Post by Echo on May 3, 2013 12:50:00 GMT -5
Name: Snakeheart
Age: 28 moons
Gender: male
Allegiance: GrassClan (warrior)
Appearance: Snakeheart has light brown fur with black tabby stripes. His fur is paler on his underside, making it nearly white. He has a tail that's longer than usual along with a black tail tip. He has black whiskers that are highlighted against his lighter fur, and has small black tufts of fur sticking up on the tops of his ears. He also has broad shoulders. His eyes are green.
Personality: Snakeheart is a smart, caring, determined, and loyal cat. He lives by his own set of morals, which are based around the warrior code, and tends to speak his mind. He values his kin and clan above all else. He is usually pretty happy and calm until provoked. It is unclear if he is understanding or if he tends to justify the actions of those he cares about. He enjoys watching Kestrelfoot.
History:
Kit- Snakekit was born a few moons after another litter which he had to share the nursery with: Kestrelkit, Newtkit, Lionkit, and Falconkit. He heard once that there was another kit in their litter, Rook-kit, but the tom had died shortly before Snakekit was born. Snakekit was the only kit in his litter, and with all the other kits being older than him he felt like he had to compete with them. While Kestrelkit, Newtkit, Lionkit, and Falconkit were spending their time exploring the corners of the camp and getting chased out of dens they shouldn’t have been in in the first place, Snakekit was sitting back in the sun and exploring the camp in a different way- by watching it. By simply watching the camp and how everything fits together he managed to learn all a kit confined to that camp could imagine. It was the only place he knew, the entire world, and instead of rushing around and getting into the regular kit shenanigans he would lay back, look around, and let the camp reveal itself to him. However, if any of the other kits ever invited him to play he never hesitated to jump up and run with them.
Apprentice- Snakekit had become lonely when the other kits were apprenticed, when it was his turn he felt as if it were a welcome back into the clan. Given a warrior mentor Snakepaw began to train as hard as he could to try to catch up with the other apprentices. He often liked to practice battle training with Lionpaw, who could always show Snakepaw different ways of using attacks and ways how to defend himself. Snakepaw could get along with just about any one in the clan, although he tried to avoid Kestrelpaw who had gotten into the habit of bragging about how skilled she was. It was true that she was a skilled apprentice, but Snakepaw thought she should be thanking her mentor rather than boasting about her accomplishments.
One day Snakepaw went out on a patrol along with Falconpaw and their mentors. PineClan scent was found on their territory sending them into battle. Afterward, Falconpaw was restricted to the medicine cat’s den because her wounds were deep. Snakepaw had a deep scratch on his shoulder that made him unable to train for some time, although he was still allowed to leave camp. He did plenty of apprentice chores while healing, but enjoyed simply taking walks through the clan’s territory.
One evening he was out taking a walk and heard the paw steps of a running cat. Curious about who it was and what they were doing Snakepaw fallowed the sound to a clearing where he found Kestrelpaw. The swift molly was chasing butterflies. Snakepaw continued to watch as her tortoiseshell pelt shimmered under the sun’s light, her green eyes flashing with excitement as she leapt. Her slender shape and long limbs providing her harmony in her battle with the butterflies. While he hadn’t particularly liked Kestrelpaw before then, the sight of watching her seemed to cover him in a calm peace. For once he wasn’t thinking of training. Worrying about learning new attacks to protect the clan from invaders, foxes, badgers. Trying to catch as much prey as possible to make sure every single mouth in the clan was fed before sun down. Doing the assigned chores without complaining in order to have a greater chance of getting picked to go to the gatherings. Everything he had ever worried about seemed to vanish watching Kestrelpaw.
Not long after, Falconpaw died of infected wounds. That night as he went into the apprentice den he hesitated to look where Lionpaw, Newtpaw, and Kestrelpaw were sitting vigil with their sister and wanted to join them. He wanted to sit next to Kestrelpaw and murmur soft words to sooth her through her loss. He didn’t. He turned into the den and went to sleep as most nights since he had been apprenticed- expecting to wake up early the next morning for training. His shoulder had healed, his warrior ceremony was nearing, and the other apprentices remained in the clearing with their littermate who had joined a clan of stars. For the first time in a long time he felt lonely, the difference was that this time he didn’t wish to be accepted by the clan, but wanted to be accepted by a single clan member. Kestrelpaw.
