onyxfeather, shadowclan warrior.
Jul 29, 2015 14:33:41 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2015 14:33:41 GMT -6
ONYXFEATHER
tom ● thirty moons ● shadowCLAN ● warrior
tall ebony tom with honey eyes.
A P P E A R A N C E
Lanky ebony tom with liquid honey hues.
Onyx; for the dark ebony of his fur.
Feather; dark colouring that mimics the glossy coat of a raven's feathers.
At first glance, the tom is but a shadow. There is nothing outstanding, nor remarkable about the young warrior. In fact, he is just that; a shadow, in part. Onyxfeather is graced with a very simplistic appearance about him. Covering his fur in pure ebony, like the shadow of a raven's feather, is but an ink black slick. Blemishing the tom's dark exterior is a set of liquid amber hues, standing stark against the blackness of his being. All in all, Onyxfeather's colourings are deemed, well, average.
Upon delving a little deeper, one might notice little trademarks that makes Onyxfeather the feline he is today. Unlike most of those carrying Shadowclan blood, the tom is not all muscle and brawn. In fact, the tom is more limbs than anything. He's long and narrow in the body, with slight, straight shoulders and a narrow rib cage. Onyxfeather is lanky in build, perhaps taller than most of his kind and the blood he shares. His face is narrow and angular, accompanied by wiry features and a long tail that kinks near the tip. As earlier stated, Onyxfeather may not be all brawn, however he embraces the pros his body type gives him and spits on the rest. Unlike his broader of companions, the young tom is graced with the speed and agility of weaving his way out of harm's way. Though his narrow, pointed paws may not deliver a lethal blow, fast and furious strikes aim to wear an opposing enemy down. And lastly; lean, wiry muscles allow room to squirm and with any luck, room to escape tragedy.
Lanky ebony tom with liquid honey hues.
Onyx; for the dark ebony of his fur.
Feather; dark colouring that mimics the glossy coat of a raven's feathers.
At first glance, the tom is but a shadow. There is nothing outstanding, nor remarkable about the young warrior. In fact, he is just that; a shadow, in part. Onyxfeather is graced with a very simplistic appearance about him. Covering his fur in pure ebony, like the shadow of a raven's feather, is but an ink black slick. Blemishing the tom's dark exterior is a set of liquid amber hues, standing stark against the blackness of his being. All in all, Onyxfeather's colourings are deemed, well, average.
Upon delving a little deeper, one might notice little trademarks that makes Onyxfeather the feline he is today. Unlike most of those carrying Shadowclan blood, the tom is not all muscle and brawn. In fact, the tom is more limbs than anything. He's long and narrow in the body, with slight, straight shoulders and a narrow rib cage. Onyxfeather is lanky in build, perhaps taller than most of his kind and the blood he shares. His face is narrow and angular, accompanied by wiry features and a long tail that kinks near the tip. As earlier stated, Onyxfeather may not be all brawn, however he embraces the pros his body type gives him and spits on the rest. Unlike his broader of companions, the young tom is graced with the speed and agility of weaving his way out of harm's way. Though his narrow, pointed paws may not deliver a lethal blow, fast and furious strikes aim to wear an opposing enemy down. And lastly; lean, wiry muscles allow room to squirm and with any luck, room to escape tragedy.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Proud, cunning, overly-analytical, loyal, determined, reserved, calculating, quick-witted, strategic.
There are so many angles to Onyxfeather, like a broken mirror, shattered into a million shards. Each shard indicating a potential action or reaction. The tom is rather unpredictable, in fact, he is anything but easy to predict. Like his blood which pulses through his clan, Shadowclan, the warrior is strong and conniving. At first glance, Onyxfeather is calm, reserved. To the outside world, he is but a shadow, still as stone with the eyes of a hawk. The tom isn't in it for control. It isn't for power, or victory, or pride - it's survival. He's not all paws on deck when it comes to the affairs of his clan mates, in fact, he'd sooner sit back and watch ignited tempers from the sidelines, than break up a quarrel. The tom is curious of those around him, eager to get into minds, see what makes 'people' tick the way they do. Yet Onyxfeather is never an active participant of such an investigation, for he thrives in the realm of observation. Detached as he seems, Onyxfeather can come across as rather nonchalant, observing. Perhaps this is true, as Onyxfeather believes his clan mates must learn from their mistakes or they won't learn at all; a form of tough love in that sense.
