Post by DWF on Apr 9, 2015 23:19:22 GMT -5
Name: Thunderkit » Thunderpaw » Thunderheart » Thunderstar
Sex: Tom
Age: 51 moons {4 years 3 months}
Clan: SunClan
Rank: Leader
Eye Colour: Copper
Reference: oi61.tinypic.com/ev4yva.jpg
A black tom with copper eyes and a smudge of white on his chest; an unusual amount of toes {24 total}
Strength: 3
Defense: 3
Agility: 2
Stealth: 3
Tracking: 4
Personality: Thunderstar is a cat that likes to put on a face. He'd do anything for his clan, and that includes letting himself suffer. As a warrior, he was taught to fight to the death for his clan. And that he will. He will never show them weakness. They need a leader they can look up to. Unfortunately, this leads to his biggest problems.
Thunderstar is prone to high anxiety. Little things become very big in his mind. Sometimes they weigh him down until he feels like he can't go on. But he must. For his clan. Due to this, he has a strong will and mind. He is a skilled problemsolver but sometimes a scatter brain, and prone some days to burst from the high pressure of being leader. He won't let any cat see this, though. But in a battle, he is not the oponent you would line up to fight.
Thunderstar has unending patience with younger cats. He finds particular enjoyment in training apprentices and assisting his warriors in times of crisis. He'd hate to admit it, but it gives him sort of a feeling of fatherly power of his cats. Not to say he is overly ambitious, but not atogether a modest cat.
While physically not the most agile or eligent, Thunderstar is an efficient tracker and hunter. He is an average cat in the ways of strength but equally good defending himself.
History: Thunderstar was born to a respected she-cat of the clan named Echofeather. His father either wanted nothing to do with him, or was a stranger to the clan. To either affect, he never learned of his paternal history. He has always been slightly bothered by this, but only when someone accuses him of something because of his unknown heritage.
When Thunderstar was born, there was definitely uncertainty. His only sibling, an unnamed she-kit, was stillborn. He, himself, was born with extra toes. The medicine cat and his own mother were unsure whether his extra digits were a gift or a bad omen of Starclan. Dismissing it after a few long days of thought, his mother named him Thunderkit for his ominous birth and treated him mostly as a normal kit.
Luckily, (or unluckily) Thunderkit was Echofeather's only surviving kit. He had no siblings to tease him. But also no siblings to defend him. The other kits in the nursery acted as if his toes were plague. They avoided him, and accused him of being infectious. This caused him much grief and he found himself wishing he was not clanborn. That was the case, until his apprenticeship naming ceremony.
He was given a good-humored and tolerant older warrior as a mentor. At first he was skeptical, but he grew to love Whiskerpelt as the father he never knew. He enjoyed his trainging but wished it would go by faster. He wanted to be a warrior, and someday, perhaps leader.
Thunderpaw learned at a fairly average rate, excelling in hunting like Echofeather had. He became a warrior a bit late, having his perceaved last assesssment interrupted by a large storm. This earned him the name Thunderheart. For a bit, there was speculation by his fellow young warriors that the storm had been a sign--adding to the unspoken discontentment with him in the clan.
Not long after his naming ceremony, a badger found its way to the camp. It tore into the nursery almost immediately. The first to notice, besides the queens, was sadly the loyal Whiskerpelt. He was dispatched quickly before the other warriors were able to get at the badger. Seeing his former mentor's body at the beast's paws, he set upon it with a fury unlike any other than vengence. With the whole of the clan at its back, the lumbering brute was sent quickly on its way. But not without casualties. Two kits were killed, leaving the clan without prospective warriors and a strong senior warrior.
This sent Thunderheart into a slump. He spent most of his time in his head, and when anyone spoke to him, only replied curtly and halfheartedly. Hunting was his only small joy. Desperate to cheer the promising young warrior, the leader gave him an apprentice{can be a cat in-role}. He suddenly felt life in him, again. He coudln't wait to share all he knew with this young, innocent cat. He grew very close to this cat, and is still quite fond of them.
