Post by Justice on Oct 12, 2016 23:57:23 GMT -5
Name: Falconkit > Falconpaw > Falconstorm
Age: 88 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: TreeClan, now GaleClan
Rank: Senior Warrior
Picture:
Description: Falconstorm is a large, compactly built tom. His fur is a light fawn color with white blending into it. The white fur extends all along his underside up to his face where it collides with a darker smattering of brown fur that covers the top of his face, head, and ears. His fur is long and thick, during the cold seasons it gets thicker. The downside is that once it gets warm he tends to shed allot. His tail is long and fluffy and is often seen being brushed along various clan members shoulders when he wishes to get their attention and they're otherwise occupied in conversation. He has large paws and sharp claws, though his legs are actually pretty short. He has pale blue eyes surrounded on the top by brown fur and by white fur around the rest. He has a small pink nose and long white whiskers.
Description Summary: A large, longhaired tom with light fawn and white fur and blue eyes.
Personality: Falconstorm is brusque, straight to the point, with little cushioning even on the most dire of news. He believes that beating around a point is pointless and will cut off cats that are dawdling around saying something, particularly to him. He's meticulous in everything he does and believes that if he's going to do something, it'll be with absolutely all of his focus and ability. Never one to do something halfway, or to leave it partially done, this tom has been known to work himself into the ground. Especially if its on something that can benefit the Clan as a whole.
In the case of kits and queens this tom's attitude takes a complete turn. He's firm but gentle to them, often butting them with his large head or nudging one with a paw. He finds kits to be fascinating and respects a queen of any age over nearly everyone else in the clan. After all, what greater strength in a cat is there than the strength to bring new life into a clan?
History: Falconstorm was born as Falconkit to Leafbrindle and Lakemist. He was one in a litter of four, and he was the largest in his litter. His mother Lakemist, died shortly after the kitting. So Falconkit and his siblings were offered over to a nursing queen who had lost her kits to greencough shortly before. Honeysong was the only mother the four kits ever knew, and wouldn't be told any different until they were old enough to understand the concept of death. Falconkit nearly lost his father shortly after becoming an apprentice at six moons. He'd been out with his mentor when the news found them, and everyone came back to camp. Foxes had attacked TreeClan. One dead and many more injured, and a kit taken.
By this time Falconkit had become Falconpaw and was being mentored by a tom called Cedarclaw, whom he respected very much. Falconpaw was compact, his legs short and making hunting hard at first, but he was confident the rest of his body would catch up eventually. So he trained hard, followed after his mentor diligently, and learned. TreeClan had it hard that season with the attack by the foxes and ambushing another clan. Things that Falconpaw was too young to assist with, which he hated. More than anything else, Falconpaw wanted to be able to help his clan.
As he grew into himself Falconstorm slowly started pushing himself more and more, sometimes to his own detriment. The number of scoldings he got from those that knew him grew as he could often be found collapsed outside the dens. It was the she-cat who nursed he and his siblings that finally figured out a way to get him to take care of himself. She introduced him to a litter of kits, only three moons old, and watched as the sarcastic tom dissolved into a gentle male. He loved spending time in the nursery when he wasn't hunting or patrolling, when he wasn't needed elsewhere. His long fur made the perfect nest for little kits, and his willingness to allow his tail to be pounced on often earned him kit sitting duties. He didn't mind.
His early years as a warrior were filled with the same dangers that faced TreeClan at the time. Though he considered taking on an apprentice more than once ultimately Falconstorm was glad he never took one. He didn't consider himself a very good teacher, and had little tolerance for stupidity. Currently this young tom spends his days between the duties of a warrior and kit sitting as often as he can be talked into it.
Eventually Falconstorm was chosen to be Bluejay's apprentice; a medicine cat. He would follow in her pawsteps in becomming TreeClan's medicine cat and would serve them for many years. But the path of the medicine cat wasn't really suited to the way Falconstorm's personality became. It steadily declined his mental health until he could barely complete his duties, and once the quakes came he made the choice to help see his clan to safety then go and stay with one of the few cats that still helped his mental state. Afterword, and with some experimenting with certain herbs, his mental state finally stabilized and Falconstorm went back to being a warrior. Now he's trying to find his place in this new world in a new clan with cats that he doesn't know many of.
