Post by .:Eagle:. on May 2, 2015 15:06:11 GMT -5
Name: Pinekit » Pinepaw » Pinewhisker
Sex: Tom
Age: 24 Moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Eye Colour: Hazel
Reference: A lean, average-sized tabby tom with long whiskers. - link
Strength: 2
Defense: 2
Agility: 4
Stealth: 4
Tracking: 3
Personality:
Overview
Pinewhisker is exactly the type of cat you'd expect to find in ShadowClan - Well, if you're another ShadowClanner that is. He's pretty average, other than his remarkable hunting abilities.
Loyal(P)
As any good warrior should be, Pinewhisker is immensely loyal. Through blood, storm, and war, Pinewhisker will be there for those he holds dearest - His Clan-mates. Nothing to him is more important than the well-being of his clan, and will loyally and faithfully serve his Clan. If you are ever in need of a cat to confide in, trust Pinewhisker. He is a friend for life and a wonderful companion, and will follow you til the end of the line. This being said, his loyalty can end up getting him in trouble. A lot of villains' followers were blindly loyal because of some simple attachment. He is also a devoted follower of the Warrior Code.
Romantic(P)
Although a not currently applicable trait, Pinewhisker is a romantic. A hopeless romantic, at that. Pinewhisker, despite his cold and sometimes even apathetic exterior, is a warm, gentle cat when it comes to courtship. His ideal mate is someone who wants to be protected and wants to have kits, and someone who is sweet enough to bring out the warmth in him. He doesn't have any problems with other she-cats, though. After all, everyone has their preferences! This trait isn't exactly something you'll see him acting on every single day, though, so you'll really have to keep your eyes out.
Protective(P)
Friend, mate, leader, or children, Pinewhisker will fight for them until he dies. Pinewhisker is the type of cat at Gathering that will make a harsh remark if another cat speaks down on ShadowClan, and is, without a doubt, one of those characters who will get into petty fights over his Clan's well-being. Being a younger warrior, this could prove to be troublesome if it hasn't already. Despite his willingness to fight for his Clan, Pinewhisker handles insults at his person remarkably well, and hardly bats an eyelash at the cat who insulted him.
Insecure(E)
Pinewhisker isn't protective of his own self-esteem for one reason - He believes most insults thrown his way are true. He has a horrible time some nights, and will often think he is useless to the Clan because he can't defend it to the fullest. He often thinks that being an above-average hunter is merely a little title bestowed upon him just to make him feel better. The only reason this is listed as neutral is because, while he is insecure, Pinewhisker puts his insecurity into improving himself, trying to make himself a better cat.
Cold(N)
This cat gives 'the cold shoulder' a whole new meaning. While he is a bit more friendly with other ShadowClanners, he is always rather apathetic. He's the type of cat who will simply give you a nod in greeting rather than making the effort to open his mouth and say hello. He is easily angered if one of his friends is insulted, but will often resort to cool, passive-aggressive remarks rather than screeching as he would with a cat from outside of his Clan. To cats outside of his Clan - You will know he doesn't like you, because he doesn't. He won't even give you the time of day.
Distrustful of Outsiders(N)
Although everything above hints at it, Pinewhisker is extremely distrustful of outsiders. He has a saying to display how you can't trust any clan, such as 'ThunderC;an - Full of former rogues and kittypets who will cut your throat the moment they get the chance' or 'WindClan, full of cats who will claw your eyes out the moment you make a deal with them so fast that at first you won't realize you're now blind.' It is unknown where he developed such an animosity for outsiders, but no one is particularly complaining. If you're a rogue or a loner or a kittypet, you will only be met by claws and teeth. If you're of a different Clan, expect the same.
Sarcastic(N)
Continuing traits for your stereotypical ShadowClan warrior, Pinewhisker is corrosive. He's so bitterly sarcastic that sometimes, cats don't believe him when he throws a genuine compliment their way. He is rather impatient and will make remarks if you are being too slow for his liking, and will often shove you roughly if you happen to be in front of him. He loves his Clan, but many in his Clan may not love him because of how he acts.
History:
Overview
Pinewhisker has had an average warrior life with tragedies littered throughout, including the death of his parents, and the loss of his mentor.
