Post by Taxx on Oct 27, 2017 19:31:01 GMT -5
Name: Spottednose
Age: 38 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: LightningClan
Rank: Senior Warrior
Picture:
Description: Spottednose sports a ginger pelt, spotted and striped with a darker, bark-brown color. Short but thick, it’s sometimes a bit uncomfortable in the height of greenleaf, but it serves him well during leafbare. Beneath the fur is a wealth of sturdy bone and muscle, testament to moons of training to strengthen and hone skill. It shows in his bearing: Spottednose has the stride of a cat who knows how to take care of himself. Not pride, but confidence.
A rounded head tipped with ears that come to a sharp point house eyes of dark amber. A pink nose bearing scratches from past fights, a whisker or two missing, and other scars that are mostly hidden by thick fur, give evidence to the struggles he’s endured in service to LightningClan.
Description Summary: Muscular ginger tom with dark amber eyes
Personality: Spottednose is a bit hard-headed and stubborn. Long gone are the days when he kept his mouth shut and let older warriors make the choices for the Clan. Now he’s not afraid to edge right in, listening and offering his own ideas on what actions to take over anything that threatens the Clan. It may not always be the best thing- he tends to take things too far, and may see threats where none exist, or jump to conclusions when he doesn’t have all the information.
But his loyalty can’t be questioned; he made the vow to care for the Clan at the cost of his own life, and he would without hesitation. The problem, really, is that he may be somewhat more willing to give his life for his kin- Poppythorn, his mate and kits- than for the Clan as a whole.
It doesn’t stop him from giving his all to the Clan, and he’s usually quick to volunteer for any border or hunting patrols, or to join in a training session with apprentices. He enjoys being around the younger members of the Clan, the apprentices and kits, and can often be found entertaining kits to give their mothers a break.
He tends to avoid the other Clans, even during Gatherings, sticking close to his own Clanmates- he knows his temper can be ignited at the slightest sneer, and that fighting at a Gathering is the quickest way to displease Firestar. He, usually, prefers to stay behind, at the camp, and guard it, rather than go to meet the other Clans. He’ll hear all the important news when the Clan returns anyway.
History: Spottedkit was the only tom in his litter, which also bore Poppykit and Sandkit. He was fond of them both, but treated them each differently- Poppykit was more robust, much more able to handle rough play, while Sandkit was smaller and better at games requiring stealth.
They each became apprentices in time, and Spottedpaw took up duties at a leap. He wanted to know everything, as quickly as possible, and his enthusiasm often caused him to ruin a hunt or fail at battle training. It took time for his youthful exuberance to be replaced by an understanding that sometimes, no matter how hard it might be, watching and waiting is a better course of action.
Poppypaw and Oakpaw, an apprentice older than he, were his biggest rivals during his apprenticeship, but even then it was fun to compare notes and the different training methods of their mentors, the four- Oakpaw’s sister Snowpaw included- spurring each other on to do better, learn faster, work harder. Sandpaw rarely took part in these, but Spottedpaw never forgot her, and in her own way, the little she-cat was happy to tell him what she’d been learning.
The sickness that took hold of the camp was the hardest time- watching both his sisters become ill and knowing there was nothing he could do to help them- this was not an enemy a warrior could defeat. He helped as much as he could, hunting fresh prey for Poppypaw and Sandpaw, putting his own training on halt to care for them.
It was hard to watch his sisters struggle without knowing how to help them get better. And it was worse when Sandpaw lost the fight. Poppypaw, ill as she was, was drawn from the medicine cat den by the noise as the Clan mourned the apprentice’s death. The young tom tried to urge her back to the den, unwilling to let her see their sister’s body, but she ducked around him- refusing to let Spottedpaw coddle her. She, Spottedpaw, and their father Shadewing sat side by side in vigil, while their mother curled herself around the young she-cat, grieving for her lost daughter.
