Post by lionwhisker on May 6, 2014 17:21:24 GMT -6
lionwhisker
thirty-three moons || heterosexual|| warrior
and i'm up, down, spinning around. i'm high
and dry and kicked to the ground. i'm
lost and i'll never be found.
thirty-three moons || heterosexual|| warrior
and i'm up, down, spinning around. i'm high
and dry and kicked to the ground. i'm
lost and i'll never be found.
large orange tabby tom with pale green eyes
FACE ↣ Lionwhisker has an average face. Angular, with triangular-shaped ears atop it. He's not really a 'looker' with his every-day tom-next-door visage, but there seems to be something about the tom's face that draws others in. Set just right among all that ginger-colored fur are pale green eyes, offset by dark tabby 'tear' markings in the outer corners on either side. Having a bit of maine coon in him, the traditional tabby 'M' is visible on Lionwhiker's forehead, directly between his -some what large- triangular ears. The tom-cat's nose is a pale pink, and is nothing out of the ordinary.
BODY ↣ Ah, now this is where things get a bit.. different, so to speak. Lionwhisker is a large tom, and there is no 'oh well it's just because he's fluffy!' goin' on here. Nope, Lionwhisker is well and truly built. The tom possesses broad shoulders, which only serve to make him appear larger than life. He's not the largest in the clans, -at least he doesn't think so- but he does tend to tower over the ladies. Despite having a short coat, Lionwhisker's fur is pretty thick and is definitely able to keep him warm throughout the winter. The tom has varying shades throughout his pelt, from the palest of gingers to an almost russet in color. Darker tabby striping adorns his body, giving him that classic tabby-cat look.
EXTRA ↣ Lionwhisker has some scars, though at the age of thirty-three moons that's kind of a given. Most of the tom's scarring lies on his underbelly, covered by the thicker fur there. He's also got a couple of scars here and there along his forelegs, but that's another story altogether. The warrior has some pretty long white whiskers, which only seem to draw attention to his average face and slightly less average eye color.
PERSONALITY
positives ↣ helpful, charismatic, intuitive, courageous
a helping hand ↣ Lion is the kind of guy that's always willing to lend a helping hand, er, paw. He's a friendly kind of dude, and if he spies a clan-mate in need of assistance he's your tom. Lionwhisker is generally the one of the first to volunteer for patrols, and has often gotten vetoed from patrols by trying to go on too many with little to no sleep in between. Being the down to earth guy that he is, Lionwhisker will reach out to help someone in need even if he doesn't consider them a friend.
a charismatic creature ↣ Gosh, this guy, eh? Despite being a bit on the aloof side, Lionwhisker is hands-down a charismatic dude. He tends to be extremely charming, what with his bright green eyes and pleasant-to-the-ears voice. The tom's charm likely has a lot to do with the way he holds himself. Confidence. That's right, you heard me, confidence. Lionwhisker honestly doesn't have anything to be ashamed about. Okay sure, there are some things he doesn't like about himself, and maybe he's a wee bit self-conscious, but it's not as if he'd ever let others see him in such a light. Nah, Lionwhisker wants the rest of the clan to like him, after all. The tom-cat can be pretty awkward, though, especially when it comes to the ladies. Of course.. most of the time that only seems to make them like him more. In all honesty, Lionwhisker doesn't know just what it is about him that draws others in like moths to a flame, but hey, he ain't complainin'.
the intuitive ↣ There are various words that describe Lionwhisker, and intuitive is definitely one of them as it has kept him alive all these moons and landed him where he is now. His eyes are sharp, and able to pick up on many things. This intuitiveness is one reason that the tom keeps himself on the fringes of clan-life. He doesn't want to bear witness to the tensions, lusts, and whatever other sort of drama may be happening behind the scenes. When Lionwhisker is presented with a problem, his intuitiveness often leads him in the right direction. Keep in mind, though, that nothing is infallible, and there are many things that could easily slip past this keen-eyed tom. Lionwhisker's intuition helps him in both efficiency and effectiveness. When given a task, he will decide the quickest, cleanest solution to fulfilling his goals, and will then execute whatever actions he deems necessary to reach said goal.