Kithood
Born to two marvelous hunters in ShadowClan, Pinewhisker was named Pinekit for his brown tabby fur, which matched the shade of the surrounding pines inside of ShadowClan territory. His mother's name was Ashenfoot, while his father's name was Hollywhisker, and although the two had a kit together, Hollywhisker wasn't very close to Ashenfoot. Pinekit suffered the loss of an absentee father who seemed indifferent to having a kit, but Ashenfoot was able to raise the kit with ease. There was little stress for success put upon his little shoulders, so he was able to grow with his own care-free life and a surprisingly jolly attitude throughout his kithood.
However, when Pinekit was five moons old, his father passed away of mysterious causes. Pinekit was surprisingly moved by this, and it marked the beginning of him closing off. Perhaps it was the idea that he didn't know his father before he died, or perhaps it was the fact that he wished he could have gotten to know him later. Ashenfoot was upset beyond repair, her troubled relationship leaving her broken up inside when he died. She didn't recover until the day she died.
Hollywhisker died due to a tumor in his brain, which is also what caused his disinterest for his mate and kit, as well as his sudden, mysterious death. Since Clan cats don't know what tumors are, and much less those that happen in the brain, I decided to say 'mysterious causes'.
Apprenticeship
Pinekit became Pinepaw, mentored by a cat named Rowanpelt. The new tom became Pinepaw's new father figure, and almost sole caregiver, as his mom was forced to retire to the Elders' den due to mental instability. Rowanpelt was strict but affectionate with Pinepaw, and taught him how to hunt, which they both soon discovered he was a prodigy of sorts at it. Pinepaw adored his mentor like a father, a sibling, and a friend all at once, and would often confide in him for things from crushes to the state of his mother.
All went well in Pinepaw's apprenticeship until Ashenfoot's brutal death when he was ten moons old. The night had been silent until a loud yowl and a crack could be heard through the camp. Several warriors went into the Elders' den to discover that Ashenfoot had bashed her head against the wall of the den in a neurotic, suicidal fit, which had become common for her at the time. Pinepaw watched as they dragged his mother's body into the night, Rowanpelt his only companion to comfort him. After that, Pinepaw shut off almost completely, even to Rowanpelt, who still tried to keep the young cat excited to be alive rather than mourning his losses.
Warriorhood-Current
When Pinepaw became a warrior, he was given the name Pinewhisker. His suffix was earned due to his remarkable hunting abilities, and -whisker meant hunter as -claw did to fighter. Pinewhisker was proud to bear his new title, but his joy was muted compared to other cats, as he was still mourning the death of his mother. Rowanpelt was extremely proud of him, like a father would be of his son. Broken and mourning, Pinewhisker shut himself off from even Rowanpelt, and slept on the opposite side of the den so he wouldn't have to face him. It stayed this way until recently.
The recent famine has left ShadowClan weak, and ThunderClan's recent ambush on the border has left them even weaker. Rowanpelt was on the patrol that was ambushed, and his nasty wound left him with an infection. No herbs could bring him back, and because of the lack of food, he died soon after. Pinewhisker has been heartbroken since, regretful that he didn't keep up with his mentor while he was alive. He spent all of Rowanpelt's dying nights with him in apology, and stayed the whole vigil with his body before the clan went and buried it. Today, Pinewhisker is still twisted up inside, with a cold personality to hide the hurt that's all locked up inside.
Heritage:
Mother: Ashenfoot (Deceased/Suicide)
Father: Hollywhisker (Deceased/Tumor)
Siblings: N/A
Role-Play Example:
Dreams were not at all kind to Pinewhisker. They never were - And he knew that. He feared that every time he fell asleep, another harsh image would be imposed onto his eyelids, one all too real, one that was a memory, the image saturated and given light so that he knew fully aware what had been done. The image of his mother's head, scratched up and blood, skull misshapen, the image of his father, cold and dead in the Warriors' den, without a single hint of what killed him, and the image of Rowanpelt, his fur cold as he pressed his nose into it, trying, hoping to feel the heartbeat that soothed him, were all images that haunted him in the dead of night. Sometimes it would be just one of these scenes, played on repeat until he woke up, mist in his eyes and heart hammering in his chest as he fought back to urge to yowl his suffering to the cats themselves all the way up in StarClan.
This night was one of those nights.
