Post by snowfire on Apr 14, 2014 10:14:02 GMT -6
snowfire
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my great-great grandmother had died long before my birth; but in her name, my mother christened me. snow; as white and as pure as their lost relative - but that was not me. i would rule this clan, with a fire that would blaze so hot it burned even stones.
a tall white and orange tom with emerald green eyes.
at birth snow was a small kitten; born of white and orange fur, he would lay beside his brother - whose coloring was as black as the name he took after - and he would battle his way to his mother's milk. for even at that age he showed his strength; showed his true colors. but come a couple of moons; and at full height he matched his uncle; who had been a large cat to begin with. he held long legs; and a even longer tail that seemed to lash from side to side. but he would not be any different from his brother who matched him in height - it came to their eyes; where snow's was a emerald green, shinning eerily fro, his white face; would show the cold and distant look of a tom whose motives were anything but nice. with claws long and sharp; and pelt of medium length; he could appear to be a bulkier cat; but his lean form is something no-one would miss. give him his pelt - white and orange, and you will find a handsome cat with whom - time will consume and bring down.
they say my actions speak louder then words.
they always say that sometimes; any cat can be born with traits that they simply grow with. many know of a tom whose head is clear and whose eyes are always watching; proving his observant trait to be excellent. being born a loner, as were so many cats - they had to learn to be observant or to fall victim to the world around them. but that was not the only thing he picked up in the small group he belonged to - oh no; the tom learned to grow cautious and to use his constant questions to pull himself further into the small packs networks. inquisitive in the way he searched for the truth with questions and will do so until the truth is laid at his paws in clear and positive details. while he can come across as a cautious cat; walking in such a way that would show a cat whose steps are calculating and his eyes are cold to the sight; as if the wall of ice in his eyes shelter him from those around him. he comes across as a tom whose ice has shut him off a bit; coming to seem a little distant from those around him - but one does not have to fear it; so long as they are on his friends list and not his foe. stubborn is a typical sign you will find in the young tom - as he has been known to stick to his own thoughts rather then those in his group or even family; evening challenging his past leader's thoughts and rules. ambitious in a way that he will go to great lengths to get what he want; even letting his leader think he was right and getting injured - so that he may become the leader. confident, oh boy is he a confident young tom; who believes he can do just about anything if he so wills it - and his steps will be as confident as any cat. but there are other things that ones will find interesting; under all that cold; there is a charming young male who will warm a heart should he actually attempt to try - although that is hard to see some days. patient and protective are two final words that can be used to describe young snowfire; should he go to war against another clan, he would rather hole his clan up into a cavern and patiently wait out the other; he could last a long time waiting and plotting his own attack. however should anyone harm his clan in any way; the young tom will flash from ice to fire in a protective manner.
mother raised me, mother fed me, mother gave me life.
Snowflower lay upon her make-shift nest; memories of her life flooding her very being as she struggled to remain awake; she had so much she wished to tell her kits; her grandkits- even her great-grand kits, but with each passing breath she took; she knew she would be passing - her age had reached nearly a hundred and ten moons, and her bones had long since began to ache - even her mind was slipping at times - where she would forget a kit's name; or lose interest in her great-grandson Hill; who asked her more now to speak of these tales - of her clan. Windclan - the spirited and swift cats of the four clans - they had stood longer then others; but it was when they began to crumble that she watched her youngest kit Bramblekit flee into the moors; and thankfully she found him in the paws of a gentle rogue who she took on as her second mate. But looking back; Bramble had grown into a tom of his own; has a daughter with whom he had named Viper - and well... Snowflower - snowy your name is snowy! - knew her granddaughter was a strong one. Viper had found a handsome kitty-pet; convinced him to leave his home and join their little pack. Kevin was a strong tom; looked to have Shadowclan blood in his veins, and Snowflower had felt a kindness swell in her chest at the gentle, but firm tom and she respected him for helping his granddaughter raise their kits. For helping even her through their tough times when Bramble fell in a small fight with a tom. 'clan blood ran through him - i fear i am the last pure one among us; when i die kevin; watch over my granddaughter and your kits.' so she laid in her nest then; moons having passed; her youngest great-granddaughter was heavy with kits; her mate Salamander by her side. He held no clan blood - that much she could tell; bad blood was what her great-grandson would call it. But as she stared at each of her family members; she let those striking emerald eyes close forever and her spirit washed it's way into the sky; searching for her lost son Bearkit and her former mate Snaketooth.
