Post by Lycanea on Apr 19, 2015 1:59:11 GMT -5
Name: Thistlekit » Thistlepaw » Thistlefang » Thistlestar
Sex: Tom
Age: 36 Moons
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Leader
Eye Colour: Light green
Reference: i.imgur.com/I7Hv823.jpg
A small classic tabby (or blotched).
Strength: 4
Defense: 4
Agility: 2
Stealth: 2
Tracking: 3
Personality:
Thistlestar manifests charisma and confidence, two of the most important skills he has, in his opinion. The reason why, is simple. When darkness descends upon his Clan, and they turn to him seeking comfort and guidance, even if he doesn't feel confident himself, he is able to show his clanmates that he is worthy to lead them, by not giving up and portraying that he knows exactly what to do, even if that may not be the case.
Unfortunately, Thistlestar thinks that he must carry all burdens himself, which a lot of the times, weigh him down when he manages to find a few moments to himself. With the weight of the world on his shoulders, and refusing to share his concerns and thoughts with anyone else, he is prone to becoming depressed, or even maniac, trying to seek out a way to solve all the problems he foresees for the Clan. Of course, the Clan themselves don't know that he can be quite insane and gloomy, as he would never show them that side of himself.
Another skill he has, is projecting authority in a unique way that draws a group around a common objective. With this skill, he has avoided many fights between the other Clans, and even among his own clanmates. He finds this skill the most useful, as more often than not, someone is trying to start something with others, which he finds highly irritating. Though he won't show it, he has a large distaste for the other Clans, due to past history and those that try to push their territory.
His merciless level of rationality, and drive, guarantees he will not stop at nothing to achieve whatever goal it is that he has set for himself and his Clan, even if it means the end of another Clan, just so his own can survive and carry on towards the next issue to arise.
One thing Thistlestar loves, is a good challenge, small or big. He believes that with enough time and enough resources, he can accomplish anything he sets his mind to. However, as said before, he is prone to becoming dejected should he start battling too many problems or challenges at once. Yet, he continues to over think and evaluate foreseeable and unforeseeable problems, even if he doesn't wish to fight those battles, much to his vexation.
When it all comes to the end, Thistlestar pushes his objective through sheer will power, not giving up even when most cats would, and instead starts pushing his clanmates along with him, which more often than not achieves positive, even astounding results. Working together proves more successful than working alone, though Thistlestar doesn't seem to get that concept.
Though it may seem like he is the near perfect leader, he is far from it. Thistlestar's undoing is his lack of emotion and ruthlessness he presents to the world.
In truth, Thistlestar thinks that showing emotions is considered weak and pitiful, which makes it easy for him to make enemies, especially with those among his own Clan. Devoid of most emotions when appearing in front of his Clan, he may come off as rude and sarcastic at times, however, that is not his intent. He just generally does not get emotions. They confuse him more than anything else in his small world.
Another thing that his clanmembers may view as an annoyance, is his way of lashing out and obliterating the feelings of those he views as lazy, or incompetent. Again, this is another quality he has in where he unintentionally could make a few enemies among his Clan.
Thistlestar respects those that are willing to stand up to him on an intellect level, and able to act with a unique quality and precision. Because of this, he is always seeking for those that are able to rationalize instead of using their feelings, which has enabled him to recognize the talents of others. He pities fools that act upon their feelings instead of analyzing all possible outcomes.
One of his largest faults he has a distinctive skill in calling out others on their failures with a large amount of bone chilling insensitivity. Even after crushing someone for their faults, due to him locking up emotions, he doesn't even feel guilty about it.
History:
Kit:
If Thistlekit could be summed up in one word, it would either be fascinated, or lonesome. Due to his quirky personality, he didn't care to play, and instead would sit for hours upon hours inside the nursery, listening to his mother talk of great tales of fearsome leaders of Thunderclan, and their brave warriors. If there was one thing that Thistlekit wanted that was what the majority of other kits wanted, it was to become a warrior and live his mother's tales.
While his mother, Honeyfur, was patient and gentle towards him, his father couldn't understand his kit's odd behavior. For some time, he tried to coax Thistlekit out of the nursery, to play with his siblings, however, the kit always ignored his father, and instead turned his awed and excited gaze back towards his mother, waiting for her to feed him more stories, which made his father resent him more than it should have.
His mother was his world. He lived and breathed on her stories, dreamed of them, but curiously, never attempted to act them out. He would watch his siblings from the entrance of the nursery, when his mother was resting, but he would never join them. Because of this, he was estranged from them, and they from him. It was as if they belonged to some other she-cat residing in the nursery.