heart of a lion ↣ Now, if there's one thing you should remember about Lionwhisker, it's that he's courageous. When it comes to those he truly cares about, Lionwhisker would do absolutely anything to ensure their safety. If he had to die so that someone he cared for could live, he'd do it in a heartbeat. However, just because he's brave doesn't mean he's stupid. He's not about to go out and instigate a fight with a fox just to see if he can defeat it. Honestly, to think this tom would do something like that is an insult.
negatives ↣ stubborn, trust-issues, compulsive, overcritical, ill-humored, aloof
head as hard as a rock ↣ God.. Lionwhisker sure is a stubborn one. When he believes in something, he's not likely to be swayed. Once on the path, it'd take an entire battalion of cats to force him from it. Despite this stubborn streak, Lionwhisker knows how to admit he's in the wrong and will do so, albeit grudgingly. This tom-cat isn't one to back down from a fight, especially when it's a dispute with another clan, and even more-so when he knows for certain that he is in the right. He is the kind of cat that will keep pushing, harder and harder, to get what he wants in life. This stubbornness isn't all it's cracked up to be, though. Sure, it's a good thing when in battle, keeping him from turning tail and running. But in day to day life, when opinions class, being stubborn can be a curse as well.
always a skeptic ↣ Lionwhisker has never been the kind of cat that believes in all that 'ancestors this' 'true love that' crap. He tends to believe things he can see with his own eyes, and lord knows he's never seen a ghost or anything like it. That being said, Lionwhisker doesn't put all of his faith in anything, really, and truth be told, he doesn't have much faith to begin with. In his younger years the tom was much more open and accepting, but after being left alone for so long he's going to have to re-learn how to open himself up to the outside world again.
can't stop, won't stop ↣ Lionwhisker is.. compulsive .. and that's the nice way of putting it. When anxious or nervous, the tom will sheathe and unsheathe his claws in sets of threes. He's never really noticed it, as it's something that just sort of started happening. The tom will also chew food in a pattern of 'chew, chew, chew, pause, chew chew chew, pause, etc.' Luckily, the tom doesn't feel the need to speak in series of threes, something he's sure would get on his ever-loving nerves. Although the tom has tried to mentally force himself to stop with the compulsiveness, so far it's been impossible to do so and he's more or less given up on it.
inner demons ↣ Lionwhisker is his own worst enemy. He constantly criticizes himself, and if he's unable to do something right the first time he'll keep trying until he does. This kind of behavior tends to be harmful to him, considering the fact that he will continue to push himself to the breaking point until he is satisfied with his job. Truth be told, Lionwhisker sort of hates himself. He blames himself for the death of his sister, Sundapple, and for his brother, Redclaw running off afterwards. Self-deprecating is a great way to describe this cat, actually. as he often makes critical jokes about himself, especially when he knows he's made even a minor mistake.
on the outside looking in ↣ Since the death of his sibling, Lionwhisker has been rather recluse. He mingles with the clan and is friendly to almost everyone, but there seems to be something, off, about him. Smiles don't reach his eyes, and when no one is looking his face is a blank mask of indifference. Despite being in the midst of things, laughing and joking with others, Lionwhisker remains on the outside looking in. When there's no one around he can't help but feel relief at not having to put on an act, finally free to be the surprisingly depressing creature he truly is on the inside.
HISTORY
Before birth ↣ Both of Lion's parents were loners, going by the names of Delilah and Quincy. The two had met by chance, when Quincy saved young Delilah from an adolescent fox intent on killing the she-cat. You see, before she met Quincy, Delilah had been a mere kitty-pet, and before he met Delilah, Quincy had been known as "Quin" a tough alley-cat that showed no mercy when double-crossed. As the moons passed, the two were insanely close, and they came to realize that they had quite a few things in common. Both cats could quite easily trace their ancestry back to the Clans of Old, namely, Thunderclan. Despite Delilah living as a Kittypet for the first half of her life, the she-cat had been told of her lineage and had vowed to herself that she would find others like her. Well, that vow was kept, alright, for she found Quincy not too long after it was made. Quincy could trace his ancestry back to some of the Thunderclan leaders, and having been brought up fighting to survive, Quincy had no real problem teaching his Delilah. The two wandered together, searching high and low for others like themselves, and at this point they had given themselves new names. Delilah was now 'Hawkflutter" and Quincy was 'Liongaze.' It was quite some time later that Hawkflutter found out she was pregnant, and it was truly a joyous occasion indeed. Everything was going great for so long, but of course, things can't and don't stay that way forever. One stormy evening, the two lovers had hunkered down in a barn, prepared to wait out the storm instead of venturing into it. However, it had been a day and a half since the duo had eaten last, and with Hawkflutter's pregnancy days coming to an end, food was a must-have. Like any good mate would, Liongaze had decided that he would go out into the storm, and after ensuring there was no way the rickety barn they were staying in would flood if the rain picked up further, he went out. Although she had waited and waited for him, eventually Hawkflutter fell asleep awaiting her mates return.