petal was only a moon heavy with kits when her great-grandmother slipped between the void of life and death; and the haunting of it laid heavy on her mind. her mate, salamander would whisper soft and gentle words to her - and he would offer everything he could; his heart, the pelt on his back - even his life if she so wished it; but he watched her slowly sink - slowly fall into a whole that drank her strength away. she gave birth not long after her second moon - a young cat within the ranks of their group helped in the birth; she knew some herbs - as she too had kits and understood the liberties of the birthing den. petal gave birth to five kits. snow - in honor of my great-grandmother; look his pelt is white and he looks as strong and lean as her stories described the great warriors. gecko - in honor of your father; look he takes after you my sweet, sweet salamander. but luck was not on their side; their three daughters of whom they named; ice, fern and fawn respectfully did not make it past the first moon; and it drove the she-cat into a fit of madness; where her heart had shattered into a thousand pieces and her distant reaction to her two remaining sons proved to take their affects easily; feeling the distance - like most infants can feel - it was the eldest; snow - who lead the way from his mother's belly to that of the only other mother in their group - hiccup.
hill was their make-shift leader; and at the time of his young life - and as far back as he could remember; young snow thought highly of his uncle; i will be like him one day father; i will run this pack... clan... whatever this thing is. i will rule all of this and nothing will stop me!' with a impish grin, he would sway his kitten body away from his father and to wards his uncle. a promise he planned to keep - if even only a little bit of it would come to pass in the moons to follow. as they picked up and traveled; as they recruited more cats to their cause; snow grew up with the society they had formed. and entering his thirteenth moon he witness a small family pack join their group; breeze was their leader - she was of age with his uncle; and her mate and seven children joined them. 'my mother 's father was a member of Windclan - and if what you say is true; that you hold the blood - we will join with you. this is my family.' snow instantly took a liking to breeze's eldest daughter - forty-three moon old cloud. but it was never meant to be and snow watched as gecko claimed cloud as his mate and the two groups formed a stronger tie then just words of loyalty- but of family. the blood of windclan grew strong with them and yet it was snow who stuck his nose up and followed his uncle more closely. sixteen moons old and ready to prove his worth.
he remembered watching as his uncle and leader told them of a few cats who spoke of tale of two clans - shadow and river; and where hill would of spoke; snow stood from his seat and lifted that white muzzle to the sky; eyes glowing with a fierce passion; they are shadowed fish; they are as slippy as the fish and as deadly as the shadows. we must be cautious of them - we are the wind, we are the strength that blows and we can destroy the river and cast away the shadows.' come the next day they arranged to meet with this new cat; and standing tall next to his uncle; snow grew to know the other old tom's name - creek. joining together with this tom was something snow did not care much for - however upon the arrival of a new and third cat - snow grew interested in this idea of traveling together. that is really when he started to form his thoughts; he drew back from the three packs - watching and waiting; offering advice to his uncle with a slow and passionate paw. 'we must be wary uncle. one is of the trees- there roots grow strong, but even the most powerful of winds can blow them away.' and hill would smile his own little smile and the two toms would watch as they made their ways to a new territory. come it to pass; snow would follow his uncle into the moors. 'we know that these clans took suffixes; loyal warriors come to forth' snow watched as his family drew closer; as the other large family drew closer - and it was there that he watched them get called forth. his uncle was a calm cat; honest and blunt and as the ambitious tom spoke snow drank in everything he would meow.