Thornkit, his brother, found him to be rather distasteful, and whenever the chance presented itself, he would trip up or shove his younger brother roughly, and then proceeded to laugh as Thistlekit floundered around in the dirt. However, the younger kit would merely pick himself up and move closer to his mother, whom he glorified as his protector.
His two sisters, Pinefrost, and Heatherpelt tried to persuade him to join them for some time, but after many failed attempted, they gave up, and after that, ignored him all together. Which was for the better, in the kit's opinion.
Apprentice:
Right up until the day he became an apprentice, he never left the nursery. The day he was to become an apprentice, he noticed a tangible excitement surrounding his siblings, but he didn't know, or didn't care to ask why they were so excited. Instead, he turned towards his mother, waiting for her to tell him the tales he had heard a thousand times before.
Imaging his surprise when she stood up and started nudging him towards the nursery entrance. Too stunned to refuse, he was thrust out into the bright world. His clanmembers were quite surprised to see him as well, due to the fact they had only seen the young kit at the nursery entrance, never up close.
His siblings already stood beneath the highrock, their eyes gleaming with pride and perhaps a small portion of anxiety. Standing besides them, he never felt so lost in his life. And though he tried to locate his mother in the unfamiliar faces, he couldn't see her.
Suddenly, the leader spoke, and it was all young Thistlekit could do not to jump up in fright. For standing high above him, was a cat very much like the honored cats in his mother's stories. He remembered the larger cat staring down at him with a friendly gaze, and though the cat was giant compared to his tiny form, Thistlekit felt safe for the first time since being outside.
Dubbed Thistlepaw, to the mentor Fernwhisker, he vowed to work hard and to become like the cat standing before him on the highrock.
Warrior:
Thistlepaw trained hard, never forgetting his first meeting with the leader.
Though he missed his mother dearly, and there wasn't a day that she didn't cross his mind, his focus was on achieving his goal, even if he didn't quite know how he was going to become like the leader, and thus become like the cats in his mother's stories.
While they did start off on a rocky start, Fernwhisker and him soon formed a bond, becoming close like mentor and apprentice tend to be. They trained together every chance possible, and soon were inseparable.
Fernwhisker was a substitute for his mother, and would often tell him stories of life itself, and how things worked. That's when he developed the burning curiosity to learn more about everything. Every chance he got, he would make trips to the Elder's den and would be found there, a half eaten mouse in front of him, his eyes brimming with wonder as they spoke of days long since passed.
Sadly, it was on one of these days when he heard commotion outside of the den, and looking out, he managed to catch a glimpse of Heatherpaw being dragged into camp by her mentor. Stepping outside, he made his way over to his sister, but was shoved out of the way by Thornpaw, who was followed closely by Pinepaw. They grieved over their sister, whom had chosen the wrong moment to cross one of the Thunderpaths, and had sat, frozen in fear, as the monster swiftly jumped upon her.
Strangely, all Thistlepaw felt, was numb. He never knew Heatherpaw. She had been his sister, but it was only merely a title. Turning away, he left his siblings to their grief and went back to the elders.
Because of his devotion to his training, he was announced a warrior early than his other two siblings, much to Thornpaw's agitation. His older brother found newly groomed hatred for him, and wasn't hesitant in showing Thistlefang his intense emotions.
Thistlefang's other sister, Pinepaw, once again tried to get close to her brother, and this time, he bent a little, and the two formed a small bond.
Deputy:
The leader must of seen something in Thistlefang, for when his deputy died in a border skirmish, he took the chance and the young warrior was deemed the Deputy. Honored by the title, he threw himself into his duties, and often sweeping his clanmates along with him.
Every single day after becoming a warrior, and even deputy, he would visit with his mother, and badger her to tell him tales. Though she was a little reluctant to fill his head with kit stories, he insisted and she complied.
Unfortunately, his mother suddenly vanished one day, and though Thistlefang searched high and low for her, she was no where to be found. He would have never given up on his mother as some had, and would still be searching to this day, if her body hadn't been found on the shore of a bank by a RiverClan patrol. This time, he grieved right along with his living siblings.
As all living things eventually do, the leader died, leaving Thistlefang a long travel to the Moonstone, where he received promptly received his nine lives.
