Shadewhisker | Warrior | ThunderClan [wip]
Jun 18, 2014 3:45:50 GMT -6
Post by Shiny on Jun 18, 2014 3:45:50 GMT -6
SHADEWHISKER
TOM ● 70 MOONS ● THUNDERCLAN ● SENIOR WARRIOR
black tom with white chin and paws
A P P E A R A N C E
Time has treated Shadewhisker well. Despite being one of the eldest cats in ThunderClan, he looks better than even some of the younger warriors. His paws are still swift and steady, his eyes and ears still keen and alert. The only hint at his age are the fine silver hairs on his muzzle and the slight weight loss in recent moons. He's just lost his appetite for most everything the forest has to offer, but his Clan, especially his mate and children, still make him eat.
His name, Shade-, comes from his black pelt. Not all of him is black, though. He has a soul patch of white on his chin, plus a small patch of white on his throat. All four of his paws have socks on them, but different amounts. Both of his front paws are completely covered, but it's just the paws. One of Shadewhisker's hind legs have the white coming up half-way to his elbow and the other goes up all the way to it.
His eye color changes between green and yellow. It just depends on the lighting. Like, in the sunlight his eyes take on a tinted greenish shade. But in the shade, beneath bushes or trees or even in the camp, Shadewhisker's eyes are dark yellow.
Time has treated Shadewhisker well. Despite being one of the eldest cats in ThunderClan, he looks better than even some of the younger warriors. His paws are still swift and steady, his eyes and ears still keen and alert. The only hint at his age are the fine silver hairs on his muzzle and the slight weight loss in recent moons. He's just lost his appetite for most everything the forest has to offer, but his Clan, especially his mate and children, still make him eat.
His name, Shade-, comes from his black pelt. Not all of him is black, though. He has a soul patch of white on his chin, plus a small patch of white on his throat. All four of his paws have socks on them, but different amounts. Both of his front paws are completely covered, but it's just the paws. One of Shadewhisker's hind legs have the white coming up half-way to his elbow and the other goes up all the way to it.
His eye color changes between green and yellow. It just depends on the lighting. Like, in the sunlight his eyes take on a tinted greenish shade. But in the shade, beneath bushes or trees or even in the camp, Shadewhisker's eyes are dark yellow.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Affectionate, Forgiving, Straightforward
Not a hugger? Too bad, Shadewhisker is going to hug you anyway. In a manner of speaking, of course. Cats can't actually hug. Physical affection is his best way of letting you know he cares. It can be as something as simple as a nuzzle, a brush of the fur, or a flick of the tail. So long as Shadewhisker has some form of contact, he's content.
Some might think of forgiveness as a negative, but Shadewhisker doesn't think so. He doesn't have a grudging bone in his body. The most he was angry at someone was like an hour. He's quick to forgive and just as easily quick to forget. The only unforgivable thing one could ever do is hurt his family or his Clan.
When he wants something, Shadewhisker will tell you. He isn't the type to beat around the bush or lie straight to your face.
Defiant, Lazy, Wasteful
Shadewhisker's favorite phrase is 'don't tell me what to do'. He refuses to let his age define him. He'll hunt with who he wants, patrol whichever border he feels like, and he'll retire when he's damn well ready, thank you very much! Honestly if cats just didn't tell him what to do, he'd be much more receptive to help and advice. As it is, the more you tell him "don't do the thing", the more he's going to do, "I'm going to do the thing".
Perhaps in a stark contrast to his defiant nature, Shadewhisker is a lazy bum. He's content to just sit in a spot of sun for hours on end, only moving when he wants to. So maybe it goes hand in hand with his 'do what I want' personality.
Affectionate, Forgiving, Straightforward
Not a hugger? Too bad, Shadewhisker is going to hug you anyway. In a manner of speaking, of course. Cats can't actually hug. Physical affection is his best way of letting you know he cares. It can be as something as simple as a nuzzle, a brush of the fur, or a flick of the tail. So long as Shadewhisker has some form of contact, he's content.
Some might think of forgiveness as a negative, but Shadewhisker doesn't think so. He doesn't have a grudging bone in his body. The most he was angry at someone was like an hour. He's quick to forgive and just as easily quick to forget. The only unforgivable thing one could ever do is hurt his family or his Clan.
When he wants something, Shadewhisker will tell you. He isn't the type to beat around the bush or lie straight to your face.
Defiant, Lazy, Wasteful
Shadewhisker's favorite phrase is 'don't tell me what to do'. He refuses to let his age define him. He'll hunt with who he wants, patrol whichever border he feels like, and he'll retire when he's damn well ready, thank you very much! Honestly if cats just didn't tell him what to do, he'd be much more receptive to help and advice. As it is, the more you tell him "don't do the thing", the more he's going to do, "I'm going to do the thing".
Perhaps in a stark contrast to his defiant nature, Shadewhisker is a lazy bum. He's content to just sit in a spot of sun for hours on end, only moving when he wants to. So maybe it goes hand in hand with his 'do what I want' personality.
