Post by Leafclaw on Aug 28, 2016 0:39:22 GMT -6
thunderclan
leafclaw
AGE
29 Moons
GENDER
Male
RANK
Warrior
APPEARANCE
Ruddy, russet, lion running rampart - such is the appearance of Leafclaw. Named for his cutting green eyes, the large warrior is deceptively built. Though he is abnormally large amongst even ThunderClan cats, Leafclaw's build is not bulky. His well-proportioned body lends to this concept of slenderness, and it has been many a warrior who has chosen him as an opponent across the battlefield - only to realize their mistake as they clashed with the lion-like tom. His overall appearance is very fox-like, and it's a common occurrence for a young apprentice to mistakenly call "Fox!" only for him to emerge from the bushes a few moments later.
PERSONALITY
Quiet and contemplative, Leafclaw can come across as opaque, uninterested - even downright rude. Due to his abnormal size and relatively expressionless face, he can seem quite intimidating. Nevertheless, he is actually quite patient, and is willing to speak when it seems pertinent. He is a strange one, not known for spending time with another cat - excluding his brother, when the other tom can stand his presence. All together, he's somewhat of a black sheep amongst the fairly friendly (and supposedly nosy) ThunderClan.
What motives he does have are difficult to discern. Beyond his love for his deceased family members, he seems to see nothing other than the Warrior Code and the living brother who rejects him in all aspects of Clan life. Yet, none can deny his stalwart support of the code, brilliant fighting ability, or his satisfactorily completed tasks. To the clan, he is an enigma, but more importantly, he is a shadow that stretches across borders, warning would-be skirmishers to second-guess their invasion attempts.
HISTORY
Leafkit, like many of his clan, was born to a pair of ThunderClan warriors, alongside a sister and brother. While Ebonykit took after their father Nightwing, Leafkit was much more similar to their mother Fireblaze. Their sister, Rosekit, was dappled black-and-white, and it was Nightwing who remarked with nostalgia that she was so similar to his own mother, a grandparent Leafkit never knew.
As youngsters, the siblings were rambunctious and almost uncontrollable. Ebonykit had obviously inherited his mother's spontaneous nature, for it was he who was ultimately banned from the medicine cat den. And the leader's den. And scolded by a somewhat peeved Nightwing for trampling upon an elder's tail and interrupting the old cat's nap.
In comparison, Leafkit and Rosekit were quieter, more likely to observe and watch and learn. They followed their brother into his hi-jinks, but it was always with a cautious step, eyes narrowed in concentration. Rosekit followed Ebonykit because love of her brother demanded nothing else. Leafkit followed because he was the largest of the three, the firstborn, and protection sang through his blood.
Despite their wild ways, the three were eventually apprenticed. No one commented on the ceremony being somewhat late - it had been punishment for Ebonykit and so his excluded siblings had rallied around their brother, refusing their apprenticeship ceremony until he could partake in his. Leafkit stood on one side of Ebonykit, and Rosekit stood to the other. Though she was the slightest of the three, her green eyes cut across the crowd as harshly as her elder brother's. Any comments made that day focused not on Ebonykit's misdeeds but rather on the familial bond that wrapped tightly around the siblings.
Leafkit received his mentor first, because he was the biggest. And yet despite his size, he quickly found himself dwarfed by a dark warrior - larger than most in the crowd, a pair of broad shoulders ensuring his way would not be blocked as he joined the young tom. This cat was Stoneshadow, and he carried himself much the way a true warrior must. Leafpaw, for the first time, felt small. And so, after he had been freed to find a nest within the apprentices' den, he scurried away, head and tail down. Ebonypaw and Rosepaw joined him within their quarters, and the three kept close.
In comparison to Leafpaw, who had received a warrior known for harsh words and harsher training tactics, Ebonypaw had been placed with an older she-cat, Flowerheart, who wasn't far from joining the elder's den. Rosepaw had been given to a younger warrior, Rainfur, and he seemed kind, if inexperienced and overwhelmed by his new task.
