Post by walkerm on Nov 2, 2010 22:18:06 GMT -5
GENERAL
Name: Thunderstar/storm/paw/kit
Explanation: He was born a brilliant red, a direct and dramatic contrast to his darker siblings. His mother had thought to give the kits 'sky' names, and of the few that she had picked out, she felt that
Gender: Tom
Age: 38 moons
Clan: BrushClan
Rank: Leader
APPEARANCE
Build: lithe and muscular
Fur: deep, solid ginger
Eyes: bright green
Markings: stripes
Overall: Being a tom cat, Thunderstar is, as tom cats generally are, quite large. Really, he is. His build, while not bulky, is there. He's just one lump of hardened muscle, having spent his youth as a warrior and having never really gotten out of the habit of training.
His limbs, however, are actually quite graceful; his legs in particular are long and far-reaching, enabling him to move at a fairly fast, ground-eating pace. His tail is somewhat short, but he's totally okay with that - less to be grabbed, should it come to a fight.
As far as his face goes, Thunderstar has a somewhat delicate structure, which is at odds with his gruff demeanor. His nose is ginger-pink, and his whiskers are long and orange; his ears are trim and neatly put together, giving him a somewhat 'proper' look.
Pelt-wise, Thunderstar is a vibrant ginger mackeral tabby, his body solid ginger with faint, slightly darker ginger tabby markings on his body. His fur is short and bristly, though in winter it grows out a bit and can actually fluff out a little.
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits: Compassionate ;; Determined ;; Loyal ;; Strong ;; Decisive ;; Active ;; Self-less
Negative Traits: Demanding ;; Ambitious ;; Ineloquent ;; Greedy
Likes: prey in his belly ;; sharing tongues with clan mates ;; going on a hunt with clan mates ;; going on a patrol with clan mates ;; curling up in his den after a long day ;; talking with his closer clan mates ;; hunting at night ;; visiting the elders ;; playing with kits ;; naming apprentices ;; thinking up warrior names for said apprentices
Dislikes: Fighting ;; clan mates being sick or injured ;; being verbally attacked ;; lack of prey in the camp
Fears: Losing his clan in battle ;; An all-out war ;; not being able to provide for his clan
Ideals: Honesty ;; Loyalty ;; Fairness
Other: He's an ambititious one, that Thunderstar is. Ever since he was a kit, he's been wanting more and more, to be better than he is. As such, he has a tendency to push himself constantly, his quest to improve never ending. He's also a habit of pushing others, usually beyond where they want to go. It's not out of hate or anything like that, however; in his way, it's showing that he cares enough about the cats to want to help them improve.
Thunderstar is also a believer of strong bonds between his fellow clanmates. Never will you not see him sharing tongues at the mid-day rest, and he speaks with every one of his clan members daily, if only to say hello and remark on the weather. Growing among his fellow cats and watching them grow has instilled a fierce sense of loyalty and protection toward them all. He wouled lay his life on the line if it would keep the cats of his clan safe, and would gladly sacrifice his own needs for those of others. Frequently he doesn't eat if there isn't enough to feed all: instead, he ends up heading out to see what he can find himself, often dragging along one or two other clanmates as well.
As the above can tell you, yes, Thunderstar cares about his clan. He's a loyal cat, and though he sometimes viewed his leader with envy, he'd have died for the tom. For that matter, he'd die for his clan. He's not particularily keen on the thought of dying, at least not before he's had a chance to give all he can to his clan, but it doesn't bother him. Being a warrior, it's an accepted fact that you might die before your time. And that's what medicine cats are for, anyways.
When Thunderstar was first born, all he wanted to do was get his warrior name and fight along side with all the greats: Firelily, Fernflower, Snowfeather, Beechfur. He wanted to serve his clan and be the best he could, even become the strongest warrior of the whole four clans if he had to. From an early age, this was a key componant to his character, and it was constantly drving him to go, go, go, and succeed. Tenacious determination coupled with this steadfast dream made for a very willful and pro-active tom, and even today, though his venues are tempered with wisdoms gained from moons, he is still very much a believer of doing.
The one place Thunderstar never wishes to take his clanmates is into a battle. A battle where they fight, where they get hurt, maimed, crippled, killed. Where their lives could change in a second, where he can't do anything to protect them. Granted, they're grown warriors in charge of their own lives, but the urge to protect and guide his clan the best he can leaves Thunderstar despising conflict between clans. As such, Thunderstar is usually seen as the goody-two-shoes of the deputies - for all that he's ambitious - always striving to negotiate peace or at least truces. Violence is not the answer, at least not in his view. It's really too bad that all the cats of the clans can't see it his way, either.