Poppypaw recovered- the Clan recovered. Newleaf arrived and life went on. Training began again, and by greenleaf, the four apprentices had their warrior names- Spottednose, Poppythorn, Oakspot and Snowhawk. The brother and sister sat their first night together, not talking, but Spottednose knew that Sandpaw was in Poppythorn’s thoughts as she was in his.
It wasn’t long after that Poppythorn gave the news that she was expecting kits with Oakspot; Spottednose couldn’t have been more thrilled. Kits were always a good thing, and kits from his sister? He was going to spoil them rotten, he told anyone who’d listen, they’d be the best and smartest and strongest kits to ever be born into LightningClan. With Poppythorn and Oakspot as their parents, how could they not be?
Poppythorn miscarried. Spottednose had been resting in the warriors’ den when he was told, he darted from the den, intending to visit his sister and check on her. Oakspot was standing in the middle of the camp, yowling that it was her fault, that she’d killed the kits. Blaming Poppythorn, his mate, in cold tones.
Fury bristled the fur down Spottednose’s spine, but he would have ignored the other tom in favor of continuing on to see Poppythorn. When Oakspot tried to stop him, insulting Poppythorn right to his face, Spottednose leaped on the other tom, hissing in outrage. It was a short but vicious fight, the two quickly broken up by Clanmates, both bearing scars from the skirmish.
Ignoring his own wounds, Spottednose went on into the medicine cats’ den, finding Poppythorn curled in a nest, the fur of her hind legs stained with blood. He settled down next to her, still burning with hatred over Oakspot’s treatment of his sister when she was clearly suffering from the loss- when she would have needed Oakspot most. He stayed with her instead, comforting her as much as he could, while avoiding any attempt she made to ask after or discuss Oakspot. She would find out soon enough why her mate was keeping his distance.
Snowhawk, however, was just as disgusted at her brother’s cruel treatment of Poppythorn, firmly siding against the tom and remaining close with Spottednose and Poppythorn, for which the ginger tom was thankful. At least she wasn’t being a complete mousebrain like her brother. With the two of them supporting her, Poppythorn recovered from the ordeal and got back to her duties.
Spottednose, for his part, spent the next couple of moons becoming closer to Snowhawk, not shy or hesitant about his hopes to be mates with her- having kits with her. When she didn’t reject his advances, he felt secure in continuing. She was a strong, capable she-cat, clever and pretty.
And compassionate. Another outbreak of greencough claimed the life of his mother, though this time he and Poppythorn managed to avoid getting sick, and Snowhawk helped him get past the loss of Mottleclaw and Shadewing’s retirement to rank of elder.
The badger attack that claimed Snowhawk’s life crushed the plans that he had begun to count on. He hadn’t even known she was there until the badger had retreated and he’d glanced around for his sister, only to see her standing over the white form of the she-cat. She was already dead- no chance to even say goodbye.
When he and Poppythorn carried her back to camp, Oakspot’s first words were to blame Poppythorn. Miserable and furious, Spottednose snarled curses at the foolish tom- ending the squabble with a heavy blow with unsheathed claws and half-wishing he could have done more.
In the moons following, Spottednose gradually moved past Snowhawk’s death- the interest of another she-cat, Robinstep, helping quite a bit. The two became close, more or less simply letting the rest of the Clan consider them mates and going along with it. Robinstep was kind and affectionate, if not as outspoken as Snowhawk had been, but Spottednose only cared that the she-cat was loyal and didn’t speak badly about Poppythorn.
The night he found Poppythorn standing over Oakspot’s body, Robinstep had informed him that she was expecting kits. He’d gone out to hunt, too excited to sit still, and wandered farther than he needed to as a result. He had scented Oakspot but ignored it- considering turning back to the camp because he didn’t want to come face to face with the infuriating tom. But Poppythorn’s scent changed his mind, made him curious. He didn’t understand why the two would be meeting way out here, or why they’d be meeting at all.
Stalking toward the two, ears pricked and alert, Spottednose halted the moment he was within sight, completely caught off guard at what he saw. In the moonlight, blood clung to his sister’s muzzle, drying into spikes… and Oakspot lay limp and motionless at her paws. The smell of blood was heavy on the air, but there was no sound. Just his sister, still as stone, staring over the StoneClan border.
