Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2016 13:10:25 GMT -5
Name: Blackwing
Age: 86 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: TreeClan
Rank: Senior Warrior
Picture:
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Description:
Blackwing is a particularly large tom. His long, sturdy limbs giving him his often time imposing height and long stride. Despite his age, he still has a thick smattering of muscle that aides him in the large amount of climbing he does. (like most of Treeclan). Though it now has flecks of grey hairs all throughout, Blackwing's pelt was originally as black as the night sky. Only broken up by a few white patches. The most noticeable of which being a patch that runs down his face, covering his neck and part of his chest. Other patches including white socks on all four paws and a white tail tip. Like the rest of him, Blackwing's tail is long and thin. Aiding in giving him the balance he needs for climbing. Blackwing's eyes which were once sharp bright pools of greenish yellow, are slightly duller with his age. His nose is a pale pink coloring with a black smudge at it's tip. Beneath his greying pelt, Blackwing has many scars, all telling a story about the long life he's been living.
Description Summary:
A large shorthaired black and white tom with sharp greenish yellow eyes.
Personality:
Blackwing is not what one would call a sweet tom. Weathered with age, his past has combined to make him a confident yet reserved individual. His most striking trait being his hard headed tendencies. Getting him to believe in something takes a lot of convincing. He is just very set in his ways, so any word to the contrary to what he thinks is right or wrong doesn't go over well. Despite being reserved with others, Blackwing has a softer side that is only truly revealed to his mate Cloudpool. She pulled him out of the darkness when he was only an apprentice. Becoming someone he could trust and confide in. Even with his kits, Blackwing doesn't simply give out affection. He is very aloof in the way he goes about bonding. Strict he doesn't tolerate nonsense. Give him trouble and he'll set you straight faster than you can blink. Blackwing is protective to the extreme, especially of Cloudpool. He'd give his life for his mate without thinking twice. When he was younger, Blackwing was an angry brooding tom. His anger turning into aggression and overall bad behavior. This was quickly tamed by Cloudpool's nurturing friendship. Making him a much more docile though not unimposing member of Treeclan.
History:
Born to Ratkink and Mouseberry out of a litter of 4, Blackkit's life started out normal enough. He like most kits, spent the first few moons of his life tumbling around the nursery causing trouble. Before moving out into the camp to annoy the elders and ask a million questions to any of the warriors who would listen. It wasn't until Blackkit was nearly apprentice age that things started to go downhill. His mother Mouseberry started leaving camp for hours on end, returning smelling rather funny. Blackkit being young didn't think anything of it. That was until one night when he heard his parents arguing. Mouseberry had been visiting with a group of loners outside of Treeclan. She said she liked it there and that she wished to leave Treeclan to join them, but the thing that pissed Ratkink off was she planned on taking their kits. The pair argued, Ratkink forbidding his mate from taking the kits.
As time went on, Mouseberry acted as if Ratkink's anger had cured her urges to leave. But one day in the dead of night Blackkit was awoken. His mother nudging him and his siblings out. She herded them along, sneaking them out of camp. Her plan to take them without Ratkink's knowledge. She nearly made it too, getting all the way to the border. She met some of the loners she planned running off with there, prepared to take her exhausted and confused kits with her. However just as they went to leave Ratkink showed up. A fight ensued, in which Ratkink was severely injured. He managed however to save Blackkit from being dragged away by the loners. Bringing the tom, his only heir home to remain in his rightful place in Treeclan. Ratkink later died of an infection from his wounds. Only a few short moons after Blackkit became an apprentice.
Blackpaw's family torn apart, the young tom become brooding. Depressed, alone he didn't know what to do with himself. His attitude becoming angry, short with others. His life was spiraling around him. he wanted nothing to do with his mentor or the other cats of Treeclan. He simply wanted his father back, his family back. He spent most of his time sleeping in his nest, refusing to eat much of anything. Life seemed bleak for the young tom, that was until he met Cloudpaw. A pretty little she-cat with darling blue-green eyes. She befriended Blackpaw. Becoming the only thing in all of Treeclan he cared for. She taught him to care for himself again, to enjoy life like he had done as a kitten. Being several moons older than Cloudpaw, Blackpaw became a warrior not long after they became friends. It was hard on the pair, who had bonded quickly. Blackpaw renamed Blackwing for his prowess in catching birds by the wings. Determined to aid her in becoming a warrior. Eager for the she-cat to join him in the warriors den. So it was with complete pride, that Blackwing finally got to congratulate his friend on her warrior name, Cloudpool.