The next morning, she had awoken to the various songs of the nearby birds in the air. And yet, there was no Liongaze. Hawkflutter searched high and low for her mate, but was unsuccessful in locating him. That night, she hunted for herself and went back to sleep in the old barn alone. This night was the first of many. Each morning, the pregnant she-cat would wake up at the crack of dawn, hunt, search for her mate, rest, hunt, search, and finally arrive back at the barn when night fell. It became a never-ending, unrelenting pattern for her. It was nearly two moons later when Hawkflutter gave birth alone in that barn, but by this time she was completely used to being on her own. She'd not given up hope that Liongaze would return to her some day, somehow, but now she had bigger things to worry about. Namely, the three tiny kits she brought into the world. The first was a pale orange and cream female, given the name of Sunkit. The next was a tom such a deep shade of ginger he appeared red, and he was, rather aptly, given the name Redkit. The last kit to be born was Lion himself, the spitting image of his father save for his pale green eyes. This resemblance to the tom she had loved more than anything else in the world prompted Hawkflutter to give him his father's namesake, in the hopes that he too would grow to be the tom his father was before him.
Kit hood ↣ Along with Lion's birth came two siblings as well, adorned with the names Sunkit and Redkit. Despite being born last, Lionkit was soon the biggest of the trio, and he sort of took on the role of 'protector' in the group. At a very early age, Hawkflutter began telling them of their father, and how he was a descendant of the warriors of old. Being so young and impressionable, the three kits believed every word their mother said, and why wouldn't they? At the age of six moons, the three kits were given the suffix of 'paw' by their mother, and then they began to train. Despite not knowing an abundance about fighting and hunting, Hawkflutter had been taught enough to ensure the survival of her and her three children, and so that is just what she did.
Adolescence ↣ The next eight moons were a blur, and by this time the once tiny kits were full-grown cats. At the age of fourteen moons, the kits were given the new names of Sundapple, Redclaw, and Lionwhisker. They had long since moved from the old barn, the space far too small to house three fully grown felines. It wasn't long after the siblings got their 'warrior' names that their mother became ill. Apparently, while she had been hunting on her own, the she-cat had gotten into some sort of poison unknowingly. Although they were extremely saddened by their mother's death, the siblings had each other, and so they continued on the path that Hawkflutter had set them on.
The moons came and went as the three searched for more descendants of the clans to no avail. Despite his being the youngest, Lionwhisker had taken on the leadership position, much to Redclaw's exasperation. Still, for the next five moons Redclaw allowed his little brother to lead them, all the while edging closer and closer to the breaking point. And then, as is to be expected, Redclaw snapped. He'd gotten sick and tired of having to look for the descendants of the clans, and wanted to settle down and carve out their own bit of territory. Lionwhisker, of course, wished to honor his mother's wish, and refused his brothers demands. But, Redclaw would not take no for an answer. In the dead of night, the elder brother attacked Lionwhisker in an attempt to murder him. It was no real surprise that the fighting woke Sundapple, and it was a real sight to see. Lionwhisker adamantly refused to fight his brother, knowing that it would be an easy win with his much larger size. Still, Redclaw wouldn't take no for an answer, and had attacked anyway. Despite this, Lionwhisker didn't defend himself, and wouldn't even unsheathe his claws.
Unable to get her Redclaw to cease his fighting, Sundapple dove in front of her younger brother at the last possible moment. By then, it was far too late for Redclaw to correct himself, for he was already flying through the air, claws ready to meet skin and fur. And they did. Sundapple took the attack, sacrificing herself for her younger brother. When he saw what he'd done, Redclaw had turned tail and run off, leaving Lionwhisker alone to mourn and bury his sister.