In taking a gander beyond that stern shell, within that ever complex mind of his, one might learn a few things. Below that silent exterior, is the mind of a warrior. Hell, if Onyxfeather were to speak his thoughts as quickly as he thought them, he may have had more enemies than he did allies. For this exact reason, self discipline is a virtue. The ever watching Onyxfeather is always making mental notes, planning and scheming. The tom is not as power hungry as he may come across, but he will do whatever it takes to ensure Shadowclan is and always will be thriving. This is what makes the tom so dangerous - a wild card. He's like a crouching predator, stern and waiting. See, Onyxfeather's got a particular motivation about him. Nothing matters, as long as Shadowclan goes on to survive. This is what gives him that lethal edge. Nothing matters outside of Shadowclan, so if surviving means running over all those that stand to oppose that survival, then so be it. What he sees as loyalty and dedication to a cause, outsiders may see as blood-lust and malicious intent. This is what could make the tom a villain in his story of heroism.
Onyxfeather does not always see the sense in getting in his enemies face, but would rather use strategy to whip them back into their place. The tom can be blunt with his words and happens to be extremely opinionated, but never will he reveal to the world his frustrations, but rather strikes back when the time be appeals to Shadowclan. Though Onyxfeather is not a tom of many words, he is extremely straight forward and strategic in his way of thinking.
Despite the fact Onyxfeather is not your affectionate, 'all paws on deck' sort of warrior, he cares for his clan to the world's end. There is nothing, nothing, nothing that would place itself before the well being of Shadowclan. Admittedly, the tom is a little rough around the edges. He tends to be self sacrificial and may even become merciless if his clan really depended on it. This tom is not only pro-Shadowclan, but he lives, breathes, and thinks in the interests of his clan, be it he is in the equation or not.
Proud, cunning, overly-analytical, loyal, determined, reserved, calculating, quick-witted, strategic.
There are so many angles to Onyxfeather, like a broken mirror, shattered into a million shards. Each shard indicating a potential action or reaction. The tom is rather unpredictable, in fact, he is anything but easy to predict. Like his blood which pulses through his clan, Shadowclan, the warrior is strong and conniving. At first glance, Onyxfeather is calm, reserved. To the outside world, he is but a shadow, still as stone with the eyes of a hawk. The tom isn't in it for control. It isn't for power, or victory, or pride - it's survival. He's not all paws on deck when it comes to the affairs of his clan mates, in fact, he'd sooner sit back and watch ignited tempers from the sidelines, than break up a quarrel. The tom is curious of those around him, eager to get into minds, see what makes 'people' tick the way they do. Yet Onyxfeather is never an active participant of such an investigation, for he thrives in the realm of observation. Detached as he seems, Onyxfeather can come across as rather nonchalant, observing. Perhaps this is true, as Onyxfeather believes his clan mates must learn from their mistakes or they won't learn at all; a form of tough love in that sense.
In taking a gander beyond that stern shell, within that ever complex mind of his, one might learn a few things. Below that silent exterior, is the mind of a warrior. Hell, if Onyxfeather were to speak his thoughts as quickly as he thought them, he may have had more enemies than he did allies. For this exact reason, self discipline is a virtue. The ever watching Onyxfeather is always making mental notes, planning and scheming. The tom is not as power hungry as he may come across, but he will do whatever it takes to ensure Shadowclan is and always will be thriving. This is what makes the tom so dangerous - a wild card. He's like a crouching predator, stern and waiting. See, Onyxfeather's got a particular motivation about him. Nothing matters, as long as Shadowclan goes on to survive. This is what gives him that lethal edge. Nothing matters outside of Shadowclan, so if surviving means running over all those that stand to oppose that survival, then so be it. What he sees as loyalty and dedication to a cause, outsiders may see as blood-lust and malicious intent. This is what could make the tom a villain in his story of heroism.
Onyxfeather does not always see the sense in getting in his enemies face, but would rather use strategy to whip them back into their place. The tom can be blunt with his words and happens to be extremely opinionated, but never will he reveal to the world his frustrations, but rather strikes back when the time be appeals to Shadowclan. Though Onyxfeather is not a tom of many words, he is extremely straight forward and strategic in his way of thinking.