And so it was: the siblings slowly grew apart, though they still shared prey and slept close when leafbare bit deep into the camp. They grew as normal apprentices do. Leafpaw proved to be adapt at battling, learning to throw his weight around and use his bulk to assist clanmates overwhelmed in skirmishes. Though Stoneshadow was slow to give compliments, he was not a harsh mentor, and Leafpaw grew to respect them, though the two toms never grew close.
In comparison, Ebonypaw and Rosepaw seemed to adore their mentors, and so it was that when Stoneshadow had more pressing matters, he would turn over Leafpaw's care to Flowerheart or Rainfur - a kind acknowledgement of the siblings' bond.
And yet their apprenticeship was not without trials. The young cats came to intimately know death when Nightwing's corpse was slowly dragged into camp one day by his battered patrol. The cause of death was a badger, and the senior warrior had leapt between its cruel claws and one of the younger warriors. His spine had snapped, his body pummeled, and the kits mourned him quietly that night, huddled close for warmth.
It was a proper death for a warrior, Fireblaze whispered to them beneath StarClan's cold gaze. Nightwing had not been a cat eager to join the elder's den, but neither had he ever fought a battle with causalities within it. And so it was best for him to die this way: defending his clanmates, a noble and worthy sacrifice. Ebonypaw replied that he would like to take his father's name when he became a warrior, and his mother said that was a fine idea. Rosepaw sniffed and sobbed and rubbed her head against her dead father's - one last nuzzle.
For his part, Leafpaw watched and listened - a bulwark against the prying eyes that peeped from the shadows of the camp. His own green eyes glittered in the darkness, but he said nothing to his mother's gentle encouragement. And perhaps she hated him, just a little, for his inability to speak.
They came to take warrior names shortly afterward, and so it was that Roseface and Ebonywing and Leafclaw sat outside and regarded the stars above. Leafclaw was silent and stone-like, for his mentor had instilled in him the need to speak little and step lightly. And so as his siblings fidgeted with pride and anticipation and energy, he stared up at the great expanse above and wondered if Nightwing also found him detestable - for he showed less and less emotion, and where once he had kept friends amongst numerous clan cats, now he found the silence more peaceful.
As a warrior, Leafclaw was fierce and quickly came to be included in many border patrols. It was the length of him and it was the quick of him - he did not find rapture in bloodletting, instead fighting with the calculated strokes Stoneshadow had shown him. Cats came to know him as a perfect training partner, though speech was seldom found in his sessions.
In comparison, Ebonywing and Roseface were more celebrated. His sister had grown to show a wisdom far beyond her years and it was she who was the first to receive an apprentice. Ebonywing hungered to prove himself, and so it was that he took each challenge laid before him and pushed past each with a strength that left some she-cats breathless. He was nowhere near as large as his brother, but with Leafclaw a living stone, it was Ebonywing who received most affection, and it was he who first took a mate.
Poor fool.
When the biting sickness came, it was with an explosive swiftness that left so many cats breathless. Even Leafclaw had to sink his claws deep to withstand the stench of despair, the miasma of desperation and twisted hunger that cloaked the camp. And even he bowed to its might when it struck like a serpent - Fireblaze, brilliant and shining, twisted into a raging flame that rampaged with a fever that spoke of demons sunk deep beneath her fur. Roseface managed to stop her, but it came at the cost of her own sanity - her own future.
When all was said and done, she refused to join the Great March. Instead, she fled the very night it was proposed. Gone, beyond the trees. Far away, though Leafclaw knew she would one day appear again - in the stars above.
And so she was not there to help Leafclaw restrain Ebonywing, desperate, keening - as his mate joined the Great March, carrying his unborn kits, her face sunken in despair. Ebonywing screamed when the deed was done, and Leafclaw took him out into the forest to hunt, to forget.
There were no words to comfort his devastated brother. Leafclaw could only watch and know and ache - a despairing love that begged him to press closer to his brother. And yet he did not, for the truth of it was that Ebonywing would shred him as soon as they touched. And Leafclaw burned beneath his fur, knowing the truth of it. Knowing his own truth.