A clan cat ↣ After the death of Sundapple, and the disappearance of Redclaw, Lionwhisker continued on his journey. He was twenty-seven moons old when he reached the territory of the clans emaciated and near death. Surprisingly enough, it was a Hillclan patrol that found the tom, passed out on their lands. When Lionwhisker had next come to, he'd been in a den of some sort, with a water-filled ball of moss by his head. The first thing the tom had done was drink as much as he possibly could, and then he had stumbled out of the mouth of the den and into Hillclan's camp. At first, the tom had been awe-struck to see so many cats in the same place at one time, and still more continued to enter and exit the grounds as they pleased! The next thing that Lionwhisker had noticed was a large jagged rock, upon which sat a single cat.
When Lionwhisker had finally been noticed, all movement within the vicinity had abruptly ground to a halt. The cat he'd spotted, an odd mixture of ginger and white, had asked a simple question in the form of 'Who are you'. Of course, Lionwhisker had answered truthfully. He's said his name, where he was born, and from whom he was descended. After that, it had been a bit of a, well, a bit of a roller-coaster ride, so-to-speak. The next day, Lionwhisker had been told of the three clans that ruled the lands he was currently on, and he'd been formerly escorted to the one they called 'Treeclan'. He had to admit, the clan was aptly named, what with the whole territory covered in dense trees and undergrowth. Upon arrival to this new place, Lionwhisker had once again explained who he was, and, to his surprise, had been extended an invitation to stay with the clan for a few nights. After three nights time, he'd started helping out here and there, learning the territory and hunting to help feed the clan.
The tom settled easily into clan-life, and on the seventh night he'd spent with Treeclan, he'd asked to formally become a part of the clan, if they would have him. By this point, Lionwhisker had made friends out of most of Treeclan, and he'd even taken to playing with the younger cats when he wasn't too busy. In all honesty, it was like Lionwhisker had been part of the clan for his entire life, and he was easily accepted as a true warrior of Treeclan.
SAMPLE
He'd been wandering for so many days that everything blurred together. The sun came up, he walked, the sun went down, he walked. Rarely would he rest, and rarely would he eat. Starvation wasn't such a bad thing, and in all honesty he didn't know just what kept him going. For the most part, the once magnificent tabby tom was delusional, his short coat stretched thin over a frame that once boasted strength and vitality. Now, though, he was little more than skin and bones. Yet still, he put one paw before the other, and continued on the journey given to him at birth. Eventually, he came upon the rolling hills and, his foot sliding home in an abandoned burrow of some sort, he went down, and stayed there.
He didn't remember waking up, and in all honesty he thought he was dead. Yet, his eyes were open, and above him the sky was black as pitch. But, what was that? His eyes narrowed to slits. Well, huh, that wasn't the sky at all, now was it. Turning his head to the side, the tom took a look around, spotting a ball of moss just to the left of his head. Thankfully, the thing was close enough that he didn't have to strain too much to reach it. The first mouthful was heaven, the next one pure bliss. Lord, it had been so long since he'd had something to drink, and he couldn't even begin to remember the last time he'd eaten something.
Groaning, the orange tabby forced himself to turn onto his stomach, stopping once there so he could catch his breath and drink some more. Once the water was gone and he was fully awake, he allowed himself to look around. Odd, but it seemed as though he was in a shallow cave of sorts. Shrugging to himself, Lionwhisker pushed himself to his paws, swaying for a moment as he regained his equilibrium. Though it was dark inside the cave, it wasn't too hard to locate the exit. Brushing through it, the tom-cat blinked at the bright sunlight that greeted him, squinching his eyes for a few moments as they became used to the brightness of the outdoors. Huh, so it was really the middle of the day? Mentally shrugging to himself, the tom cast his head from left to right.
Woh.. Talk about your wonders of the world. All around him were cats of various colors, although many of them seemed to have the same lithe body type. Directly before him was a large, jagged rock, upon which sat a ginger and white cat. Was it a tom, or she-cat? He honestly couldn't tell. Lionwhisker made to step forward, but soon became aware of the dozens of pairs of eyes that were burning into his pelt. Before he could make another move, the ginger and white tom, for as the cat had moved to sit before him he could now tell its gender, spoke. "I, am Snowfire, and you are in Hillclan. Might I ask who you are?" Lionwhisker couldn't help but stare open-mouthed. Hill...clan? That meant.. That meant he'd found a clan, one like his mother had told him about all those years ago! Clearing his throat, the frail tom squared his shoulders as much as he could in his diminished state. "I am Lionwhisker, son of Hawkflutter and Liongaze, descendant of Thunderclan."
