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Post by [S] Icy: on Dec 6, 2012 22:44:44 GMT -5
Name: Heronstream[/size]
Age: Thirty-seven moons
Gender: Tomcat
Allegiance: Marshclan
Appearance: X
Heronstream's a pretty large cat in bulk, more so than his siblings, who seem to be half his size in comparison. Long limbs, as well as a longer body, seem to assist in his swimming techniques, making him a wonderful swimmer. Most of his fur is a smoky blue-gray shade, broken up by the bottom half of his body, which is a light, creamy white color. His eyes are a deep, wide teal coloration, alert to most of his surroundings.
Personality: A real joker, the warrior loves to have conversations with cats, especially other she-cats. He tends to be a real flirt, though it normally ends in fits of laughter, as he is never serious about having a real relationship, let alone a mate with kits. Immature as can be, he would never be the best leader for Marshclan, even if he has minimal leadership potential. If anything, he would lead the Clan with terrible intelligence, and pick fights with cats from other Clans. He is not very cruel, in all honesty; he is just made to be a warrior, and nothing else.
History: Born to a duo of warriors, named Ternfur and Raintail, he was grown up alongside a brother and sister, Bluekit and Wrenkit respectively. He was the largest of the trio, no matter what day it might have been, and he was the one that wanted all the attention from his parents. This resulted in the tom becoming a bit self-centered, though he had a pretty large heart for his siblings. The three played often, all up until they became apprentices.
Heronkit became Heronpaw, a full apprentice of Marshclan. It was a proud day for the tom, which was also the day that he and his siblings would grow apart from each other. Going on their separate ways, he was trained by a small she-cat named Acornheart, and focused on fighting more than anything. His arrogance depleted a bit, and what grew in its place was respect for the older warriors.
During his apprenticeship, Bluepaw fell ill with whitecough, which grew into greencough. Ultimately, the disease killed the tom, sending grief straight into Heronpaw's heart. He shrugged it off, though, as his warrior ceremony was about to appear on the horizon, and he needed to focus on that. He trained as much as possible, receiving his warrior name at the age of fifteen moons.
His name changed from Heronpaw to Heronstream, in honor of his determination and loyalty. It was not the best day of his life, even if he did sit vigil with his sister, now Wrentail, for the night. He realized that he needed to step up his game, and gain some respect around the Clan. Otherwise, he was probably going to get himself sick with grief. It was only after his warrior ceremony did he actually grieve for his fallen brother, and the deaths of his parents was not the best awakening, either.
As of now, with his age beginning to rise, he is showing his worth the best he can, becoming a more-seasoned warrior than his younger companions. Now, he may not have a large head, though he does think that he is pretty great at some things.
