Post by Ritz on Jul 23, 2007 14:33:28 GMT -5
Name:
Spadeheart
Age:
20 Moons
Gender:
Tom
Position:
Warrior
Clan:
Duskclan
Appearance:
Spadeheart has a very original appearance, and isn't easy to confuse for anyone else. He has a very broad build, with powerful shoulders and a long, muscled body. His paws are fairly large, with claws that always seem to be half out, even though they don't threaten in any way when they do so. Watch out when they're fully out though.
His fur is moderately short, with slightly longer furs on his neck and belly. Spadeheart has a creamy white base color to his fur, with a large black patch over his left eye and ear. Almost his entire back is covered with a jagged black patch, starting just halfway down his neck, and going all the way down to the base of his tail. The patch branches onto his shoulders and thighs, and covers his left back leg entirely.
The bottoms of his pads have sparse black spots, with a lopsided spade-shape on one of the pads on his right front paw. Occasionally, Spadeheart can be seen licking that particular pad as if it were dirty or irritating to him. The truth being that Spadeheart just likes to keep it clean. It's the reason for his name, why let it be unrecognizable by smearing dirt on it?
His tail is long and completely white, like his stomach and the bottom of his neck. As a matter of fact, all his underside, with the exception of his left hind leg, is an unbroken creamy white color. Three out of four legs are mostly white, with sparse black hairs at random intervals along the outer leg.
Personality:
Spadehearts personality is usually easygoing with a hint of playfullness. He's the kind of cat that you can confide in without worrying that he'll go tell someone what you told him, or judge you based on anything. A common theory as to why he doesn't is that he doesn't even pay attention when other cats talk to him.
Easygoing or not, there's always just a bit of anxiety hidden just beneath the surface. Mostly due to the fact that Spadeheart is still waiting for his big brother to show up, he always seems to have his eyes on the horizon. If you happen to see him alone, you might see the way his face is filled with sorrow as he watches the stars on a new moon's night.
Spadeheart is friendly to most cats, including most rouges and loners, due to the fact that he's supposedly a loners kit. He's always just a bit to trusting and friendly, Spadeheart barely has a distrustful hair on his pelt. Whether you'd be willing to betray his big trusting green eyes is up to you though.
A question that has plauged Spadeheart since he made up his mind that his brother was still alive, was that if and when he found him, would Spadeheart stay with duskclan, even if His big brother didn't want him to? Wintercry and Goldtalon had always taught him that the clan comes first, but would Spadeheart ever choose his clan over his only family? He tries not to think about it often.
History:
Sunriver, a duskclan queen, never did tell anyone who was her kit's father. Although, many cats guesses where directed at a tom named Moonstorm. Moonstorm wasn't a duskclan tom, but a loner who lived on the outskirts of the duskclan territory. The large gray tom was from a desert very far east of the territories. and didn't speak much to anyone about anything, let alone his past.
When it came time, Sunriver had three beautiful kits. Well, two anyway. The third kit, a tiny little white she-cat was still-born, taken out and buried without being given a name. As for the other two, the oldest tom was a beautiful silver-gray color with bright green eyes. He was named ashkit for his ash-colored fur. The second-born tom was had a white base color to his fur, with a black patch over his left eye, and a large, jagged black patch covering most of his back. He was named Spadekit for a lopsided spade-shape on the bottom of one of his pads.
Sunriver grieved for the loss of her youngest kit, but tried hard to stay strong for her other two babies. Spadekit and Ashkit grew up close together and resented being separated for any period of time. They had a tendency to wail loudly when they couldn't find each other, so most other Duskclan cat's didn't even attempt to separate them.
To anyone with two brain cells to rub together, Sunriver was sinking into a deep depression. As her kits grew bigger and stronger, their mother distanced herself more and more from the rest of the clan and left the camp less and less. Spadekit and Ashkit occasionally noticed their mother acting strange, but didn't think much of it.
Finally, on the eve of the day they were to be apprenticed, Sunriver disappeared in the middle of the night. Taking a young Ashkit with her. Duskclan panicked the next day, forgoing Spadekit's apprentice ceremony for a search for Sunriver and Ashkit. After a long day of searching, A tom named Goldtalon dragged home the body of a reddish she-cat, just barely recognizable as Sunriver. The queen had drowned and apparently taken a ride in the rapids through some very sharp rocks.
Ashkit was nowhere to be found. Cats searched all night for him, but the small silver-gray cat was just gone. Spadekit wailed all day and night, wanting his brother and his mom to come back. For certain reasons, Spadekit wasn't allowed to see his mothers mutilated body.
The day after, when Goldtalon had sat down with Spadekit and gently explained that his mother and brother weren't coming back, the bicolored tom had quieted down and had silently grieved by pressing his face into Goldtalons shoulder. The older tom had stayed with Spadekit since bringing back his mother's body, and might have been made the kit's mentor if not for the fact that he already had an apprentice.
When he sun went down the day after Sunrivers death, an apprentice ceremony was held for Spadekit, making him Spadepaw. Spadepaw's mentor was a queen named Wintercry. Spadepaw was a quiet apprentice, who didn't speak to many cats. Most of his clanmates worried that he'd be that way forever, but he soon made it clear his loss of family wasn't going to hold him back his whole life.