"vipertail, dustheart, petalwish, salamanderheart, geckocall, cloudwhisker, crowpaw, rockclaw, breezepelt..." were some names he mentioned quickly; followed shortly by a small arrangement with hiccup - the she-cat who had nursed snow as a kit. she was given her name; and only for hill never desired to take a suffix. "to take one; would make me a warrior; I am the leader; I rule this clan... Hillclan - aye, since I am the former.' but snow was the last cat to receive his name. "Snow, you have been by me since your birth - and as the great clans did in the past; I believe it is time I also choose a deputy. Step forth as Snowfire and claim the duty I present you with." and with no hesitation; snow - or snowfire stepped forth and accepted his new title and rank. as the moons of settlement began; snowfire watched the fall of their first warrior - his aunt rockclaw. with her; his uncle went a touch mad; and listened to petalwish. "she claims it was treeclan! rockclaw would never cross a border unless provoke; let us settle this. a life for a life." but snowfire thought it unwise; and when his uncle lead the patrol that day; he stayed back at camp; tail lashing and anger burning deep within his heart.
hill would come home that night; passed out from the pain - with the few trusted warriors around him - and young crowpaw limping. "we gave them a tussle; tree was there too - i hope she bleeds for this." but snowfire held no ill with the leader of treeclan and only smiled patiently. "awake me once my uncle is up. i wish to speak to him on this matter." and not even a few hours later did he arrive at his uncle's den and saw the damage. my fore-leg is numb; i can not feel anything; this will mean i must retire to the elder's den along side my siblings and parents... you will rule this clan snowfire - do not fall victim to those who are weaker then you." but snowfire's lips only curled up and as he helped his uncle to his new nest he took to the rock; and announced his leadership before the clan. "before the clan, before the stars and before the dead whose promises we made to. i, snowfire am now leader of hillclan. until my days have numbered my body - or until the days have stolen my breath. i will rule." and so began his rule.
my name is that in which i make, call me the tiger within this soul.
The flashing of lightning in the was the last signs of the terrible storm that had rippled through Thunderclan. Tigersoul himself had awoken late that night to a crash of thunder that not only sent him springing from his den and crumbling over in pain from the landing onto his paw. The pain had sent him into a full panic mode - not to mention he had a whimpering apprentice to his left and the remembrance of his dream stuck in his head. The nightmare, one that his body had become aware of since the accident. He stared down angrily at his paw, twisted and mangled - stiffen up against his chest as he had learned to walk this way. Skypaw, his bouncy apprentice, frighten by the very thing they were named after -Thunder, and he felt guilt enter his heart. He remembered her first storm with him, and he had begrudgingly acknowledged that she did not simply fall back to sleep. He remembered telling the young cat to move over, well more correctly 'Shove over you lazily cat, now rest asure nothing will get you with me here.' He had been snappish in the beginning, but had slowly become a whisper of a promise - his apprentice was asleep moments later and as he lay beside her sleep avoided him.
'What would a clan-mate think?!' His first thoughts, but he shoved them into his mind as he rested for a moment and he awoke to the soft paws of a cat outside. Opening an eye he noticed Fernpaw asking if she could get him anything before the Midnight Patrol left. The distant sound of thunder was still there and he guessed only a few hours had passed and while he shook his head, his stomach growled with hunger. Fernpaw had fled after he had snapped at her, but Tigersoul was sure she would try to return and so he hobbled after her, paw still throbbing with pain. As he exited into the dark sky, the lightning seemed to crash across the sky as a small rumble of thunder broke and Fernpaw was standing just across from him - prey dropped as her eyes blew wide with fright. "Go away Fernpaw." He snarled at the young she-cat and watched as she fled the spot to join her mentor and the patrol. Sneer on his face he bent his head and waited for the patrol to leave before snatching the prey up and putting it on the pile.