When she began to move, turning to head back toward the camp, Spottednose ducked down, waiting until her pawsteps had faded away before moving toward Oakspot’s body to confirm. The gash across his throat told the ginger tom all he needed to know, and suddenly he was faced with a choice.
He knew he ought to tell Firestar- that was what a loyal cat would do, and Spottednose had always been loyal. But how could be betray his kin? Oakspot hadn’t deserved death, but surely Poppythorn had a right to some revenge.
And- what if he told, and things hadn’t turned out as it seemed? The she-cat had been staring over the StoneClan border; what if one of them had killed Oakspot, and Poppythorn had simply stumbled on his body? Horribly undecided, Spottednose stood over the dead tom for a moment, and then, with a snap decision, he turned away and headed back to camp. He told no cat, but he knew they would find Oakspot anyway. He returned to camp with a rabbit, giving it to Robinstep, and continued on as if nothing had changed.
Robinstep began to grow with the kits she was carrying, eating and sleeping more, giving up her duties halfway through her pregnancy and settling into the nursery. She’d only been there a few days when lightning sparked a fire in the camp, forcing a move to the tunnels until it passed. Spottednose hadn’t been there, having joined the attack on StoneClan, but news of the fire resulted in an immediate retreat for the sake of the Clanmates left behind.
Spottednose stuck close to her until they were able to return to the shell of the camp, and rebuilding it began immediately.
The kits were born quite recently, two of them, a tom and a she-kit. Both of them have taken after their father in color, sporting bright ginger coats. The tom, they decided to name Russetkit, and the she-kit, Littlekit. Prey is slowly returning now, but leafbare is closing in fast, and all of Spottednose’s efforts are going toward keeping his mate and kits well fed.
RP Example: Not required
Other: Witnessed Poppythorn standing over Oakspot’s dead body, and kept this to himself, unwilling to call out his sister for something she might not have even done
Has kits for adoption! A tom and a she-kit.
Age: 38 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: LightningClan
Rank: Senior Warrior
Picture:
Description: Spottednose sports a ginger pelt, spotted and striped with a darker, bark-brown color. Short but thick, it’s sometimes a bit uncomfortable in the height of greenleaf, but it serves him well during leafbare. Beneath the fur is a wealth of sturdy bone and muscle, testament to moons of training to strengthen and hone skill. It shows in his bearing: Spottednose has the stride of a cat who knows how to take care of himself. Not pride, but confidence.
A rounded head tipped with ears that come to a sharp point house eyes of dark amber. A pink nose bearing scratches from past fights, a whisker or two missing, and other scars that are mostly hidden by thick fur, give evidence to the struggles he’s endured in service to LightningClan.
Description Summary: Muscular ginger tom with dark amber eyes
Personality: Spottednose is a bit hard-headed and stubborn. Long gone are the days when he kept his mouth shut and let older warriors make the choices for the Clan. Now he’s not afraid to edge right in, listening and offering his own ideas on what actions to take over anything that threatens the Clan. It may not always be the best thing- he tends to take things too far, and may see threats where none exist, or jump to conclusions when he doesn’t have all the information.
But his loyalty can’t be questioned; he made the vow to care for the Clan at the cost of his own life, and he would without hesitation. The problem, really, is that he may be somewhat more willing to give his life for his kin- Poppythorn, his mate and kits- than for the Clan as a whole.
It doesn’t stop him from giving his all to the Clan, and he’s usually quick to volunteer for any border or hunting patrols, or to join in a training session with apprentices. He enjoys being around the younger members of the Clan, the apprentices and kits, and can often be found entertaining kits to give their mothers a break.
He tends to avoid the other Clans, even during Gatherings, sticking close to his own Clanmates- he knows his temper can be ignited at the slightest sneer, and that fighting at a Gathering is the quickest way to displease Firestar. He, usually, prefers to stay behind, at the camp, and guard it, rather than go to meet the other Clans. He’ll hear all the important news when the Clan returns anyway.
