Post by Wispeh-Kins on Nov 20, 2008 21:17:58 GMT -8
N a m e: Faintpaw
G e n d e r: Tom
A g e: 10 moons
C l a n: StarClan
R a n k: Starclan Medicine Cat apprentice
I m a g e: tigressrampant.deviantart.com/art/Curious-Kitten-95524503
F a m i l y: Satu (Mother, deceased), Korti (Sister, deceased), Falconfang (Father deceased)
M a t e: Not allowed (that and he is just an apprentice)
K i t s: Not allowed (that and he is just an apprentice)
C o m p a n i o n . I m a g e: musingsonlifelawandgender.typepad.com/life_law_gender/images/copy_of_sharpshinned_hawk.jpg
C o m p a n i o n:
Groud is a small male sharp shinned hawk, with bright yellow eyes, and diverse markings.
Q u i c k . P h y s i c a l:
Faintpaw is a tall, slender young tom with olive green eyes, though one is fainter then the other. His pelt is lined with white fur, with brown and gray tabby markings in splotches along his back and tail. The innards of his ears are pink, along with his paw pads, and his nose. He has a small scar that lays across his nose, and a small notch in the tip of his tail.
F u l l . P h y s i c a l:
Faintpaw is a large cat for his age, most of it is due to his long and slender legs that balance his light weight perfectly for speed. His fur is a light white color that in the light looks almost a form of a perfect cream-like yellow. Though over the white, Faintpaw has fur in patches that looks like a mix of a gray tabby, and a brown tabby’s fur, mixing and matching to give him a large diversity of striped colors, but still the white overcomes most of his body.
He has larger ears then most cats, as the inside is a light pink, lined with small areas of a pinkish gray, and rosy browns. The Medicine Cat apprentice has a left eye that is light olive green, where the pupil is lined with a deeper green that make it look like his normal eye color almost fades to the black pupil, and his other eye is a fainter green, for he had lost most of his sight within it. He has light pink paw pads, and a light pink nose, of which has a small scar running from the top left to the bottom right. His tail is an average size for a cat his age, though it has a small kink in the very end that is hardy noticeable.
P e r s o n a l i t y:
Faintpaw, a sweet and gentle young tom where nothing ever comes unnoticed to him, from the pain in your neck, to even a small twig that has left a small scratch upon your paw pad. At least that was how he used to be. From coming into the clan, he had always shown dedication to helping other cats, even after the death of his mother. So they had accepted him into the clan as a medicine cat apprentice, he trained hard, but through all this, something always troubled his mind, he became harsher to those around him. Once a strong connection between him and Starclan bonded, now that he is a part of Starclan, he feels as though what had caused him to change was their fault, all of their fault.
Once the kindly cat now barley speaks to anyone, and when he does, his words are harsh, he feels that all cats should be treated equally though as to once being a rouge, and looks in pleasure upon those who feel the same. He loves talking to the wise, hearing stories of times before himself, and before even his mother had existed. Maybe one of the only things that can bring him real joy, though he is known to be a great faker, so who knows when he is telling a lie?
H i s t o r y:
The smell of the soft sodden ground from the rainfall last night entered his nose from the breeze that entered his and his mothers den, one that used to be an old foxes den, they had lived there since he was born. His light fur tingled as he felt the warm tongue of his mother rasp against his fur. The tingling chills shooting up his back, pleasing chills at that though. He lifted his head from his forepaws and turned to see his mothers loving face looking back at him.
“Good morning, my child.” She spoke as she got up, stretching her forepaws before her and gaping a long yawn. She sat down, her brown tail lightly coiled around her body like a small snake, and her deep blue eyes closed to show her son how much glee came from the mornings scent.
“Morning mother” Rio spoke, his olive green eyes glinting from the happiness that his mother showed. They didn’t mind being rouges, or loners for that matter, whatever other cats titled them, they were all cats so why should a cat go by titles? That question always aroused in his mind, bringing much thought and questions that he thought that one day he would ask a clan cat. He rolled over words in his mind thinking of the ideal way to say it when he finally met the perfect cat.
“Ready to go out?” His mother asked at the entrance of the den, interrupting his thoughts.
Ye…yes mom, coming!” he spoke, pushing the questions out of his mind; he would just have to think of them later.
They strolled along watching the leaves of autumn fall to the ground, to colors of gold, yellow, orange and red, glorified the world around them, almost like a distant tune, calming, pleasant, and relaxing.
“Ready to hunt something?” She spoke softly into his ear as he gaze set on a small squirrel trying to open a small nut that had fallen from a nearby beech tree. His eyes glowed with amazement. Me, hunt something? he thought to himself then nodded slowly to his mother. A small smirk spread across her face, and she lowered to ground like she was going to tell him the biggest secret in his life.
“You have watched me hunt, right?” She whispered softly almost sounding as impatient as a whimpering kit. He nodded softly, his eyes filled with wonder and amazement, his first time hunting! “Okay then, do as you always see me do then, keep low watch your feet carefully, step slowly and cautiously, and don’t let it go otherwise it will sound to all of the other prey.” He nodded hoping he would mess up, but if he did it would be alright right? It was only his first try… “Now go!” His mothers calm yet demanding voice had interrupted his thoughts once more and he began on his way, his forepaws placing one in front of the other almost in rhythm until he was close enough to the squirrel to leap… if he got a little closer he could just maybe… to late. The small prey turned around saw him as close as he was, and took away, dashing down the path, his feet followed, he had to catch it no matter what it took, if it took him up a tree so be it, he would be going right up with it. He wanted his first prey to be his first catch.
