Post by Tαℓвσт on Apr 19, 2015 13:00:14 GMT -5
Name: Ryekit » Ryepaw » Ryeheart
Sex: Tom
Age: 60 moons (5 years)
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Eye Colour: Dark amber
Reference: ginger-and-white tom with pale tabby stripes and amber eyes
Strength: 2
Defense: 3
Agility: 4
Stealth: 3
Tracking: 3
Personality:
History:
Heritage:
Mother » Larkwing (ginger tabby she-cat) (deceased)
Father » Acornpelt (light brown-and-white tabby tom)
Littermate/sister » Unnamed (deceased)
Littermate/sister » Unnamed (deceased)
Sex: Tom
Age: 60 moons (5 years)
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Eye Colour: Dark amber
Reference: ginger-and-white tom with pale tabby stripes and amber eyes
Strength: 2
Defense: 3
Agility: 4
Stealth: 3
Tracking: 3
Personality:
Ryeheart has a few layers to peel through before you can really get to understanding this troubled tom. He is generally a very kind warrior -- he's helpful, attentive, and enjoys preforming his warrior tasks. However, a young, cross-Clan relationship, followed by an unexpected pregnancy, really changed things for him. He's now burdened with the thoughts of "what could have been". What if Swallowtail had been a WindClan cat? What if he had just gone and joined ShadowClan, or if she had joined him? Are his kits his or Frogfoot's? Is he a father?
Because he has these kinds of questions on his mind all the time, he may appear often lost in thought, or very distant.
History:
Ryekit was born as an old she-cat's last chance to have a child. She was on the brim of retirement, depressed that she had spent her youth in service to her Clan without even once considering parenthood. Before it was too late, she romanced a senior warrior by the name of Acornpelt. He wasn't her first choice, but she didn't have a lot of time left, so she wasn't very picky.
Rye was the only one in his litter to make it, named after his bright, golden coat. The two she-kits he had been sharing the womb with had died practically on arrival, and it took everything within Larkwing to not spend the rest of her days mourning. Instead, she invested all of her time into her surviving son, loving him and protecting him from literally anything that she could. He was five moons old the first time he was allowed to leave the nursery.
When he was apprenticed, he was absolutely blown away at how much land there was. It felt like the moor just stretched on for days, and he was ready to explore every inch of it.
Unfortunately, his mentor, like his mother, was very strict. She didn't want him out on his own without her, and even during hunting practice he could always feel her close by.
When he became a warrior, he was granted the suffix "heart", for his kindness and youthfulness.
But his loyalty to the Clan began to waver when he met the young ShadowClan she-cat, Swallowpaw. He had only initially started talking to her, thinking she was perhaps of ThunderClan or RiverClan, to pry out some Clan secrets from a dumb apprentice. She proved smarter than that, however, and Ryeheart found himself amused by her keen wit.
They continued to socialise whenever both were at the Gathering, sometimes even chastised by Clanmates when the leaders were speaking. He was as excited as a Clanmate when Swallowtail's warrior name was announced, and it was after this that their relationship really took off.
The two cats met in secret for moons, traversing across the territory just to see each other every once in a while.
During one of these meetings however, Swallowtail became pregnant, and was no longer able to attend Gatherings or meet him on the island between times.
Ryeheart worried for moons until one Gathering, the ShadowClan leader announced that she had kitted, and the tom had to keep himself from overreacting. The next time the young she-cat showed up on the island, they spoke briefly in private, where Swallowtail, begrudgingly, broke off their relationship. He asked about the kits, but Swallowtail wouldn't say anything. She instead only went and sat by Frogfoot, pretending that she had no idea who the strange, ruffled WindClan warrior was.
This drove Ryeheart mad. For moons afterwards, he was bitter and nasty towards his Clanmate. He had become so rude that the leader had found it necessary to even punish him, and he spent seven sunrises doing chores with the apprentices.
It cleared his head a little, and he was able to shake his foul temper in exchange for his natural, peaceful one.
He still wonders about his kits, however -- whether they're really that other tom's, and if he'll get the chance to meet them one day.
Heritage:
Mother » Larkwing (ginger tabby she-cat) (deceased)
Father » Acornpelt (light brown-and-white tabby tom)
Littermate/sister » Unnamed (deceased)
Littermate/sister » Unnamed (deceased)