Post by raynn;; on Jul 20, 2010 21:11:41 GMT -5
thunderleap
tom ,, thirty-seven moons ,, shadowclan ,, warrior
A P P E A R A N C E
A light ginger tom, with dark ginger spots and blue eyes.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Thunderleap is a very gentle cat. He love to help, and will always be around to protect you if you are in trouble. He is very protective of his Clanmates, and is not very trusting of cats from other Clans. He loves playing with the kits, and conversing with the elders and other warriors. He won't hesitate to speak his mind, and can often get into trouble for it. He loves to have fun, and is a big jester. He loves to joke and have fun with his Clanmates.
He is very confident in his abilities. He loves to show off when he can, and can make a lot of cats frustrated with him, though he means all of the bragging as friendly jabbing. Most cats learn to live with his proud nature, and even learn to love him incredibly. He loves to hunt and battle when he needs to. He hope to one day mentor one of his sons.
He is rather reclusive at times, and won't open up to cats unless he really trusts them. He tries not to show his grief for his mate, Littlefoot, and often hides his sorrow from his clanmates, which can make tensions rise at times. He would rather not speak about some subjects, such as his mother and father who have both passed away.
What he hides from other cats are his feelings on some of their opinions. He will normally hide his emotions just to make sure that no cat will worry about him. Inside he really just wishes for a cat to actually get to know him like his mate did, before she died.
On the outside, every cat see the gentle warrior who loves to help everyone out. They never see his lonely side. They always see him putting in his opinion on things, but they never see his reactions to their own. They see a cat who likes to avoid battle, all for the sake of his clan.
Thunderleap if afraid of his Clanmates turning their backs on him. He is completely terrified of being completely alone, and separated from all that he knows and loves.
H I S T O R Y
Kit life- Thunderkit was born in the well-protected camp of the prestigious ShadowClan. The origin of the prefix “Thunder” comes from his loud voice, which was noticeable from the get-go. He was the smallest, yet the most vocal of all the kits. That's right, he was the runt of his mothers large litter. He was born into the nest of Lilackit, Lilykit, Rockkit, Sunkit, and of course, himself. His mother was named Sweetfur, and his father was named Gorsetail. Being the weakest of the five kits after birth, Thunderkit was slow to achieve basic functions such as opening his eyes and speaking real words other than small squeaks of annoyance or irritation. Though, once he finally decided to be strong instead of stubborn, he became the most talkative and curious kit of the bunch.
Thunderkit got them all into enormous amounts of trouble, all the time, and never was he sorry for it. He loved to explore the came and observe and scent the new smells, sounds, and sights. As he grew though, he got into bigger and bigger trouble, and was always scolded with the words that burned his fur every time. His parents always told him that he should be acting more like an apprentice, not a little kit, because he wasn't small anymore. When he pointed out that he wasn't 6 moons old yet, he would always get into even more trouble, being scolded harsher and harsher all the time.
By the time that he was just about the age of an apprentice, he had become so numb from the scolding, and the instructing on what he should be and what he shouldn't be, that he really didn't respond to much. He stayed clear of his parents, except for at night when he was sleeping, and eating. He didn't play with the other kits or even the apprentices anymore. He didn't explore, he wasn't curious. He had become just an empty shell from the words of his parents.
The day before Thunderkit's apprentice ceremony, his sister, Lilackit, cornered him on his reclusive behavior. She pointed out that now that they were all becoming apprentices, he could lighten up, and stop letting their parents get to him so badly. She encouraged him to be like his old self, cheerful and fun, not closed and boring. She also encouraged him to look at their leader, and see how he acted. He was criticized by the other warriors, but he never let that get to him. And, for the first time in a while, a smile had replaced the grimace on Thunderkit's face. He had always admired their leader, and had always sauntered around trying to see how the leader ran the entire Clan, before his reclusive stage mind you. The words of his sister hit home, and he went to bed that night with a clear head, and a new goal in his life. He wanted to be the leader of his Clan.
Apprentice- With the rays of light, and the call of ShadowClan's leader, the next morning, Thunderkit began his new life as an apprentice. He was brave, he was smart, and he was strong. He would no longer let words get to him as he once had. He would strive for the best, and strive to be the best. He told himself he would leap over any event that came his way, and he would never stop until he died. He'd protect his Clan with tooth and claw, and never back down. As he stepped before his leader, and earned his name of “paw”, Thunderkit looked the leader in the eye, and just smiled.
As the newly named Thunderpaw stepped from his leader, he met his mentor, Snakecloud. Thunderpaw took a rather large liking to the old warrior, and gave him full and utter respect. The same day of his apprenticeship, Thunderpaw was taken out for his first hunt. He caught his first prey that day, and looked proud as he sauntered into the camp with his fresh-kill in his jaws. His brothers and sisters congratulated him, and showed him their fresh-kill as well. All Thunderkit could do was purr with delight that they were already being called great apprentices.
As time went on, Thunderpaw was trained how to fight, hunt better, and even how to properly lay scent markers. He was loving the life that he was living, and wanted nothing more than to be the best apprentice that he could to his mentor, and for his Clan. He never minded clearing out the elder's den, and even made a friend of one of the elders. The elders name was Minkear, and was the father to his mother, Sweetfur. Thunderpaw often enjoyed stories of his mother's kit-hood and life as an apprentice, and noted that she got into just as much trouble as he had.