Heritage:
Honeyfur » Mother (Deceased)
Stoneclaw » Father
Pinefrost » Sister
Heatherpaw » Sister (Deceased)
Thornwhisker » Brother
Role-Play Example: N/A
Referral : Tal :3
Sex: Tom
Age: 36 Moons
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Leader
Eye Colour: Light green
Reference: i.imgur.com/I7Hv823.jpg
A small classic tabby (or blotched).
Strength: 4
Defense: 4
Agility: 2
Stealth: 2
Tracking: 3
Personality:
Thistlestar manifests charisma and confidence, two of the most important skills he has, in his opinion. The reason why, is simple. When darkness descends upon his Clan, and they turn to him seeking comfort and guidance, even if he doesn't feel confident himself, he is able to show his clanmates that he is worthy to lead them, by not giving up and portraying that he knows exactly what to do, even if that may not be the case.
Unfortunately, Thistlestar thinks that he must carry all burdens himself, which a lot of the times, weigh him down when he manages to find a few moments to himself. With the weight of the world on his shoulders, and refusing to share his concerns and thoughts with anyone else, he is prone to becoming depressed, or even maniac, trying to seek out a way to solve all the problems he foresees for the Clan. Of course, the Clan themselves don't know that he can be quite insane and gloomy, as he would never show them that side of himself.
Another skill he has, is projecting authority in a unique way that draws a group around a common objective. With this skill, he has avoided many fights between the other Clans, and even among his own clanmates. He finds this skill the most useful, as more often than not, someone is trying to start something with others, which he finds highly irritating. Though he won't show it, he has a large distaste for the other Clans, due to past history and those that try to push their territory.
His merciless level of rationality, and drive, guarantees he will not stop at nothing to achieve whatever goal it is that he has set for himself and his Clan, even if it means the end of another Clan, just so his own can survive and carry on towards the next issue to arise.
One thing Thistlestar loves, is a good challenge, small or big. He believes that with enough time and enough resources, he can accomplish anything he sets his mind to. However, as said before, he is prone to becoming dejected should he start battling too many problems or challenges at once. Yet, he continues to over think and evaluate foreseeable and unforeseeable problems, even if he doesn't wish to fight those battles, much to his vexation.
When it all comes to the end, Thistlestar pushes his objective through sheer will power, not giving up even when most cats would, and instead starts pushing his clanmates along with him, which more often than not achieves positive, even astounding results. Working together proves more successful than working alone, though Thistlestar doesn't seem to get that concept.
Though it may seem like he is the near perfect leader, he is far from it. Thistlestar's undoing is his lack of emotion and ruthlessness he presents to the world.
In truth, Thistlestar thinks that showing emotions is considered weak and pitiful, which makes it easy for him to make enemies, especially with those among his own Clan. Devoid of most emotions when appearing in front of his Clan, he may come off as rude and sarcastic at times, however, that is not his intent. He just generally does not get emotions. They confuse him more than anything else in his small world.
Another thing that his clanmembers may view as an annoyance, is his way of lashing out and obliterating the feelings of those he views as lazy, or incompetent. Again, this is another quality he has in where he unintentionally could make a few enemies among his Clan.
Thistlestar respects those that are willing to stand up to him on an intellect level, and able to act with a unique quality and precision. Because of this, he is always seeking for those that are able to rationalize instead of using their feelings, which has enabled him to recognize the talents of others. He pities fools that act upon their feelings instead of analyzing all possible outcomes.
One of his largest faults he has a distinctive skill in calling out others on their failures with a large amount of bone chilling insensitivity. Even after crushing someone for their faults, due to him locking up emotions, he doesn't even feel guilty about it.
History:
Kit:
If Thistlekit could be summed up in one word, it would either be fascinated, or lonesome. Due to his quirky personality, he didn't care to play, and instead would sit for hours upon hours inside the nursery, listening to his mother talk of great tales of fearsome leaders of Thunderclan, and their brave warriors. If there was one thing that Thistlekit wanted that was what the majority of other kits wanted, it was to become a warrior and live his mother's tales.
While his mother, Honeyfur, was patient and gentle towards him, his father couldn't understand his kit's odd behavior. For some time, he tried to coax Thistlekit out of the nursery, to play with his siblings, however, the kit always ignored his father, and instead turned his awed and excited gaze back towards his mother, waiting for her to feed him more stories, which made his father resent him more than it should have.
His mother was his world. He lived and breathed on her stories, dreamed of them, but curiously, never attempted to act them out. He would watch his siblings from the entrance of the nursery, when his mother was resting, but he would never join them. Because of this, he was estranged from them, and they from him. It was as if they belonged to some other she-cat residing in the nursery.
