Post by TANGO on Jan 14, 2013 21:06:44 GMT -5
ALDERTHORN
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top] 40 MOONS TOM SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR | [atrb=style, width: 296px; padding: 5px; background-color: e3e3e3; border-top: 4px solid #000000;] GENERAL INFORMATION NAME, alderthorn EXPLANATION, |
BRIEF DESCRIPTION, a grayish brown tabby tom
FAMILY, morningstripe (mother),
APPEARANCE
IMAGE
alderthorn is a medium-sized brown tom with a large, barrel chest. the base of his coat is the color of dust, a grayish shade of brown that appears permanently dirty. dark brown stripes slash through his coat at intriguing angles, adding further variety to his pelt. the combination of dark lines on a light brown base reminded his mother of the bark of the alder tree, one of the few trees that grow in shadowclan's marshy soil. his eyes are a greenish yellow that do not stand out much from the lighter brown sections of his fur. it should be noted that unlike the cat in the picture provided, alderthorn has short, sleek fur that more easily repels the mud of the swamp.
alderthorn is a medium-sized brown tom with a large, barrel chest. the base of his coat is the color of dust, a grayish shade of brown that appears permanently dirty. dark brown stripes slash through his coat at intriguing angles, adding further variety to his pelt. the combination of dark lines on a light brown base reminded his mother of the bark of the alder tree, one of the few trees that grow in shadowclan's marshy soil. his eyes are a greenish yellow that do not stand out much from the lighter brown sections of his fur. it should be noted that unlike the cat in the picture provided, alderthorn has short, sleek fur that more easily repels the mud of the swamp.
PERSONALITY
like most shadowclan cats, alderthorn has a personality that could be seen as dark and disagreeable to those who don't know him well enough. it is true that he is a proud and arrogant cat who seems to get some sort of pleasure in being disagreeable. however, he finds a source of strength in being unpleasant and contrary, as it gives him a sense of independence and self-empowerment. bickering, grumbling, and bragging serve as his mental armor, in a way.
deep beneath the tom's tough, prickly exterior lies a softer side that he tries very desperately to bury. he has a weakness for kits, and if he sees a kit in trouble, he will go to great lengths to help it, so long as his efforts can be kept a secret. for instance, he vocally supports brokenstar's policy of apprenticing kits early, but he secretly pities the three moon old kits that are being made to hunt and fight like grown cats, and he will offer them any assistance he can, whether its anonymously sneaking them some fresh-kill or passing along advice disguised in a complaint.
there are other aspects of his softer side that he also keeps hidden. he has a well-smothered sense of romance and chivalry. on a daily basis, he treats she-cats the same as toms—that is, in a gruff, deal-with-it-yourself manner. however, when a particular she-cat forces his way past his tough outer shell and touches his heart, he can be quite chivalrous. although, again, his chivalry only appears in the most obscure, repressed forms. in this way he also hides a paralyzing fear of starclan. breaking the warrior code, for any reason, troubles him deeply, although he will bury it behind a carefree attitude and a false sense of loyalty to his clan leader. it is the only way he can survive living under the rule of such a lawless leader.
LIKES,
[/font]deep beneath the tom's tough, prickly exterior lies a softer side that he tries very desperately to bury. he has a weakness for kits, and if he sees a kit in trouble, he will go to great lengths to help it, so long as his efforts can be kept a secret. for instance, he vocally supports brokenstar's policy of apprenticing kits early, but he secretly pities the three moon old kits that are being made to hunt and fight like grown cats, and he will offer them any assistance he can, whether its anonymously sneaking them some fresh-kill or passing along advice disguised in a complaint.
there are other aspects of his softer side that he also keeps hidden. he has a well-smothered sense of romance and chivalry. on a daily basis, he treats she-cats the same as toms—that is, in a gruff, deal-with-it-yourself manner. however, when a particular she-cat forces his way past his tough outer shell and touches his heart, he can be quite chivalrous. although, again, his chivalry only appears in the most obscure, repressed forms. in this way he also hides a paralyzing fear of starclan. breaking the warrior code, for any reason, troubles him deeply, although he will bury it behind a carefree attitude and a false sense of loyalty to his clan leader. it is the only way he can survive living under the rule of such a lawless leader.