After the death of Falconpaw, Snakepaw noticed how Kestrelpaw had started to distance herself from her siblings. Snakepaw’s new attachment to Kestrelpaw and cautious nature pulled him away from Lionpaw and Newtpaw while keeping him at the same distance from Kestrelpaw. A warrior ceremony came, changing Kestrelpaw, Lionpaw, and Newtpaw into Kestrelfoot, Lionclaw, and Newtflower. Snakepaw chanted the new names at the top of his lungs that day, his voice blending into the chorus of the clan. While he was glad for them all, he was disappointed at being left alone in the den once again.
He continued his training. Practicing each battle move to his idea of perfection until it was art. Tracking and pinning every piece of prey wondering if Kestrelfoot would be the one to choose it. Double checking when he did his chores to make sure no one complained and brought up his name in a negative way. For the first time he wanted to be noticed. Not by the clan, but by Kestrelfoot.
Warrior- Then came the day of his warrior ceremony. The entire camp seemed to cover itself in silence as the leader spoke. Nervousness rustled softly in Snakepaw’s chest as his breathing came in sync with the clan. He was absorbed into their ways and named Snakeheart for his determination to stick to what he believes to be right and protect his clan. While being congratulated he noticed Kestrelfoot come his way. Everyone else blended into a smudge for a moment as Kestrelfoot attempted to ask him something, but became flustered and padded away. Curiosity about what Kestrelfoot had wanted numbed the rest of the congratulations given to him. When the clan had resumed its normal activity Snakeheart looked for Kestrelfoot but couldn’t find her. Perhaps she had been looking for him as well, or thinking over what had happened to find the perfect words.
Later that day, just as Snakeheart was preparing for his silent vigil, Kestrelfoot found him and explained what had happened earlier. To Snakeheart’s surprise, he understood. The two began to spend more time together after that, eventually becoming mates.
After spending many moons with her, Snakeheart had began to notice changes in her- come to find out she was carrying kits. The other queens helped her with expertise Snakeheart didn’t have while Kestrelfoot told them of her accomplishments. This annoyed the queens, but Snakeheart had grown too fond of Kestrelfoot to see fault in it anymore.
The kitting was a quick and easy one, to Snakeheart’s relief. Into the world came Fallowkit, a light brown molly who looked a bit like Snakeheart, and Jaykit, a gray-brown tom. Snakeheart was aware that Kestrelfoot had grown protective over not only their kits, but of him as well. He was fine with it as he was a bit protective over her as well, along with the rest of the clan. Fallowkit was small, making Kestrelfoot especially protective over her. Fallowkit eventually convinced Kestrelfoot that she would be okay on her own. Kestrelfoot loved to tell the kits stories, usually over exaggerating them to make them more interesting. Snakeheart was proud when they became apprentices. He knew the two would go through many hardships, but all the experiences would help them in the end and shape who they are and become.
Eventually another leaf-bear came. This one was unlike any leaf-bare Snakeheart had seen before. It was colder, carried less prey, and seemed longer. Every snowflake gave a promise of hunger and chill. Snakeheart began to worry, his free time usually taken hunting for the clan as he checked every paw step at their borders to make sure strange cats stayed out. Kestrelfoot seemed to be worrying as well, sometimes bringing back herbs when she searched for prey. Some of the cats in the clan died due to hunger or sickness, making Snakeheart even more protective of his clan. Whatever friendships he had with cats from other clans were broken as his loyalty to his own clan strengthened. Now with winter ending Snakeheart is looking forward to seeing his clan thrive again. On the edge of new-leaf he waits excitedly for the butterflies to return.
