Post by Fawn on Sept 27, 2012 20:01:33 GMT -5
Name:Windstrike
Age: 29 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: LightningClan
Rank: Warrior
All photo credit goes to original owners.
Description: The butt of a lot of jokes, the bane of this cat's existence and the cause for a serious Napoleon complex, is Windstrike's small stature. A petite bone structure and short, dense silver fur with a complex web of blackish brown markings over-top give this tom the appearance of being smaller than he actually is. Though he's short of stature, Windstrike is by no means feminine looking, and instead sports a roundish face, wide-set, sturdy ears, dark pigment surrounding deep set eyes, and a broad muzzle with overly long whiskers. His tail is thick and a little shorter than he likes, but his limbs are sturdy and his balancing abilities are particularly good. He's 'compact' in every sense of the word, and nothing on his body seems particularly out of sync with the rest of him or strangely undersized or oversized.
Windstrike's eyes are a bright yellow, and are reminiscent of the yellow maple leaves that fall down during leaf-fall, changing in certain lights to look a little more greenish.
There is one thing about Windstrike's appearance that is somewhat of a cause for concern, and it's how calloused and hard the pads on his feet look. This is a result of hours upon hours of repeated battle practice, Windstrike's enormous desire to overcompensate for his smallness by being the best fighter LightningClan's ever seen. Windstrike does also sport a few scars as a result of this, and StarClan knows he's cracked many a paw pad from the rough wear and tear, Windstrike sometimes collapsing from exhaustion as a result of his efforts. His right ear has a nick in it, and the fur on the back of his left ear is actually missing a small patch of it, where it's been ripped off and left scabbed over. He's also sporting a few nondescript battle scars along his left shoulder and right back-flank from a few nasty fights. Windstrike, despite his size is actually a very capable fighter and much stronger than he seems, capable of striking, jumping and running harder, higher and faster than some of the bigger, tougher warriors who don't train nearly as often as he does.
Windstrike is very proud of his strength, but he's much more than just an exercise junkie who's self conscious about his height.
Description Summary: A small but muscular silver tabby with yellow eyes and battle scars.
Personality:
If anyone were to go around asking the LightningClanners who was the most overzealous, excitable and hot-blooded tom in the Clan, many would be inclined to say Windstrike. Constantly having to prove himself as an apprentice in the eyes of his Clanmates and those that tormented him about his height, Windstrike has developed a bit of a 'tough guy' persona - particularly in comparison with his easy-going, approachable best friend Blazehawk. Windstrike, though he is subjective to occasional bouts of laziness, but no one can fault him for that - he's never claimed to be perfect and isn't gonna start now. Windstrike's a bit rough around the edges, his heart hardened by being bullied and his own insecurities, his speech reflexes this uncut personality of his that's risen to the surface.
Despite coming off as a bit of a 'bad guy', Windstrike's just a big ol' softie, and somewhat of a Mama's boy. He's considerate of she-cats in particular, and is always mindful and gentle when it comes to kits - a sudden softness that contradicts his rough exterior, surely. Windstrike was taught early on that treating she-cats well is going to be what makes him stand out amongst the other toms. Windstrike's mother taught him that she-cats prefer a gentleman over a cat with no manners, and so far he's taken that to heart. However, if you so happen to be a tom, then chances are you won't even get the time of day from him - you're more likely to get provoked into a pointless fight instead.
Brave, sly of nature and with a smugness about him that seems to belie his self-consciousness about his size, it's a wonder he's not more popular amongst the she-cats of LightningClan. He's not a bad lookin' fella, and his dedication and thoughtfulness are sure to earn him mouse-points when it comes to LightningClan's female population, but all the she-cats in the world wouldn't make him happy.
No, Windstrike won't be happy until he's caught the eye of a beautiful she-cat he's been crushing on since his apprentice days - the lovely LightningClan queen, Dovesong.