Despite the fact Onyxfeather is not your affectionate, 'all paws on deck' sort of warrior, he cares for his clan to the world's end. There is nothing, nothing, nothing that would place itself before the well being of Shadowclan. Admittedly, the tom is a little rough around the edges. He tends to be self sacrificial and may even become merciless if his clan really depended on it. This tom is not only pro-Shadowclan, but he lives, breathes, and thinks in the interests of his clan, be it he is in the equation or not.
H I S T O R Y
A new world.
Onyxfeather's life began just like any other. It started with two common warriors, young lovers in fact. They had started out like siblings, competitors. The two were roughly the same age, possibly a moon or two apart. They had pretty much grown up together, from sharing the nursery or fighting to be the best apprentice. The two competed in almost anything and everything they could, hosting harmless banters and mock fights. The competitions had been harmless, a dual among friends. As the two grew into young warriors, their outlook on each other changed in the slightest of ways. The brother-sister bond melted away, like salt dissolving in a rainstorm. Before either of them realized what had really been happening, sibling affections quickly became a new form of affections.
And from the young love, Onyxkit was born. Onyxkit had a slim shadow of a kit, taking on the traits of his father. His brother, on the other hand, was a small brown tabby. Unlike Onyxkit; however, the tabby kit was weak and ill. By the following sunrise, he would walk among StarClan, leaving Onyxkit to fend alone. Nonetheless, Onyxkit remained strong and started his life with an iron will. Before long, his mother would be returning to the warriors den and he himself would migrate to a completely new lifestyle.
Survival of the fittest.
At six moons young, Onyxkit acquired a new name, for now, he would be known only as Onyxpaw. At this stage in his life, the ink black tom had officially become an apprentice. Onyxpaw had been given a mentor that could be equally as stubborn as he, this tom was known as Adderfang. The duo occasionally butt heads, but what mentor and apprentice pair did not? Not that the two would run on mindless banters that got no one anywhere, as they both ran strongly on intellect. Each character; however, simply had a different idea on how things should be done. And Onyxpaw, being the opinionated apprentice that he was, hesitated not to voice these viewpoints.
Despite everything, this was when the young tom did his growing up. He grew to know the world around him, and learn of the dangers it posed. Onyxpaw had become very independent and studied vigorously to become a warrior. The tom had not been overly close with his mother, nor his father, so it had not been all too devastating when his father's limp body had returned to camp, mangled and broken after a vicious confrontation with a fox. Onyxpaw did not see his mother around as much after that, and close bonds with the other apprentices were scarce. But that was simply who he was, Onyxpaw was stronger when he did not have to depend nor rely on others.
Becoming the world.
The day had at last come, the day every apprentice dreamed of. Onyxpaw knew very well it was time his mentor discuss the apprentice's training. Now it was only a matter of the review Adderfang would award him. Sometime the next day, everything Onyxpaw had worked for would finally pay off. The ink black tom had slept scarcely the night before, waiting in curious anticipation.
Onyxpaw remembered the feeling of it all. He remembered gathering with his clan mates in the heart of the Shadowclan camp and seeing their great leader looming at the mouth of his den. At last, the mighty tom raised his head and his voice rang out into the hollow below. A shiver had lulled upon Onyxpaw's spine and his head had snapped up attentively as he of all felines were to be called out before the clan. A glow of pride surged through Onyxpaw, forcing him to forget any stage fright or shy nature that may have harnessed him. After that, well, we all know the story. The mighty leader called upon Starclan, called upon his mentor and finally called upon Onyxpaw. They had exchanged the ceremonial words and Onyxpaw had given the promise to forever defend his clan, even at the cost of his life.
From that day forth, the shadow warrior would be known as Onyxfeather.
Baby steps.
Some odd moons later, Onyxfeather received his first apprentice. Her name was Acornpaw. Now this little she-kit was a handful, one the young warrior had never bargained for. She was a feisty little thing, full of piss and vinegar that could make even Onyxfeather loose the quick of his tongue. The two often clashed, much like he and his former mentor had. Yet they managed to work through it, somehow. Midway through Acornpaw's training, she was overcome by illness. Disease had sunk its claws in and plagued the clans, yet Starclan could provide no answers. Strange things were happening in the forest, warriors were coming by injuries that could not be explained and tragedy seemed to grip the clans by the throat. Yet Acornpaw was strong and she managed to overcome the illness that plagued her. Slowly but surely, she regained her strength and was able to complete her training, earning herself the name Acornflight.