His paws thundered upon the ground, his heartbeat rising and the only sound beside the cracking of the dry autumn leaves underneath him and the squirrels feet was his mother giving out a little chuckle at his chase, and the slower movement of her paws behind him, to keep up and keep watch.
His attension turned back to the squirrel, he could almost smell, nevertheless taste its warm blood beneath his teeth, running past a strong scent of cat he continued onward… A shriek from behind stopped him dead, he turned around to see what it came from but nothing stood where the sheik had erupted from, and his mother was gone.
The once lost breath that was from running transferred to fear as his heart pounded in his chest, almost to fast for the small cat to take, he had gone father then he ever had.
“What are you doing in our territory?!” An angered voice erupted from behind Rio, his ears fell flat to his head as he slowly turned around.
“I was just… hunting with my…” his shivered made it harder for him to speak who was this cat?
“Hunting, in OUR territory?! That is absurd; you are such a mousebrain with the coming leaf-bare our clan has barely enough to feed our own mouths, not yours as well you furry hairball!” Rio knew something know, this was a clan cat, the first once he had ever seen, and now the questions he had once wanted to ask faded.
His teethed neared his face as he snapped them closed; Rio hissed back, what right did this clan cat have over him?
His paw lashed at his face, and a large gash law open across his nose, and another across his right eye. He held it shut and lowered himself to the ground in fear, this cat was so much bigger stronger, and more trained them him, what ever made him think to hiss back?
“Let him go or die!” A screeching hiss erupted from behind the cat, and Rio jumped in terror it was a familiar voice, but the harshness hid to him the fact that it was his own mother. The clan cat turned around and hissed and lashed at his mother, his claws extended across the face, four deep gashes now lay implanted on his mother, his eyes grew rounder, this was not the ways of a clan that he had heard from other wandering cats… He had heard that they were kindly cats… Not vicious beings that aren’t even deserving of the title cat.
The clan cat’s black an brown fur ripped at the movements he made, like violent waves of the sea, grasping and waiting for another to fall in its grasp, take hold and drown.
Satu struggled to the ground to show that she wasn’t going to fight unless needed.
The clan cat nodded in approval, then turned around as if looking to Rio, the fear flooded him again, more then before, was he going to last out at him to?
“I haven’t seen you in a while Satu.” He said as his head lifted upwards to look at the sky ahead, as if the small shaking scrap of fur wasn’t before him.
“Why do you think I left?” She hissed back her eyes not looking at anything except the ground. And his tail twitched with annoyance. “You said you would come back… you sad you would let me see them…” His eyes closed tightly trying to hold back the tears. “You said you would let me see my kits!” His mew was hurt, harsh, and yet… a scent of love lingered within it.
“I know what I said, and I am sorry I didn’t come earlier, but my time is soon… I didn’t come to let you see your kits; I came to give you him.” Rio’s eyes flashed with confusion, this cat was his father? But how, and why did his mother always talk as if she had never had met a clan cat, but no, she was in love with one!
“But why, why are you dying, I can’t live without you!” Falconfang’s eyes turned abruptly towards her, the terror marked in his eyes, and he hastily ran up to her and licked the blood away from her face. “I am so sorry…” he whispered in her ear.
“I don’t know why, but I can… I just feel it.” She turned away, blocking her gaze to see him, Rio just stood shaking from shock, and anger; if his mother was dying why didn’t she get help? Why didn’t she tell him?
“No, I know why…” Falconfang’s gaze turned upwards again as if looking at the sky would somehow take away his grief. “Your not dying your leaving, you always hated clan-life, now you are leaving” the end of his words ending with anger.
“Mom…” he mewed softly, to sad to cry, to confused to move, only his voice could do anything for him now.
“If you shall not stay with me, you shall stay with no one.” Falconfang hissed. Rio jumped back from the sudden change of attitude. Satu hissed back, her blue eyes blazed with fear, though her body looked weak. Falconfang launched himself towards her, and her to him, they slashed and fought, Rio stood motionless… Watching the two cats fight… His mother… and his father.
Thewy tussled until Falconfang pinned her down. “Your life ends here.” He hissed to Satu, Rio stepped back and closed his eyes, he could not watch and he could not stop anything that was happening to his mother, nothing could be stopped now.
Falconfang’s teeth sank into her neck, and her last breath went out, Rio’s mother was dead.
Falconfang turned to Rio, and sighed. “Do not worry, for you do not know the life that she had lived, she is in a better place now, with starclan.” Rio heaved a sigh, even though he wasn’t a clan cat, his mother had taught him starclan, some things made sense now though… Her mother was a clan cat… once at least… that is how he had learned so many things that clan cats knew… because she once was one.
“Come, you shall meet the clan, they shall never know of your mothers death, and they shall never know she was your mother, nor I your father” He sighed at the thought. “I love you, and I wont let anything hurt you, you are home now.” He purred while swishing his tail over Rio’s back, his bloody eye still closed from the pain, and the dried blood around his nose itched, but that wasn’t the only thing that bothered him, even though his father called it home, it sounded like the worst word to be used in a situation like this, no place could be home without family.
O v e r a l l:
Faintpaw is a bad tempered young tom, who generally keeps to himself, he seeks revenge on those who tormented his mothers life, though never shows much sign of it. He is a tall, and slender cat with light olive green eyes, with one a little bit cloudy due to a small amount of loss of sight within it. He is white with spots where it looks like brownish-gray tabby colored fur that are in splotches around his back area, tail, and face.
S a m p l e:
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(trying for the Starclan traitor... Yes there is more to his history... but I don't want to add it right now... I will later though, I promise. :3)
-croses fingers-
