Post by Fate Admin on Nov 18, 2012 0:40:18 GMT -5
Name: Oakblaze
Age: 18 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
ADULT
Description:
The runt of his litter, Oak is on the small side for a NightClanner, but not overly so. While both his brother and sister outsize him, he’ll catch up a bit as he grows and his runtiness won’t be so apparent when he’s full grown, though he’s still likely to be smaller than a number of his Clanmates, siblings included. Though he’s smaller, he is rather solidly built, stocky and compact. He has the potential to have quite a lot of physical strength when he’s older, despite being a little smaller than most. His fur is mainly brown in color, with darker brown tabby markings, but he also has splashes of ginger throughout his coat and a creamy white muzzle and chest. His fur is of medium length, not quite as fluffy as his siblings'. His eyes will be an amber-brown color after they change from kitten blue.
Description Summary:
A brown tabby tom with medium length fur and amber-brown eyes.
Personality:
Oakpaw… is an unfortunate sort of individual. He has a knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time and even when he’s trying his hardest something ALWAYS seems to go wrong. He simply has the worst luck and there isn’t much that can be done about it. It doesn’t help that he regularly trips over his own paws. This tom is one clumsy cat and unfortunately for him, it isn’t something he’s likely to grow out of. He trips, stumbles, falls, tumbles, and runs headfirst into things that most any able-bodied cat should easily avoid. Perhaps he could take a trip across camp without tripping over a pebble if his luck wasn’t so horrible, but alas it is just that bad.
However, despite his clumsiness and his horrid luck, this is one cheerful cat. He is ever the optimist, believing things will always get better if he just tries harder, or is patient enough. Tragic really when it comes to his luck because no… it really never will get better no matter how hard he tries and how long he waits. Unfortunate situations, large and small, will follow him wherever he goes until he joins StarClan… then perhaps he will finally get some relief. Overall he is a very pleasant cat to be around, hard-working and happy, friendly, helpful, or at least he tries to be, but with his luck and clumsiness that doesn’t always work out. One thing he does have going for him though is that he is incredibly perseverant. He will never give up no matter how bad things get and will keep on giving his all no matter what.
History:
Bramblesong and Boulderstep were happy and in love; they were a very attractive match, Bramblesong being a pretty blue tortoiseshell, Boulderstep a very masculine dark tabby. Their love story was a favorite amongst the more soft-hearted queens and she-cats of NightClan; Boulderstep had been in love with her since their apprentice days, and had done just about everything he possibly could to win her over, even putting other apprentices down to make himself look good, as he was popular and he just couldn't understand why she wouldn't give him the time of day.
The cold shoulder she kept giving him ended just after they were made warriors, when Boulderstep saved Bramblesong from Demon. It was one of those situations where luck and StarClan has to really be on your side for things to work out alright, and as it turned out, Boulderstep had plenty of both. Fending off Demon bravely, he was able to buy Bramblesong enough time to get into a tree before the saving patrol arrived. Boulderstep had nearly lost an eye, but at the end of the day he had a scar down over one eye, a new place as a respected warrior in NightClan, and the girl he'd always wanted.
Shortly afterwards, they were expecting their first litter, and none were happier for the pair than Boulderstep's brother, Longshadow. At least, for a little while.
The elders had started talking, as elders usually do, but this time it was different than their usual complaints or bouts of nostalgia. They had told Bramblesong with a spark in their eyes that her kits were likely to become great warriors if given the chance, maybe even the next best thing to ever happen to NightClan. Longshadow had always been a superstitious cat, a jealous cat who inwardly loathed his brother for getting the girl he'd always wanted for himself.
Unable to deal with the possibility that Bramblesong and Boulderstep were going to have the next generation of NightClan's future legends, he contemplated killing her, but his own attachment, his own lingering love for the she-cat prevented him from doing so.
A short while later, Bramblesong's kits were born, and it was just as the elders had said, three, Oak, Ash and Thorn, just like the poem old Newtclaw had spoke of:
“Of all the trees that grow so fair, / Old Forest to adorn, / Greater are none beneath the Sun, / Than Oak and Ash and Thorn.”
She named the first born tom, a buff-colored kitten who was bigger than his siblings, Thornkit. The middle kit, a pretty she-cat with dark gray fur, became Ashkit, and the runt of the litter, a lighter tabby though close in appearance to his father, became Oak-kit. There was no longer any hesitation over what he must do.
He had to get rid of those kittens.
Bramblesong's life came to an end thanks to a quail stuffed with death berries, and the three kits were kidnapped, Longshadow, despite being as crooked as they come, could not kill his niece and nephews himself. Boulderstep, knowing what had happened, chased after the kit-stealer, and confronted him at the river. Boulderstep was brawnier, smarter and fighting with a rage spurned on by grief and betrayal. Had he not slipped upon the rocks, bashed his head and drowned, Longshadow's treachery would've ended right then and there.
After covering the kittens in wild garlic, Longshadow then scattered them, leaving the oldest by the river, leaving Ashkit in the moorlands of LightningClan territory, and he abandoned the runt of the litter in the farthest, swampiest corner of NightClan's territory. Assuming nature would do the rest, the tom had returned home, singing a sad tale that Boulderstep had snapped, killed his mate, drowned his kits before drowning himself, and that he, the noble Longshadow had tried to stop it.