Shyness and low self-esteem as an apprentice kept him from ever making his feelings clear, and just as he began to redefine himself, striving hard to be a tom worthy of her affection throughout his warrior career, the unthinkable happened. A playboy of a tom by the name of Cloudflight ended up seducing his beautiful Dovesong, and by the time he was 25 moons old, Dovesong had given birth to Frostkit, Snowkit and Icekit.
That was arguably the toughest moon of his life; his heart was broken, but he hid his emotions behind a mask, forced to croak out a congratulations to the stunning queen even if he was sure he'd die of agony because of it. Things were undoubtedly made worse when Cloudflight left Dovesong, apparently no where near as 'dedicated' as he claimed to be, and Windstrike swore upon the name of StarClan that he'd obliterate the tom for his treacherous, libidinous ways - but Dovesong's abhorrence of violence stopped him. The desire to make Dovesong happy protected Cloudflight from Windstrike's wrath stronger than castle walls made of stone, and Windstrike was forced to leave the tom unscathed as he tried to offer Dovesong his support instead.
Only Blazehawk, his closest and oldest friend knows the depth of his suffering and affections for Dovesong, and his pride would prefer to keep it that way. Though these past few moons have been tough on him, Windstrike has been holding firm and steady in the face of adversity, carrying his tail high, his eyes gleaming, heart still foolishly, diligently focused on a she-cat he refuses to give up on.
History:
"Is he supposed to be that small?"
That was the first thing the other queens asked Mistyfur when Windkit was born, the one and only kit in the liter - his size was certainly nothing to write home about. Mistyfur reassured them that Windkit would grow into a healthy young tom, insisting that Windkit's father, Eaglestrike had been born kind of small as well. Eaglestrike had lost his life in a battle against StoneClan a moon prior to Windkit's birth. His father had been strong and brave, and Mistyfur hoped her newborn son would inherit many of his father's best characteristics.
It was a moon and a half after Windkit was born that he met his best friend. Blazekit, having just lost his mother and already lost both siblings, was taken in by Mistyfur, and the two were raised to be practically brothers - though Blazekit's startlingly quick growth and powerful appearance certainly contributed to Windkit's low self-esteem.
Apprenticeship:
At last that fateful day came, when Windkit became Windpaw, apprenticed under a spry warrior-queen by the name of Mottledpelt, with his buddy Blazekit just a moon behind him. By this time, Windpaw was altogether sick and tired of cats making fun of him for his height and his scrawniness, but it wasn't Mottledpelt who gave him boost he needed to start doing something about it - it was the pretty white she-cat, Dovepaw. Determined to impress her, Windpaw attacked his apprenticeship with a tenaciousness that surprised old Mottledpelt, but she kept pace with her overzealous apprentice with ease, channeling his energy into making him a cat worthy of calling himself a LightningClanner.
Working tirelessly to get better, Windpaw got into a great deal of fights at this age, unable to handle the teasing anymore, and soon enough his training began to pay off, and he was sending more and more apprentices to the Medicine Cat's den rather than having to go there himself. Becoming proud, smug and anxious to prove himself, Windpaw held his tail high, hoping his efforts to stand up for himself would be noticed by the she-cat he'd developed feelings for.
They weren't, but Windpaw wasn't daunted by this.
He would just have to try harder.
Warriorhood:
Windpaw became Windstrike at 12 moons, so named for his handsome gray pelt and his unnatural speed, it suited him well, the tom able to become a gale so strong all fell before his wake, or become a gentle breeze when necessary, protective of his mother and kind to she-cats and kits alike. There is one thing that's hounded him ever since he and the newly dubbed Blazehawk became inseparable; though Windstrike is older than his sinewy, muscular tiger-striped friend, everyone assumes it's the opposite due to his stature. It was even so bad that at a gathering one time, a senior RainClan warrior asked if Blazehawk was his mentor.
Windstrike threw a fit! And very nearly 'disrupted' the sacred gathering by attempting to tear the RainClan warrior's whiskers off.
