and try to do everything by herself. I'll be jumping around between everybody. Those with the older three apprentices, I want you to watch and see how they behave when working with others, as well as any skill or talent they may favor or lack. Stick to the trees if possible, and don't let them know you're watching. I'll send another patrol later to fix the borders, so don't worry about it. We all good?" The warriors nodded their heads, murmured agreements rising into the foggy morning. Now that Bearheart's intentions were clear, the cats were put at ease. "Alright then. Let's get started."
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Post by CUNNERSTAR on Sept 2, 2013 10:05:01 GMT -5
It takes an endless amount of history...
To make even a little tradition.
-Henry James
Cunnerstar 80 MOONS · TOM · SWAMP · LEADER/Deputy · 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.
NOTE :: WOULD PREFER LEADER OVER DEPUTY
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Post by ♥ BEAU on Sept 6, 2013 21:57:18 GMT -5
The 24-hour notice is in effect. Judging for the positions shall be completed on Sunday, September 8th.
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