Post by Moli on Jun 4, 2013 19:31:01 GMT -5
Graystripe
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top] 20 MOONS Tom RIVERCLAN Warrior | [atrb=style, width: 296px; padding: 5px; background-color: e3e3e3; border-top: 4px solid #000000;] GENERAL INFORMATION NAME, Graystripe BRIEF DESCRIPTION, long-haired gray tom FAMILY, Patchpelt, father Featherpaw, daughter Stormpaw, son APPEARANCE They say I’m a handsome devil~ A thick-set, shaggy gray tom with yellow eyes. Graystripe is no delicate flower, and has the muscles and broad shoulders to match. His ThunderClan origins clearly show in the way he carries himself and his strong body. However, he's grown well into a RiverClan cat, his fur repelling water and growing sleek. PERSONALITY loyal, great sense of humor, cautious, trustworthy, loving, brave, distrusting Graystripe is a cat you can always rely on. His loyalty is one of his strongest traits, no matter who or what it is to. He was always a cat that could be relied upon to be there for his Clan and Clanmates, no matter what was needed. He was proud of this loyalty, too. Now that he has left ThunderClan, he is confused about his loyalty. Who is he loyal to? Which Clan is his Clan now? But this has not changed in terms of cats who acquire his friendship. If you're nice to him or, more importantly, his kits, then he will have your back whenever you need him to. He will fight for you and stand by your side. If you've earned Graystripe's trust, or you're one of his Clanmates, then he will stay until the end. It's difficult for him right now, however, because he feels loyalty to both ThunderClan and RiverClan. For now, though, he's trying his best to be as trustworthy as possible in the eyes of the RiverClan cats. This cat has a great sense of humor. He spends much of his time making light of a situation if he can. He likes to make himself look like a fool to an extent if it will make other cats laugh. He also has an arsenal of snarky comments that he reserves for appropriate moments (making fun of other Clans, or bad-tempered cats, for instance). He likes making other cats laugh, and feels like there isn't as much laughter these days. Sometimes this interest in making others laugh can get in the way of serious situations, but as he has gotten older and wiser (the hard way), he's learned when the time is right for such situations and when it is not. Graystripe isn't one to leap into any frays. He doesn't like going into situations he doesn't know or isn't familiar with in most cases, especially when it involves other cats. He doesn't immediately jump to trusting another cat. It has to be earned, in his mind. Difficult situations are often met with apprehension in his eyes as well. He's not afraid to fight, per se, but he doesn't trust safety in almost any situation. Unless he's with his closest friends or his kits, then he will not trust the word of any cat. Once you lose Graystripe's trust, it can be nearly impossible to earn it back. He puts a lot of stock into being trustworthy and loyal, and expects other cats to do the same. If they don't, he will not trust them again in nearly any circumstance. This is how he feels about Tigerstar - not only has he announced TigerClan, an idea Graystripe does not understand, but he denounced Graystripe and his half-Clan children. He will never see him as the leader of ThunderClan - not a good one, anyway. If there is one thing Graystripe can do, it is to be affectionate. He's affectionate namely with his kits, of course. They remind him of Silverstream, a cat he loved enough to leave his home for. But, cats who are his friends will also receive a certain level of affection. He welcomes them warmly when they return to camp, he shares whenever he can, and he offers encouragement and a laugh to help them when they need to be cheered up. With his kits, he's a very caring father, and likes to stay close to them. He plays when he can, and would offer to help on apprentice duties when they need him. He wants them to be strong, but he can't leave them completely alone, either. They are his children, after all, and that will never change. He's not afraid in the face of danger. Well, he may be afraid, but he won't show it, or back down. He can be too bold, and requires someone to hold him back at times. But when the fighting gets tough, Graystripe won't flee unless absolutely ordered to do so. He will take heat for his Clan and Clanmates, and especially so for his kits. All of LionClan couldn't stop him if his kits needed his help. HISTORY No cat is born wanting to break the warrior code. Why would you? You were loyal to your birth Clan. You knew them, you cared for them, even the ones you didn't get along with. That was just the way it was. But we don't know our destinies. It's up to us to decide them. Graystripe's destiny came from his own choices. Graykit was born to Patchpelt and Willowpelt as an only kit, and lead a happy, yet mostly uneventful kithood. He couldn’t wait to be a warrior, and was always keeping tabs on which warriors were the strongest and which ones he liked the best. He admired all of their strength and how respected they were in the Clan. he could only