By far the greatest pain Windstrike's ever felt, was when the she-cat he's been chasing after for moons became mates with LightningClan's resident playboy, Cloudflight. He regrets it even to this day that he didn't say something to Dovesong, that he didn't turn her away from the treacherous Cloudflight and towards someone who wasn't likely to ditch once thinks got serious - but Dovesong's happiness had him holding his tongue.
When her kits were born, he hadn't been sure how to feel. On one hand, he was in utter agony over the entire ordeal, and he was a seething mass of jealousy and hatred towards Cloudflight, swearing upon heaven and hell that he'd turn that tom inside out, but on the other hand...
Weary, heartbroken but unable to stay away, Windstrike had gone to visit Dovesong in the nursery, and the moment he saw her face aglow with happiness and a mother's love for those three small bundles of white fur, Windstrike knew he could never harbor any sort of resentment towards them. She loved them more than life itself, she had gotten what she wanted, and that in turn made Windstrike love them just as much.
The fact that Cloudflight's blood ran through their veins no longer made his stomach burn and the muscles in his jaw tighten - if anything, Cloudflight is the last thing on his mind when he sees Frostkit, Snowkit and Icekit - he sees only Dovesong, the she-cat he's been padding after long before Cloudflight ever laid eyes on her.
Wishing to fulfill the role of 'stable father figure' in the young kittens' lives, Windstrike visits the nursery often, bringing stories of his adventures with the LightningClan deputy with him and often the juiciest piece of prey in the whole forest, spoiling them to make up for an entirely absent, inconsiderate jerk of a father.
Windstrike's goal now, is to one day take on one of Dovesong's three kits as his very first apprentice, wishing to prove to her that he can be everything she's looking for and more.
The question remains though, will he ever give up on Dovesong as time wears on and his love remains one-sided? If you asked him, he'd have just one thing to say to that;
"Oh sure, when toads learn to fly!"
Other:
Theme Songs:
Jason Mraz - I Won't Give Up
Gavin DeGraw - Not Over You
Adopted from Eli!
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Age: 29 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: LightningClan
Rank: Warrior
All photo credit goes to original owners.
Description: The butt of a lot of jokes, the bane of this cat's existence and the cause for a serious Napoleon complex, is Windstrike's small stature. A petite bone structure and short, dense silver fur with a complex web of blackish brown markings over-top give this tom the appearance of being smaller than he actually is. Though he's short of stature, Windstrike is by no means feminine looking, and instead sports a roundish face, wide-set, sturdy ears, dark pigment surrounding deep set eyes, and a broad muzzle with overly long whiskers. His tail is thick and a little shorter than he likes, but his limbs are sturdy and his balancing abilities are particularly good. He's 'compact' in every sense of the word, and nothing on his body seems particularly out of sync with the rest of him or strangely undersized or oversized.
Windstrike's eyes are a bright yellow, and are reminiscent of the yellow maple leaves that fall down during leaf-fall, changing in certain lights to look a little more greenish.
There is one thing about Windstrike's appearance that is somewhat of a cause for concern, and it's how calloused and hard the pads on his feet look. This is a result of hours upon hours of repeated battle practice, Windstrike's enormous desire to overcompensate for his smallness by being the best fighter LightningClan's ever seen. Windstrike does also sport a few scars as a result of this, and StarClan knows he's cracked many a paw pad from the rough wear and tear, Windstrike sometimes collapsing from exhaustion as a result of his efforts. His right ear has a nick in it, and the fur on the back of his left ear is actually missing a small patch of it, where it's been ripped off and left scabbed over. He's also sporting a few nondescript battle scars along his left shoulder and right back-flank from a few nasty fights. Windstrike, despite his size is actually a very capable fighter and much stronger than he seems, capable of striking, jumping and running harder, higher and faster than some of the bigger, tougher warriors who don't train nearly as often as he does.
Windstrike is very proud of his strength, but he's much more than just an exercise junkie who's self conscious about his height.