FACE ↣ Lionwhisker has an average face. Angular, with triangular-shaped ears atop it. He's not really a 'looker' with his every-day tom-next-door visage, but there seems to be something about the tom's face that draws others in. Set just right among all that ginger-colored fur are pale green eyes, offset by dark tabby 'tear' markings in the outer corners on either side. Having a bit of maine coon in him, the traditional tabby 'M' is visible on Lionwhiker's forehead, directly between his -some what large- triangular ears. The tom-cat's nose is a pale pink, and is nothing out of the ordinary.
BODY ↣ Ah, now this is where things get a bit.. different, so to speak. Lionwhisker is a large tom, and there is no 'oh well it's just because he's fluffy!' goin' on here. Nope, Lionwhisker is well and truly built. The tom possesses broad shoulders, which only serve to make him appear larger than life. He's not the largest in the clans, -at least he doesn't think so- but he does tend to tower over the ladies. Despite having a short coat, Lionwhisker's fur is pretty thick and is definitely able to keep him warm throughout the winter. The tom has varying shades throughout his pelt, from the palest of gingers to an almost russet in color. Darker tabby striping adorns his body, giving him that classic tabby-cat look.
EXTRA ↣ Lionwhisker has some scars, though at the age of thirty-three moons that's kind of a given. Most of the tom's scarring lies on his underbelly, covered by the thicker fur there. He's also got a couple of scars here and there along his forelegs, but that's another story altogether. The warrior has some pretty long white whiskers, which only seem to draw attention to his average face and slightly less average eye color.
PERSONALITY
positives ↣ helpful, charismatic, intuitive, courageous
a helping hand ↣ Lion is the kind of guy that's always willing to lend a helping hand, er, paw. He's a friendly kind of dude, and if he spies a clan-mate in need of assistance he's your tom. Lionwhisker is generally the one of the first to volunteer for patrols, and has often gotten vetoed from patrols by trying to go on too many with little to no sleep in between. Being the down to earth guy that he is, Lionwhisker will reach out to help someone in need even if he doesn't consider them a friend.
a charismatic creature ↣ Gosh, this guy, eh? Despite being a bit on the aloof side, Lionwhisker is hands-down a charismatic dude. He tends to be extremely charming, what with his bright green eyes and pleasant-to-the-ears voice. The tom's charm likely has a lot to do with the way he holds himself. Confidence. That's right, you heard me, confidence. Lionwhisker honestly doesn't have anything to be ashamed about. Okay sure, there are some things he doesn't like about himself, and maybe he's a wee bit self-conscious, but it's not as if he'd ever let others see him in such a light. Nah, Lionwhisker wants the rest of the clan to like him, after all. The tom-cat can be pretty awkward, though, especially when it comes to the ladies. Of course.. most of the time that only seems to make them like him more. In all honesty, Lionwhisker doesn't know just what it is about him that draws others in like moths to a flame, but hey, he ain't complainin'.
the intuitive ↣ There are various words that describe Lionwhisker, and intuitive is definitely one of them as it has kept him alive all these moons and landed him where he is now. His eyes are sharp, and able to pick up on many things. This intuitiveness is one reason that the tom keeps himself on the fringes of clan-life. He doesn't want to bear witness to the tensions, lusts, and whatever other sort of drama may be happening behind the scenes. When Lionwhisker is presented with a problem, his intuitiveness often leads him in the right direction. Keep in mind, though, that nothing is infallible, and there are many things that could easily slip past this keen-eyed tom. Lionwhisker's intuition helps him in both efficiency and effectiveness. When given a task, he will decide the quickest, cleanest solution to fulfilling his goals, and will then execute whatever actions he deems necessary to reach said goal.
heart of a lion ↣ Now, if there's one thing you should remember about Lionwhisker, it's that he's courageous. When it comes to those he truly cares about, Lionwhisker would do absolutely anything to ensure their safety. If he had to die so that someone he cared for could live, he'd do it in a heartbeat. However, just because he's brave doesn't mean he's stupid. He's not about to go out and instigate a fight with a fox just to see if he can defeat it. Honestly, to think this tom would do something like that is an insult.