LIKES,
♥ hunting
♥ being difficult
♥ alder trees; they make him feel proud
♥ solitude and silence
♥ kits, although he'll never admit it
DISLIKES,[/font]
✗ breaking the warrior code
✗ nosy cats
✗ being corrected
✗ death and killing (of cats, not of prey)
✗ cold weather[/div]
HISTORY
alderkit was born on one of the coldest days of leaf-fall, on an afternoon when the chill of the wind sent everyone into a panic with the fear that leafbare had arrived early. while all the shadowclan warriors fretted over prey and thin coats, morningstripe was worried about the pains in her belly. after a lengthy and gruesome struggle, she gave birth to three beautiful kits: alderkit, thrushkit, and nutkit.
the first several moons of the alderkit's life passed uneventfully. the litter's biggest struggle as they aged was the harsh leafbare. sickness was spreading in the camp, and morningstripe's kits were slightly small for their age. nutkit was the largest and healthiest and thrushkit was the smallest and most prone to sickness. neither exceptionally healthy nor particularly frail, alderkit received less attention than his siblings, from both his mother and the clan. he often entertained himself by inventing games in the nursery and around the camp.
not long after turning six moons old, alderkit and nutkit were apprenticed, although thrushkit remained in the nursery as she was sick with kittencough. as an apprentice, alderpaw felt a new sense of purpose and connection to his clan. he enjoyed working hard and earning a short night's rest at the end of the day. he was, however, always in the shadow of nutpaw. nutpaw was stronger, faster, bigger, and more charismatic, and he did not have to try to win the affection of the clan; the warriors often praised him and his natural talent. meanwhile, alderpaw trained harder to maintain his only-slightly-better-than-average skills. he quickly weaned himself from the need of other cats' praise and began to care only about proving his worth to himself.
in his youth, alderpaw was not at all arrogant and certainly much less proud than he is today. this aspect of his persona developed slowly over time, but it can be traced back to one specific inciting incident. when he and his siblings were 12 moons old, the senior warriors began to talk about making nutpaw and alderpaw warriors in the near future. both toms naturally grew a little cocky at the thought, and particularly used it to taunt thrushpaw, who was a couple of months behind in her training. the playful sibling rivalry soon manifested itself in a physical competition as thrushpaw, in an attempt to silence her brothers' claims, challenged the toms to an adventure: go into the carrionplace, kill some type of prey, and return with it. Whoever completed the task first would be proclaimed the winner.
the challenged turned out to be a threatening idea. when the apprentices arrived at the carrionplace, a pack of rats were already there, scavenging for food. the one or two rats that a cat usually crossed there had developed into at least a dozen. they attacked the apprentices, and suddenly, nutpaw, alderpaw, and thrushpaw were fighting for their lives. alderpaw was the first to scramble to safety, and he fought off four rats as he blindly made his way out of the carrionplace, but once he had escaped, he realized that neither of his siblings had been able to keep pace with him. he boldly returned for them, and found nutpaw and thrushpaw surrounded by rats and fighting a losing battle. believing nutpaw to be the best warrior of the group, alderpaw chose to help thrushpaw fight her way to safety and left nutpaw to fend for himself. unfortunately, while he and thrushpaw were able to safely escape, nutpaw was not. the rats killed him while his siblings ran away.
although alderpaw mourned the loss of his brother, that day gave him a sense of pride in himself. he, alderpaw, had been able to fight harder and run faster than his brother. he, once and for all, was proven the greater warrior. the clan, of course, did not see it that way, and alderpaw was forced to remain an apprentice for several more moons as punishment. at 16 moons old, both he and thrushpaw finally became warriors. he was given the name alderthorn for his prickly personality, and thrushpaw became thrushflight for her amazing speed.
brokenstar took over shadowclan not long after alderthorn was made a warrior, and things began to change within the clan. alderthorn didn't particularly mind it, only because it gave him more of a chance to stretch his claws. alderthorn got to participate in driving windclan from their territory in order to gain more hunting ground, and as brokenstar began to apprentice kits early, alderthorn was given a young apprentice.
when thunderclan brought back windclan from exile, both alderthorn and his apprentice were able to fight against the other clans. although he and his apprentice both sustained a good amount of injuries, they had to carry the body of fogwhisker, a fellow warrior who had died in battle, back to camp. it was only when he noticed morningstripe's distraught reaction to the news and questioned her about it that alderthorn discovered the gray tom was his father. morningstripe was a private cat and she had never felt the need to reveal her mate to anyone, not even her kits. alderthorn had gone his whole life assuming his father was either dead or not part of the clan, for he had never seen his mother act friendly toward anyone. little did alderthorn know, his father had been in the clan the whole time, and it was too late to get to know him. and even worse fogwhisker was just one of the many who had been taken before their time. alderthorn realized that day that more shadowclan cats than necessary were falling in the forest.
now, time and experience had wizened alderthorn, and he grew more solitary as his eyes opened to the happenings in his clan: breaks from the warrior code that had gone unnoticed, stories told by brokenstar that didn't quite seem right. now that his apprentice has been made into a warrior, he spends most of his time away from the camp, attempting to repress the sins he feels certain are being committed within its walls.