Pinewhisker shot up in his nest, hazel eyes wide with fear as his sides heaved. His head was bowed, his paws awkwardly placed as he braced himself into the sitting position. Hunger gnawed at his belly as it had for days now, weeks even, furthering his pain. All of this was too real, too solid. Everything he had dreamed about had happened. There was no solace in the nightmare not being real, not now. His claws curled into the moss, his eyes squinting shut as he released all of his pain in a single, soft, almost inaudible sigh. Other cats were sleeping around him. He didn't want to wake them up and have them wonder what was wrong with him, if he was as neurotic as his mother was.
The hunter silently got up and stepped over the sleeping bodies of cats, ignoring the soft snores and grunts received from slightly affecting the moonlight shining in through the entrance. He slipped out of the den, into the cool night air, its cold welcoming him as if it would welcome their brother. He gave a soft inhale, closing his eyes and letting his lungs fill with the fresh air, untainted by the stuffiness of the den filled with cats. Pinewhisker sat down, basking in the night, his tabby fur standing on end to try and lock in the heat.
"I'm sorry, Rowanpelt," he murmured, his ears pulling back slightly. "I'm sorry, Ashenfoot. I'm sorry, Hollywhisker."
The tabby tom turned his head to the ground, his face distorted in a look of pain. He had failed them, all of them. Especially Rowanpelt, his mentor. If he truly wanted to help his Clan right now, he would be out hunting, trying to find whatever morsels of lizard and frogs they had left, or maybe strike it lucky with a whole mouse. No, he sat here, whining about wanting to be useful but doing nothing of the sort. Feeling sorry for himself was what he was doing, not being productive.
Pinewhisker looked to the camp entrance with a sigh, his whiskers twitching as the air shifted around him, a soft breeze blowing through the pine boughs and caressing his face with a soft pine smell. He might as well try...
Without saying a word, the warrior slipped from camp like a shadow, his paws light on the pine needles underfoot as he went in search of food for his Clan. At least now his hunting abilities would come in handy, and he wouldn't be a burden due to his lack of ability to fight. He always had that to look at. Besides, perhaps if he went hunting and caught something for his starving Clan, he would make his ancestors proud. Maybe he wouldn't be a failure. Perhaps they would forget his mistakes if he just succeeded in this one little task he set off to do.
Sex: Tom
Age: 24 Moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Eye Colour: Hazel
Reference: A lean, average-sized tabby tom with long whiskers. - link
Strength: 2
Defense: 2
Agility: 4
Stealth: 4
Tracking: 3
Personality:
Overview
Pinewhisker is exactly the type of cat you'd expect to find in ShadowClan - Well, if you're another ShadowClanner that is. He's pretty average, other than his remarkable hunting abilities.
Loyal(P)
As any good warrior should be, Pinewhisker is immensely loyal. Through blood, storm, and war, Pinewhisker will be there for those he holds dearest - His Clan-mates. Nothing to him is more important than the well-being of his clan, and will loyally and faithfully serve his Clan. If you are ever in need of a cat to confide in, trust Pinewhisker. He is a friend for life and a wonderful companion, and will follow you til the end of the line. This being said, his loyalty can end up getting him in trouble. A lot of villains' followers were blindly loyal because of some simple attachment. He is also a devoted follower of the Warrior Code.
Romantic(P)
Although a not currently applicable trait, Pinewhisker is a romantic. A hopeless romantic, at that. Pinewhisker, despite his cold and sometimes even apathetic exterior, is a warm, gentle cat when it comes to courtship. His ideal mate is someone who wants to be protected and wants to have kits, and someone who is sweet enough to bring out the warmth in him. He doesn't have any problems with other she-cats, though. After all, everyone has their preferences! This trait isn't exactly something you'll see him acting on every single day, though, so you'll really have to keep your eyes out.
Protective(P)
Friend, mate, leader, or children, Pinewhisker will fight for them until he dies. Pinewhisker is the type of cat at Gathering that will make a harsh remark if another cat speaks down on ShadowClan, and is, without a doubt, one of those characters who will get into petty fights over his Clan's well-being. Being a younger warrior, this could prove to be troublesome if it hasn't already. Despite his willingness to fight for his Clan, Pinewhisker handles insults at his person remarkably well, and hardly bats an eyelash at the cat who insulted him.
