Post by moof on Jan 25, 2009 18:16:30 GMT -5
Name: Bitternstripe
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Age: 16 moons
Clan: JayClan
Beliefs: The storm didn't really effect Bitternstripe much. He had always just... believed in StarClan. He just thought it was the normal thing. Maybe the storm just meerly happened? What's StarClan going to to about it anyways?
Perhaps their ancestors didn't know it was coming, either, and it wasn't their fault. Bitternstripe doesn't see how so many cats are losing their faith in them, and especially the leaders. He couldn't imagine how hard the leaders have it.
Mentor/Apprentice: Dawnpaw
Kin: Dustkit [brother, deceased], Hazelmist [mother], Mousestep [father]
Mate: None. Open, though.
Appearance: Light brown tom with darker tabby markings spread all over his body. His fur is extremely soft, and a bit fluffy. Bitternstripe has dark brown eyes, which, weirdly, change colors sometimes. Usually in greenleaf, they are light brown, or hazel. In leaf-fall, they are more of an auburn color. Its very strange. Anyways, Bitternstripe has long, thin ears. They stick out from both sides of his head, and are creamy brown on the inside. His forehead has distinct brown stripe markings on it, as do his cheeks, tail, and legs. He doesn't have the longest whiskers, but they are stiff and pointy. (And alot of them). Bitternstripe's legs are a bit longer than the average warrior's, and are pretty muscular... so he is quick. He has short, sharp claws that are good for anything but fighting, really. His teeth do all of the combat, seeing that they are very long and very sharp.
Personality: Bitternstripe is very self-consious. He always wants to find out what other cats think of him, and if they like him or not. And if cats do think badly of him, he kind of cowers away from them, and that sort of thing. Not saying that he's a coward. But, he really hates being made fun of, or tormented. Because, well, Bitternstripe isn't the type of cat who has snappy comebacks, so he just takes it all in and lives with it. Usually he's the quiet type, not speaking his opinion, and just lingering in the background.
Bitternstripe is really sensitive and emotional. Even though he is a tom and supposed to be arrogant and flaunty, he really isn't. Unless he's trying to impress a she-cat. Anyways, now for his dark side. If you somehow happen to stumble upon Bitternpaw's bad-side, that may not be such a great thing. Cause, when this kitty gets angry, he brings out the fangs. The long, pointy, deathly fangs. Heh. But don't fret. Bitternstripe isn't the kind of cat who is angered easily. He doesn't hold grudges, but simply forgives and forgets.
History:
Bitternkit
-Story time-
"But momma', why can't I play with Dustkit?" Bitternkit prodded his mother's side with his claws. His question was pointless, because he already knew the answer.
"Because, Bitternkit. Every kit is sick with Greencough, except for you." Hazelmist gave her healthy kit a quick lick on the head, then nudged him away from his brother. "You don't want to catch it, now do you? Go ask your father if he needs any help with anything." The hazel-eyed she-cat twitched her ears, and flicked her tail towards the nursery entrance. "Go on."
Bitternkit hesitantly turned and padded out of the nursery. He had been longing for some cat to play with for moons, now. But, a chance to do something with his father wouldn't be so bad either.
-
"Where did you want me to put this again?" Bitternkit called to his father. He picked up the bramble branch and padded over to Mousestep. Twitching his ears, he waited for a reply.
"Er.. just give it to me." Mousestep bent down, and took the branch in his jaws. Bitternpaw's heart sunk. He was just slowing his father down. "Sorry.." He muttered, then padded away. What can I do now? Being a kit is so boring. He thought smugly, as he padded on. He didn't know where his paws were taking him, but somehow he ended up at the camp entrance. Wide-eyed, Bitternkit stepped into the bramble tunnel. He cautiously looked behind him, ears pricked. No cat was paying attention. But, he wasn't ready for the forest just yet. He would wait, until he was older and stronger. With a sigh, Bitternkit turned, and went back into the camp, anticipating the moment when he would be named an apprentice.
Bitternpaw
The day Bitternkit was named Bitternpaw, was by far the best day of his life. But sadly, he had no cat to share the experiance with. His brother Dustkit, had died from green-cough seasons ago. Bitternpaw tried not to dwell on it too much, doing his best to stay optomistic.
-Story time-
"Bitternpaw, Bitternpaw!" His Clanmate's cries rang throughout the clearing. Bitternpaw heald his head high, raking his eyes over the surrounding cats. His gaze stopped on his mother. Her eyes were sparkling with pride, and she cried his apprentice name the loudest. After a moment, the group broke apart, and Bitternpaw padded over to Hazelmist. His mother leaned forward and touched noses with him, twining her tail around his.
"I'm so proud of you, BitternPAW." She emphasized on the 'paw', causing Fallowpaw to snort with amusement and a bit of embarrasment.
"I couldn't have done it without you." He replied simply, but truely.
Bitternstripe[/u]
Ah. At last. Bitternpaw was Bitternstripe. He was glad that he had actually achieved something. His mother and father were so proud of him. Too bad his brother couldn't have been with him, every step of the way. But he was with StarClan now, his suffering eased.
The tom had been made a warrior at 15 moons, only half of a moon before the storm. No cat was ready for what hit them. Everything was in pieces. It wrecked the whole territory. Miraculously, his parents and himself had survived the damage, and made the journey with their Clan.
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