Check 1: [ x ] leah
Check 2: [ x ] [smear:191970]Cobalt[/smear:6495ED:1]
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RPer info
Name: echo
First Language: English
Literacy level: literate
Age: 28 moons
Gender: male
Allegiance: GrassClan (warrior)
Appearance: Snakeheart has light brown fur with black tabby stripes. His fur is paler on his underside, making it nearly white. He has a tail that's longer than usual along with a black tail tip. He has black whiskers that are highlighted against his lighter fur, and has small black tufts of fur sticking up on the tops of his ears. He also has broad shoulders. His eyes are green.
Personality: Snakeheart is a smart, caring, determined, and loyal cat. He lives by his own set of morals, which are based around the warrior code, and tends to speak his mind. He values his kin and clan above all else. He is usually pretty happy and calm until provoked. It is unclear if he is understanding or if he tends to justify the actions of those he cares about. He enjoys watching Kestrelfoot.
History:
Kit- Snakekit was born a few moons after another litter which he had to share the nursery with: Kestrelkit, Newtkit, Lionkit, and Falconkit. He heard once that there was another kit in their litter, Rook-kit, but the tom had died shortly before Snakekit was born. Snakekit was the only kit in his litter, and with all the other kits being older than him he felt like he had to compete with them. While Kestrelkit, Newtkit, Lionkit, and Falconkit were spending their time exploring the corners of the camp and getting chased out of dens they shouldn’t have been in in the first place, Snakekit was sitting back in the sun and exploring the camp in a different way- by watching it. By simply watching the camp and how everything fits together he managed to learn all a kit confined to that camp could imagine. It was the only place he knew, the entire world, and instead of rushing around and getting into the regular kit shenanigans he would lay back, look around, and let the camp reveal itself to him. However, if any of the other kits ever invited him to play he never hesitated to jump up and run with them.
Apprentice- Snakekit had become lonely when the other kits were apprenticed, when it was his turn he felt as if it were a welcome back into the clan. Given a warrior mentor Snakepaw began to train as hard as he could to try to catch up with the other apprentices. He often liked to practice battle training with Lionpaw, who could always show Snakepaw different ways of using attacks and ways how to defend himself. Snakepaw could get along with just about any one in the clan, although he tried to avoid Kestrelpaw who had gotten into the habit of bragging about how skilled she was. It was true that she was a skilled apprentice, but Snakepaw thought she should be thanking her mentor rather than boasting about her accomplishments.
One day Snakepaw went out on a patrol along with Falconpaw and their mentors. PineClan scent was found on their territory sending them into battle. Afterward, Falconpaw was restricted to the medicine cat’s den because her wounds were deep. Snakepaw had a deep scratch on his shoulder that made him unable to train for some time, although he was still allowed to leave camp. He did plenty of apprentice chores while healing, but enjoyed simply taking walks through the clan’s territory.
One evening he was out taking a walk and heard the paw steps of a running cat. Curious about who it was and what they were doing Snakepaw fallowed the sound to a clearing where he found Kestrelpaw. The swift molly was chasing butterflies. Snakepaw continued to watch as her tortoiseshell pelt shimmered under the sun’s light, her green eyes flashing with excitement as she leapt. Her slender shape and long limbs providing her harmony in her battle with the butterflies. While he hadn’t particularly liked Kestrelpaw before then, the sight of watching her seemed to cover him in a calm peace. For once he wasn’t thinking of training. Worrying about learning new attacks to protect the clan from invaders, foxes, badgers. Trying to catch as much prey as possible to make sure every single mouth in the clan was fed before sun down. Doing the assigned chores without complaining in order to have a greater chance of getting picked to go to the gatherings. Everything he had ever worried about seemed to vanish watching Kestrelpaw.
Not long after, Falconpaw died of infected wounds. That night as he went into the apprentice den he hesitated to look where Lionpaw, Newtpaw, and Kestrelpaw were sitting vigil with their sister and wanted to join them. He wanted to sit next to Kestrelpaw and murmur soft words to sooth her through her loss. He didn’t. He turned into the den and went to sleep as most nights since he had been apprenticed- expecting to wake up early the next morning for training. His shoulder had healed, his warrior ceremony was nearing, and the other apprentices remained in the clearing with their littermate who had joined a clan of stars. For the first time in a long time he felt lonely, the difference was that this time he didn’t wish to be accepted by the clan, but wanted to be accepted by a single clan member. Kestrelpaw.