With a lash of his tail he began his hobble back to his den, but his movements became sloppy and suddenly the ground seemed to give way below paw and he came crashing down onto his side. 'Great, my day is starting off perfectly!' He snarled inwardly, eyes flashing violently, the slightly muddy ground caking the side of his face and with a snarl he hobbled back to his den. The night air would soon disappear, but his muddy-face would remain. A single word from Skypaw and Tigersoul had sent her out into the forest with Firestorm to collect herbs. Every time that she-cat came about Tigersoul was more then happy to give her his apprentice and ignore the two she-cats. With a snarl into his own collect of herbs, he failed to witness the awakening of the camp and when Dappledtail came in for poppy seeds he had turned to the she-cat, "Get lost, you can handle a bit of pain!" The She-cat had fled with her tail between her legs, and his own pain began to throb again. Still hurting from his two mishaps, and his own lack of sleep was clawing at his insides.
“Tigersoul, would you mind helping me get some thorns out of my pelt?” His pelt began to bristle, of course it was Mistdappled, the calico she-cat warrior of his clan. He had seen her around, had felt eyes upon his pelt and it bothered him - whether that was a good bother or a bad, he wasn't quite sure yet. While his tabby brown fur was sticking up in annoyance, he knew that at least she had greeted him like a normal cat instead of demanding help - he wasn't a damn maid. “ There’s also a nasty one in my paw that just will not come out no matter what I do!” So she had at least attempted to get the thorn out, a nice gesture, but a foolish one. Turning on three paws, his injured one clearly starting to swell, he tilted his head, a sneer on his face. "If it will not come out of your paw, then it must of snagged on something. I guess that is a worthy excuse." His eye twitched at the idea of pulling thorns from a pelt - a job he would get Skypaw to do, simply because she was better at it. With a roll of his eyes again, he hobbled into the back with no indication that he was going to help her or not.
Poppy seeds, how in Starclan's name was he going to get them to her. He usually had Skypaw running around gathering stuff - and before her he had Jayclaw. Now he was lost as to how to get the seeds out with out making a mess. He settled with dragging the leaf out, and with a good couple of minutes, he was visible to the she-cat - well his behind at least. With eat hobble backwards, the mud-caked, sleep deprived tom was one hobble away from face planting into the leaf. Thankfully the stars were on his side and he made it back to Mistdapple with the leaf filled with poppy seeds. "Take at most two Poppy Seeds unless you want to knock yourself out." His sneer turned into a wicked grin, like the one he used on the younger annoying apprentices - to frighten them away, but he was sure the warrior wouldn't be to bothered, not many were - they chose to ignore him half of the time. "Where are the worst, other then your paw - I will have to wait to get that one out." He snarled out the last half - not really at her, but more at his self.
He was a useless Medicine Cat, so why couldn't Starclan leave him be when he had fallen. His ears pulled back as he noticed the first thorn on his own and with out warning, leaning up on his hind legs - muscles tightening as he used his good leg to hold himself up on Mistdapple and he leaned forward to yank the thorn clear of her fur and skin. Harshly at that, there was no time to be gentle if he had a many to go through. He spotted the next and began to yanking of the thorns, spitting the out to the side, hoping he himself would not step on them - all the while ignoring his own throbbing paw.
- know your not alone; cause i'm gonna make this place your home.
snowflower - formerly a windclan queen. died at the age of a hundred and ten moons.
bramble - formerly a windclan kit. died at the age of fifty-seven moons.
vipertail - formerly a rogue, descendent of a windclanner. currently eighty moons. (non playable character)
dustheart - formerly a kittypet named kevin. currently ninety-two moons. (non playable character)
hill - formerly leader of hillclan, retired early due to lose of his fore-leg. currently seventy-two moons. (non playable character)
rockclaw - formerly a rogue. died at the age of seventy from an infection.
moor - formerly a rogue. died at the age of thirty of a badger.
petalwish - formerly a rogue, forced into retirement by her brother hill. currently seventy-two moons. (playable)
salamanderheart - formerly a rogue, retired alongside his mate. currently seventy-nine moons. (playable)
geckocall - formerly a rogue. currently thirty-two moons. (playable)
ice - formerly a rogue. died at age five days.
fern - formerly a rogue. died at age fifteen days.
fawn - formerly a rogue. died at one moon.