hope that he would be like that some day. When he finally reached six moons, he was thrilled to receive Lionheart as his mentor. Lionheart was brave and strong and noble, all things that Graypaw hoped to emulate as he grew older. On his first apprentice mission, he was sent by Bluestar to scare off a kittypet. It wasn’t as easy as he had thought it would be, but he still won, at least in his own mind. He talked to the kittypet for awhile, curious since he had never spoken to one before. When Bluestar and Lionheart found them, he thought he was in big trouble for not chasing him off completely. But then the weirdest thing happened: Bluestar asked the kittypet to join their Clan! He was glad when the kittypet said no. What kind of Clan would they be if a kittypet joined them? They were soft and wouldn't be able to hunt. At least, that was what Graypaw had always been told. But still, the kittypet hadn't been as easy to beat as he had thought he would be. It made Graypaw wonder. But he pushed the thought from his mind as he continued on in his training. Upon Redtail's death, he grieved with the rest of his Clan. The deputy had been one of the warriors he admired the most in the Clan. He had thought that, besides Lionheart, he might try to be like Redtail. And now Oakheart had killed him! It made him angry, but he admired Tigerclaw for being able to kill him in revenge. And Lionheart became deputy in his place! He was very proud of his mentor, and was thrilled that he was the apprentice of the Clan's deputy. When ShadowClan invaded, Graypaw fought as bravely as he could, and the Clan drove them out in the end. But the victory was tainted with loss: Lionheart died at the claws of a ShadowClan warrior. The grief-stricken gray cat couldn't imagine life without his mentor. Who else would teach him how to be a warrior? Who else could? Lionheart had become his idol, a warrior he wanted to become. He finished his training with Tigerclaw, who had lost his own apprentice, Ravenpaw, a moon ago. Tigerclaw became deputy in his mentor's place, but Graypaw couldn't muster up the same excitement and pride in his mentor like he had for Lionheart. Tigerclaw wasn't the same. Nothing was the same. But Tigerclaw taught him well, and he earned his warrior name: Graystripe, for the stripe of darker gray fur along his back. He felt Lionheart alongside him that night during his vigil. He swore he would be the best warrior he could be for his mentor, the cat who had taught him so much, and had meant everything in his young life. When Bluestar lost her last life in the next season, he wondered if his Clan had offended StarClan in some way. The Clans were at war, and good cats were dying moon after moon. He felt that he had to carry on for Lionheart and Bluestar, whose lives had been ended, but some days, it was difficult to imagine continuing without them. But it was during this time that he met Silverstream. Silverstream, Silverstream. The name that caused so much love, so much joy, and so much grief. It was a cold morning when he met her. He was out in the forest, hunting on his own near the Sunningrocks. He had been lost in thought, thinking of Lionheart and how he wanted to be hunting alongside him, or any cat. But no one else had been awake, and so he was alone with the cold and his thoughts of things long past. He scented the squirrel and pushed the thoughts away. The Clan needed to eat. He would feed the Clan. Lionheart and Bluestar would approve. When the time was right, he launched himself after the squirrel, barreling over the scent marks that separated ThunderClan and RiverClan and straight into the river. It was frozen, but not enough, and his gray bulk plunged into the icy water. He remembered thinking, I'm sorry, Lionheart, just before he felt teeth in his scruff pulling him toward the surface. Another cat was swimming alongside him, dragging him through the current toward the shore. He tried to paddle, but he was soaked through his thick fur, and wasn't much help. Soon, there was solid ground under his paws and he dragged himself up onto the bank. And then he looked up and saw her - silver fur, blue eyes, a sleek frame. Even though she was glaring at him like he had come from the Dark Forest, she was beautiful. "What are you doing on my territory, mousebrain? I thought ThunderClan warriors knew what RiverClan smelled like!" "I was a little busy." "Doing what, exactly?" "Drowning." That was all it took. They were intrigued with each other, and from this intrigue, they fell in love. From then on, they met secretly for moons. The cold days and nights seemed warmer with Silverstream by his side. There was nothing greater than their love. The Clans were living in war and hate, but with Silverstream, there was nothing but happiness. He thought that maybe, just maybe, they could solve everything, if only they were together. When he found out that she was bearing his kits, he was both scared and thrilled. His kits! With Silverstream! She would be the best mother. Beautiful and kind and funny, and smart! They would be the best kits anyone had ever seen. He wouldn't be able to watch them grow up, or mentor them, but he could