Post by Amber on Aug 28, 2018 14:29:09 GMT -5
Name: Darkblaze || Lights Blazing in the Dark
Age: 54 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: NightClan || Tribe of Forgotten Waters
Rank: Warrior || Cave-Guard
Picture:
Description Summary: A bulky black and white tom with yellow-gold eyes and a bent left ear.
Description: Darblaze is a large, intimidating tom. He's sturdily built, with powerful muscles from moons of hard training rippling beneath his pelt. He's fought hard to become the powerhouse he is today, earning himself a solid place as one of NightClan's respected senior warriors. A broad head and shoulders, a deep chest, and stocky legs, coupled with battle-hardened muscles, make Darkblaze truly a force to be reckoned with.
He was named for the black hues of his fur, though he's also been splashed with white. His forepaws are tipped in white, and his hindlegs are white up to the knees. A splash of white rests upon his chest and throat, bleeding down to a narrow stripe along his chest before dying out between his forelegs. His bottom jaw is white, and he's got a strip of white trailing up his muzzle just left of center.
His nose is the same pitch hue as his fur and skin, and his eyes are a rich yellow-gold color. His left ear is unusual in that is is bent, and looks as though it shouldn't function quite as well. But, despite not being able to straighten the appendage, his hearing is unaffected.
Personality: Darkblaze is a born protector, through and through. All his life he's been protecting those around him. Starting with his brother, then expanding to the cats around him as he grew older and stronger. His sense of duty and honor is strong, his innate need to protect a defining feature.
Unfortunately for Darkblaze, he can't protect everyone. He's learned that time and again, watching Clanmates and family fall. In a short amount of time, he's lost many cats close to him, all of whom he called family. It's weakened him, caused him to doubt his abilities, but he knows better. It's just difficult to see when there are so many he was powerless to save.
He has a good heart, but it's been broken many times in recent moons, and his faith in his abilities, his Clan, his ancestors, is wearing thin. He's still a dedicated warrior, but his thoughts are becoming clouded; what is anything worth anymore? But as long as he still has family within NightClan, he'll remain, and persevere, for their sake and their sake alone. He's been thinking more and more about Hazeheart recently, wondering whether he should go out and find him, join him in a life away from the Clans. NightClan is filled with such painful memories now, but he can't bear the thought of leaving his two kits behind, and bringing them with him to an uncertain life isn't something he feels comfortable doing, not when they're safe in NightClan. So he remains, questioning each day whether he's made the right decisions in his life.
History:
Dark-kit
Dark-kit was the first born in a litter of three to Nightflower, a tortoiseshell and white she-cat, and Shadowpelt, a solid black tom, two respectable NightClan warriors. He was born with two younger siblings, a brother, Hazekit, and sister, Brightkit. The three kits were also the half-siblings of NightClan's infamous Blackwolf, though it was unknown at the time.
Dark-kit's brother, Hazekit, was born with an odd condition, narcolepsy, and though Dark-kit didn't fully understand it, he was protective of his siblings, and would often sit and attempt to prod his brother until he awoke if he fell asleep during something important. If there was little of importance happening, though, Dark-kit would instead stop whatever he was doing to stay near his littermate, protecting him from whatever harm may come.
Darkpaw
Darkpaw was apprenticed to Frogsplash at six moons, and through her, he learned the ways of a warrior, plus a little extra. Following in her own mentor's pawsteps, Frogsplash taught Darkpaw the art of meditation. It took a few tries, but once he was able to focus on his breathing and learn to clear his mind, it became easier, and soon became a habit that came as naturally as breathing. He took it a step further, though, and became an early riser, waking before the rest of the Clan to meditate before beginning his day.
As he grew, Darkpaw continued to watch over Hazepaw during his sleep attacks, even as he had his own duties to attend to. Mature for his age since kithood, he was able to smoothly juggle training with looking after his brother. Meditation helped, as it seemed to strengthen his senses and heighten his awareness, as well as bring him an overall sense of peace.