A new world.
Onyxfeather's life began just like any other. It started with two common warriors, young lovers in fact. They had started out like siblings, competitors. The two were roughly the same age, possibly a moon or two apart. They had pretty much grown up together, from sharing the nursery or fighting to be the best apprentice. The two competed in almost anything and everything they could, hosting harmless banters and mock fights. The competitions had been harmless, a dual among friends. As the two grew into young warriors, their outlook on each other changed in the slightest of ways. The brother-sister bond melted away, like salt dissolving in a rainstorm. Before either of them realized what had really been happening, sibling affections quickly became a new form of affections.
And from the young love, Onyxkit was born. Onyxkit had a slim shadow of a kit, taking on the traits of his father. His brother, on the other hand, was a small brown tabby. Unlike Onyxkit; however, the tabby kit was weak and ill. By the following sunrise, he would walk among StarClan, leaving Onyxkit to fend alone. Nonetheless, Onyxkit remained strong and started his life with an iron will. Before long, his mother would be returning to the warriors den and he himself would migrate to a completely new lifestyle.
Survival of the fittest.
At six moons young, Onyxkit acquired a new name, for now, he would be known only as Onyxpaw. At this stage in his life, the ink black tom had officially become an apprentice. Onyxpaw had been given a mentor that could be equally as stubborn as he, this tom was known as Adderfang. The duo occasionally butt heads, but what mentor and apprentice pair did not? Not that the two would run on mindless banters that got no one anywhere, as they both ran strongly on intellect. Each character; however, simply had a different idea on how things should be done. And Onyxpaw, being the opinionated apprentice that he was, hesitated not to voice these viewpoints.
Despite everything, this was when the young tom did his growing up. He grew to know the world around him, and learn of the dangers it posed. Onyxpaw had become very independent and studied vigorously to become a warrior. The tom had not been overly close with his mother, nor his father, so it had not been all too devastating when his father's limp body had returned to camp, mangled and broken after a vicious confrontation with a fox. Onyxpaw did not see his mother around as much after that, and close bonds with the other apprentices were scarce. But that was simply who he was, Onyxpaw was stronger when he did not have to depend nor rely on others.
Becoming the world.
The day had at last come, the day every apprentice dreamed of. Onyxpaw knew very well it was time his mentor discuss the apprentice's training. Now it was only a matter of the review Adderfang would award him. Sometime the next day, everything Onyxpaw had worked for would finally pay off. The ink black tom had slept scarcely the night before, waiting in curious anticipation.
Onyxpaw remembered the feeling of it all. He remembered gathering with his clan mates in the heart of the Shadowclan camp and seeing their great leader looming at the mouth of his den. At last, the mighty tom raised his head and his voice rang out into the hollow below. A shiver had lulled upon Onyxpaw's spine and his head had snapped up attentively as he of all felines were to be called out before the clan. A glow of pride surged through Onyxpaw, forcing him to forget any stage fright or shy nature that may have harnessed him. After that, well, we all know the story. The mighty leader called upon Starclan, called upon his mentor and finally called upon Onyxpaw. They had exchanged the ceremonial words and Onyxpaw had given the promise to forever defend his clan, even at the cost of his life.
From that day forth, the shadow warrior would be known as Onyxfeather.
Baby steps.
Some odd moons later, Onyxfeather received his first apprentice. Her name was Acornpaw. Now this little she-kit was a handful, one the young warrior had never bargained for. She was a feisty little thing, full of piss and vinegar that could make even Onyxfeather loose the quick of his tongue. The two often clashed, much like he and his former mentor had. Yet they managed to work through it, somehow. Midway through Acornpaw's training, she was overcome by illness. Disease had sunk its claws in and plagued the clans, yet Starclan could provide no answers. Strange things were happening in the forest, warriors were coming by injuries that could not be explained and tragedy seemed to grip the clans by the throat. Yet Acornpaw was strong and she managed to overcome the illness that plagued her. Slowly but surely, she regained her strength and was able to complete her training, earning herself the name Acornflight.