negatives ↣ stubborn, trust-issues, compulsive, overcritical, ill-humored, aloof
head as hard as a rock ↣ God.. Lionwhisker sure is a stubborn one. When he believes in something, he's not likely to be swayed. Once on the path, it'd take an entire battalion of cats to force him from it. Despite this stubborn streak, Lionwhisker knows how to admit he's in the wrong and will do so, albeit grudgingly. This tom-cat isn't one to back down from a fight, especially when it's a dispute with another clan, and even more-so when he knows for certain that he is in the right. He is the kind of cat that will keep pushing, harder and harder, to get what he wants in life. This stubbornness isn't all it's cracked up to be, though. Sure, it's a good thing when in battle, keeping him from turning tail and running. But in day to day life, when opinions class, being stubborn can be a curse as well.
always a skeptic ↣ Lionwhisker has never been the kind of cat that believes in all that 'ancestors this' 'true love that' crap. He tends to believe things he can see with his own eyes, and lord knows he's never seen a ghost or anything like it. That being said, Lionwhisker doesn't put all of his faith in anything, really, and truth be told, he doesn't have much faith to begin with. In his younger years the tom was much more open and accepting, but after being left alone for so long he's going to have to re-learn how to open himself up to the outside world again.
can't stop, won't stop ↣ Lionwhisker is.. compulsive .. and that's the nice way of putting it. When anxious or nervous, the tom will sheathe and unsheathe his claws in sets of threes. He's never really noticed it, as it's something that just sort of started happening. The tom will also chew food in a pattern of 'chew, chew, chew, pause, chew chew chew, pause, etc.' Luckily, the tom doesn't feel the need to speak in series of threes, something he's sure would get on his ever-loving nerves. Although the tom has tried to mentally force himself to stop with the compulsiveness, so far it's been impossible to do so and he's more or less given up on it.
inner demons ↣ Lionwhisker is his own worst enemy. He constantly criticizes himself, and if he's unable to do something right the first time he'll keep trying until he does. This kind of behavior tends to be harmful to him, considering the fact that he will continue to push himself to the breaking point until he is satisfied with his job. Truth be told, Lionwhisker sort of hates himself. He blames himself for the death of his sister, Sundapple, and for his brother, Redclaw running off afterwards. Self-deprecating is a great way to describe this cat, actually. as he often makes critical jokes about himself, especially when he knows he's made even a minor mistake.
on the outside looking in ↣ Since the death of his sibling, Lionwhisker has been rather recluse. He mingles with the clan and is friendly to almost everyone, but there seems to be something, off, about him. Smiles don't reach his eyes, and when no one is looking his face is a blank mask of indifference. Despite being in the midst of things, laughing and joking with others, Lionwhisker remains on the outside looking in. When there's no one around he can't help but feel relief at not having to put on an act, finally free to be the surprisingly depressing creature he truly is on the inside.
HISTORY
Before birth ↣ Both of Lion's parents were loners, going by the names of Delilah and Quincy. The two had met by chance, when Quincy saved young Delilah from an adolescent fox intent on killing the she-cat. You see, before she met Quincy, Delilah had been a mere kitty-pet, and before he met Delilah, Quincy had been known as "Quin" a tough alley-cat that showed no mercy when double-crossed. As the moons passed, the two were insanely close, and they came to realize that they had quite a few things in common. Both cats could quite easily trace their ancestry back to the Clans of Old, namely, Thunderclan. Despite Delilah living as a Kittypet for the first half of her life, the she-cat had been told of her lineage and had vowed to herself that she would find others like her. Well, that vow was kept, alright, for she found Quincy not too long after it was made. Quincy could trace his ancestry back to some of the Thunderclan leaders, and having been brought up fighting to survive, Quincy had no real problem teaching his Delilah. The two wandered together, searching high and low for others like themselves, and at this point they had given themselves new names. Delilah was now 'Hawkflutter" and Quincy was 'Liongaze.' It was quite some time later that Hawkflutter found out she was pregnant, and it was truly a joyous occasion indeed. Everything was going great for so long, but of course, things can't and don't stay that way forever. One stormy evening, the two lovers had hunkered down in a barn, prepared to wait out the storm instead of venturing into it. However, it had been a day and a half since the duo had eaten last, and with Hawkflutter's pregnancy days coming to an end, food was a must-have. Like any good mate would, Liongaze had decided that he would go out into the storm, and after ensuring there was no way the rickety barn they were staying in would flood if the rain picked up further, he went out. Although she had waited and waited for him, eventually Hawkflutter fell asleep awaiting her mates return.