cloudwhisker - formerly a rogue, currently fifty-nine moons. (playable)
crowpaw - formerly a rogue, son of gecko/cloud currently ten moons. (playable)
breezepelt - formerly a rogue and a descendent of windclan, currently seventy-five moons. (non playable character)
hiccup - formerly a rogue, a descendent of windclan, nursed gecko and snow. currently eighty moons old. (playable)
at birth snow was a small kitten; born of white and orange fur, he would lay beside his brother - whose coloring was as black as the name he took after - and he would battle his way to his mother's milk. for even at that age he showed his strength; showed his true colors. but come a couple of moons; and at full height he matched his uncle; who had been a large cat to begin with. he held long legs; and a even longer tail that seemed to lash from side to side. but he would not be any different from his brother who matched him in height - it came to their eyes; where snow's was a emerald green, shinning eerily fro, his white face; would show the cold and distant look of a tom whose motives were anything but nice. with claws long and sharp; and pelt of medium length; he could appear to be a bulkier cat; but his lean form is something no-one would miss. give him his pelt - white and orange, and you will find a handsome cat with whom - time will consume and bring down.
they say my actions speak louder then words.
they always say that sometimes; any cat can be born with traits that they simply grow with. many know of a tom whose head is clear and whose eyes are always watching; proving his observant trait to be excellent. being born a loner, as were so many cats - they had to learn to be observant or to fall victim to the world around them. but that was not the only thing he picked up in the small group he belonged to - oh no; the tom learned to grow cautious and to use his constant questions to pull himself further into the small packs networks. inquisitive in the way he searched for the truth with questions and will do so until the truth is laid at his paws in clear and positive details. while he can come across as a cautious cat; walking in such a way that would show a cat whose steps are calculating and his eyes are cold to the sight; as if the wall of ice in his eyes shelter him from those around him. he comes across as a tom whose ice has shut him off a bit; coming to seem a little distant from those around him - but one does not have to fear it; so long as they are on his friends list and not his foe. stubborn is a typical sign you will find in the young tom - as he has been known to stick to his own thoughts rather then those in his group or even family; evening challenging his past leader's thoughts and rules. ambitious in a way that he will go to great lengths to get what he want; even letting his leader think he was right and getting injured - so that he may become the leader. confident, oh boy is he a confident young tom; who believes he can do just about anything if he so wills it - and his steps will be as confident as any cat. but there are other things that ones will find interesting; under all that cold; there is a charming young male who will warm a heart should he actually attempt to try - although that is hard to see some days. patient and protective are two final words that can be used to describe young snowfire; should he go to war against another clan, he would rather hole his clan up into a cavern and patiently wait out the other; he could last a long time waiting and plotting his own attack. however should anyone harm his clan in any way; the young tom will flash from ice to fire in a protective manner.
mother raised me, mother fed me, mother gave me life.
Snowflower lay upon her make-shift nest; memories of her life flooding her very being as she struggled to remain awake; she had so much she wished to tell her kits; her grandkits- even her great-grand kits, but with each passing breath she took; she knew she would be passing - her age had reached nearly a hundred and ten moons, and her bones had long since began to ache - even her mind was slipping at times - where she would forget a kit's name; or lose interest in her great-grandson Hill; who asked her more now to speak of these tales - of her clan. Windclan - the spirited and swift cats of the four clans - they had stood longer then others; but it was when they began to crumble that she watched her youngest kit Bramblekit flee into the moors; and thankfully she found him in the paws of a gentle rogue who she took on as her second mate. But looking back; Bramble had grown into a tom of his own; has a daughter with whom he had named Viper - and well... Snowflower - snowy your name is snowy! - knew her granddaughter was a strong one. Viper had found a handsome kitty-pet; convinced him to leave his home and join their little pack. Kevin was a strong tom; looked to have Shadowclan blood in his veins, and Snowflower had felt a kindness swell in her chest at the gentle, but firm tom and she respected him for helping his granddaughter raise their kits. For helping even her through their tough times when Bramble fell in a small fight with a tom. 'clan blood ran through him - i fear i am the last pure one among us; when i die kevin; watch over my granddaughter and your kits.' so she laid in her nest then; moons having passed; her youngest great-granddaughter was heavy with kits; her mate Salamander by her side. He held no clan blood - that much she could tell; bad blood was what her great-grandson would call it. But as she stared at each of her family members; she let those striking emerald eyes close forever and her spirit washed it's way into the sky; searching for her lost son Bearkit and her former mate Snaketooth.