Thornkit, his brother, found him to be rather distasteful, and whenever the chance presented itself, he would trip up or shove his younger brother roughly, and then proceeded to laugh as Thistlekit floundered around in the dirt. However, the younger kit would merely pick himself up and move closer to his mother, whom he glorified as his protector.
His two sisters, Pinefrost, and Heatherpelt tried to persuade him to join them for some time, but after many failed attempted, they gave up, and after that, ignored him all together. Which was for the better, in the kit's opinion.
Apprentice:
Right up until the day he became an apprentice, he never left the nursery. The day he was to become an apprentice, he noticed a tangible excitement surrounding his siblings, but he didn't know, or didn't care to ask why they were so excited. Instead, he turned towards his mother, waiting for her to tell him the tales he had heard a thousand times before.
Imaging his surprise when she stood up and started nudging him towards the nursery entrance. Too stunned to refuse, he was thrust out into the bright world. His clanmembers were quite surprised to see him as well, due to the fact they had only seen the young kit at the nursery entrance, never up close.
His siblings already stood beneath the highrock, their eyes gleaming with pride and perhaps a small portion of anxiety. Standing besides them, he never felt so lost in his life. And though he tried to locate his mother in the unfamiliar faces, he couldn't see her.
Suddenly, the leader spoke, and it was all young Thistlekit could do not to jump up in fright. For standing high above him, was a cat very much like the honored cats in his mother's stories. He remembered the larger cat staring down at him with a friendly gaze, and though the cat was giant compared to his tiny form, Thistlekit felt safe for the first time since being outside.
Dubbed Thistlepaw, to the mentor Fernwhisker, he vowed to work hard and to become like the cat standing before him on the highrock.
Warrior:
Thistlepaw trained hard, never forgetting his first meeting with the leader.
Though he missed his mother dearly, and there wasn't a day that she didn't cross his mind, his focus was on achieving his goal, even if he didn't quite know how he was going to become like the leader, and thus become like the cats in his mother's stories.
While they did start off on a rocky start, Fernwhisker and him soon formed a bond, becoming close like mentor and apprentice tend to be. They trained together every chance possible, and soon were inseparable.
Fernwhisker was a substitute for his mother, and would often tell him stories of life itself, and how things worked. That's when he developed the burning curiosity to learn more about everything. Every chance he got, he would make trips to the Elder's den and would be found there, a half eaten mouse in front of him, his eyes brimming with wonder as they spoke of days long since passed.
Sadly, it was on one of these days when he heard commotion outside of the den, and looking out, he managed to catch a glimpse of Heatherpaw being dragged into camp by her mentor. Stepping outside, he made his way over to his sister, but was shoved out of the way by Thornpaw, who was followed closely by Pinepaw. They grieved over their sister, whom had chosen the wrong moment to cross one of the Thunderpaths, and had sat, frozen in fear, as the monster swiftly jumped upon her.
Strangely, all Thistlepaw felt, was numb. He never knew Heatherpaw. She had been his sister, but it was only merely a title. Turning away, he left his siblings to their grief and went back to the elders.
Because of his devotion to his training, he was announced a warrior early than his other two siblings, much to Thornpaw's agitation. His older brother found newly groomed hatred for him, and wasn't hesitant in showing Thistlefang his intense emotions.
Thistlefang's other sister, Pinepaw, once again tried to get close to her brother, and this time, he bent a little, and the two formed a small bond.
Deputy:
The leader must of seen something in Thistlefang, for when his deputy died in a border skirmish, he took the chance and the young warrior was deemed the Deputy. Honored by the title, he threw himself into his duties, and often sweeping his clanmates along with him.
Every single day after becoming a warrior, and even deputy, he would visit with his mother, and badger her to tell him tales. Though she was a little reluctant to fill his head with kit stories, he insisted and she complied.
Unfortunately, his mother suddenly vanished one day, and though Thistlefang searched high and low for her, she was no where to be found. He would have never given up on his mother as some had, and would still be searching to this day, if her body hadn't been found on the shore of a bank by a RiverClan patrol. This time, he grieved right along with his living siblings.
As all living things eventually do, the leader died, leaving Thistlefang a long travel to the Moonstone, where he received promptly received his nine lives.
Heritage:
Honeyfur » Mother (Deceased)
Stoneclaw » Father
Pinefrost » Sister
Heatherpaw » Sister (Deceased)
Thornwhisker » Brother
Role-Play Example: N/A
Referral : Tal :3