The next morning, she had awoken to the various songs of the nearby birds in the air. And yet, there was no Liongaze. Hawkflutter searched high and low for her mate, but was unsuccessful in locating him. That night, she hunted for herself and went back to sleep in the old barn alone. This night was the first of many. Each morning, the pregnant she-cat would wake up at the crack of dawn, hunt, search for her mate, rest, hunt, search, and finally arrive back at the barn when night fell. It became a never-ending, unrelenting pattern for her. It was nearly two moons later when Hawkflutter gave birth alone in that barn, but by this time she was completely used to being on her own. She'd not given up hope that Liongaze would return to her some day, somehow, but now she had bigger things to worry about. Namely, the three tiny kits she brought into the world. The first was a pale orange and cream female, given the name of Sunkit. The next was a tom such a deep shade of ginger he appeared red, and he was, rather aptly, given the name Redkit. The last kit to be born was Lion himself, the spitting image of his father save for his pale green eyes. This resemblance to the tom she had loved more than anything else in the world prompted Hawkflutter to give him his father's namesake, in the hopes that he too would grow to be the tom his father was before him.
Kit hood ↣ Along with Lion's birth came two siblings as well, adorned with the names Sunkit and Redkit. Despite being born last, Lionkit was soon the biggest of the trio, and he sort of took on the role of 'protector' in the group. At a very early age, Hawkflutter began telling them of their father, and how he was a descendant of the warriors of old. Being so young and impressionable, the three kits believed every word their mother said, and why wouldn't they? At the age of six moons, the three kits were given the suffix of 'paw' by their mother, and then they began to train. Despite not knowing an abundance about fighting and hunting, Hawkflutter had been taught enough to ensure the survival of her and her three children, and so that is just what she did.
Adolescence ↣ The next eight moons were a blur, and by this time the once tiny kits were full-grown cats. At the age of fourteen moons, the kits were given the new names of Sundapple, Redclaw, and Lionwhisker. They had long since moved from the old barn, the space far too small to house three fully grown felines. It wasn't long after the siblings got their 'warrior' names that their mother became ill. Apparently, while she had been hunting on her own, the she-cat had gotten into some sort of poison unknowingly. Although they were extremely saddened by their mother's death, the siblings had each other, and so they continued on the path that Hawkflutter had set them on.
The moons came and went as the three searched for more descendants of the clans to no avail. Despite his being the youngest, Lionwhisker had taken on the leadership position, much to Redclaw's exasperation. Still, for the next five moons Redclaw allowed his little brother to lead them, all the while edging closer and closer to the breaking point. And then, as is to be expected, Redclaw snapped. He'd gotten sick and tired of having to look for the descendants of the clans, and wanted to settle down and carve out their own bit of territory. Lionwhisker, of course, wished to honor his mother's wish, and refused his brothers demands. But, Redclaw would not take no for an answer. In the dead of night, the elder brother attacked Lionwhisker in an attempt to murder him. It was no real surprise that the fighting woke Sundapple, and it was a real sight to see. Lionwhisker adamantly refused to fight his brother, knowing that it would be an easy win with his much larger size. Still, Redclaw wouldn't take no for an answer, and had attacked anyway. Despite this, Lionwhisker didn't defend himself, and wouldn't even unsheathe his claws.
Unable to get her Redclaw to cease his fighting, Sundapple dove in front of her younger brother at the last possible moment. By then, it was far too late for Redclaw to correct himself, for he was already flying through the air, claws ready to meet skin and fur. And they did. Sundapple took the attack, sacrificing herself for her younger brother. When he saw what he'd done, Redclaw had turned tail and run off, leaving Lionwhisker alone to mourn and bury his sister.