petal was only a moon heavy with kits when her great-grandmother slipped between the void of life and death; and the haunting of it laid heavy on her mind. her mate, salamander would whisper soft and gentle words to her - and he would offer everything he could; his heart, the pelt on his back - even his life if she so wished it; but he watched her slowly sink - slowly fall into a whole that drank her strength away. she gave birth not long after her second moon - a young cat within the ranks of their group helped in the birth; she knew some herbs - as she too had kits and understood the liberties of the birthing den. petal gave birth to five kits. snow - in honor of my great-grandmother; look his pelt is white and he looks as strong and lean as her stories described the great warriors. gecko - in honor of your father; look he takes after you my sweet, sweet salamander. but luck was not on their side; their three daughters of whom they named; ice, fern and fawn respectfully did not make it past the first moon; and it drove the she-cat into a fit of madness; where her heart had shattered into a thousand pieces and her distant reaction to her two remaining sons proved to take their affects easily; feeling the distance - like most infants can feel - it was the eldest; snow - who lead the way from his mother's belly to that of the only other mother in their group - hiccup.
hill was their make-shift leader; and at the time of his young life - and as far back as he could remember; young snow thought highly of his uncle; i will be like him one day father; i will run this pack... clan... whatever this thing is. i will rule all of this and nothing will stop me!' with a impish grin, he would sway his kitten body away from his father and to wards his uncle. a promise he planned to keep - if even only a little bit of it would come to pass in the moons to follow. as they picked up and traveled; as they recruited more cats to their cause; snow grew up with the society they had formed. and entering his thirteenth moon he witness a small family pack join their group; breeze was their leader - she was of age with his uncle; and her mate and seven children joined them. 'my mother 's father was a member of Windclan - and if what you say is true; that you hold the blood - we will join with you. this is my family.' snow instantly took a liking to breeze's eldest daughter - forty-three moon old cloud. but it was never meant to be and snow watched as gecko claimed cloud as his mate and the two groups formed a stronger tie then just words of loyalty- but of family. the blood of windclan grew strong with them and yet it was snow who stuck his nose up and followed his uncle more closely. sixteen moons old and ready to prove his worth.
he remembered watching as his uncle and leader told them of a few cats who spoke of tale of two clans - shadow and river; and where hill would of spoke; snow stood from his seat and lifted that white muzzle to the sky; eyes glowing with a fierce passion; they are shadowed fish; they are as slippy as the fish and as deadly as the shadows. we must be cautious of them - we are the wind, we are the strength that blows and we can destroy the river and cast away the shadows.' come the next day they arranged to meet with this new cat; and standing tall next to his uncle; snow grew to know the other old tom's name - creek. joining together with this tom was something snow did not care much for - however upon the arrival of a new and third cat - snow grew interested in this idea of traveling together. that is really when he started to form his thoughts; he drew back from the three packs - watching and waiting; offering advice to his uncle with a slow and passionate paw. 'we must be wary uncle. one is of the trees- there roots grow strong, but even the most powerful of winds can blow them away.' and hill would smile his own little smile and the two toms would watch as they made their ways to a new territory. come it to pass; snow would follow his uncle into the moors. 'we know that these clans took suffixes; loyal warriors come to forth' snow watched as his family drew closer; as the other large family drew closer - and it was there that he watched them get called forth. his uncle was a calm cat; honest and blunt and as the ambitious tom spoke snow drank in everything he would meow.