the first several moons of the alderkit's life passed uneventfully. the litter's biggest struggle as they aged was the harsh leafbare. sickness was spreading in the camp, and morningstripe's kits were slightly small for their age. nutkit was the largest and healthiest and thrushkit was the smallest and most prone to sickness. neither exceptionally healthy nor particularly frail, alderkit received less attention than his siblings, from both his mother and the clan. he often entertained himself by inventing games in the nursery and around the camp.
not long after turning six moons old, alderkit and nutkit were apprenticed, although thrushkit remained in the nursery as she was sick with kittencough. as an apprentice, alderpaw felt a new sense of purpose and connection to his clan. he enjoyed working hard and earning a short night's rest at the end of the day. he was, however, always in the shadow of nutpaw. nutpaw was stronger, faster, bigger, and more charismatic, and he did not have to try to win the affection of the clan; the warriors often praised him and his natural talent. meanwhile, alderpaw trained harder to maintain his only-slightly-better-than-average skills. he quickly weaned himself from the need of other cats' praise and began to care only about proving his worth to himself.
in his youth, alderpaw was not at all arrogant and certainly much less proud than he is today. this aspect of his persona developed slowly over time, but it can be traced back to one specific inciting incident. when he and his siblings were 12 moons old, the senior warriors began to talk about making nutpaw and alderpaw warriors in the near future. both toms naturally grew a little cocky at the thought, and particularly used it to taunt thrushpaw, who was a couple of months behind in her training. the playful sibling rivalry soon manifested itself in a physical competition as thrushpaw, in an attempt to silence her brothers' claims, challenged the toms to an adventure: go into the carrionplace, kill some type of prey, and return with it. Whoever completed the task first would be proclaimed the winner.
the challenged turned out to be a threatening idea. when the apprentices arrived at the carrionplace, a pack of rats were already there, scavenging for food. the one or two rats that a cat usually crossed there had developed into at least a dozen. they attacked the apprentices, and suddenly, nutpaw, alderpaw, and thrushpaw were fighting for their lives. alderpaw was the first to scramble to safety, and he fought off four rats as he blindly made his way out of the carrionplace, but once he had escaped, he realized that neither of his siblings had been able to keep pace with him. he boldly returned for them, and found nutpaw and thrushpaw surrounded by rats and fighting a losing battle. believing nutpaw to be the best warrior of the group, alderpaw chose to help thrushpaw fight her way to safety and left nutpaw to fend for himself. unfortunately, while he and thrushpaw were able to safely escape, nutpaw was not. the rats killed him while his siblings ran away.
although alderpaw mourned the loss of his brother, that day gave him a sense of pride in himself. he, alderpaw, had been able to fight harder and run faster than his brother. he, once and for all, was proven the greater warrior. the clan, of course, did not see it that way, and alderpaw was forced to remain an apprentice for several more moons as punishment. at 16 moons old, both he and thrushpaw finally became warriors. he was given the name alderthorn for his prickly personality, and thrushpaw became thrushflight for her amazing speed.
brokenstar took over shadowclan not long after alderthorn was made a warrior, and things began to change within the clan. alderthorn didn't particularly mind it, only because it gave him more of a chance to stretch his claws. alderthorn got to participate in driving windclan from their territory in order to gain more hunting ground, and as brokenstar began to apprentice kits early, alderthorn was given a young apprentice.
when thunderclan brought back windclan from exile, both alderthorn and his apprentice were able to fight against the other clans. although he and his apprentice both sustained a good amount of injuries, they had to carry the body of fogwhisker, a fellow warrior who had died in battle, back to camp. it was only when he noticed morningstripe's distraught reaction to the news and questioned her about it that alderthorn discovered the gray tom was his father. morningstripe was a private cat and she had never felt the need to reveal her mate to anyone, not even her kits. alderthorn had gone his whole life assuming his father was either dead or not part of the clan, for he had never seen his mother act friendly toward anyone. little did alderthorn know, his father had been in the clan the whole time, and it was too late to get to know him. and even worse fogwhisker was just one of the many who had been taken before their time. alderthorn realized that day that more shadowclan cats than necessary were falling in the forest.
now, time and experience had wizened alderthorn, and he grew more solitary as his eyes opened to the happenings in his clan: breaks from the warrior code that had gone unnoticed, stories told by brokenstar that didn't quite seem right. now that his apprentice has been made into a warrior, he spends most of his time away from the camp, attempting to repress the sins he feels certain are being committed within its walls.
ETCETERA
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