A clan cat ↣ After the death of Sundapple, and the disappearance of Redclaw, Lionwhisker continued on his journey. He was twenty-seven moons old when he reached the territory of the clans emaciated and near death. Surprisingly enough, it was a Hillclan patrol that found the tom, passed out on their lands. When Lionwhisker had next come to, he'd been in a den of some sort, with a water-filled ball of moss by his head. The first thing the tom had done was drink as much as he possibly could, and then he had stumbled out of the mouth of the den and into Hillclan's camp. At first, the tom had been awe-struck to see so many cats in the same place at one time, and still more continued to enter and exit the grounds as they pleased! The next thing that Lionwhisker had noticed was a large jagged rock, upon which sat a single cat.
When Lionwhisker had finally been noticed, all movement within the vicinity had abruptly ground to a halt. The cat he'd spotted, an odd mixture of ginger and white, had asked a simple question in the form of 'Who are you'. Of course, Lionwhisker had answered truthfully. He's said his name, where he was born, and from whom he was descended. After that, it had been a bit of a, well, a bit of a roller-coaster ride, so-to-speak. The next day, Lionwhisker had been told of the three clans that ruled the lands he was currently on, and he'd been formerly escorted to the one they called 'Treeclan'. He had to admit, the clan was aptly named, what with the whole territory covered in dense trees and undergrowth. Upon arrival to this new place, Lionwhisker had once again explained who he was, and, to his surprise, had been extended an invitation to stay with the clan for a few nights. After three nights time, he'd started helping out here and there, learning the territory and hunting to help feed the clan.
The tom settled easily into clan-life, and on the seventh night he'd spent with Treeclan, he'd asked to formally become a part of the clan, if they would have him. By this point, Lionwhisker had made friends out of most of Treeclan, and he'd even taken to playing with the younger cats when he wasn't too busy. In all honesty, it was like Lionwhisker had been part of the clan for his entire life, and he was easily accepted as a true warrior of Treeclan.
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He'd been wandering for so many days that everything blurred together. The sun came up, he walked, the sun went down, he walked. Rarely would he rest, and rarely would he eat. Starvation wasn't such a bad thing, and in all honesty he didn't know just what kept him going. For the most part, the once magnificent tabby tom was delusional, his short coat stretched thin over a frame that once boasted strength and vitality. Now, though, he was little more than skin and bones. Yet still, he put one paw before the other, and continued on the journey given to him at birth. Eventually, he came upon the rolling hills and, his foot sliding home in an abandoned burrow of some sort, he went down, and stayed there.
He didn't remember waking up, and in all honesty he thought he was dead. Yet, his eyes were open, and above him the sky was black as pitch. But, what was that? His eyes narrowed to slits. Well, huh, that wasn't the sky at all, now was it. Turning his head to the side, the tom took a look around, spotting a ball of moss just to the left of his head. Thankfully, the thing was close enough that he didn't have to strain too much to reach it. The first mouthful was heaven, the next one pure bliss. Lord, it had been so long since he'd had something to drink, and he couldn't even begin to remember the last time he'd eaten something.
Groaning, the orange tabby forced himself to turn onto his stomach, stopping once there so he could catch his breath and drink some more. Once the water was gone and he was fully awake, he allowed himself to look around. Odd, but it seemed as though he was in a shallow cave of sorts. Shrugging to himself, Lionwhisker pushed himself to his paws, swaying for a moment as he regained his equilibrium. Though it was dark inside the cave, it wasn't too hard to locate the exit. Brushing through it, the tom-cat blinked at the bright sunlight that greeted him, squinching his eyes for a few moments as they became used to the brightness of the outdoors. Huh, so it was really the middle of the day? Mentally shrugging to himself, the tom cast his head from left to right.
Woh.. Talk about your wonders of the world. All around him were cats of various colors, although many of them seemed to have the same lithe body type. Directly before him was a large, jagged rock, upon which sat a ginger and white cat. Was it a tom, or she-cat? He honestly couldn't tell. Lionwhisker made to step forward, but soon became aware of the dozens of pairs of eyes that were burning into his pelt. Before he could make another move, the ginger and white tom, for as the cat had moved to sit before him he could now tell its gender, spoke. "I, am Snowfire, and you are in Hillclan. Might I ask who you are?" Lionwhisker couldn't help but stare open-mouthed. Hill...clan? That meant.. That meant he'd found a clan, one like his mother had told him about all those years ago! Clearing his throat, the frail tom squared his shoulders as much as he could in his diminished state. "I am Lionwhisker, son of Hawkflutter and Liongaze, descendant of Thunderclan."
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