"vipertail, dustheart, petalwish, salamanderheart, geckocall, cloudwhisker, crowpaw, rockclaw, breezepelt..." were some names he mentioned quickly; followed shortly by a small arrangement with hiccup - the she-cat who had nursed snow as a kit. she was given her name; and only for hill never desired to take a suffix. "to take one; would make me a warrior; I am the leader; I rule this clan... Hillclan - aye, since I am the former.' but snow was the last cat to receive his name. "Snow, you have been by me since your birth - and as the great clans did in the past; I believe it is time I also choose a deputy. Step forth as Snowfire and claim the duty I present you with." and with no hesitation; snow - or snowfire stepped forth and accepted his new title and rank. as the moons of settlement began; snowfire watched the fall of their first warrior - his aunt rockclaw. with her; his uncle went a touch mad; and listened to petalwish. "she claims it was treeclan! rockclaw would never cross a border unless provoke; let us settle this. a life for a life." but snowfire thought it unwise; and when his uncle lead the patrol that day; he stayed back at camp; tail lashing and anger burning deep within his heart.
hill would come home that night; passed out from the pain - with the few trusted warriors around him - and young crowpaw limping. "we gave them a tussle; tree was there too - i hope she bleeds for this." but snowfire held no ill with the leader of treeclan and only smiled patiently. "awake me once my uncle is up. i wish to speak to him on this matter." and not even a few hours later did he arrive at his uncle's den and saw the damage. my fore-leg is numb; i can not feel anything; this will mean i must retire to the elder's den along side my siblings and parents... you will rule this clan snowfire - do not fall victim to those who are weaker then you." but snowfire's lips only curled up and as he helped his uncle to his new nest he took to the rock; and announced his leadership before the clan. "before the clan, before the stars and before the dead whose promises we made to. i, snowfire am now leader of hillclan. until my days have numbered my body - or until the days have stolen my breath. i will rule." and so began his rule.
my name is that in which i make, call me the tiger within this soul.
The flashing of lightning in the was the last signs of the terrible storm that had rippled through Thunderclan. Tigersoul himself had awoken late that night to a crash of thunder that not only sent him springing from his den and crumbling over in pain from the landing onto his paw. The pain had sent him into a full panic mode - not to mention he had a whimpering apprentice to his left and the remembrance of his dream stuck in his head. The nightmare, one that his body had become aware of since the accident. He stared down angrily at his paw, twisted and mangled - stiffen up against his chest as he had learned to walk this way. Skypaw, his bouncy apprentice, frighten by the very thing they were named after -Thunder, and he felt guilt enter his heart. He remembered her first storm with him, and he had begrudgingly acknowledged that she did not simply fall back to sleep. He remembered telling the young cat to move over, well more correctly 'Shove over you lazily cat, now rest asure nothing will get you with me here.' He had been snappish in the beginning, but had slowly become a whisper of a promise - his apprentice was asleep moments later and as he lay beside her sleep avoided him.
'What would a clan-mate think?!' His first thoughts, but he shoved them into his mind as he rested for a moment and he awoke to the soft paws of a cat outside. Opening an eye he noticed Fernpaw asking if she could get him anything before the Midnight Patrol left. The distant sound of thunder was still there and he guessed only a few hours had passed and while he shook his head, his stomach growled with hunger. Fernpaw had fled after he had snapped at her, but Tigersoul was sure she would try to return and so he hobbled after her, paw still throbbing with pain. As he exited into the dark sky, the lightning seemed to crash across the sky as a small rumble of thunder broke and Fernpaw was standing just across from him - prey dropped as her eyes blew wide with fright. "Go away Fernpaw." He snarled at the young she-cat and watched as she fled the spot to join her mentor and the patrol. Sneer on his face he bent his head and waited for the patrol to leave before snatching the prey up and putting it on the pile.
