Post by Smokewhisker on Sept 1, 2016 2:56:58 GMT -6
ShadowClan
Smokewhisker
AGE
41 Moons
GENDER
Male
RANK
Warrior
APPEARANCE
Smokewhisker is a grey-and-white tom with amber eyes. The white colouration of his fur covers most of his hind legs, his underbelly, his front paws, his chest, his muzzle and his nose. His fur is short and soft, allowing him to stay cool in warmer moons but growing slightly thicker in leaf-bare. Smokewhisker is smaller than average, excelling at speed and accuracy rather than strength and stamina. He was forced to learn good dodging and agility in combat in order to stand a chance. The only scars he has are small nicks here and there, as is the usual for a Clan cat.
PERSONALITY
Smokewhisker has always been empathetic towards other cats. He easily understands the feelings of others, so much so that he often lets their troubles take priority over his. One of the best ways to hurt him is to let him see you hurting. He doesn't often pay attention to his emotions and instead occupies himself with serving his Clan in every and in any way he can, be it diplomacy or hunting. Of course, this self-negligence can have bad effects on his mental health, allowing his mind to become bottled up with ignored feelings, but Smokewhisker has learnt to cope well enough.
Smokewhisker throws himself to his duties like some cats would to battle. He buries himself in the tasks he is given, using them to occupy his quick mind and help his Clanmates. Once he has been given a goal to complete, he takes its importance to heart and strives to complete it.
With this tendency to sympathise with others comes a strong dislike for arguments, fights and tense confrontations. Smokewhisker will try to diffuse situations with whatever he has at his disposal, but sometimes this reluctance to engage in conflict will carry over to situations where fighting is the just, reasonable course. Still, Smokewhisker has much respect for authority, whether it's the leader or StarClan, and will carry out orders unless they go against the warrior code. He sees the code as the backbone of the Clans that keep all cats safe, and wouldn't act against it unless the situation was very dire. This respect he has is reinforced by a sort of self-doubt he carries; he sees the world as a place full of pain that he could help to change, but the weight of this view rests heavily on him. How can he help everyone? How does he know that he's doing the best he can?
HISTORY
KIT:
One newleaf, a senior queen gave birth to a litter of two kits. They were Smokekit and his sister, Streamkit. Smokewhisker doesn't remember much about the earlier moons of his kithood. He knows that his mother declined to reveal who was the father of the litter and that his sister was snatched by a fox one day while they played in camp. It happened so fast that the Clan was left in shock as the starved beast was pursued by their fastest cats and they sunk into surprised mourning when the warriors returned empty-pawed. Smokekit was so young that the only recollection of his sister he has now is that she was silver, or maybe grey, like him, and that she was always kind. The rest of the peaceful days went by fast.
Smokepaw was, at first, a naive and timid apprentice. Instead of allowing him to slink off to be comforted by his mother, who was now an elder, his mentor forced him to keep at his duties and showed him through actions and words that responsibility was the greatest thing a cat could have. Smokepaw responded with commendable maturity in learning all he could from the warrior and becoming a hard-working and determined tom. He would stay out hunting as long as he was able, tend to the elders without complaint and do whatever task his mentor required of him.
Late that newleaf, Cloudstar was the leader of ShadowClan. Once when Smokepaw was out with another warrior on a hunting patrol, they discovered some sort of unknown Twoleg substance scattered throughout the forest. Knowing that some kits had been talking about playing in the forest, Smokepaw sent the warrior to run back to the camp and warn them while he marked the locations of all of the strange pellets. Using his speed and keen senses, the apprentice scoured the forest and didn't leave a single substance unmarked. Cloudstar was very pleased that the apprentice had saved them all the time and worry of locating the potentially dangerous objects, and held a warrior ceremony once the incident was over. He named the tom Smokewhisker for his sensitivity to all matters.
WARRIOR:
Smokewhisker's first moons as a warrior went by as they usually do. There were Gatherings and rivalries and losses, including Smokewhisker's mentor, who fought bravely until his end in a dispute with ThunderClan. In leaf-bare, his mother passed on after catching a particularly nasty case of greencough, and the young tom immersed himself in hunting and patrolling to ease the grief. He became and ear to listen to the Clan's worries and a shoulder to lean on in rougher moons. In newleaf, he was rewarded with a young apprentice of his own.