Insecure(E)
Pinewhisker isn't protective of his own self-esteem for one reason - He believes most insults thrown his way are true. He has a horrible time some nights, and will often think he is useless to the Clan because he can't defend it to the fullest. He often thinks that being an above-average hunter is merely a little title bestowed upon him just to make him feel better. The only reason this is listed as neutral is because, while he is insecure, Pinewhisker puts his insecurity into improving himself, trying to make himself a better cat.
Cold(N)
This cat gives 'the cold shoulder' a whole new meaning. While he is a bit more friendly with other ShadowClanners, he is always rather apathetic. He's the type of cat who will simply give you a nod in greeting rather than making the effort to open his mouth and say hello. He is easily angered if one of his friends is insulted, but will often resort to cool, passive-aggressive remarks rather than screeching as he would with a cat from outside of his Clan. To cats outside of his Clan - You will know he doesn't like you, because he doesn't. He won't even give you the time of day.
Distrustful of Outsiders(N)
Although everything above hints at it, Pinewhisker is extremely distrustful of outsiders. He has a saying to display how you can't trust any clan, such as 'ThunderC;an - Full of former rogues and kittypets who will cut your throat the moment they get the chance' or 'WindClan, full of cats who will claw your eyes out the moment you make a deal with them so fast that at first you won't realize you're now blind.' It is unknown where he developed such an animosity for outsiders, but no one is particularly complaining. If you're a rogue or a loner or a kittypet, you will only be met by claws and teeth. If you're of a different Clan, expect the same.
Sarcastic(N)
Continuing traits for your stereotypical ShadowClan warrior, Pinewhisker is corrosive. He's so bitterly sarcastic that sometimes, cats don't believe him when he throws a genuine compliment their way. He is rather impatient and will make remarks if you are being too slow for his liking, and will often shove you roughly if you happen to be in front of him. He loves his Clan, but many in his Clan may not love him because of how he acts.
History:
Overview
Pinewhisker has had an average warrior life with tragedies littered throughout, including the death of his parents, and the loss of his mentor.
Kithood
Born to two marvelous hunters in ShadowClan, Pinewhisker was named Pinekit for his brown tabby fur, which matched the shade of the surrounding pines inside of ShadowClan territory. His mother's name was Ashenfoot, while his father's name was Hollywhisker, and although the two had a kit together, Hollywhisker wasn't very close to Ashenfoot. Pinekit suffered the loss of an absentee father who seemed indifferent to having a kit, but Ashenfoot was able to raise the kit with ease. There was little stress for success put upon his little shoulders, so he was able to grow with his own care-free life and a surprisingly jolly attitude throughout his kithood.
However, when Pinekit was five moons old, his father passed away of mysterious causes. Pinekit was surprisingly moved by this, and it marked the beginning of him closing off. Perhaps it was the idea that he didn't know his father before he died, or perhaps it was the fact that he wished he could have gotten to know him later. Ashenfoot was upset beyond repair, her troubled relationship leaving her broken up inside when he died. She didn't recover until the day she died.
Hollywhisker died due to a tumor in his brain, which is also what caused his disinterest for his mate and kit, as well as his sudden, mysterious death. Since Clan cats don't know what tumors are, and much less those that happen in the brain, I decided to say 'mysterious causes'.
Apprenticeship
Pinekit became Pinepaw, mentored by a cat named Rowanpelt. The new tom became Pinepaw's new father figure, and almost sole caregiver, as his mom was forced to retire to the Elders' den due to mental instability. Rowanpelt was strict but affectionate with Pinepaw, and taught him how to hunt, which they both soon discovered he was a prodigy of sorts at it. Pinepaw adored his mentor like a father, a sibling, and a friend all at once, and would often confide in him for things from crushes to the state of his mother.
All went well in Pinepaw's apprenticeship until Ashenfoot's brutal death when he was ten moons old. The night had been silent until a loud yowl and a crack could be heard through the camp. Several warriors went into the Elders' den to discover that Ashenfoot had bashed her head against the wall of the den in a neurotic, suicidal fit, which had become common for her at the time. Pinepaw watched as they dragged his mother's body into the night, Rowanpelt his only companion to comfort him. After that, Pinepaw shut off almost completely, even to Rowanpelt, who still tried to keep the young cat excited to be alive rather than mourning his losses.