A few short moons later the pair was sharing a nest within the warriors den. Not long after, he received some of the best news of his life. (and scariest) He was going to be a father. Sure enough after a short few moons, he was the proud father of three healthy kits. Whitekit, Skykit and Swankit. So on top of working hard on becoming a better cat for his clan than he'd been in the past. Blackwing had kits to protect and look after. He wasn't the greatest of fathers, but he did his best. Adoring the way their kits brought so much joy to Cloudpool. Even when they were off causing loads of trouble. While his kits tumbled about the nursery, Blackwing was assigned his first apprentice. A young brooding tom not unlike himself. He gave Blackwing a hard time on almost everything he did. Blackwing wasn't discouraged however. Rising to the challenge teaching the youngster all he knew. Eventually they became friends and as his apprentice neared his warrior ceremony, Blackwing's own young became apprentices.
Despite his distant relationship with his kits. Blackwing wasn't unloving. Having a particular fondness for Swanpaw. The pair bonding over patrols or simple chats. She was the only one of his kits Blackwing ever really connected with. However he respected the other two just the same, loving them all. So when they became warriors needless to say he was very proud of them all. In particular Whitepaw who became Whiteclaw moons before his other kits. Like before however, life went on. Blackwing remaining in the background of his kits lives. Watching expectantly to see who they would become, how they'd serve their clan. Going on himself to train three more apprentices. Each with there own issues he firmly sorted out.
While Blackwing was out training more apprentices, his mate had become a pillar amongst the queens. Helping with the pregnant queens in the nursery, watching their kits. Nearly every night as he curled up beside her, she chatted him asleep with dreams of having more of their own. Amused by her eagerness he'd playfully teased her, playing hard to get. But eventually he gave in as he always did with the pretty she-cat. And soon Cloudpool was pregnant with her second litter. This one however, never got a chance to see the world. For they were born still after his mate had a bought of greencough during her pregnancy. It broke Cloudpool's heart. For the first time since they'd been together, he was the one trying to cheer her up. Supporting her, forcing her to eat, sleep, continue with her duties. Whatever she needed he was there for her, doing his best to be as strong as he could. To hide what pain he felt over losing their brood.
With time and patience, Cloudpool's broken heart mended. Blackwing bringing her back from the brink. Until at last she was herself again. As much as one could be after such a tragedy. Back to badgering him about more kits. Wanting one more litter before they'd be forced to retire to the elders den. Something Blackwing plans on giving her before their time as warriors ends.
Other: Blackwing is the mate of Cloudpool and father to Skyfall, Swandive & Whiteclaw
Age: 86 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: TreeClan
Rank: Senior Warrior
Picture:
www.findcatnames.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/black-and-white-cat-names-1.jpg
Description:
Blackwing is a particularly large tom. His long, sturdy limbs giving him his often time imposing height and long stride. Despite his age, he still has a thick smattering of muscle that aides him in the large amount of climbing he does. (like most of Treeclan). Though it now has flecks of grey hairs all throughout, Blackwing's pelt was originally as black as the night sky. Only broken up by a few white patches. The most noticeable of which being a patch that runs down his face, covering his neck and part of his chest. Other patches including white socks on all four paws and a white tail tip. Like the rest of him, Blackwing's tail is long and thin. Aiding in giving him the balance he needs for climbing. Blackwing's eyes which were once sharp bright pools of greenish yellow, are slightly duller with his age. His nose is a pale pink coloring with a black smudge at it's tip. Beneath his greying pelt, Blackwing has many scars, all telling a story about the long life he's been living.
Description Summary:
A large shorthaired black and white tom with sharp greenish yellow eyes.
Personality:
Blackwing is not what one would call a sweet tom. Weathered with age, his past has combined to make him a confident yet reserved individual. His most striking trait being his hard headed tendencies. Getting him to believe in something takes a lot of convincing. He is just very set in his ways, so any word to the contrary to what he thinks is right or wrong doesn't go over well. Despite being reserved with others, Blackwing has a softer side that is only truly revealed to his mate Cloudpool. She pulled him out of the darkness when he was only an apprentice. Becoming someone he could trust and confide in. Even with his kits, Blackwing doesn't simply give out affection. He is very aloof in the way he goes about bonding. Strict he doesn't tolerate nonsense. Give him trouble and he'll set you straight faster than you can blink. Blackwing is protective to the extreme, especially of Cloudpool. He'd give his life for his mate without thinking twice. When he was younger, Blackwing was an angry brooding tom. His anger turning into aggression and overall bad behavior. This was quickly tamed by Cloudpool's nurturing friendship. Making him a much more docile though not unimposing member of Treeclan.