He handled his responsibilities well. That is, until Hazepaw disappeared.
It was determined that some predator had chased Hazepaw beyond the border, and likely his condition was either preventing him from finding his way back home, or (the option Darkpaw refused to believe) had gotten him killed. Even as hope for Hazepaw within the Clan dwindled, Darkpaw still believed he would come home. Darkpaw patrolled the border daily, seeking out any signs of his lost brother. Some days, Brightpaw was there with him, but most often, he searched alone. He ran himself almost ragged with his ceaseless pacing of the mountain border, until Frogsplash all but forbade him from it, keeping him busy with the last of his training.
Darkblaze
Darkblaze was named a warrior next to his sister, Brightfeather. Hazepaw's absence still weighed heavy on his heart as he sat silent vigil over NightClan. No longer bound by the restrictions of apprenticeship, Darkblaze volunteered for every patrol along the mountain border, always alert for his missing brother.
When Hazepaw finally returned, Darkblaze hadn't been patrolling. He'd been meditating at the edge of the Ambush Pond, as usual, when a strange urge drew him up and out to the Black Woods. There, amongst the burned trees, Hazepaw was calling, scrawny and weary and filthy but to Darkblaze he was a beautiful sight. Darkblaze guarded Hazepaw's return to NightClan, and clung to his side like a burr for the next few moons. When Hazepaw became Hazeheart, Darkblaze's cheers were undeniably the loudest.
Over time, as Hazeheart grew into his place as a warrior, Darkblaze tried his best to give his brother space. He didn't really want to, but a conversation with Brightfeather had persuaded him that maybe Hazeheart needed room to grow and function on his own. Darkblaze never intended to hover, but he had. It was difficult, but he managed to back off a bit. He watched Hazeheart from a distance, proud of the way the smaller tom was growing. With the addition of goatweed, the sleep attacks diminished greatly, so Darkblaze was put even more at ease.
Now that he had taken steps back from Hazeheart, Darkblaze became more aware that there was a Clan around him, and began growing himself. With his focus off of his brother, Darkblaze found room in his heart for more than just the cats he called family. He became a more social cat, even though his overprotectiveness still lingered, he cast it out over the new friends he'd made as well. One friend in particular began to grow closer, and Darkblaze found himself holding onto her tighter as well.
Silvermist was a very pretty she-cat, with long, pale silver and white tabby fur and yellow eyes. But more than that, she was a dependable warrior and a good friend. Reliable, trustworthy, with ambitions to be the best warrior she could. She was also sweet and gentle and caring, always willing to help a Clanmate in need. Their friendship grew steadily, but remained just a friendship.
One newleaf, greencough ravaged the valley. Darkblaze fell ill, but recovered well. The same couldn't be said for many other cats, though. Darkblaze's sister, Brightfeather, also became sick, but the vibrant warrior couldn't fight the infection. When he died, it was like a light had been doused for Darkblaze. Though he spent more time guarding Hazeheart, he loved his sister just as dearly, and her loss hit him hard. Hazeheart helped him recover, but so did Silverwmist.
Silvermist and Darkblaze continued to grow closer, and Darkblaze found himself falling for the pretty she-cat. She had proven time and time again to be someone he could rely on, trust in, and look to. He was scared to reveal his feelings, but luckily, she did so first.
The pair was expecting their first litter when Hazeheart brought forth a shocking announcement. He was leaving NightClan to join a new group of cats high in the mountains. Darkblaze was stunned, and immediately tried to talk him out of it. When he realized Hazeheart's mind was set, he wanted to join him, but Silvermist wasn't fit for travel, and leafbare was coming soon. Darkblaze was torn between his unborn kits and his only living family. Hazeheart eventually convinced him that his mate and kits needed him more, and Darkblaze tried to remember Brightfeather's warnings about smothering Hazeheart. With a heavy heart, he bade his brother farewell and let him blaze his own trail.