After the death of Falconpaw, Snakepaw noticed how Kestrelpaw had started to distance herself from her siblings. Snakepaw’s new attachment to Kestrelpaw and cautious nature pulled him away from Lionpaw and Newtpaw while keeping him at the same distance from Kestrelpaw. A warrior ceremony came, changing Kestrelpaw, Lionpaw, and Newtpaw into Kestrelfoot, Lionclaw, and Newtflower. Snakepaw chanted the new names at the top of his lungs that day, his voice blending into the chorus of the clan. While he was glad for them all, he was disappointed at being left alone in the den once again.
He continued his training. Practicing each battle move to his idea of perfection until it was art. Tracking and pinning every piece of prey wondering if Kestrelfoot would be the one to choose it. Double checking when he did his chores to make sure no one complained and brought up his name in a negative way. For the first time he wanted to be noticed. Not by the clan, but by Kestrelfoot.
Warrior- Then came the day of his warrior ceremony. The entire camp seemed to cover itself in silence as the leader spoke. Nervousness rustled softly in Snakepaw’s chest as his breathing came in sync with the clan. He was absorbed into their ways and named Snakeheart for his determination to stick to what he believes to be right and protect his clan. While being congratulated he noticed Kestrelfoot come his way. Everyone else blended into a smudge for a moment as Kestrelfoot attempted to ask him something, but became flustered and padded away. Curiosity about what Kestrelfoot had wanted numbed the rest of the congratulations given to him. When the clan had resumed its normal activity Snakeheart looked for Kestrelfoot but couldn’t find her. Perhaps she had been looking for him as well, or thinking over what had happened to find the perfect words.
Later that day, just as Snakeheart was preparing for his silent vigil, Kestrelfoot found him and explained what had happened earlier. To Snakeheart’s surprise, he understood. The two began to spend more time together after that, eventually becoming mates.
After spending many moons with her, Snakeheart had began to notice changes in her- come to find out she was carrying kits. The other queens helped her with expertise Snakeheart didn’t have while Kestrelfoot told them of her accomplishments. This annoyed the queens, but Snakeheart had grown too fond of Kestrelfoot to see fault in it anymore.
The kitting was a quick and easy one, to Snakeheart’s relief. Into the world came Fallowkit, a light brown molly who looked a bit like Snakeheart, and Jaykit, a gray-brown tom. Snakeheart was aware that Kestrelfoot had grown protective over not only their kits, but of him as well. He was fine with it as he was a bit protective over her as well, along with the rest of the clan. Fallowkit was small, making Kestrelfoot especially protective over her. Fallowkit eventually convinced Kestrelfoot that she would be okay on her own. Kestrelfoot loved to tell the kits stories, usually over exaggerating them to make them more interesting. Snakeheart was proud when they became apprentices. He knew the two would go through many hardships, but all the experiences would help them in the end and shape who they are and become.
Eventually another leaf-bear came. This one was unlike any leaf-bare Snakeheart had seen before. It was colder, carried less prey, and seemed longer. Every snowflake gave a promise of hunger and chill. Snakeheart began to worry, his free time usually taken hunting for the clan as he checked every paw step at their borders to make sure strange cats stayed out. Kestrelfoot seemed to be worrying as well, sometimes bringing back herbs when she searched for prey. Some of the cats in the clan died due to hunger or sickness, making Snakeheart even more protective of his clan. Whatever friendships he had with cats from other clans were broken as his loyalty to his own clan strengthened. Now with winter ending Snakeheart is looking forward to seeing his clan thrive again. On the edge of new-leaf he waits excitedly for the butterflies to return.
Check 1: [ x ] leah
Check 2: [ x ] [smear:191970]Cobalt[/smear:6495ED:1]
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RPer info
Name: echo
First Language: English
Literacy level: literate