History: Spottedkit was the only tom in his litter, which also bore Poppykit and Sandkit. He was fond of them both, but treated them each differently- Poppykit was more robust, much more able to handle rough play, while Sandkit was smaller and better at games requiring stealth.
They each became apprentices in time, and Spottedpaw took up duties at a leap. He wanted to know everything, as quickly as possible, and his enthusiasm often caused him to ruin a hunt or fail at battle training. It took time for his youthful exuberance to be replaced by an understanding that sometimes, no matter how hard it might be, watching and waiting is a better course of action.
Poppypaw and Oakpaw, an apprentice older than he, were his biggest rivals during his apprenticeship, but even then it was fun to compare notes and the different training methods of their mentors, the four- Oakpaw’s sister Snowpaw included- spurring each other on to do better, learn faster, work harder. Sandpaw rarely took part in these, but Spottedpaw never forgot her, and in her own way, the little she-cat was happy to tell him what she’d been learning.
The sickness that took hold of the camp was the hardest time- watching both his sisters become ill and knowing there was nothing he could do to help them- this was not an enemy a warrior could defeat. He helped as much as he could, hunting fresh prey for Poppypaw and Sandpaw, putting his own training on halt to care for them.
It was hard to watch his sisters struggle without knowing how to help them get better. And it was worse when Sandpaw lost the fight. Poppypaw, ill as she was, was drawn from the medicine cat den by the noise as the Clan mourned the apprentice’s death. The young tom tried to urge her back to the den, unwilling to let her see their sister’s body, but she ducked around him- refusing to let Spottedpaw coddle her. She, Spottedpaw, and their father Shadewing sat side by side in vigil, while their mother curled herself around the young she-cat, grieving for her lost daughter.
Poppypaw recovered- the Clan recovered. Newleaf arrived and life went on. Training began again, and by greenleaf, the four apprentices had their warrior names- Spottednose, Poppythorn, Oakspot and Snowhawk. The brother and sister sat their first night together, not talking, but Spottednose knew that Sandpaw was in Poppythorn’s thoughts as she was in his.
It wasn’t long after that Poppythorn gave the news that she was expecting kits with Oakspot; Spottednose couldn’t have been more thrilled. Kits were always a good thing, and kits from his sister? He was going to spoil them rotten, he told anyone who’d listen, they’d be the best and smartest and strongest kits to ever be born into LightningClan. With Poppythorn and Oakspot as their parents, how could they not be?
Poppythorn miscarried. Spottednose had been resting in the warriors’ den when he was told, he darted from the den, intending to visit his sister and check on her. Oakspot was standing in the middle of the camp, yowling that it was her fault, that she’d killed the kits. Blaming Poppythorn, his mate, in cold tones.
Fury bristled the fur down Spottednose’s spine, but he would have ignored the other tom in favor of continuing on to see Poppythorn. When Oakspot tried to stop him, insulting Poppythorn right to his face, Spottednose leaped on the other tom, hissing in outrage. It was a short but vicious fight, the two quickly broken up by Clanmates, both bearing scars from the skirmish.
Ignoring his own wounds, Spottednose went on into the medicine cats’ den, finding Poppythorn curled in a nest, the fur of her hind legs stained with blood. He settled down next to her, still burning with hatred over Oakspot’s treatment of his sister when she was clearly suffering from the loss- when she would have needed Oakspot most. He stayed with her instead, comforting her as much as he could, while avoiding any attempt she made to ask after or discuss Oakspot. She would find out soon enough why her mate was keeping his distance.
Snowhawk, however, was just as disgusted at her brother’s cruel treatment of Poppythorn, firmly siding against the tom and remaining close with Spottednose and Poppythorn, for which the ginger tom was thankful. At least she wasn’t being a complete mousebrain like her brother. With the two of them supporting her, Poppythorn recovered from the ordeal and got back to her duties.