Warriorhood-Current
When Pinepaw became a warrior, he was given the name Pinewhisker. His suffix was earned due to his remarkable hunting abilities, and -whisker meant hunter as -claw did to fighter. Pinewhisker was proud to bear his new title, but his joy was muted compared to other cats, as he was still mourning the death of his mother. Rowanpelt was extremely proud of him, like a father would be of his son. Broken and mourning, Pinewhisker shut himself off from even Rowanpelt, and slept on the opposite side of the den so he wouldn't have to face him. It stayed this way until recently.
The recent famine has left ShadowClan weak, and ThunderClan's recent ambush on the border has left them even weaker. Rowanpelt was on the patrol that was ambushed, and his nasty wound left him with an infection. No herbs could bring him back, and because of the lack of food, he died soon after. Pinewhisker has been heartbroken since, regretful that he didn't keep up with his mentor while he was alive. He spent all of Rowanpelt's dying nights with him in apology, and stayed the whole vigil with his body before the clan went and buried it. Today, Pinewhisker is still twisted up inside, with a cold personality to hide the hurt that's all locked up inside.
Heritage:
Mother: Ashenfoot (Deceased/Suicide)
Father: Hollywhisker (Deceased/Tumor)
Siblings: N/A
Role-Play Example:
Dreams were not at all kind to Pinewhisker. They never were - And he knew that. He feared that every time he fell asleep, another harsh image would be imposed onto his eyelids, one all too real, one that was a memory, the image saturated and given light so that he knew fully aware what had been done. The image of his mother's head, scratched up and blood, skull misshapen, the image of his father, cold and dead in the Warriors' den, without a single hint of what killed him, and the image of Rowanpelt, his fur cold as he pressed his nose into it, trying, hoping to feel the heartbeat that soothed him, were all images that haunted him in the dead of night. Sometimes it would be just one of these scenes, played on repeat until he woke up, mist in his eyes and heart hammering in his chest as he fought back to urge to yowl his suffering to the cats themselves all the way up in StarClan.
This night was one of those nights.
Pinewhisker shot up in his nest, hazel eyes wide with fear as his sides heaved. His head was bowed, his paws awkwardly placed as he braced himself into the sitting position. Hunger gnawed at his belly as it had for days now, weeks even, furthering his pain. All of this was too real, too solid. Everything he had dreamed about had happened. There was no solace in the nightmare not being real, not now. His claws curled into the moss, his eyes squinting shut as he released all of his pain in a single, soft, almost inaudible sigh. Other cats were sleeping around him. He didn't want to wake them up and have them wonder what was wrong with him, if he was as neurotic as his mother was.
The hunter silently got up and stepped over the sleeping bodies of cats, ignoring the soft snores and grunts received from slightly affecting the moonlight shining in through the entrance. He slipped out of the den, into the cool night air, its cold welcoming him as if it would welcome their brother. He gave a soft inhale, closing his eyes and letting his lungs fill with the fresh air, untainted by the stuffiness of the den filled with cats. Pinewhisker sat down, basking in the night, his tabby fur standing on end to try and lock in the heat.
"I'm sorry, Rowanpelt," he murmured, his ears pulling back slightly. "I'm sorry, Ashenfoot. I'm sorry, Hollywhisker."
The tabby tom turned his head to the ground, his face distorted in a look of pain. He had failed them, all of them. Especially Rowanpelt, his mentor. If he truly wanted to help his Clan right now, he would be out hunting, trying to find whatever morsels of lizard and frogs they had left, or maybe strike it lucky with a whole mouse. No, he sat here, whining about wanting to be useful but doing nothing of the sort. Feeling sorry for himself was what he was doing, not being productive.
Pinewhisker looked to the camp entrance with a sigh, his whiskers twitching as the air shifted around him, a soft breeze blowing through the pine boughs and caressing his face with a soft pine smell. He might as well try...
Without saying a word, the warrior slipped from camp like a shadow, his paws light on the pine needles underfoot as he went in search of food for his Clan. At least now his hunting abilities would come in handy, and he wouldn't be a burden due to his lack of ability to fight. He always had that to look at. Besides, perhaps if he went hunting and caught something for his starving Clan, he would make his ancestors proud. Maybe he wouldn't be a failure. Perhaps they would forget his mistakes if he just succeeded in this one little task he set off to do.