Thunderheart then gained a sturdy enough spot in the clan. Once again, his physical oddities were brushed aside, and he was respected for his courage in attacking the badger and his wisdom in training another fine warrior. He had higher ambitions, however, and simply being a loyal warrior wasn't all he wanted. Not that there was anything wrong with that.
He tried showing off, leading as many patrols as he could attend, catching as much prey as he could in the time he had between patrols, and speaking with the leader. He was particulary proud of his light comments about his opinion on something, and how often his leader applied his ideas.
The deputy at the time was getting old and relinquished his place to become an elder with his mate. Thunderheart hoped--but didn't really believe--that he would become deputy. When he heard his name spoken, he felt as if in a dream. He was still fairly young, but he showed promise, as the leader said.
Seasons past, and as happens, the leader steadily lost their remaining lives. It would be tedious to tell all that happened to Thunderheart or clan, as you can imagine. Thunderheart's mother passed due to age, new kits were born, elders passed, and the clan prospered. Thunderhear became leader, given his nine lives by his close ancestors, the former leader, and finally kind Whiskerpelt. Since then, Thunderstar has gained wisdom and become a smart and well-rounded, if flawed, leader.
Heritage: Mother: Echofeather-warrior-deceased
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Unnamed sister-kit-diceased
Role-Play Example: Sunlight peaked through the lichen covering the den entrance. Thunderstar growled quietly at the harsh end of his sleep. He rolled over in his nest, hoping to get a few seconds more of sleep. Just a morsel, a moment where he was warm and his head was silent. He heard the slight rustle of the branches of the warriors' den and knew that was not going to happen, now.
With a rolling, tired mew, he sat up. He stretched his front legs for a long moment. He closed his eyes as he was obsorbed in the moment of stillness. Standing up, he shook out his fur and peeked through the lichen curtain. Only a few warriors were silhouetted in the clearing. He cleaned up his fur with a few quick licks of his tongue and slipped out of his den.
He nodded to the few cats already awake. He remebered the days when he was on their end. When the previous leader slept under the highrock. He looked up to the lightening sky. Starclan, how things had changed.
Sex: Tom
Age: 51 moons {4 years 3 months}
Clan: SunClan
Rank: Leader
Eye Colour: Copper
Reference: oi61.tinypic.com/ev4yva.jpg
A black tom with copper eyes and a smudge of white on his chest; an unusual amount of toes {24 total}
Strength: 3
Defense: 3
Agility: 2
Stealth: 3
Tracking: 4
Personality: Thunderstar is a cat that likes to put on a face. He'd do anything for his clan, and that includes letting himself suffer. As a warrior, he was taught to fight to the death for his clan. And that he will. He will never show them weakness. They need a leader they can look up to. Unfortunately, this leads to his biggest problems.
Thunderstar is prone to high anxiety. Little things become very big in his mind. Sometimes they weigh him down until he feels like he can't go on. But he must. For his clan. Due to this, he has a strong will and mind. He is a skilled problemsolver but sometimes a scatter brain, and prone some days to burst from the high pressure of being leader. He won't let any cat see this, though. But in a battle, he is not the oponent you would line up to fight.
Thunderstar has unending patience with younger cats. He finds particular enjoyment in training apprentices and assisting his warriors in times of crisis. He'd hate to admit it, but it gives him sort of a feeling of fatherly power of his cats. Not to say he is overly ambitious, but not atogether a modest cat.
While physically not the most agile or eligent, Thunderstar is an efficient tracker and hunter. He is an average cat in the ways of strength but equally good defending himself.
History: Thunderstar was born to a respected she-cat of the clan named Echofeather. His father either wanted nothing to do with him, or was a stranger to the clan. To either affect, he never learned of his paternal history. He has always been slightly bothered by this, but only when someone accuses him of something because of his unknown heritage.
When Thunderstar was born, there was definitely uncertainty. His only sibling, an unnamed she-kit, was stillborn. He, himself, was born with extra toes. The medicine cat and his own mother were unsure whether his extra digits were a gift or a bad omen of Starclan. Dismissing it after a few long days of thought, his mother named him Thunderkit for his ominous birth and treated him mostly as a normal kit.
