Post by anika on Dec 29, 2008 21:22:27 GMT -5
Name: Birchtail
Rank: Elder
Gender: Tomcat
Age: 36 moons
Clan: PaleClan
Beliefs: Before the storm, Birchtail was, like any other typical warrior, a strong believer in StarClan. They crumbled a bit after the storm, though. Still, now that he's an elder, Birchtail holds some of the responsibility of teaching kits of StarClan and Clan lore and history. For the Clan's sake, and for the sake of the kits, Birchtail continues to believe in his warrior ancestors.
Mentor/Apprentice: None.
Kin: Father - unknown, mother - Ash-heart(fate unknown), siblings - none known
Mate: None, currently.
Appearance: Birchtail has pale gray fur, almost--but not quite--silver. Still, it was light enough for his mother to name him 'Birchkit.' He's moderately built somewhat broad-shouldered, although not quite stocky. His fur is quite fluffy, though, as well as long and thick--and that only supports the fact that his father was possibly a kittypet. Though he's an average size, Birchtail's fur makes him look bigger than he really is. His tail is plumy and feathery, which is what he was named for.
Birchtail has somewhat large ears resting on top of his head with tufts of silver fur on the top. His eyes are of a light green color, large and open, never guarded in the least. He has long whiskers sticking out from near his nose.
Birchtail has a small amount of white on him as well. Around his muzzle and throat is white fur, as well as his paws. Specks of white can also be found in various other parts of his body, but those are the most noticeable points.
His back leg is twisted at an awkward angle, giving him a permanent limp.
Personality: Birchtail has a very, very open personality. He can't lie--well, he can, but he can't do it well. His eyes can reveal every bit of his current mood--the poor tom has never been good at hiding his feelings, and he finds it easy to feel guilty about something, hence why he can't lie.
Because of his fluffy, soft fur, some cats believe Birchtail's unknown father is a kittypet. Birchtail merely ignore any taunts about his heritage, not at all bothered by them. He's a very selfless cat, putting the feelings of others before his, the reason why he chose to continue believing in StarClan. His selflessness can sometimes be considered softness, yet another bit of 'evidence' that he's a direct descendent of a kittypet. Despite all this, if pushed too far, Birchtail will snap, although it doesn't happen too often.
Birchtail is a good-natured cat, a natural follower. He'd always rather follow than lead, agree than argue. It was clear from the beginning that he would never be a leader, which is just as well, considering what happened to him. Still a fairly young cat, he has a lot of energy pent up in him and can be quite energetic at times. He's almost always cheerful.
History: Birchkit's mother, Ash-heart never revealed who his father was, not even to him. She refused to answer any questions about his father, naturally causing some of the cats to grow suspicious. Birchkit was her lone kit; he had no siblings, yet some cats thought she actually bore more than one kit--so what happened to them? No one knows.
Birchkit noticed his mother growing sadder and more restless, but he didn't know why. Finally, on the day he became an apprentice, she disappeared. Distraught, Birchpaw joined a patrol to search for her, but to no avail. Ash-heart was gone. Many cats assumed she couldn't take the pressure of so many cats demanding to know who Birchpaw's father was, but the young apprentice didn't dwell on it much. He merely accepted it and moved on.
With Ash-heart gone, the demands turned to taunts, which were directed to Birchpaw. He ignored them, continuing to train. He wasn't very good, and skills didn't come naturally to him as they did in other cats. Thus, he had to train twice as hard as the other apprentices.
The day Birchpaw became Birchtail was a very important day to him. He looked up at the stars of Silverpelt, wondering if his mother was there--or where in the world she was, wishing she could see that he had become a warrior at last.
The day of the storm was a horrible one. Birchtail ran alongside his Clanmates, scared for his and their lives. A flying branch struck him in the side, catching him off-guard and causing him to fall to the floor. As he struggled to his paws, an uprooted tree came crashing down. He leaped away, but the tree struck him a glancing blow, injuring his leg--not quite a break, but a bad sprain, at least. Of course, the Clans couldn't wait for him to recover. They traveled on, but the strain was too much for Birchtail. A permanent limp((*much worse than Shadowfur's, by the way*)) sent him to the elders den as soon as the PaleClan settled down, despite his fairly young age.
Picture: Later, later. >| (Or never. :D)