Description Summary: A small but muscular silver tabby with yellow eyes and battle scars.
Personality:
If anyone were to go around asking the LightningClanners who was the most overzealous, excitable and hot-blooded tom in the Clan, many would be inclined to say Windstrike. Constantly having to prove himself as an apprentice in the eyes of his Clanmates and those that tormented him about his height, Windstrike has developed a bit of a 'tough guy' persona - particularly in comparison with his easy-going, approachable best friend Blazehawk. Windstrike, though he is subjective to occasional bouts of laziness, but no one can fault him for that - he's never claimed to be perfect and isn't gonna start now. Windstrike's a bit rough around the edges, his heart hardened by being bullied and his own insecurities, his speech reflexes this uncut personality of his that's risen to the surface.
Despite coming off as a bit of a 'bad guy', Windstrike's just a big ol' softie, and somewhat of a Mama's boy. He's considerate of she-cats in particular, and is always mindful and gentle when it comes to kits - a sudden softness that contradicts his rough exterior, surely. Windstrike was taught early on that treating she-cats well is going to be what makes him stand out amongst the other toms. Windstrike's mother taught him that she-cats prefer a gentleman over a cat with no manners, and so far he's taken that to heart. However, if you so happen to be a tom, then chances are you won't even get the time of day from him - you're more likely to get provoked into a pointless fight instead.
Brave, sly of nature and with a smugness about him that seems to belie his self-consciousness about his size, it's a wonder he's not more popular amongst the she-cats of LightningClan. He's not a bad lookin' fella, and his dedication and thoughtfulness are sure to earn him mouse-points when it comes to LightningClan's female population, but all the she-cats in the world wouldn't make him happy.
No, Windstrike won't be happy until he's caught the eye of a beautiful she-cat he's been crushing on since his apprentice days - the lovely LightningClan queen, Dovesong.
Shyness and low self-esteem as an apprentice kept him from ever making his feelings clear, and just as he began to redefine himself, striving hard to be a tom worthy of her affection throughout his warrior career, the unthinkable happened. A playboy of a tom by the name of Cloudflight ended up seducing his beautiful Dovesong, and by the time he was 25 moons old, Dovesong had given birth to Frostkit, Snowkit and Icekit.
That was arguably the toughest moon of his life; his heart was broken, but he hid his emotions behind a mask, forced to croak out a congratulations to the stunning queen even if he was sure he'd die of agony because of it. Things were undoubtedly made worse when Cloudflight left Dovesong, apparently no where near as 'dedicated' as he claimed to be, and Windstrike swore upon the name of StarClan that he'd obliterate the tom for his treacherous, libidinous ways - but Dovesong's abhorrence of violence stopped him. The desire to make Dovesong happy protected Cloudflight from Windstrike's wrath stronger than castle walls made of stone, and Windstrike was forced to leave the tom unscathed as he tried to offer Dovesong his support instead.
Only Blazehawk, his closest and oldest friend knows the depth of his suffering and affections for Dovesong, and his pride would prefer to keep it that way. Though these past few moons have been tough on him, Windstrike has been holding firm and steady in the face of adversity, carrying his tail high, his eyes gleaming, heart still foolishly, diligently focused on a she-cat he refuses to give up on.
History:
"Is he supposed to be that small?"
That was the first thing the other queens asked Mistyfur when Windkit was born, the one and only kit in the liter - his size was certainly nothing to write home about. Mistyfur reassured them that Windkit would grow into a healthy young tom, insisting that Windkit's father, Eaglestrike had been born kind of small as well. Eaglestrike had lost his life in a battle against StoneClan a moon prior to Windkit's birth. His father had been strong and brave, and Mistyfur hoped her newborn son would inherit many of his father's best characteristics.
It was a moon and a half after Windkit was born that he met his best friend. Blazekit, having just lost his mother and already lost both siblings, was taken in by Mistyfur, and the two were raised to be practically brothers - though Blazekit's startlingly quick growth and powerful appearance certainly contributed to Windkit's low self-esteem.