She was called Sparrowpaw, and she was open and brash where Smokewhisker was gentle and understanding. At first, their relationship was rocky; Smokewhisker found Sparrowpaw's personality overwhelming, while she thought him a bore. Once they got to know each other, however, they had a great dynamic. Being taught by a cat with such an instinctual care for others was just what Sparrowpaw needed, and her different perspective even taught Smokewhisker some things.
Sparrowpaw became Sparrowthorn, the first of her litter-mates to do so. After the fight with the badger that earned her the battle-related name, Smokewhisker was deeply proud of her. He was told that he had proved what a dedicated and talented warrior he was, a statement that he disagreed with. He had only done what he had to, after all. He would never forgive himself if he didn't do all he could for ShadowClan.
Smokewhisker settled into the rhythm of apprentice-less life again. When Froststar began leader, some eyes were on him, wondering if he was to be promoted, but another tom was chosen. Honestly, he wasn't surprised. He had doubted both that he would be good enough to be the deputy, and that Froststar would want him to be.
Leaf-bare arrived with the biting sickness. It was horrifying, to see your Clanmates reduced to mindless creatures. Even the quarantine of those who fell ill and all of the knowledge of the medicine cat could do nothing to stop the spread. Soon the other Clans and even the medicine cat themself fell prey to biting sickness. Something had to be done, but no one knew what. Among the last cats to contract the illness was Sparrowthorn. The Great March was then suggested at the Gathering.
Smokewhisker didn't know what to do. Ever since his apprentice days, his feelings and emotions had been a low priority, but now he was deep in grief, fear, and anguish. The warrior who was a friend to all of the Clan reverted to a stuttering, reserved tom. All the diseased cats embarked on the Great March and Smokewhisker watched as Sparrowthorn, his closest friend, left with them, her destination StarClan. Who decided which cats died too soon and which cats lived on? What was it that had determined that his dear Sparrowthorn was to contract the illness when he went on, unharmed? He didn't deserve to live. They didn't deserve to die. Smokewhisker was in quiet turmoil.
A moon went by. Smokewhisker hardly remembered a single sunrise in that blasted moon of grief and unspoken agony. He woke one morning and realised that he had gone backwards on his promise to himself that he would always do whatever he could for ShadowClan. Slowly, over the next moon, Smokewhisker came back to his senses. He returned to his empathetic, understanding, peacemaking self, more or less. Afterwards, of course, there was a faint, sad air that lingered around him on occasion.
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
N/A
Image credit: Wikipedia41 Moons
GENDER
Male
RANK
Warrior
APPEARANCE
Smokewhisker is a grey-and-white tom with amber eyes. The white colouration of his fur covers most of his hind legs, his underbelly, his front paws, his chest, his muzzle and his nose. His fur is short and soft, allowing him to stay cool in warmer moons but growing slightly thicker in leaf-bare. Smokewhisker is smaller than average, excelling at speed and accuracy rather than strength and stamina. He was forced to learn good dodging and agility in combat in order to stand a chance. The only scars he has are small nicks here and there, as is the usual for a Clan cat.
PERSONALITY
Smokewhisker has always been empathetic towards other cats. He easily understands the feelings of others, so much so that he often lets their troubles take priority over his. One of the best ways to hurt him is to let him see you hurting. He doesn't often pay attention to his emotions and instead occupies himself with serving his Clan in every and in any way he can, be it diplomacy or hunting. Of course, this self-negligence can have bad effects on his mental health, allowing his mind to become bottled up with ignored feelings, but Smokewhisker has learnt to cope well enough.
Smokewhisker throws himself to his duties like some cats would to battle. He buries himself in the tasks he is given, using them to occupy his quick mind and help his Clanmates. Once he has been given a goal to complete, he takes its importance to heart and strives to complete it.
With this tendency to sympathise with others comes a strong dislike for arguments, fights and tense confrontations. Smokewhisker will try to diffuse situations with whatever he has at his disposal, but sometimes this reluctance to engage in conflict will carry over to situations where fighting is the just, reasonable course. Still, Smokewhisker has much respect for authority, whether it's the leader or StarClan, and will carry out orders unless they go against the warrior code. He sees the code as the backbone of the Clans that keep all cats safe, and wouldn't act against it unless the situation was very dire. This respect he has is reinforced by a sort of self-doubt he carries; he sees the world as a place full of pain that he could help to change, but the weight of this view rests heavily on him. How can he help everyone? How does he know that he's doing the best he can?