History:
Born to Ratkink and Mouseberry out of a litter of 4, Blackkit's life started out normal enough. He like most kits, spent the first few moons of his life tumbling around the nursery causing trouble. Before moving out into the camp to annoy the elders and ask a million questions to any of the warriors who would listen. It wasn't until Blackkit was nearly apprentice age that things started to go downhill. His mother Mouseberry started leaving camp for hours on end, returning smelling rather funny. Blackkit being young didn't think anything of it. That was until one night when he heard his parents arguing. Mouseberry had been visiting with a group of loners outside of Treeclan. She said she liked it there and that she wished to leave Treeclan to join them, but the thing that pissed Ratkink off was she planned on taking their kits. The pair argued, Ratkink forbidding his mate from taking the kits.
As time went on, Mouseberry acted as if Ratkink's anger had cured her urges to leave. But one day in the dead of night Blackkit was awoken. His mother nudging him and his siblings out. She herded them along, sneaking them out of camp. Her plan to take them without Ratkink's knowledge. She nearly made it too, getting all the way to the border. She met some of the loners she planned running off with there, prepared to take her exhausted and confused kits with her. However just as they went to leave Ratkink showed up. A fight ensued, in which Ratkink was severely injured. He managed however to save Blackkit from being dragged away by the loners. Bringing the tom, his only heir home to remain in his rightful place in Treeclan. Ratkink later died of an infection from his wounds. Only a few short moons after Blackkit became an apprentice.
Blackpaw's family torn apart, the young tom become brooding. Depressed, alone he didn't know what to do with himself. His attitude becoming angry, short with others. His life was spiraling around him. he wanted nothing to do with his mentor or the other cats of Treeclan. He simply wanted his father back, his family back. He spent most of his time sleeping in his nest, refusing to eat much of anything. Life seemed bleak for the young tom, that was until he met Cloudpaw. A pretty little she-cat with darling blue-green eyes. She befriended Blackpaw. Becoming the only thing in all of Treeclan he cared for. She taught him to care for himself again, to enjoy life like he had done as a kitten. Being several moons older than Cloudpaw, Blackpaw became a warrior not long after they became friends. It was hard on the pair, who had bonded quickly. Blackpaw renamed Blackwing for his prowess in catching birds by the wings. Determined to aid her in becoming a warrior. Eager for the she-cat to join him in the warriors den. So it was with complete pride, that Blackwing finally got to congratulate his friend on her warrior name, Cloudpool.
A few short moons later the pair was sharing a nest within the warriors den. Not long after, he received some of the best news of his life. (and scariest) He was going to be a father. Sure enough after a short few moons, he was the proud father of three healthy kits. Whitekit, Skykit and Swankit. So on top of working hard on becoming a better cat for his clan than he'd been in the past. Blackwing had kits to protect and look after. He wasn't the greatest of fathers, but he did his best. Adoring the way their kits brought so much joy to Cloudpool. Even when they were off causing loads of trouble. While his kits tumbled about the nursery, Blackwing was assigned his first apprentice. A young brooding tom not unlike himself. He gave Blackwing a hard time on almost everything he did. Blackwing wasn't discouraged however. Rising to the challenge teaching the youngster all he knew. Eventually they became friends and as his apprentice neared his warrior ceremony, Blackwing's own young became apprentices.
Despite his distant relationship with his kits. Blackwing wasn't unloving. Having a particular fondness for Swanpaw. The pair bonding over patrols or simple chats. She was the only one of his kits Blackwing ever really connected with. However he respected the other two just the same, loving them all. So when they became warriors needless to say he was very proud of them all. In particular Whitepaw who became Whiteclaw moons before his other kits. Like before however, life went on. Blackwing remaining in the background of his kits lives. Watching expectantly to see who they would become, how they'd serve their clan. Going on himself to train three more apprentices. Each with there own issues he firmly sorted out.
While Blackwing was out training more apprentices, his mate had become a pillar amongst the queens. Helping with the pregnant queens in the nursery, watching their kits. Nearly every night as he curled up beside her, she chatted him asleep with dreams of having more of their own. Amused by her eagerness he'd playfully teased her, playing hard to get. But eventually he gave in as he always did with the pretty she-cat. And soon Cloudpool was pregnant with her second litter. This one however, never got a chance to see the world. For they were born still after his mate had a bought of greencough during her pregnancy. It broke Cloudpool's heart. For the first time since they'd been together, he was the one trying to cheer her up. Supporting her, forcing her to eat, sleep, continue with her duties. Whatever she needed he was there for her, doing his best to be as strong as he could. To hide what pain he felt over losing their brood.
With time and patience, Cloudpool's broken heart mended. Blackwing bringing her back from the brink. Until at last she was herself again. As much as one could be after such a tragedy. Back to badgering him about more kits. Wanting one more litter before they'd be forced to retire to the elders den. Something Blackwing plans on giving her before their time as warriors ends.
Other: Blackwing is the mate of Cloudpool and father to Skyfall, Swandive & Whiteclaw