With a lash of his tail he began his hobble back to his den, but his movements became sloppy and suddenly the ground seemed to give way below paw and he came crashing down onto his side. 'Great, my day is starting off perfectly!' He snarled inwardly, eyes flashing violently, the slightly muddy ground caking the side of his face and with a snarl he hobbled back to his den. The night air would soon disappear, but his muddy-face would remain. A single word from Skypaw and Tigersoul had sent her out into the forest with Firestorm to collect herbs. Every time that she-cat came about Tigersoul was more then happy to give her his apprentice and ignore the two she-cats. With a snarl into his own collect of herbs, he failed to witness the awakening of the camp and when Dappledtail came in for poppy seeds he had turned to the she-cat, "Get lost, you can handle a bit of pain!" The She-cat had fled with her tail between her legs, and his own pain began to throb again. Still hurting from his two mishaps, and his own lack of sleep was clawing at his insides.
“Tigersoul, would you mind helping me get some thorns out of my pelt?” His pelt began to bristle, of course it was Mistdappled, the calico she-cat warrior of his clan. He had seen her around, had felt eyes upon his pelt and it bothered him - whether that was a good bother or a bad, he wasn't quite sure yet. While his tabby brown fur was sticking up in annoyance, he knew that at least she had greeted him like a normal cat instead of demanding help - he wasn't a damn maid. “ There’s also a nasty one in my paw that just will not come out no matter what I do!” So she had at least attempted to get the thorn out, a nice gesture, but a foolish one. Turning on three paws, his injured one clearly starting to swell, he tilted his head, a sneer on his face. "If it will not come out of your paw, then it must of snagged on something. I guess that is a worthy excuse." His eye twitched at the idea of pulling thorns from a pelt - a job he would get Skypaw to do, simply because she was better at it. With a roll of his eyes again, he hobbled into the back with no indication that he was going to help her or not.
Poppy seeds, how in Starclan's name was he going to get them to her. He usually had Skypaw running around gathering stuff - and before her he had Jayclaw. Now he was lost as to how to get the seeds out with out making a mess. He settled with dragging the leaf out, and with a good couple of minutes, he was visible to the she-cat - well his behind at least. With eat hobble backwards, the mud-caked, sleep deprived tom was one hobble away from face planting into the leaf. Thankfully the stars were on his side and he made it back to Mistdapple with the leaf filled with poppy seeds. "Take at most two Poppy Seeds unless you want to knock yourself out." His sneer turned into a wicked grin, like the one he used on the younger annoying apprentices - to frighten them away, but he was sure the warrior wouldn't be to bothered, not many were - they chose to ignore him half of the time. "Where are the worst, other then your paw - I will have to wait to get that one out." He snarled out the last half - not really at her, but more at his self.
He was a useless Medicine Cat, so why couldn't Starclan leave him be when he had fallen. His ears pulled back as he noticed the first thorn on his own and with out warning, leaning up on his hind legs - muscles tightening as he used his good leg to hold himself up on Mistdapple and he leaned forward to yank the thorn clear of her fur and skin. Harshly at that, there was no time to be gentle if he had a many to go through. He spotted the next and began to yanking of the thorns, spitting the out to the side, hoping he himself would not step on them - all the while ignoring his own throbbing paw.
- know your not alone; cause i'm gonna make this place your home.
vipertail - formerly a rogue, descendent of a windclanner. currently eighty moons. (non playable character)
dustheart - formerly a kittypet named kevin. currently ninety-two moons. (non playable character)
hill - formerly leader of hillclan, retired early due to lose of his fore-leg. currently seventy-two moons. (non playable character)
petalwish - formerly a rogue, forced into retirement by her brother hill. currently seventy-two moons. (playable)
salamanderheart - formerly a rogue, retired alongside his mate. currently seventy-nine moons. (playable)
geckocall - formerly a rogue. currently thirty-two moons. (playable)
cloudwhisker - formerly a rogue, currently fifty-nine moons. (playable)
crowpaw - formerly a rogue, son of gecko/cloud currently ten moons. (playable)
breezepelt - formerly a rogue and a descendent of windclan, currently seventy-five moons. (non playable character)
hiccup - formerly a rogue, a descendent of windclan, nursed gecko and snow. currently eighty moons old. (playable)
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