Three kits were born at the start of the next season. Shadekit, a dark grey and white tom, Ebonykit, a long-furred black and white tuxedo she-kit, and Brightkit, a pale silver and white she-kit. Darkblaze loved his kits and doted upon them as best he could. He tried (and failed) not to spoil them, but also didn't let it get so far that the kits became brats. He and Silvermist did their best to make sure their kits would grow up to become respectable warriors.
However, just a few moons after his kits were born, sickness would once again befall Darkblaze's family. All three of his kittens developed kittencough, likely from Silvermist's greencough. She was quarantined as quickly as possible, and Darkblaze visited the nursery frequently to tend his kits in their mother's absence. When Brightkit's cough became more severe, she joined her mother in the medicine den. Shadekit and Ebonykit overcame their cough, but StarClan saw it fit to take little Brightkit, the runt of the litter, along with Silvermist. Darkblaze was devastated, but tried to remain strong for his kits, even if it meant falling apart when no one could see.
Shadekit and Ebonykit were apprenticed early the next greenleaf, and Darkblaze couldn't be more proud of them. As he watches them grow, however, he can't help but be tense. With the foxes running rampant throughout the valley, he fears it may only be a matter of time before StarClan takes yet another member of his family from him. His protective instinct is on full alert now, ever watchful over his remaining family as he prays for the best and fears for the worst.
Other: Old Bio
Timeline
-> Born Leaf-fall 1
-> Apprenticed Newleaf 1
-> Hazepaw disappears Leaf-bare 2
-> Named warrior late Leaf-bare 2
-> Hazepaw home New-leaf 2
-> Gathering Greenleaf 2
-> Hazeheart warrior Greenleaf 2
-> Brightfeather dies Newleaf 4
-> Hazeheart leaves Leaf-fall 5
-> 3 Kits born early leaf-bare 5
-> Mate + Brightkit die leaf-bare 5 (illness)
-> Kits apprenticed early Greenleaf 5
-> Gathering Greenleaf 5
-> Shadepaw dies by fox greenleaf 5
-> Darkblaze and Ebonypaw leaves to join Hazeheart Greenleaf 5
Age: 54 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: NightClan || Tribe of Forgotten Waters
Rank: Warrior || Cave-Guard
Picture:
Description Summary: A bulky black and white tom with yellow-gold eyes and a bent left ear.
Description: Darblaze is a large, intimidating tom. He's sturdily built, with powerful muscles from moons of hard training rippling beneath his pelt. He's fought hard to become the powerhouse he is today, earning himself a solid place as one of NightClan's respected senior warriors. A broad head and shoulders, a deep chest, and stocky legs, coupled with battle-hardened muscles, make Darkblaze truly a force to be reckoned with.
He was named for the black hues of his fur, though he's also been splashed with white. His forepaws are tipped in white, and his hindlegs are white up to the knees. A splash of white rests upon his chest and throat, bleeding down to a narrow stripe along his chest before dying out between his forelegs. His bottom jaw is white, and he's got a strip of white trailing up his muzzle just left of center.
His nose is the same pitch hue as his fur and skin, and his eyes are a rich yellow-gold color. His left ear is unusual in that is is bent, and looks as though it shouldn't function quite as well. But, despite not being able to straighten the appendage, his hearing is unaffected.
Personality: Darkblaze is a born protector, through and through. All his life he's been protecting those around him. Starting with his brother, then expanding to the cats around him as he grew older and stronger. His sense of duty and honor is strong, his innate need to protect a defining feature.
Unfortunately for Darkblaze, he can't protect everyone. He's learned that time and again, watching Clanmates and family fall. In a short amount of time, he's lost many cats close to him, all of whom he called family. It's weakened him, caused him to doubt his abilities, but he knows better. It's just difficult to see when there are so many he was powerless to save.