SEXUALITY
Pansexual
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
N/A
29 Moons
GENDER
Male
RANK
Warrior
APPEARANCE
Ruddy, russet, lion running rampart - such is the appearance of Leafclaw. Named for his cutting green eyes, the large warrior is deceptively built. Though he is abnormally large amongst even ThunderClan cats, Leafclaw's build is not bulky. His well-proportioned body lends to this concept of slenderness, and it has been many a warrior who has chosen him as an opponent across the battlefield - only to realize their mistake as they clashed with the lion-like tom. His overall appearance is very fox-like, and it's a common occurrence for a young apprentice to mistakenly call "Fox!" only for him to emerge from the bushes a few moments later.
PERSONALITY
Quiet and contemplative, Leafclaw can come across as opaque, uninterested - even downright rude. Due to his abnormal size and relatively expressionless face, he can seem quite intimidating. Nevertheless, he is actually quite patient, and is willing to speak when it seems pertinent. He is a strange one, not known for spending time with another cat - excluding his brother, when the other tom can stand his presence. All together, he's somewhat of a black sheep amongst the fairly friendly (and supposedly nosy) ThunderClan.
What motives he does have are difficult to discern. Beyond his love for his deceased family members, he seems to see nothing other than the Warrior Code and the living brother who rejects him in all aspects of Clan life. Yet, none can deny his stalwart support of the code, brilliant fighting ability, or his satisfactorily completed tasks. To the clan, he is an enigma, but more importantly, he is a shadow that stretches across borders, warning would-be skirmishers to second-guess their invasion attempts.
HISTORY
Leafkit, like many of his clan, was born to a pair of ThunderClan warriors, alongside a sister and brother. While Ebonykit took after their father Nightwing, Leafkit was much more similar to their mother Fireblaze. Their sister, Rosekit, was dappled black-and-white, and it was Nightwing who remarked with nostalgia that she was so similar to his own mother, a grandparent Leafkit never knew.
As youngsters, the siblings were rambunctious and almost uncontrollable. Ebonykit had obviously inherited his mother's spontaneous nature, for it was he who was ultimately banned from the medicine cat den. And the leader's den. And scolded by a somewhat peeved Nightwing for trampling upon an elder's tail and interrupting the old cat's nap.
In comparison, Leafkit and Rosekit were quieter, more likely to observe and watch and learn. They followed their brother into his hi-jinks, but it was always with a cautious step, eyes narrowed in concentration. Rosekit followed Ebonykit because love of her brother demanded nothing else. Leafkit followed because he was the largest of the three, the firstborn, and protection sang through his blood.
Despite their wild ways, the three were eventually apprenticed. No one commented on the ceremony being somewhat late - it had been punishment for Ebonykit and so his excluded siblings had rallied around their brother, refusing their apprenticeship ceremony until he could partake in his. Leafkit stood on one side of Ebonykit, and Rosekit stood to the other. Though she was the slightest of the three, her green eyes cut across the crowd as harshly as her elder brother's. Any comments made that day focused not on Ebonykit's misdeeds but rather on the familial bond that wrapped tightly around the siblings.
Leafkit received his mentor first, because he was the biggest. And yet despite his size, he quickly found himself dwarfed by a dark warrior - larger than most in the crowd, a pair of broad shoulders ensuring his way would not be blocked as he joined the young tom. This cat was Stoneshadow, and he carried himself much the way a true warrior must. Leafpaw, for the first time, felt small. And so, after he had been freed to find a nest within the apprentices' den, he scurried away, head and tail down. Ebonypaw and Rosepaw joined him within their quarters, and the three kept close.
In comparison to Leafpaw, who had received a warrior known for harsh words and harsher training tactics, Ebonypaw had been placed with an older she-cat, Flowerheart, who wasn't far from joining the elder's den. Rosepaw had been given to a younger warrior, Rainfur, and he seemed kind, if inexperienced and overwhelmed by his new task.