When Spadepaw turned 13 Moons old, he was deemed ready to be a warrior of Duskclan. He still remembers that night so very clearly, as do most warriors. The black-and-white tom had stood there proudly as he received his warrior name; Spadeheart.
When Spadeheart sat vigil that night, he wondered if his mother would've been proud of him, and what would've happened to his brother. Would Ashkit have already been a warrior? Would they have both gotten their warrior names that night? What would Ashkits name have been? Ashscatter. The thought had jumped into his head unbidden on the last question. But deep within him, Spadeheart knew thats what it would've been.
He had looked up at the stars then. You can't be up there, he had thought silently. Starclan hasn't taken you yet. Whether it was true, or the just the thoughts of a kit who'd lost his family, Spadeheart believed that it was true. His mother was gone, but his brother was out there somewhere.
Finding out where, or talking to anyone about his lost brother, wasn't going to be easy though.
On some occasions of extreme paranoia, or absolute certainty that his brother's still out there somewhere, Spadeheart would dream of their kit days. Nothing prophetic, or indicating in anyway that his big brother was alive, but Spadeheart always felt reassured by his dreams.
The tom may very well spend most of his life peering into shadows and sniffing along the forest trail, because of the promise he made himself at 15 Moons. As long as there was hope that the older silver-gray tom still lived, Spadeheart wouldn't stop waiting for him.
Other:
Nuthin really.
IC:
Spadeheart yawned, displaying his pearly whites to anyone who cared to look his way. His head rested on his paws as he listened to the same stories he'd heard every day since he'd been stupid enough to wander over to the elders den and to polite to refuse coming back every single day. One of the elders was ranting about how they'd outrun a fox and lost it by swimming down the creek before the fox knew where she'd escaped to. The elder didn't even look like they could see Spadehearts bored expression.
The bi-colored tom nodded an made interested noises whenever he sensed he was supposed to, but otherwise just laid there and thought about everything in general and nothing in specific. I wonder why clouds are white when water's clear... He thought before nodding as one of the old toms meowed loudly that he'd once taken out a badger while he had a bellyache. What holds these old bags of bones and fur together anyway? He thought as he resisted yawing again.
Sometimes, Spadeheart thought that if it weren't for his visits, the elders would explode from being unable to get their badger-brained stories out there.
"Oh Spadeheart, thank you so much for coming here and listening to a bunch of old cats ranting." one of the she-cats said to him with a smile as he had gotten up to leave.
Oh great, now he felt bad.
{Blade and Feline}
Spadeheart
Age:
20 Moons
Gender:
Tom
Position:
Warrior
Clan:
Duskclan
Appearance:
Spadeheart has a very original appearance, and isn't easy to confuse for anyone else. He has a very broad build, with powerful shoulders and a long, muscled body. His paws are fairly large, with claws that always seem to be half out, even though they don't threaten in any way when they do so. Watch out when they're fully out though.
His fur is moderately short, with slightly longer furs on his neck and belly. Spadeheart has a creamy white base color to his fur, with a large black patch over his left eye and ear. Almost his entire back is covered with a jagged black patch, starting just halfway down his neck, and going all the way down to the base of his tail. The patch branches onto his shoulders and thighs, and covers his left back leg entirely.
The bottoms of his pads have sparse black spots, with a lopsided spade-shape on one of the pads on his right front paw. Occasionally, Spadeheart can be seen licking that particular pad as if it were dirty or irritating to him. The truth being that Spadeheart just likes to keep it clean. It's the reason for his name, why let it be unrecognizable by smearing dirt on it?
His tail is long and completely white, like his stomach and the bottom of his neck. As a matter of fact, all his underside, with the exception of his left hind leg, is an unbroken creamy white color. Three out of four legs are mostly white, with sparse black hairs at random intervals along the outer leg.
Personality:
Spadehearts personality is usually easygoing with a hint of playfullness. He's the kind of cat that you can confide in without worrying that he'll go tell someone what you told him, or judge you based on anything. A common theory as to why he doesn't is that he doesn't even pay attention when other cats talk to him.
Easygoing or not, there's always just a bit of anxiety hidden just beneath the surface. Mostly due to the fact that Spadeheart is still waiting for his big brother to show up, he always seems to have his eyes on the horizon. If you happen to see him alone, you might see the way his face is filled with sorrow as he watches the stars on a new moon's night.
Spadeheart is friendly to most cats, including most rouges and loners, due to the fact that he's supposedly a loners kit. He's always just a bit to trusting and friendly, Spadeheart barely has a distrustful hair on his pelt. Whether you'd be willing to betray his big trusting green eyes is up to you though.
A question that has plauged Spadeheart since he made up his mind that his brother was still alive, was that if and when he found him, would Spadeheart stay with duskclan, even if His big brother didn't want him to? Wintercry and Goldtalon had always taught him that the clan comes first, but would Spadeheart ever choose his clan over his only family? He tries not to think about it often.
