Post by kenya on Dec 12, 2012 16:31:52 GMT -5
Name: Waspkit Wasppaw Waspfang Waspstar
Age (in moons): 33 Moons old
Gender: Tom
Allegiance: Grassclan
Appearance:
Waspstar is a fairly large lanky tom. He is skilled in battle not for his strength, but for his ability to use his long legs and thin body to out match any cat. Waspstar's pelt is a golden brown. The outline if his eyes and mouth are a mostly honey colored gold where as the bridge of his nose is brown, bordering gray. Whiskers to throat is a soft white, and the only part of him that is so. The rest is varying shades of that golden-brown pelt. His body is etched in dark nearly black tabby stripes. They cut across his back, down his legs, tail and his forehead making a classic "M". One lone strip horizontally goes across his chest. just below that white patch. Waspstar's right ear has a small nick from his very first fight with claws unsheathed. The rest of his pelt down to his long winding tail has various scars from previous battles. Some covered by his pelt, some open to the world. Waspstar's wide eyes are an emerald green, which stand out against his golden-brown tabby pelt.
Waspstar Reference
Personality:
Waspstar is a very thoughtful cat. He is kind to his clan, and thanks to the time he spent with his brother, a very kind cat behind those sharp claws. His moons as leader shaped him into the authority figure that he had shown talent for in his warrior days. One of Waspstar's greatest traits as well as one of his greatest weaknesses is his desire to protect cats who are weaker then others. This feeling stems from the brother he lost many moons ago as an apprentice, and who gave him his final life as leader. Protection. This causes him to allow extra attention to new apprentices and kits of the clan. Sometimes this causes him to neglect the warriors, but how he sees it, they can take care of themselves while he is occupied. Waspstar especially loves apprentice and warrior ceremonies, when young kits and apprentices take their paws on the path of Starclan. This cat isn't all kindness though. In battle he shows why his warrior name had been Waspfang. He is a naturally skilled fighter, and sees only the enemy at his paws during a fight. His most talented and known move is the half-turn belly rake. A move he is proud to say he perfected as an apprentice and one of the first he challenges young cats to. Waspfang never really took notice of any she-cats, whether they had noticed him first or not. He would never know quite how to act around kits who were to young to train. They were valuable to the clan, and he took interest in keeping them safe and well, but his own he couldn't imagine.
History:
Waspkit
Waspkit was born in leaf-bare. His life started cold and icy as leaf-bares often are. He was a healthy kit though, not large, but not tiny either. His brother however was a sickly kit. His brother and himself looked very much a like when only comparing pelts, though not cat thought he would survive. Upon opening his baby blue eyes, Waspkit found that the world was huge, even if that was just the nursery. Within a moon he was able to leave the nursery for the first time, though it was a struggle on such tiny legs. By the time him and his brother were able to run and play on there own the worst of leaf-bare had struck, and the world was theirs for the taking. In these early moons is where Waspkit started to develop as a very protective cat. This stemmed from his brother, alive, but weak and small. His defense of his brother got him into many scuffles as a kit with the others. His first injury, a torn ear, came of this. Although now it's mostly grown over, there is still a slight healed rip from his kithood. At 6 moons old, he was ready for his apprenticeship! Wasppaw! His brother had to wait for another moon and a half before he joined him though.
Wasppaw
Wasppaw's apprenticeship is what made him into the cat he is now. His first moon was as normal apprenticeships go. He learned the territory. Every rock and blade of grass had its place. Wasppaw fit in well with the other apprentices. He was growing into a talented tom cat, even in just the short time away from the nursery. His brother is what changed that. The apprentices teased him for being weak, and Wasppaw caught them taking turns to attack him when their mentors had their heads turned. Wasppaw was the first and only cat to step to his brothers defense. The first fight with unsheathed claws he had ever participated in left the other apprentice with a scar across her flank. To this day she still shows it. Wasppaw seldom left his brothers side and fought many more apprentices that had been his friends only moons ago. His leader, of course, punished him for his behavior and fighting with extra duties and such. Wasppaw found it wasn't fair. He wasn't stronger than them, but more skilled He also had a reason to fight. After several moons of training, the other apprentices only received bitterness from him. The warmth was saved for his brother. The moons had also revealed a fully grown young cat. A scar parted this fur here or there, but he was still a whole cat, long legs and whiskers. Pointed ears. And a knack at fighting. His favorite move, which Wasppaw had practiced until it was perfected was half-turn belly rake. His apprenticeship was almost at its end, and leaf-bare was here again. His last leaf-bare was his new life as a cat of Grassclan. His second, tragedy. His weak and small brother was the first to catch whitecough among many others. He was also the first one to be diagnosed with Greencough. All cats were moved from the camp so no one else would get sick, and Wasppaw went with them. During his brothers last night, he asked Wasppaw to be a warrior twice as strong for the both of them. Wasppaw promised.