He has a good heart, but it's been broken many times in recent moons, and his faith in his abilities, his Clan, his ancestors, is wearing thin. He's still a dedicated warrior, but his thoughts are becoming clouded; what is anything worth anymore? But as long as he still has family within NightClan, he'll remain, and persevere, for their sake and their sake alone. He's been thinking more and more about Hazeheart recently, wondering whether he should go out and find him, join him in a life away from the Clans. NightClan is filled with such painful memories now, but he can't bear the thought of leaving his two kits behind, and bringing them with him to an uncertain life isn't something he feels comfortable doing, not when they're safe in NightClan. So he remains, questioning each day whether he's made the right decisions in his life.
History:
Dark-kit
Dark-kit was the first born in a litter of three to Nightflower, a tortoiseshell and white she-cat, and Shadowpelt, a solid black tom, two respectable NightClan warriors. He was born with two younger siblings, a brother, Hazekit, and sister, Brightkit. The three kits were also the half-siblings of NightClan's infamous Blackwolf, though it was unknown at the time.
Dark-kit's brother, Hazekit, was born with an odd condition, narcolepsy, and though Dark-kit didn't fully understand it, he was protective of his siblings, and would often sit and attempt to prod his brother until he awoke if he fell asleep during something important. If there was little of importance happening, though, Dark-kit would instead stop whatever he was doing to stay near his littermate, protecting him from whatever harm may come.
Darkpaw
Darkpaw was apprenticed to Frogsplash at six moons, and through her, he learned the ways of a warrior, plus a little extra. Following in her own mentor's pawsteps, Frogsplash taught Darkpaw the art of meditation. It took a few tries, but once he was able to focus on his breathing and learn to clear his mind, it became easier, and soon became a habit that came as naturally as breathing. He took it a step further, though, and became an early riser, waking before the rest of the Clan to meditate before beginning his day.
As he grew, Darkpaw continued to watch over Hazepaw during his sleep attacks, even as he had his own duties to attend to. Mature for his age since kithood, he was able to smoothly juggle training with looking after his brother. Meditation helped, as it seemed to strengthen his senses and heighten his awareness, as well as bring him an overall sense of peace.
He handled his responsibilities well. That is, until Hazepaw disappeared.
It was determined that some predator had chased Hazepaw beyond the border, and likely his condition was either preventing him from finding his way back home, or (the option Darkpaw refused to believe) had gotten him killed. Even as hope for Hazepaw within the Clan dwindled, Darkpaw still believed he would come home. Darkpaw patrolled the border daily, seeking out any signs of his lost brother. Some days, Brightpaw was there with him, but most often, he searched alone. He ran himself almost ragged with his ceaseless pacing of the mountain border, until Frogsplash all but forbade him from it, keeping him busy with the last of his training.
Darkblaze
Darkblaze was named a warrior next to his sister, Brightfeather. Hazepaw's absence still weighed heavy on his heart as he sat silent vigil over NightClan. No longer bound by the restrictions of apprenticeship, Darkblaze volunteered for every patrol along the mountain border, always alert for his missing brother.
When Hazepaw finally returned, Darkblaze hadn't been patrolling. He'd been meditating at the edge of the Ambush Pond, as usual, when a strange urge drew him up and out to the Black Woods. There, amongst the burned trees, Hazepaw was calling, scrawny and weary and filthy but to Darkblaze he was a beautiful sight. Darkblaze guarded Hazepaw's return to NightClan, and clung to his side like a burr for the next few moons. When Hazepaw became Hazeheart, Darkblaze's cheers were undeniably the loudest.
Over time, as Hazeheart grew into his place as a warrior, Darkblaze tried his best to give his brother space. He didn't really want to, but a conversation with Brightfeather had persuaded him that maybe Hazeheart needed room to grow and function on his own. Darkblaze never intended to hover, but he had. It was difficult, but he managed to back off a bit. He watched Hazeheart from a distance, proud of the way the smaller tom was growing. With the addition of goatweed, the sleep attacks diminished greatly, so Darkblaze was put even more at ease.