And so it was: the siblings slowly grew apart, though they still shared prey and slept close when leafbare bit deep into the camp. They grew as normal apprentices do. Leafpaw proved to be adapt at battling, learning to throw his weight around and use his bulk to assist clanmates overwhelmed in skirmishes. Though Stoneshadow was slow to give compliments, he was not a harsh mentor, and Leafpaw grew to respect them, though the two toms never grew close.
In comparison, Ebonypaw and Rosepaw seemed to adore their mentors, and so it was that when Stoneshadow had more pressing matters, he would turn over Leafpaw's care to Flowerheart or Rainfur - a kind acknowledgement of the siblings' bond.
And yet their apprenticeship was not without trials. The young cats came to intimately know death when Nightwing's corpse was slowly dragged into camp one day by his battered patrol. The cause of death was a badger, and the senior warrior had leapt between its cruel claws and one of the younger warriors. His spine had snapped, his body pummeled, and the kits mourned him quietly that night, huddled close for warmth.
It was a proper death for a warrior, Fireblaze whispered to them beneath StarClan's cold gaze. Nightwing had not been a cat eager to join the elder's den, but neither had he ever fought a battle with causalities within it. And so it was best for him to die this way: defending his clanmates, a noble and worthy sacrifice. Ebonypaw replied that he would like to take his father's name when he became a warrior, and his mother said that was a fine idea. Rosepaw sniffed and sobbed and rubbed her head against her dead father's - one last nuzzle.
For his part, Leafpaw watched and listened - a bulwark against the prying eyes that peeped from the shadows of the camp. His own green eyes glittered in the darkness, but he said nothing to his mother's gentle encouragement. And perhaps she hated him, just a little, for his inability to speak.
They came to take warrior names shortly afterward, and so it was that Roseface and Ebonywing and Leafclaw sat outside and regarded the stars above. Leafclaw was silent and stone-like, for his mentor had instilled in him the need to speak little and step lightly. And so as his siblings fidgeted with pride and anticipation and energy, he stared up at the great expanse above and wondered if Nightwing also found him detestable - for he showed less and less emotion, and where once he had kept friends amongst numerous clan cats, now he found the silence more peaceful.
As a warrior, Leafclaw was fierce and quickly came to be included in many border patrols. It was the length of him and it was the quick of him - he did not find rapture in bloodletting, instead fighting with the calculated strokes Stoneshadow had shown him. Cats came to know him as a perfect training partner, though speech was seldom found in his sessions.
In comparison, Ebonywing and Roseface were more celebrated. His sister had grown to show a wisdom far beyond her years and it was she who was the first to receive an apprentice. Ebonywing hungered to prove himself, and so it was that he took each challenge laid before him and pushed past each with a strength that left some she-cats breathless. He was nowhere near as large as his brother, but with Leafclaw a living stone, it was Ebonywing who received most affection, and it was he who first took a mate.
Poor fool.
When the biting sickness came, it was with an explosive swiftness that left so many cats breathless. Even Leafclaw had to sink his claws deep to withstand the stench of despair, the miasma of desperation and twisted hunger that cloaked the camp. And even he bowed to its might when it struck like a serpent - Fireblaze, brilliant and shining, twisted into a raging flame that rampaged with a fever that spoke of demons sunk deep beneath her fur. Roseface managed to stop her, but it came at the cost of her own sanity - her own future.
When all was said and done, she refused to join the Great March. Instead, she fled the very night it was proposed. Gone, beyond the trees. Far away, though Leafclaw knew she would one day appear again - in the stars above.
And so she was not there to help Leafclaw restrain Ebonywing, desperate, keening - as his mate joined the Great March, carrying his unborn kits, her face sunken in despair. Ebonywing screamed when the deed was done, and Leafclaw took him out into the forest to hunt, to forget.
There were no words to comfort his devastated brother. Leafclaw could only watch and know and ache - a despairing love that begged him to press closer to his brother. And yet he did not, for the truth of it was that Ebonywing would shred him as soon as they touched. And Leafclaw burned beneath his fur, knowing the truth of it. Knowing his own truth.
SEXUALITY
Pansexual
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
N/A