Waspfang
Waspppaw recieved his warrior name a half moon later, under the clear skies of Silverpelt. Waspfang. Even as warrior, he never rekindled that close friendship he had once had with those apprentices, but he was never unkind to them. When Waspfang was 18 moons of age, he received his first apprentice. Waspfang and the young she-cat ended up often butting heads, but if he had one skill other than his quick claws, it was mentoring. Often times the little cat reminded him of the bullies his brother had, but he tried not to judge her for the bullying of a sick cat she had never known. The she-cat grew up very fine indeed, and was a skilled -claw or -fang herself even if it didn't end up as her warrior name. Over time he did make valuable friends within in the clan. He was a popular sparring partner to say the least, and not a bad cat to hunt with, although sometimes he misses. Especially when it comes to those grassland birds. His life as a warrior wasn't always honeysuckles and roses. There came a time when his clan entered battle with another clan. More than once actually. Whether it be for territory. Food. Water. or even half-clan kits. There will always be a reason to fight. Waspfang found he was good at battle. He may not know how to act around kits he couldn't train. Or how to tell one herb from another, but if he was good at anything, it was thinking on his feet. A quick claw here, and belly rake there. In the heat of battle, he gained more scars. Lost more blood. Not that he could be stopped. He was not ruthless, not evil. But he promised his brother he'd be twice as strong for them both. Twice as fast. Twice as intelligent. He saved many cats in his moons as a warrior, and eventually as a deputy. His weakness may be weaker cats, kits, and apprentices, but his leader saw him to be a leader himself. Waspfang was deputy. His deputy-ship had its errors. One cat since he had been an apprentice himself didn't seem to care for him. That one gave him a long run. He was often mocked like a kit. Called Waspkit, Bugfang. and other ridiculousness. After his moons of his the tom was killed off by a fox he though he could take alone. Even in death, the twisted face of that cat still haunts Waspstar is his nightmares.
Waspstar
Every sun has to set, and every leaders life has to end. Waspfang sat by his leader as his dying breath came, his last life lost to an infection that came from the bite of prey. Waspfang then took the medicine cat, and made his journey to receive his nine lives from Starclan. His fur was ruffled, and even without food he was nervous. The sensation pricked at his paws, for he was seldom facing something that couldn't be seen. Almost never. Would Starclan accept him? A cat who did not mourn for that lost clan member so many moons ago? The stones of mooncave glowed around him, and soon there were cats to. Some he know, most he didn't. Stars dusted their pelts, and they all spoke as one. "Welcome Waspfang." Nine lives came to him. His mother. The life of love. The mos painful. The past medicine cat. The life of compassion. His last leader. The life of selflessness. His mentor, who taught him everything, the life of trust. His father, a cat he never grew to know well, the life of Humor. An apprentice he knew from long ago, lost in battle. The life of mentoring. He gasped. A close friend he had known once. A cat who he thought he would never see again. The life of loyalty. The eighth cat stepped up. A beautiful Queen he could recall only faintly. She had died in childbirth, her third litter. Without her speaking, somehow he knew she had raised his own mother. Who had raised him. She gave him the life of patience. No cat stepped forward. Who would be his ninth? Waspfang looked around eagerly and almost missed the familiar pelt he had known from so long ago. His brother stepped forward, no longer small or sick. The tom looked youthful and strong. "I give you the life of Protection. Use it well in defense of cats weaker then yourself." His final life. Together in their own voices, but still the same the cats of starclan welcomed him. Waspstar. He was Waspstar.
