Morningfang

Morningfang

scream it to me

Tom
42 moons
Warrior
PineClan
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tell me of your rubies, your gold

Appearance

He's fairly muscular, just notably more so than the average PineClanner. His pelt is short and soft and a warm, pale ginger, with tabby markings just ever so slightly darker. The stripes encircle his legs and midriff, fading away into his tail. The whole pelt is covered in the small scars and nicks that every warrior bears, with a larger, more noticeable one on his left hind leg from a fairly recent battle. Morningfang's eyes are nothing out of the ordinary, just a pale yellow-green with a bit of orange outlining the pupil. His nose, which he has a habit of licking frequently, is a light, soft pink. 

your treasures, within your heart and out

Personality

When you first meet him, Morningfang will always approach expressionless. He'll take bits and pieces of you, one question at a time, storing you in his memories until he knows you like the pad of his paw. He's just that kind of cat. He aspires to be deputy, though he might be overanalyzing it all. Every move of his seems to be planned, and although he's good at concealing his expressions, his motives are often very easy to read.

The tom, though he's been attracted to a good many she-cats, finds them a hindrance overall, a side-quest on his journey that he didn't bother to fulfill. What is this journey? A journey for power isn't quite right, that's just a side effect. No, he wants to be acknowledged and understood and cared for and watched over as though he matters, and to him, gaining power seems the best way to go about doing this. If he can become leader, all cats will know of him and therefore there's a greater chance of one caring and understanding him.

Not that his friends don't care about him, but something's...missing. Maybe he knows they aren't the end goal. Maybe they really don't quite click with him. Or maybe he just doesn't yet realize that his life isn't some kit-story with a beginning, a middle, and a perfect end. Just doesn't realize that he could be only a cat in the background of another's story, the best friend of the hero, killed silently in his sleep.

On a side note, Morningfang's always loved order. Not big systems, just order in his day-to-day life. How much energy is required for the day's activities determines how much prey he takes, the moisture in the air determines how many times he will end up licking his nose (and he's ashamed to know that he does it that much).

look to the mirror, to eyes of rust,

History

Morningkit was born on a warm greenleaf day, at the belly of a queen by the name of Newtface. He had four sisters, but as the litter was so large, one was stillborn and two died shortly after birth. Of course, he never remembered them, and Newtface never thought the time was right to tell him about Brownkit, Cherrykit, and Sloekit. He only knew his sister, Heatherkit, and the fact that Newtface seemed to be extremely protective over them. His kithood was perfectly normal; Morningkit played and pounced and got into mischief with his sister. 

Eventually came the great day when the siblings were apprenticed. They were excited, as new apprentices will be, and they worked through their apprenticeship together. Morningpaw was fiercely protective of the skittish Heatherpaw, no matter how many times she was teased for her lack of skill. He knew that she was a loyal young molly, and that she was kind and caring and truthful.  If his training was first, his sister was second. And that was largely how his apprenticeship went.

At around 13 moons of age, Morningpaw and Heatherpaw were prepared to become warriors. The young tom, skilled with his claws and fangs, flew through the exam, and his sister passed without much trouble. He was named Morningfang and she was named Heatherpelt, and he was sure that everything would be great. Life went on, leaf-bare came and went for the second time in his life, and his mother died of sickness, which brought a painful, though quickly fading, sadness.

Then Heatherpaw left. She had been acting off for a long time, but now she said she felt under-appreciated in PineClan with only her brother and mother to cling to. She said that the system was bothering her, and that she was going off to take care of herself. 

"You can't go. You -- look how small you are. You can't fend for yourself."

"You of all cats say this now. You know me. I'll get by."

"What will I do without you?"

"I will get by."

And with that, she was gone. He was too stunned to even run after her. She would get by, of course, but he felt more than anything that this was his fault. He hadn't realized how awful she was feeling, and now he would never be the one to be there for her again. 

His grief was, luckily, short-lived. The problem was that Morningfang was nearly thirty moons and directionless in his life. He had no close ties anymore, no specific cats to care for and support. He briefly considered that kits might bring some hope back to him, but finding a mate was far too daunting a task. And so, he asked that he might take an apprentice, and maybe with luck he would someday become deputy. 

Sprucepaw was an enthusiastic yet underconfident young molly, and through her Morningfang realized that he wanted to be a leader. To watch over all the cats he wanted to know better, to shape the very system he was raised within. And lesson by lesson, as he trained Sprucepaw, he found himself, and found what he believes to be the path to leadership. It was one of his proudest moments to see the little molly become Sprucetail, perhaps even more so than when he received his own warrior name.

And life went on, finally.

Today he is happily training his second apprentice, Hazelpaw, with great determination. One pawstep at a time, he'll find new connections and continue toward his goal...provided he's lucky enough.

and tell me it is all but a dream



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RPer info

Name: Cobalt
First language: English
Literacy level: Very literate