see them at Gatherings and watch them from afar. It was as perfect as it could be, considering the circumstances. But circumstances always change. Just a few moons later, Silverstream was close to kitting, but they wanted to see each other again, one last time before she would have to stay in the nursery in RiverClan camp. They met at Sunningrocks, where the scents had mixed lately - no one would notice one more ThunderClan and one more RiverClan cat. At first, everything was fine. And then, she lurched, breathing heavily. The kits were coming, and there was blood, so much blood, too much blood. Something was wrong, wrong, wrong! No, Silverstream, don't leave! You can't. We have so much more together. No, Silverstream, don't leave me. Please. Please, Silverstream. Silverstream... "I love you, Graystripe. Take care of our kits." And then she was gone. At first, Graystripe thought there was nothing left. The kits were gone, Silverstream was gone. Why was he still alive when everything that had made him happy was gone? But then one of his Clan mates reminded him to visit his kits, and he remembered - they were alive! Silverstream was alive in them. All of their love was in these kits. Stormkit and Featherkit became the only reasons he wanted to live. He had to live for them, to tell them about their mother, to mentor them, to raise them well. That was why he left. Tigerstar didn't want him anyway. None of his Clanmates would speak to him, once they heard about him and Silverstream. They wouldn't forgive him. And besides, RiverClan wanted the kits back. Crookedstar wanted his daughter's kits in her Clan. Graystripe didn't blame him. RiverClan was their home. And now it was his, too. He wasn't allowed to fight alongside them, though. When ThunderClan invaded the Tall Pines, he was not invited to come. He wasn't surprised - the RiverClan cats didn't trust him, either, but his kits needed him. They trusted him. Even if no one else did, he had them. When Crookedstar lost his final life, Graystripe was nervous of what Leopardstar would do to him. He was sure that she wouldn't let him stay, even with his kits in the Clan - she trusted him less than any other cat. At least, that was how he felt. She was always looking at him, like she was waiting for him to step out of line somehow. He worked hard, trying to prove that he was a loyal RiverClan warrior now. ThunderClan held nothing for him now, not with Tigerstar in charge and every one of his Clan mates distrusting him. And Leopardstar let him stay. He still feels as though he's on probation, but for now, he can be the father he wanted to be. He was so proud of his kits when they became apprentices, and continues to watch out for them to this day. OTHER INFORMATION Not sure if Graystripe will mentor Stormpaw or not, so I left that vague. Otherwise, I look forward to playing him~! :D RP SAMPLE A battle was being fought, but Graystripe heard something out of place. Nothing. He heard nothing. He lashed his thick tail, hating being confined to camp. He was restless. He had gone out earlier in the day and had hunted. He wasn't a bad fisher, for a forest cat, as the other RiverClanners liked to say. He had left shortly after the extra patrol had gone out to support their Clan mates against ThunderClan in the Tall Pines. Of course, every cat had told him to stay home. He couldn't fight against his birth Clan, they all reasoned to themselves. Graystripe wanted to agree with them. It made the most sense. But he wasn't sure that he could say that he wouldn't fight against ThunderClan. It made his stomach churn with confusion. He could still close his eyes and remember ThunderClan's camp perfectly. The brambles that made up the camp's walls, the dens, the lichen that covered the leader's den at the base of High Rock... All of the memories were as clear as day. But he could also see Silverstream, and their two kits, and he wasn't sure where he belonged. Was he a ThunderClan cat, or a RiverClan father? "I'll go check on the kits." He decided aloud, even though there was no one to hear him. Most cats were in their dens, waiting for news of the battle. He turned and padded toward the nursery. The queens had been suspicious of him at first, but he suspected that they liked him now, at least a little. He cared for his kits so much and wanted to be with them all the time. They were almost ready to be apprentices now. They would be great apprentices, he could tell. Featherkit was quiet and sweet, and he had noticed Mudfur taking an interest in her. Perhaps she would be a medicine cat. The thought made Graystripe purr with pride. Stormkit was ready to be a warrior, of course. Graystripe half-hoped he would be his mentor, but somehow he didn't think Crookedstar would like that. Even if the RiverClan leader had been kind enough to accept him into the Clan, he wouldn't mentor any apprentices anytime soon. Still the outcast. He thought, somewhat bitterly. As he approached the nursery, however, the soft, warm scents drove the bitter, confusing thoughts from his mind. "Hello, my sweet kits," He called as he entered. ETCETERA OTHER CATS, |
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