RP Example:
Why did history have to decide to repeat itself? More importantly, why did it have to happen when he was patrolling with a cat that had a young apprentice? Blasted foxes, like what had nearly killed his father when he was an apprentice himself. He didn't really have to worry about the other warrior, he could take care of himself. His apprentice, however, was another story. They'd both told the little she-cat to climb a tree, to get away from the danger that was upon them. Warriors could deal with a fox, with enough of them, but a young apprentice? She stood no chance.
Unfortunately, the little she-cat hadn't made the trees in time and was stuck in a rabbit warren. So...so...what was there to do. He wasn't about to let her die, not when they could help her. Falconstorm considered things quickly. There were two foxes, adolescent if he was any judge of their size, and two of them. Young warriors and two foxes, this wasn't a fight they could win. Not by themselves. So, they needed to get the apprentice and get back to camp, warn Lionstar.
"We have to do something." The warrior next to him hissed from the tree branch just above his own.
Falconstorm gave the other tom a sideways look, then looked around. What he found made a grin slowly form across his features. "Skunk." He told the other. It was like they were of a similar mind, because the other tom immediately set off to chase the skunk into the path of the foxes. A scared skunk sprayed, and skunk stink chased off many animals. The two warriors were likely going to have to see Bluejay after this, just to get the smell out of their fur, if the medicine cat even knew how. He did not look forward to that.
The small skunk darted into the path of the foxes, but they, being youngsters, didn't seem to know what it was they were looking at until one tried to attack the skunk and got sprayed. In the face. A high shriek from the fox was heard in the clearing before both ran off. He sighed lowly but kept his guard up as he dropped down from the tree and ran over to the rabbit warren.
"Are you alright?"
Other:Neurodivergent[Extreme] ~ Bipolar Disorder
Age: 88 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: TreeClan, now GaleClan
Rank: Senior Warrior
Picture:
Description: Falconstorm is a large, compactly built tom. His fur is a light fawn color with white blending into it. The white fur extends all along his underside up to his face where it collides with a darker smattering of brown fur that covers the top of his face, head, and ears. His fur is long and thick, during the cold seasons it gets thicker. The downside is that once it gets warm he tends to shed allot. His tail is long and fluffy and is often seen being brushed along various clan members shoulders when he wishes to get their attention and they're otherwise occupied in conversation. He has large paws and sharp claws, though his legs are actually pretty short. He has pale blue eyes surrounded on the top by brown fur and by white fur around the rest. He has a small pink nose and long white whiskers.
Description Summary: A large, longhaired tom with light fawn and white fur and blue eyes.
Personality: Falconstorm is brusque, straight to the point, with little cushioning even on the most dire of news. He believes that beating around a point is pointless and will cut off cats that are dawdling around saying something, particularly to him. He's meticulous in everything he does and believes that if he's going to do something, it'll be with absolutely all of his focus and ability. Never one to do something halfway, or to leave it partially done, this tom has been known to work himself into the ground. Especially if its on something that can benefit the Clan as a whole.
In the case of kits and queens this tom's attitude takes a complete turn. He's firm but gentle to them, often butting them with his large head or nudging one with a paw. He finds kits to be fascinating and respects a queen of any age over nearly everyone else in the clan. After all, what greater strength in a cat is there than the strength to bring new life into a clan?
History: Falconstorm was born as Falconkit to Leafbrindle and Lakemist. He was one in a litter of four, and he was the largest in his litter. His mother Lakemist, died shortly after the kitting. So Falconkit and his siblings were offered over to a nursing queen who had lost her kits to greencough shortly before. Honeysong was the only mother the four kits ever knew, and wouldn't be told any different until they were old enough to understand the concept of death. Falconkit nearly lost his father shortly after becoming an apprentice at six moons. He'd been out with his mentor when the news found them, and everyone came back to camp. Foxes had attacked TreeClan. One dead and many more injured, and a kit taken.