H I S T O R Y
Before Life
Once was a loner who shone like the sun, pelt as orange as orange could be. He stood on a hill like a king on his throne and said, "Surely there is no one as lovely as me." Until he met her, though almost too late. Luna was her name, and he made her his mate. But Sun was a tyrant, controlling and cruel. He called her an idiot, a moron, a fool.
Her pelt became dirty, her eyes became dull, and what once brought her beauty now brought her fall. Sun was a king, and Luna his queen. But once her looks faded, he wasn't so keen. He went her away, look full of disgust, said, "What once was beauty has turned to ashes and dust." So away she went, far and alone, searching for a place that she could call home.
Her pelt became wondrous, her eyes became bright, and soon her belly rounded, for it carried life. Luna, it seemed, crossed half the Earth. She needed to stop soon so she could give birth. She came upon a forest, so luscious and green, and thought, "Yes this is home, or soon it will be." The forest it seemed was a place full of wonder, and inside it she learned was a Clan called Thunder.
They welcomed her, fed her, and gave her a nest. "These kits that you'll have will have only the best!"
Kit
And the best they were indeed given. They were given the names Shadekit, Thornkit, and Breezekit. Shadekit was the only one of the three tomes that hadn't inherited their father's ginger pelt, having taken more on his mother's side. He had her frame, slender and svelte, and was mostly black with a white throat, chest, and paws.
Shadekit knew he was different from the other Clan cats. Their whispers and stares were too much of a hint for him not to be. And his mother didn't have a Clan name. When he asked her why, she said because she wasn't born in ThunderClan. Shadekit asked if that meant they weren't ThunderClan either, and the thought was a horrible one to the young kit. He was barely two moons old but he was already attached to the place he thought of as home.
Luna purred and assured him that he was ThunderClan, even if they didn't carry the same blood. Shadekit took comfort in her words and tried not to let the stares bother him too much. None of the others approached him or his family, so they weren't doing any harm.
He was four moons old when another queen gave birth to a single she-kit, named Duskkit. Shadekit thought she was weird looking. Her pelt was light gray, not as bright as Luna's, but it was short and she was so squirmy and loud. Had he been like this? Were ALL kits like this? If so, he didn't think he'd ever want kits.
Luna laughed and nuzzled him, assuring him Duskkit would grow and he might just change his mind. Shadekit shrugged it off at the time and went off to play with his brothers. Within time, Duskkit DID grow. She wasn't big enough to play with yet until after he became an apprentice.
Once was a loner who shone like the sun, pelt as orange as orange could be. He stood on a hill like a king on his throne and said, "Surely there is no one as lovely as me." Until he met her, though almost too late. Luna was her name, and he made her his mate. But Sun was a tyrant, controlling and cruel. He called her an idiot, a moron, a fool.
Her pelt became dirty, her eyes became dull, and what once brought her beauty now brought her fall. Sun was a king, and Luna his queen. But once her looks faded, he wasn't so keen. He went her away, look full of disgust, said, "What once was beauty has turned to ashes and dust." So away she went, far and alone, searching for a place that she could call home.
Her pelt became wondrous, her eyes became bright, and soon her belly rounded, for it carried life. Luna, it seemed, crossed half the Earth. She needed to stop soon so she could give birth. She came upon a forest, so luscious and green, and thought, "Yes this is home, or soon it will be." The forest it seemed was a place full of wonder, and inside it she learned was a Clan called Thunder.
They welcomed her, fed her, and gave her a nest. "These kits that you'll have will have only the best!"
And the best they were indeed given. They were given the names Shadekit, Thornkit, and Breezekit. Shadekit was the only one of the three tomes that hadn't inherited their father's ginger pelt, having taken more on his mother's side. He had her frame, slender and svelte, and was mostly black with a white throat, chest, and paws.
Shadekit knew he was different from the other Clan cats. Their whispers and stares were too much of a hint for him not to be. And his mother didn't have a Clan name. When he asked her why, she said because she wasn't born in ThunderClan. Shadekit asked if that meant they weren't ThunderClan either, and the thought was a horrible one to the young kit. He was barely two moons old but he was already attached to the place he thought of as home.
Luna purred and assured him that he was ThunderClan, even if they didn't carry the same blood. Shadekit took comfort in her words and tried not to let the stares bother him too much. None of the others approached him or his family, so they weren't doing any harm.
He was four moons old when another queen gave birth to a single she-kit, named Duskkit. Shadekit thought she was weird looking. Her pelt was light gray, not as bright as Luna's, but it was short and she was so squirmy and loud. Had he been like this? Were ALL kits like this? If so, he didn't think he'd ever want kits.
Luna laughed and nuzzled him, assuring him Duskkit would grow and he might just change his mind. Shadekit shrugged it off at the time and went off to play with his brothers. Within time, Duskkit DID grow. She wasn't big enough to play with yet until after he became an apprentice.