Check 1: [ x ] Mistystar
Check 2: [ x ] Cobalt
RPer information
Name: Kenya
First language: English
Literacy level: semi-lit
Age (in moons): 33 Moons old
Gender: Tom
Allegiance: Grassclan
Appearance:
Waspstar is a fairly large lanky tom. He is skilled in battle not for his strength, but for his ability to use his long legs and thin body to out match any cat. Waspstar's pelt is a golden brown. The outline if his eyes and mouth are a mostly honey colored gold where as the bridge of his nose is brown, bordering gray. Whiskers to throat is a soft white, and the only part of him that is so. The rest is varying shades of that golden-brown pelt. His body is etched in dark nearly black tabby stripes. They cut across his back, down his legs, tail and his forehead making a classic "M". One lone strip horizontally goes across his chest. just below that white patch. Waspstar's right ear has a small nick from his very first fight with claws unsheathed. The rest of his pelt down to his long winding tail has various scars from previous battles. Some covered by his pelt, some open to the world. Waspstar's wide eyes are an emerald green, which stand out against his golden-brown tabby pelt.
Waspstar Reference
Personality:
Waspstar is a very thoughtful cat. He is kind to his clan, and thanks to the time he spent with his brother, a very kind cat behind those sharp claws. His moons as leader shaped him into the authority figure that he had shown talent for in his warrior days. One of Waspstar's greatest traits as well as one of his greatest weaknesses is his desire to protect cats who are weaker then others. This feeling stems from the brother he lost many moons ago as an apprentice, and who gave him his final life as leader. Protection. This causes him to allow extra attention to new apprentices and kits of the clan. Sometimes this causes him to neglect the warriors, but how he sees it, they can take care of themselves while he is occupied. Waspstar especially loves apprentice and warrior ceremonies, when young kits and apprentices take their paws on the path of Starclan. This cat isn't all kindness though. In battle he shows why his warrior name had been Waspfang. He is a naturally skilled fighter, and sees only the enemy at his paws during a fight. His most talented and known move is the half-turn belly rake. A move he is proud to say he perfected as an apprentice and one of the first he challenges young cats to. Waspfang never really took notice of any she-cats, whether they had noticed him first or not. He would never know quite how to act around kits who were to young to train. They were valuable to the clan, and he took interest in keeping them safe and well, but his own he couldn't imagine.
History:
Waspkit
Waspkit was born in leaf-bare. His life started cold and icy as leaf-bares often are. He was a healthy kit though, not large, but not tiny either. His brother however was a sickly kit. His brother and himself looked very much a like when only comparing pelts, though not cat thought he would survive. Upon opening his baby blue eyes, Waspkit found that the world was huge, even if that was just the nursery. Within a moon he was able to leave the nursery for the first time, though it was a struggle on such tiny legs. By the time him and his brother were able to run and play on there own the worst of leaf-bare had struck, and the world was theirs for the taking. In these early moons is where Waspkit started to develop as a very protective cat. This stemmed from his brother, alive, but weak and small. His defense of his brother got him into many scuffles as a kit with the others. His first injury, a torn ear, came of this. Although now it's mostly grown over, there is still a slight healed rip from his kithood. At 6 moons old, he was ready for his apprenticeship! Wasppaw! His brother had to wait for another moon and a half before he joined him though.
Wasppaw
Wasppaw's apprenticeship is what made him into the cat he is now. His first moon was as normal apprenticeships go. He learned the territory. Every rock and blade of grass had its place. Wasppaw fit in well with the other apprentices. He was growing into a talented tom cat, even in just the short time away from the nursery. His brother is what changed that. The apprentices teased him for being weak, and Wasppaw caught them taking turns to attack him when their mentors had their heads turned. Wasppaw was the first and only cat to step to his brothers defense. The first fight with unsheathed claws he had ever participated in left the other apprentice with a scar across her flank. To this day she still shows it. Wasppaw seldom left his brothers side and fought many more apprentices that had been his friends only moons ago. His leader, of course, punished him for his behavior and fighting with extra duties and such. Wasppaw found it wasn't fair. He wasn't stronger than them, but more skilled He also had a reason to fight. After several moons of training, the other apprentices only received bitterness from him. The warmth was saved for his brother. The moons had also revealed a fully grown young cat. A scar parted this fur here or there, but he was still a whole cat, long legs and whiskers. Pointed ears. And a knack at fighting. His favorite move, which Wasppaw had practiced until it was perfected was half-turn belly rake. His apprenticeship was almost at its end, and leaf-bare was here again. His last leaf-bare was his new life as a cat of Grassclan. His second, tragedy. His weak and small brother was the first to catch whitecough among many others. He was also the first one to be diagnosed with Greencough. All cats were moved from the camp so no one else would get sick, and Wasppaw went with them. During his brothers last night, he asked Wasppaw to be a warrior twice as strong for the both of them. Wasppaw promised.