Luckily, (or unluckily) Thunderkit was Echofeather's only surviving kit. He had no siblings to tease him. But also no siblings to defend him. The other kits in the nursery acted as if his toes were plague. They avoided him, and accused him of being infectious. This caused him much grief and he found himself wishing he was not clanborn. That was the case, until his apprenticeship naming ceremony.
He was given a good-humored and tolerant older warrior as a mentor. At first he was skeptical, but he grew to love Whiskerpelt as the father he never knew. He enjoyed his trainging but wished it would go by faster. He wanted to be a warrior, and someday, perhaps leader.
Thunderpaw learned at a fairly average rate, excelling in hunting like Echofeather had. He became a warrior a bit late, having his perceaved last assesssment interrupted by a large storm. This earned him the name Thunderheart. For a bit, there was speculation by his fellow young warriors that the storm had been a sign--adding to the unspoken discontentment with him in the clan.
Not long after his naming ceremony, a badger found its way to the camp. It tore into the nursery almost immediately. The first to notice, besides the queens, was sadly the loyal Whiskerpelt. He was dispatched quickly before the other warriors were able to get at the badger. Seeing his former mentor's body at the beast's paws, he set upon it with a fury unlike any other than vengence. With the whole of the clan at its back, the lumbering brute was sent quickly on its way. But not without casualties. Two kits were killed, leaving the clan without prospective warriors and a strong senior warrior.
This sent Thunderheart into a slump. He spent most of his time in his head, and when anyone spoke to him, only replied curtly and halfheartedly. Hunting was his only small joy. Desperate to cheer the promising young warrior, the leader gave him an apprentice{can be a cat in-role}. He suddenly felt life in him, again. He coudln't wait to share all he knew with this young, innocent cat. He grew very close to this cat, and is still quite fond of them.
Thunderheart then gained a sturdy enough spot in the clan. Once again, his physical oddities were brushed aside, and he was respected for his courage in attacking the badger and his wisdom in training another fine warrior. He had higher ambitions, however, and simply being a loyal warrior wasn't all he wanted. Not that there was anything wrong with that.
He tried showing off, leading as many patrols as he could attend, catching as much prey as he could in the time he had between patrols, and speaking with the leader. He was particulary proud of his light comments about his opinion on something, and how often his leader applied his ideas.
The deputy at the time was getting old and relinquished his place to become an elder with his mate. Thunderheart hoped--but didn't really believe--that he would become deputy. When he heard his name spoken, he felt as if in a dream. He was still fairly young, but he showed promise, as the leader said.
Seasons past, and as happens, the leader steadily lost their remaining lives. It would be tedious to tell all that happened to Thunderheart or clan, as you can imagine. Thunderheart's mother passed due to age, new kits were born, elders passed, and the clan prospered. Thunderhear became leader, given his nine lives by his close ancestors, the former leader, and finally kind Whiskerpelt. Since then, Thunderstar has gained wisdom and become a smart and well-rounded, if flawed, leader.
Heritage: Mother: Echofeather-warrior-deceased
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Unnamed sister-kit-diceased
Role-Play Example: Sunlight peaked through the lichen covering the den entrance. Thunderstar growled quietly at the harsh end of his sleep. He rolled over in his nest, hoping to get a few seconds more of sleep. Just a morsel, a moment where he was warm and his head was silent. He heard the slight rustle of the branches of the warriors' den and knew that was not going to happen, now.
With a rolling, tired mew, he sat up. He stretched his front legs for a long moment. He closed his eyes as he was obsorbed in the moment of stillness. Standing up, he shook out his fur and peeked through the lichen curtain. Only a few warriors were silhouetted in the clearing. He cleaned up his fur with a few quick licks of his tongue and slipped out of his den.
He nodded to the few cats already awake. He remebered the days when he was on their end. When the previous leader slept under the highrock. He looked up to the lightening sky. Starclan, how things had changed.