Apprenticeship:
At last that fateful day came, when Windkit became Windpaw, apprenticed under a spry warrior-queen by the name of Mottledpelt, with his buddy Blazekit just a moon behind him. By this time, Windpaw was altogether sick and tired of cats making fun of him for his height and his scrawniness, but it wasn't Mottledpelt who gave him boost he needed to start doing something about it - it was the pretty white she-cat, Dovepaw. Determined to impress her, Windpaw attacked his apprenticeship with a tenaciousness that surprised old Mottledpelt, but she kept pace with her overzealous apprentice with ease, channeling his energy into making him a cat worthy of calling himself a LightningClanner.
Working tirelessly to get better, Windpaw got into a great deal of fights at this age, unable to handle the teasing anymore, and soon enough his training began to pay off, and he was sending more and more apprentices to the Medicine Cat's den rather than having to go there himself. Becoming proud, smug and anxious to prove himself, Windpaw held his tail high, hoping his efforts to stand up for himself would be noticed by the she-cat he'd developed feelings for.
They weren't, but Windpaw wasn't daunted by this.
He would just have to try harder.
Warriorhood:
Windpaw became Windstrike at 12 moons, so named for his handsome gray pelt and his unnatural speed, it suited him well, the tom able to become a gale so strong all fell before his wake, or become a gentle breeze when necessary, protective of his mother and kind to she-cats and kits alike. There is one thing that's hounded him ever since he and the newly dubbed Blazehawk became inseparable; though Windstrike is older than his sinewy, muscular tiger-striped friend, everyone assumes it's the opposite due to his stature. It was even so bad that at a gathering one time, a senior RainClan warrior asked if Blazehawk was his mentor.
Windstrike threw a fit! And very nearly 'disrupted' the sacred gathering by attempting to tear the RainClan warrior's whiskers off.
By far the greatest pain Windstrike's ever felt, was when the she-cat he's been chasing after for moons became mates with LightningClan's resident playboy, Cloudflight. He regrets it even to this day that he didn't say something to Dovesong, that he didn't turn her away from the treacherous Cloudflight and towards someone who wasn't likely to ditch once thinks got serious - but Dovesong's happiness had him holding his tongue.
When her kits were born, he hadn't been sure how to feel. On one hand, he was in utter agony over the entire ordeal, and he was a seething mass of jealousy and hatred towards Cloudflight, swearing upon heaven and hell that he'd turn that tom inside out, but on the other hand...
Weary, heartbroken but unable to stay away, Windstrike had gone to visit Dovesong in the nursery, and the moment he saw her face aglow with happiness and a mother's love for those three small bundles of white fur, Windstrike knew he could never harbor any sort of resentment towards them. She loved them more than life itself, she had gotten what she wanted, and that in turn made Windstrike love them just as much.
The fact that Cloudflight's blood ran through their veins no longer made his stomach burn and the muscles in his jaw tighten - if anything, Cloudflight is the last thing on his mind when he sees Frostkit, Snowkit and Icekit - he sees only Dovesong, the she-cat he's been padding after long before Cloudflight ever laid eyes on her.
Wishing to fulfill the role of 'stable father figure' in the young kittens' lives, Windstrike visits the nursery often, bringing stories of his adventures with the LightningClan deputy with him and often the juiciest piece of prey in the whole forest, spoiling them to make up for an entirely absent, inconsiderate jerk of a father.
Windstrike's goal now, is to one day take on one of Dovesong's three kits as his very first apprentice, wishing to prove to her that he can be everything she's looking for and more.
The question remains though, will he ever give up on Dovesong as time wears on and his love remains one-sided? If you asked him, he'd have just one thing to say to that;
"Oh sure, when toads learn to fly!"
Other:
Theme Songs:
Jason Mraz - I Won't Give Up
Gavin DeGraw - Not Over You
Adopted from Eli!
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