Age: 18 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
ADULT
Description:
The runt of his litter, Oak is on the small side for a NightClanner, but not overly so. While both his brother and sister outsize him, he’ll catch up a bit as he grows and his runtiness won’t be so apparent when he’s full grown, though he’s still likely to be smaller than a number of his Clanmates, siblings included. Though he’s smaller, he is rather solidly built, stocky and compact. He has the potential to have quite a lot of physical strength when he’s older, despite being a little smaller than most. His fur is mainly brown in color, with darker brown tabby markings, but he also has splashes of ginger throughout his coat and a creamy white muzzle and chest. His fur is of medium length, not quite as fluffy as his siblings'. His eyes will be an amber-brown color after they change from kitten blue.
Description Summary:
A brown tabby tom with medium length fur and amber-brown eyes.
Personality:
Oakpaw… is an unfortunate sort of individual. He has a knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time and even when he’s trying his hardest something ALWAYS seems to go wrong. He simply has the worst luck and there isn’t much that can be done about it. It doesn’t help that he regularly trips over his own paws. This tom is one clumsy cat and unfortunately for him, it isn’t something he’s likely to grow out of. He trips, stumbles, falls, tumbles, and runs headfirst into things that most any able-bodied cat should easily avoid. Perhaps he could take a trip across camp without tripping over a pebble if his luck wasn’t so horrible, but alas it is just that bad.
However, despite his clumsiness and his horrid luck, this is one cheerful cat. He is ever the optimist, believing things will always get better if he just tries harder, or is patient enough. Tragic really when it comes to his luck because no… it really never will get better no matter how hard he tries and how long he waits. Unfortunate situations, large and small, will follow him wherever he goes until he joins StarClan… then perhaps he will finally get some relief. Overall he is a very pleasant cat to be around, hard-working and happy, friendly, helpful, or at least he tries to be, but with his luck and clumsiness that doesn’t always work out. One thing he does have going for him though is that he is incredibly perseverant. He will never give up no matter how bad things get and will keep on giving his all no matter what.
History:
Bramblesong and Boulderstep were happy and in love; they were a very attractive match, Bramblesong being a pretty blue tortoiseshell, Boulderstep a very masculine dark tabby. Their love story was a favorite amongst the more soft-hearted queens and she-cats of NightClan; Boulderstep had been in love with her since their apprentice days, and had done just about everything he possibly could to win her over, even putting other apprentices down to make himself look good, as he was popular and he just couldn't understand why she wouldn't give him the time of day.
The cold shoulder she kept giving him ended just after they were made warriors, when Boulderstep saved Bramblesong from Demon. It was one of those situations where luck and StarClan has to really be on your side for things to work out alright, and as it turned out, Boulderstep had plenty of both. Fending off Demon bravely, he was able to buy Bramblesong enough time to get into a tree before the saving patrol arrived. Boulderstep had nearly lost an eye, but at the end of the day he had a scar down over one eye, a new place as a respected warrior in NightClan, and the girl he'd always wanted.
Shortly afterwards, they were expecting their first litter, and none were happier for the pair than Boulderstep's brother, Longshadow. At least, for a little while.
The elders had started talking, as elders usually do, but this time it was different than their usual complaints or bouts of nostalgia. They had told Bramblesong with a spark in their eyes that her kits were likely to become great warriors if given the chance, maybe even the next best thing to ever happen to NightClan. Longshadow had always been a superstitious cat, a jealous cat who inwardly loathed his brother for getting the girl he'd always wanted for himself.
Unable to deal with the possibility that Bramblesong and Boulderstep were going to have the next generation of NightClan's future legends, he contemplated killing her, but his own attachment, his own lingering love for the she-cat prevented him from doing so.
A short while later, Bramblesong's kits were born, and it was just as the elders had said, three, Oak, Ash and Thorn, just like the poem old Newtclaw had spoke of:
“Of all the trees that grow so fair, / Old Forest to adorn, / Greater are none beneath the Sun, / Than Oak and Ash and Thorn.”
She named the first born tom, a buff-colored kitten who was bigger than his siblings, Thornkit. The middle kit, a pretty she-cat with dark gray fur, became Ashkit, and the runt of the litter, a lighter tabby though close in appearance to his father, became Oak-kit. There was no longer any hesitation over what he must do.
He had to get rid of those kittens.
Bramblesong's life came to an end thanks to a quail stuffed with death berries, and the three kits were kidnapped, Longshadow, despite being as crooked as they come, could not kill his niece and nephews himself. Boulderstep, knowing what had happened, chased after the kit-stealer, and confronted him at the river. Boulderstep was brawnier, smarter and fighting with a rage spurned on by grief and betrayal. Had he not slipped upon the rocks, bashed his head and drowned, Longshadow's treachery would've ended right then and there.
After covering the kittens in wild garlic, Longshadow then scattered them, leaving the oldest by the river, leaving Ashkit in the moorlands of LightningClan territory, and he abandoned the runt of the litter in the farthest, swampiest corner of NightClan's territory. Assuming nature would do the rest, the tom had returned home, singing a sad tale that Boulderstep had snapped, killed his mate, drowned his kits before drowning himself, and that he, the noble Longshadow had tried to stop it.