Waspfang
Waspppaw recieved his warrior name a half moon later, under the clear skies of Silverpelt. Waspfang. Even as warrior, he never rekindled that close friendship he had once had with those apprentices, but he was never unkind to them. When Waspfang was 18 moons of age, he received his first apprentice. Waspfang and the young she-cat ended up often butting heads, but if he had one skill other than his quick claws, it was mentoring. Often times the little cat reminded him of the bullies his brother had, but he tried not to judge her for the bullying of a sick cat she had never known. The she-cat grew up very fine indeed, and was a skilled -claw or -fang herself even if it didn't end up as her warrior name. Over time he did make valuable friends within in the clan. He was a popular sparring partner to say the least, and not a bad cat to hunt with, although sometimes he misses. Especially when it comes to those grassland birds. His life as a warrior wasn't always honeysuckles and roses. There came a time when his clan entered battle with another clan. More than once actually. Whether it be for territory. Food. Water. or even half-clan kits. There will always be a reason to fight. Waspfang found he was good at battle. He may not know how to act around kits he couldn't train. Or how to tell one herb from another, but if he was good at anything, it was thinking on his feet. A quick claw here, and belly rake there. In the heat of battle, he gained more scars. Lost more blood. Not that he could be stopped. He was not ruthless, not evil. But he promised his brother he'd be twice as strong for them both. Twice as fast. Twice as intelligent. He saved many cats in his moons as a warrior, and eventually as a deputy. His weakness may be weaker cats, kits, and apprentices, but his leader saw him to be a leader himself. Waspfang was deputy. His deputy-ship had its errors. One cat since he had been an apprentice himself didn't seem to care for him. That one gave him a long run. He was often mocked like a kit. Called Waspkit, Bugfang. and other ridiculousness. After his moons of his the tom was killed off by a fox he though he could take alone. Even in death, the twisted face of that cat still haunts Waspstar is his nightmares.
Waspstar
Every sun has to set, and every leaders life has to end. Waspfang sat by his leader as his dying breath came, his last life lost to an infection that came from the bite of prey. Waspfang then took the medicine cat, and made his journey to receive his nine lives from Starclan. His fur was ruffled, and even without food he was nervous. The sensation pricked at his paws, for he was seldom facing something that couldn't be seen. Almost never. Would Starclan accept him? A cat who did not mourn for that lost clan member so many moons ago? The stones of mooncave glowed around him, and soon there were cats to. Some he know, most he didn't. Stars dusted their pelts, and they all spoke as one. "Welcome Waspfang." Nine lives came to him. His mother. The life of love. The mos painful. The past medicine cat. The life of compassion. His last leader. The life of selflessness. His mentor, who taught him everything, the life of trust. His father, a cat he never grew to know well, the life of Humor. An apprentice he knew from long ago, lost in battle. The life of mentoring. He gasped. A close friend he had known once. A cat who he thought he would never see again. The life of loyalty. The eighth cat stepped up. A beautiful Queen he could recall only faintly. She had died in childbirth, her third litter. Without her speaking, somehow he knew she had raised his own mother. Who had raised him. She gave him the life of patience. No cat stepped forward. Who would be his ninth? Waspfang looked around eagerly and almost missed the familiar pelt he had known from so long ago. His brother stepped forward, no longer small or sick. The tom looked youthful and strong. "I give you the life of Protection. Use it well in defense of cats weaker then yourself." His final life. Together in their own voices, but still the same the cats of starclan welcomed him. Waspstar. He was Waspstar.
Check 1: [ x ] Mistystar
Check 2: [ x ] Cobalt
RPer information
Name: Kenya
First language: English
Literacy level: semi-lit