HISTORY
KIT:
One newleaf, a senior queen gave birth to a litter of two kits. They were Smokekit and his sister, Streamkit. Smokewhisker doesn't remember much about the earlier moons of his kithood. He knows that his mother declined to reveal who was the father of the litter and that his sister was snatched by a fox one day while they played in camp. It happened so fast that the Clan was left in shock as the starved beast was pursued by their fastest cats and they sunk into surprised mourning when the warriors returned empty-pawed. Smokekit was so young that the only recollection of his sister he has now is that she was silver, or maybe grey, like him, and that she was always kind. The rest of the peaceful days went by fast.
APPRENTICE:
Smokepaw was, at first, a naive and timid apprentice. Instead of allowing him to slink off to be comforted by his mother, who was now an elder, his mentor forced him to keep at his duties and showed him through actions and words that responsibility was the greatest thing a cat could have. Smokepaw responded with commendable maturity in learning all he could from the warrior and becoming a hard-working and determined tom. He would stay out hunting as long as he was able, tend to the elders without complaint and do whatever task his mentor required of him.
Late that newleaf, Cloudstar was the leader of ShadowClan. Once when Smokepaw was out with another warrior on a hunting patrol, they discovered some sort of unknown Twoleg substance scattered throughout the forest. Knowing that some kits had been talking about playing in the forest, Smokepaw sent the warrior to run back to the camp and warn them while he marked the locations of all of the strange pellets. Using his speed and keen senses, the apprentice scoured the forest and didn't leave a single substance unmarked. Cloudstar was very pleased that the apprentice had saved them all the time and worry of locating the potentially dangerous objects, and held a warrior ceremony once the incident was over. He named the tom Smokewhisker for his sensitivity to all matters.
WARRIOR:
Smokewhisker's first moons as a warrior went by as they usually do. There were Gatherings and rivalries and losses, including Smokewhisker's mentor, who fought bravely until his end in a dispute with ThunderClan. In leaf-bare, his mother passed on after catching a particularly nasty case of greencough, and the young tom immersed himself in hunting and patrolling to ease the grief. He became and ear to listen to the Clan's worries and a shoulder to lean on in rougher moons. In newleaf, he was rewarded with a young apprentice of his own.
She was called Sparrowpaw, and she was open and brash where Smokewhisker was gentle and understanding. At first, their relationship was rocky; Smokewhisker found Sparrowpaw's personality overwhelming, while she thought him a bore. Once they got to know each other, however, they had a great dynamic. Being taught by a cat with such an instinctual care for others was just what Sparrowpaw needed, and her different perspective even taught Smokewhisker some things.
Sparrowpaw became Sparrowthorn, the first of her litter-mates to do so. After the fight with the badger that earned her the battle-related name, Smokewhisker was deeply proud of her. He was told that he had proved what a dedicated and talented warrior he was, a statement that he disagreed with. He had only done what he had to, after all. He would never forgive himself if he didn't do all he could for ShadowClan.
Smokewhisker settled into the rhythm of apprentice-less life again. When Froststar began leader, some eyes were on him, wondering if he was to be promoted, but another tom was chosen. Honestly, he wasn't surprised. He had doubted both that he would be good enough to be the deputy, and that Froststar would want him to be.
Leaf-bare arrived with the biting sickness. It was horrifying, to see your Clanmates reduced to mindless creatures. Even the quarantine of those who fell ill and all of the knowledge of the medicine cat could do nothing to stop the spread. Soon the other Clans and even the medicine cat themself fell prey to biting sickness. Something had to be done, but no one knew what. Among the last cats to contract the illness was Sparrowthorn. The Great March was then suggested at the Gathering.
Smokewhisker didn't know what to do. Ever since his apprentice days, his feelings and emotions had been a low priority, but now he was deep in grief, fear, and anguish. The warrior who was a friend to all of the Clan reverted to a stuttering, reserved tom. All the diseased cats embarked on the Great March and Smokewhisker watched as Sparrowthorn, his closest friend, left with them, her destination StarClan. Who decided which cats died too soon and which cats lived on? What was it that had determined that his dear Sparrowthorn was to contract the illness when he went on, unharmed? He didn't deserve to live. They didn't deserve to die. Smokewhisker was in quiet turmoil.
A moon went by. Smokewhisker hardly remembered a single sunrise in that blasted moon of grief and unspoken agony. He woke one morning and realised that he had gone backwards on his promise to himself that he would always do whatever he could for ShadowClan. Slowly, over the next moon, Smokewhisker came back to his senses. He returned to his empathetic, understanding, peacemaking self, more or less. Afterwards, of course, there was a faint, sad air that lingered around him on occasion.
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
N/A