By this time Falconkit had become Falconpaw and was being mentored by a tom called Cedarclaw, whom he respected very much. Falconpaw was compact, his legs short and making hunting hard at first, but he was confident the rest of his body would catch up eventually. So he trained hard, followed after his mentor diligently, and learned. TreeClan had it hard that season with the attack by the foxes and ambushing another clan. Things that Falconpaw was too young to assist with, which he hated. More than anything else, Falconpaw wanted to be able to help his clan.
As he grew into himself Falconstorm slowly started pushing himself more and more, sometimes to his own detriment. The number of scoldings he got from those that knew him grew as he could often be found collapsed outside the dens. It was the she-cat who nursed he and his siblings that finally figured out a way to get him to take care of himself. She introduced him to a litter of kits, only three moons old, and watched as the sarcastic tom dissolved into a gentle male. He loved spending time in the nursery when he wasn't hunting or patrolling, when he wasn't needed elsewhere. His long fur made the perfect nest for little kits, and his willingness to allow his tail to be pounced on often earned him kit sitting duties. He didn't mind.
His early years as a warrior were filled with the same dangers that faced TreeClan at the time. Though he considered taking on an apprentice more than once ultimately Falconstorm was glad he never took one. He didn't consider himself a very good teacher, and had little tolerance for stupidity. Currently this young tom spends his days between the duties of a warrior and kit sitting as often as he can be talked into it.
Eventually Falconstorm was chosen to be Bluejay's apprentice; a medicine cat. He would follow in her pawsteps in becomming TreeClan's medicine cat and would serve them for many years. But the path of the medicine cat wasn't really suited to the way Falconstorm's personality became. It steadily declined his mental health until he could barely complete his duties, and once the quakes came he made the choice to help see his clan to safety then go and stay with one of the few cats that still helped his mental state. Afterword, and with some experimenting with certain herbs, his mental state finally stabilized and Falconstorm went back to being a warrior. Now he's trying to find his place in this new world in a new clan with cats that he doesn't know many of.
RP Example:
Why did history have to decide to repeat itself? More importantly, why did it have to happen when he was patrolling with a cat that had a young apprentice? Blasted foxes, like what had nearly killed his father when he was an apprentice himself. He didn't really have to worry about the other warrior, he could take care of himself. His apprentice, however, was another story. They'd both told the little she-cat to climb a tree, to get away from the danger that was upon them. Warriors could deal with a fox, with enough of them, but a young apprentice? She stood no chance.
Unfortunately, the little she-cat hadn't made the trees in time and was stuck in a rabbit warren. So...so...what was there to do. He wasn't about to let her die, not when they could help her. Falconstorm considered things quickly. There were two foxes, adolescent if he was any judge of their size, and two of them. Young warriors and two foxes, this wasn't a fight they could win. Not by themselves. So, they needed to get the apprentice and get back to camp, warn Lionstar.
"We have to do something." The warrior next to him hissed from the tree branch just above his own.
Falconstorm gave the other tom a sideways look, then looked around. What he found made a grin slowly form across his features. "Skunk." He told the other. It was like they were of a similar mind, because the other tom immediately set off to chase the skunk into the path of the foxes. A scared skunk sprayed, and skunk stink chased off many animals. The two warriors were likely going to have to see Bluejay after this, just to get the smell out of their fur, if the medicine cat even knew how. He did not look forward to that.
The small skunk darted into the path of the foxes, but they, being youngsters, didn't seem to know what it was they were looking at until one tried to attack the skunk and got sprayed. In the face. A high shriek from the fox was heard in the clearing before both ran off. He sighed lowly but kept his guard up as he dropped down from the tree and ran over to the rabbit warren.
"Are you alright?"
Other:Neurodivergent[Extreme] ~ Bipolar Disorder