History:
Sunriver, a duskclan queen, never did tell anyone who was her kit's father. Although, many cats guesses where directed at a tom named Moonstorm. Moonstorm wasn't a duskclan tom, but a loner who lived on the outskirts of the duskclan territory. The large gray tom was from a desert very far east of the territories. and didn't speak much to anyone about anything, let alone his past.
When it came time, Sunriver had three beautiful kits. Well, two anyway. The third kit, a tiny little white she-cat was still-born, taken out and buried without being given a name. As for the other two, the oldest tom was a beautiful silver-gray color with bright green eyes. He was named ashkit for his ash-colored fur. The second-born tom was had a white base color to his fur, with a black patch over his left eye, and a large, jagged black patch covering most of his back. He was named Spadekit for a lopsided spade-shape on the bottom of one of his pads.
Sunriver grieved for the loss of her youngest kit, but tried hard to stay strong for her other two babies. Spadekit and Ashkit grew up close together and resented being separated for any period of time. They had a tendency to wail loudly when they couldn't find each other, so most other Duskclan cat's didn't even attempt to separate them.
To anyone with two brain cells to rub together, Sunriver was sinking into a deep depression. As her kits grew bigger and stronger, their mother distanced herself more and more from the rest of the clan and left the camp less and less. Spadekit and Ashkit occasionally noticed their mother acting strange, but didn't think much of it.
Finally, on the eve of the day they were to be apprenticed, Sunriver disappeared in the middle of the night. Taking a young Ashkit with her. Duskclan panicked the next day, forgoing Spadekit's apprentice ceremony for a search for Sunriver and Ashkit. After a long day of searching, A tom named Goldtalon dragged home the body of a reddish she-cat, just barely recognizable as Sunriver. The queen had drowned and apparently taken a ride in the rapids through some very sharp rocks.
Ashkit was nowhere to be found. Cats searched all night for him, but the small silver-gray cat was just gone. Spadekit wailed all day and night, wanting his brother and his mom to come back. For certain reasons, Spadekit wasn't allowed to see his mothers mutilated body.
The day after, when Goldtalon had sat down with Spadekit and gently explained that his mother and brother weren't coming back, the bicolored tom had quieted down and had silently grieved by pressing his face into Goldtalons shoulder. The older tom had stayed with Spadekit since bringing back his mother's body, and might have been made the kit's mentor if not for the fact that he already had an apprentice.
When he sun went down the day after Sunrivers death, an apprentice ceremony was held for Spadekit, making him Spadepaw. Spadepaw's mentor was a queen named Wintercry. Spadepaw was a quiet apprentice, who didn't speak to many cats. Most of his clanmates worried that he'd be that way forever, but he soon made it clear his loss of family wasn't going to hold him back his whole life.
When Spadepaw turned 13 Moons old, he was deemed ready to be a warrior of Duskclan. He still remembers that night so very clearly, as do most warriors. The black-and-white tom had stood there proudly as he received his warrior name; Spadeheart.
When Spadeheart sat vigil that night, he wondered if his mother would've been proud of him, and what would've happened to his brother. Would Ashkit have already been a warrior? Would they have both gotten their warrior names that night? What would Ashkits name have been? Ashscatter. The thought had jumped into his head unbidden on the last question. But deep within him, Spadeheart knew thats what it would've been.
He had looked up at the stars then. You can't be up there, he had thought silently. Starclan hasn't taken you yet. Whether it was true, or the just the thoughts of a kit who'd lost his family, Spadeheart believed that it was true. His mother was gone, but his brother was out there somewhere.
Finding out where, or talking to anyone about his lost brother, wasn't going to be easy though.
On some occasions of extreme paranoia, or absolute certainty that his brother's still out there somewhere, Spadeheart would dream of their kit days. Nothing prophetic, or indicating in anyway that his big brother was alive, but Spadeheart always felt reassured by his dreams.
The tom may very well spend most of his life peering into shadows and sniffing along the forest trail, because of the promise he made himself at 15 Moons. As long as there was hope that the older silver-gray tom still lived, Spadeheart wouldn't stop waiting for him.
Other:
Nuthin really.
IC:
Spadeheart yawned, displaying his pearly whites to anyone who cared to look his way. His head rested on his paws as he listened to the same stories he'd heard every day since he'd been stupid enough to wander over to the elders den and to polite to refuse coming back every single day. One of the elders was ranting about how they'd outrun a fox and lost it by swimming down the creek before the fox knew where she'd escaped to. The elder didn't even look like they could see Spadehearts bored expression.
The bi-colored tom nodded an made interested noises whenever he sensed he was supposed to, but otherwise just laid there and thought about everything in general and nothing in specific. I wonder why clouds are white when water's clear... He thought before nodding as one of the old toms meowed loudly that he'd once taken out a badger while he had a bellyache. What holds these old bags of bones and fur together anyway? He thought as he resisted yawing again.
Sometimes, Spadeheart thought that if it weren't for his visits, the elders would explode from being unable to get their badger-brained stories out there.
"Oh Spadeheart, thank you so much for coming here and listening to a bunch of old cats ranting." one of the she-cats said to him with a smile as he had gotten up to leave.
Oh great, now he felt bad.
{Blade and Feline}