HISTORY
Family: sire - Darkthorn - elder
dam - Robinflight - elder
brother - Cloudstep - warrior
sister - Windwhisker - warrior
History: Robinflight and Darkthorn's coming together was purely for the sake of procreation; neither were mates with each other (and neither had a mate), and when they parted ways, they parted. The three kits were born not long after the two mated, and the three were named after things of the 'sky.' The kits grew up, got apprenticed, learned the things they needed to learn as warriors. At the beginning of their apprenticeship, the old medicine cat stepped down to retire, and his apprentice, Nighteyes, became the new medicine cat of Brushclan. When he was twelve moons, Brushclan attacked Grassclan at the behest of Nighteyes, and Thunderpaw was among those in the battle. They lost, but for his 'courage and ferocity in the face of adversity,' old,leader felt him ready, and he became a became warrior in his own right. Several moons later, Thunderstorm, as he was named, gained an apprentice by the name of Littlepaw. It was about this time, when Thunderstorm was fifteen moons old, that the treachery of Nighteyes became known, and the traitor medicine cat was cast out of the clan, leaving his apprentice hanging. The old medicine cat came out of retirement to train the poor thing. Despite all the drama, Littlepaw and Thunderstorm trained together for several moons, and then the apprentice became known as Littlestep. The old leader died and the deputy took his place as leader of the clan. Thunderstorm was named deputy in his stead. Thunderstorm was given another apprentice, Yellowpaw, who later earned his warrior name of Yellowstorm. The leader retired of old age, and Thunderstorm succeeded him and became known as Thunderstar. About three moons ago, Thunderstar and his clan mates discovered several new fox burrows in their territory. So far, they haven't seen any fox, and the scents they have smelled have been rather stale; the animal/s seen to be avoiding the clan cats, and so far, the clan has let them be. It's only a matter of time before the two species clash, however...
^ Still the most half-butted and cliche'd history that I've ever done xD
RP SAMPLE
Breezefeather answered Gingerpelt's angry accusations with chilling calm and composition. "Jealous, Gingerpelt? The she-cat uttered a bitter chuckle. Who in their right mind would want to be a leader, much less a deputy. When things went wrong, it was your fault. Obviously power has gone straight to your head and addled what wits you had. We're the strongest clan in the forest, if you haven't forgotten already, oh revered deputy." She tactfully avoided attacking Dawnstar's authority, though she had her deep and dark and quite private thoughts about that particular subject.
"Wisdom, I've always thought, is over-rated," the dark warrior meowed to her clan's deputy. "Though, I dare say that it's something you'll have to wait a season or five to touch upon," she added loftily. It was nasty, playing word games with the inept, but it gave the she-cat a sick and perverse sort of pleasure to watch them think and squirm and bluff and bluster. "Since you asked so graciously, however, I'll give you two good reasons; aren't I generous? One - he's a kittypet, he's an outsider, and he's not of us. Two - do you really want to be like Thunderclan. They're so full of kittypet blood, and now look at them!" This was, of course, referring to their inferiority. They were weak, they couldn't swim, they couldn't catch fish, and they relied on the forest of protection. And they were one of the smallest clans in the forest.
Then Dawnstar shot out her own tirade. And when the leader, for all her faults and mistakes and lack of experiance, spoke, the clan had but to listen. Which meant that the scathing comeback Breezefeather was going to shoot in the leader's direction was instantly repressed. Still, she couldn't resist muttering one last parting shot under her breath. "I only see one traitor here."
Instead, Breezefeather kept her entire body trained on the deputy. She had a proverbial bone to pick with that particular cat, and by golly that was what she was going to do. In fact, she followed Gingerpelt all the way to the nursery, her sleek black body a fearsome shadow to the warrior it trailed after. And the warrior was just in time to hear what the deputy had to say to little kits. And that, like many things, ruffled at her fur and made her irate.
"Oh, so you're the one that's deciding who the mentors are, now. Didn't know Dawnstar had died so soon and made you leader already," the warrior sneered. This was what she was talking about. Cats like Gingerpelt, who undermined the authority of the clan leader (ha, ha, hypocrite) and undermined the health of the clan were scum. Gingerppelt, who wanted to bring in an outsider. Phaugh! If the kittypet joined the clan, it would undermine the health of the clan. What did it know of the laws, the code? Did it believe in Starclan? And who was this cat, to leave the comfort of his home, on a whim, and come out and join a clan that struggled for its survival every single day. It was disgusting.
"I didn't know you were a medicine cat as well as a deputy, either. Really, Gingerpelt, you need to tell us these things," Breezefeather gibed. Who was this cat to speak for the medicine cat of Riverclan? Everyone (well, not everyone, Breezefeather had to amend for Gingerpelt) knew that it was the medicine cat that chose his or her apprentice, as opposed to the leader who decided the apprentices and the mentors. And the would-be medicine cat apprentice had every right and option to refuse the position, if he or she so wished. And this was the sort of cat that Dawnstar had chosen to serve as deputy?