Spottednose, for his part, spent the next couple of moons becoming closer to Snowhawk, not shy or hesitant about his hopes to be mates with her- having kits with her. When she didn’t reject his advances, he felt secure in continuing. She was a strong, capable she-cat, clever and pretty.
And compassionate. Another outbreak of greencough claimed the life of his mother, though this time he and Poppythorn managed to avoid getting sick, and Snowhawk helped him get past the loss of Mottleclaw and Shadewing’s retirement to rank of elder.
The badger attack that claimed Snowhawk’s life crushed the plans that he had begun to count on. He hadn’t even known she was there until the badger had retreated and he’d glanced around for his sister, only to see her standing over the white form of the she-cat. She was already dead- no chance to even say goodbye.
When he and Poppythorn carried her back to camp, Oakspot’s first words were to blame Poppythorn. Miserable and furious, Spottednose snarled curses at the foolish tom- ending the squabble with a heavy blow with unsheathed claws and half-wishing he could have done more.
In the moons following, Spottednose gradually moved past Snowhawk’s death- the interest of another she-cat, Robinstep, helping quite a bit. The two became close, more or less simply letting the rest of the Clan consider them mates and going along with it. Robinstep was kind and affectionate, if not as outspoken as Snowhawk had been, but Spottednose only cared that the she-cat was loyal and didn’t speak badly about Poppythorn.
The night he found Poppythorn standing over Oakspot’s body, Robinstep had informed him that she was expecting kits. He’d gone out to hunt, too excited to sit still, and wandered farther than he needed to as a result. He had scented Oakspot but ignored it- considering turning back to the camp because he didn’t want to come face to face with the infuriating tom. But Poppythorn’s scent changed his mind, made him curious. He didn’t understand why the two would be meeting way out here, or why they’d be meeting at all.
Stalking toward the two, ears pricked and alert, Spottednose halted the moment he was within sight, completely caught off guard at what he saw. In the moonlight, blood clung to his sister’s muzzle, drying into spikes… and Oakspot lay limp and motionless at her paws. The smell of blood was heavy on the air, but there was no sound. Just his sister, still as stone, staring over the StoneClan border.
When she began to move, turning to head back toward the camp, Spottednose ducked down, waiting until her pawsteps had faded away before moving toward Oakspot’s body to confirm. The gash across his throat told the ginger tom all he needed to know, and suddenly he was faced with a choice.
He knew he ought to tell Firestar- that was what a loyal cat would do, and Spottednose had always been loyal. But how could be betray his kin? Oakspot hadn’t deserved death, but surely Poppythorn had a right to some revenge.
And- what if he told, and things hadn’t turned out as it seemed? The she-cat had been staring over the StoneClan border; what if one of them had killed Oakspot, and Poppythorn had simply stumbled on his body? Horribly undecided, Spottednose stood over the dead tom for a moment, and then, with a snap decision, he turned away and headed back to camp. He told no cat, but he knew they would find Oakspot anyway. He returned to camp with a rabbit, giving it to Robinstep, and continued on as if nothing had changed.
Robinstep began to grow with the kits she was carrying, eating and sleeping more, giving up her duties halfway through her pregnancy and settling into the nursery. She’d only been there a few days when lightning sparked a fire in the camp, forcing a move to the tunnels until it passed. Spottednose hadn’t been there, having joined the attack on StoneClan, but news of the fire resulted in an immediate retreat for the sake of the Clanmates left behind.
Spottednose stuck close to her until they were able to return to the shell of the camp, and rebuilding it began immediately.
The kits were born quite recently, two of them, a tom and a she-kit. Both of them have taken after their father in color, sporting bright ginger coats. The tom, they decided to name Russetkit, and the she-kit, Littlekit. Prey is slowly returning now, but leafbare is closing in fast, and all of Spottednose’s efforts are going toward keeping his mate and kits well fed.
RP Example: Not required
Other: Witnessed Poppythorn standing over Oakspot’s dead body, and kept this to himself, unwilling to call out his sister for something she might not have even done
Has kits for adoption! A tom and a she-kit.