Now that he had taken steps back from Hazeheart, Darkblaze became more aware that there was a Clan around him, and began growing himself. With his focus off of his brother, Darkblaze found room in his heart for more than just the cats he called family. He became a more social cat, even though his overprotectiveness still lingered, he cast it out over the new friends he'd made as well. One friend in particular began to grow closer, and Darkblaze found himself holding onto her tighter as well.
Silvermist was a very pretty she-cat, with long, pale silver and white tabby fur and yellow eyes. But more than that, she was a dependable warrior and a good friend. Reliable, trustworthy, with ambitions to be the best warrior she could. She was also sweet and gentle and caring, always willing to help a Clanmate in need. Their friendship grew steadily, but remained just a friendship.
One newleaf, greencough ravaged the valley. Darkblaze fell ill, but recovered well. The same couldn't be said for many other cats, though. Darkblaze's sister, Brightfeather, also became sick, but the vibrant warrior couldn't fight the infection. When he died, it was like a light had been doused for Darkblaze. Though he spent more time guarding Hazeheart, he loved his sister just as dearly, and her loss hit him hard. Hazeheart helped him recover, but so did Silverwmist.
Silvermist and Darkblaze continued to grow closer, and Darkblaze found himself falling for the pretty she-cat. She had proven time and time again to be someone he could rely on, trust in, and look to. He was scared to reveal his feelings, but luckily, she did so first.
The pair was expecting their first litter when Hazeheart brought forth a shocking announcement. He was leaving NightClan to join a new group of cats high in the mountains. Darkblaze was stunned, and immediately tried to talk him out of it. When he realized Hazeheart's mind was set, he wanted to join him, but Silvermist wasn't fit for travel, and leafbare was coming soon. Darkblaze was torn between his unborn kits and his only living family. Hazeheart eventually convinced him that his mate and kits needed him more, and Darkblaze tried to remember Brightfeather's warnings about smothering Hazeheart. With a heavy heart, he bade his brother farewell and let him blaze his own trail.
Three kits were born at the start of the next season. Shadekit, a dark grey and white tom, Ebonykit, a long-furred black and white tuxedo she-kit, and Brightkit, a pale silver and white she-kit. Darkblaze loved his kits and doted upon them as best he could. He tried (and failed) not to spoil them, but also didn't let it get so far that the kits became brats. He and Silvermist did their best to make sure their kits would grow up to become respectable warriors.
However, just a few moons after his kits were born, sickness would once again befall Darkblaze's family. All three of his kittens developed kittencough, likely from Silvermist's greencough. She was quarantined as quickly as possible, and Darkblaze visited the nursery frequently to tend his kits in their mother's absence. When Brightkit's cough became more severe, she joined her mother in the medicine den. Shadekit and Ebonykit overcame their cough, but StarClan saw it fit to take little Brightkit, the runt of the litter, along with Silvermist. Darkblaze was devastated, but tried to remain strong for his kits, even if it meant falling apart when no one could see.
Shadekit and Ebonykit were apprenticed early the next greenleaf, and Darkblaze couldn't be more proud of them. As he watches them grow, however, he can't help but be tense. With the foxes running rampant throughout the valley, he fears it may only be a matter of time before StarClan takes yet another member of his family from him. His protective instinct is on full alert now, ever watchful over his remaining family as he prays for the best and fears for the worst.
Other: Old Bio
Timeline
-> Born Leaf-fall 1
-> Apprenticed Newleaf 1
-> Hazepaw disappears Leaf-bare 2
-> Named warrior late Leaf-bare 2
-> Hazepaw home New-leaf 2
-> Gathering Greenleaf 2
-> Hazeheart warrior Greenleaf 2
-> Brightfeather dies Newleaf 4
-> Hazeheart leaves Leaf-fall 5
-> 3 Kits born early leaf-bare 5
-> Mate + Brightkit die leaf-bare 5 (illness)
-> Kits apprenticed early Greenleaf 5
-> Gathering Greenleaf 5
-> Shadepaw dies by fox greenleaf 5
-> Darkblaze and Ebonypaw leaves to join Hazeheart Greenleaf 5