Thunderpaw became incredibly fond of his grandfather, and spent any spare time he had with the elder. His brothers and sisters eventually caught on, and also came to visit the elder whenever they had spare time. To all of the littermates, Minkear was more like a parent to them then their own parents had been. He showed them old battle moves that weren't used anymore, but were still pretty useful, and showed them how to chase rabbits out of holes when they went through walks on the territory. They always brought back fresh-kill though.
On the day of the last assessment before all the littermates became Warriors, Thunderpaw sprained his paw, and was pulled back from duties for another moon, setting his Warrior ceremony back to when he was 13 moons. He was angry about it, but it was what the medicine cat ordered. In the end, though, Thunderpaw respected the healers judgment. He was happy enough to watch the ceremonies of his littermates, and cheered for every one of them, louder than all the other cats in the Clan. They became. Lilacfur, Lilytail, Rockstripe, and Sunspots.
On the morning of his Warrior ceremony, Thunderpaw was going to meet Minkear in the elders den to change his bedding. What he saw there terrified him. The elder was dead, killed by a couple of invading warriors. Over the moons, Thunderpaw had become even bigger than most warriors, and easily frightened the warriors in the Elder's den. He called out to the Clan, and the ShadowClan camp erupted into battle. There had been more cats skirting the outside of the WindClan camp, and when they heard Thunderpaw's yowl, they sprung into action.
Fighting with the promises to himself on his shoulders, Thunderpaw fought with tooth and claw, and never let another cat in his Clan battle alone. He moved from one to the next, helping them until other warriors were free to help. He fought just as hard as any warrior in his Clan, and proved much to all of his Clan. Though, he and his littermates were stricken with grief from the murder of their grandfather. ShadowClan had been victorious in battle, and celebrated with the naming of Thunderpaw. Thunderpaw became Thunderleap, and he was proud of his new name.
Warrior- Unable to sit vigil for his grandfather, Thunderleap sat silent vigil for the Clan, protecting them in case of another attack on the Clan. He sat proudly and bravely, patrolling the outside borders of the camp, and making sure no cat of another Clan was still roaming the territory. He stood on edge, all night until his vigil was finished, but even then, refused to sleep. He insisted on burying his grandfather and then going out for a hunting patrol to feed the Clan. The adrenaline from the battle was still coursing through his veins, and he needed to be active for it to run out so he could finally rest.
The next day, he found himself thrown into the world of warrior duties, he hunted, he patrolled, and he sat guard. He rarely took a break from working for his Clan, so at the time, he never had any time to find a mate. He never really even thought of it, so when he met his first and only mate, he was love-drunk. Her name was Littlefoot, and she had just that, little feet. She was a tiny she-cat, and Thunderleap was crazy about her, and vice versa. He continued on with his duties, just as always, but also took time out for the love of his life.
It was just a matter of time before Littlefoot was heavy with kits, and was moved to the nursery. Thunderleap started to become more protective of his Clan, not only for his clanmates, but for his mate and his unborn kits. He worked twice as hard now, helping out even more to get away from the stress of being a soon-to-be-father. When it came time for his mate to give birth, he was right next to her the entire time. She gave birth to four kits, but Littlefoot herself, and the fourth kit, both died during the kitting. Thunderleap was distraught, but he comforted himself knowing that he had three healthy male kits to take care of.
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O O C - A L I A S
Blizzy
O T H E R - C H A R A C T E R S
None
tom ,, thirty-seven moons ,, shadowclan ,, warrior
A P P E A R A N C E
A light ginger tom, with dark ginger spots and blue eyes.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Thunderleap is a very gentle cat. He love to help, and will always be around to protect you if you are in trouble. He is very protective of his Clanmates, and is not very trusting of cats from other Clans. He loves playing with the kits, and conversing with the elders and other warriors. He won't hesitate to speak his mind, and can often get into trouble for it. He loves to have fun, and is a big jester. He loves to joke and have fun with his Clanmates.
He is very confident in his abilities. He loves to show off when he can, and can make a lot of cats frustrated with him, though he means all of the bragging as friendly jabbing. Most cats learn to live with his proud nature, and even learn to love him incredibly. He loves to hunt and battle when he needs to. He hope to one day mentor one of his sons.
He is rather reclusive at times, and won't open up to cats unless he really trusts them. He tries not to show his grief for his mate, Littlefoot, and often hides his sorrow from his clanmates, which can make tensions rise at times. He would rather not speak about some subjects, such as his mother and father who have both passed away.
What he hides from other cats are his feelings on some of their opinions. He will normally hide his emotions just to make sure that no cat will worry about him. Inside he really just wishes for a cat to actually get to know him like his mate did, before she died.
On the outside, every cat see the gentle warrior who loves to help everyone out. They never see his lonely side. They always see him putting in his opinion on things, but they never see his reactions to their own. They see a cat who likes to avoid battle, all for the sake of his clan.
Thunderleap if afraid of his Clanmates turning their backs on him. He is completely terrified of being completely alone, and separated from all that he knows and loves.
H I S T O R Y
Kit life- Thunderkit was born in the well-protected camp of the prestigious ShadowClan. The origin of the prefix “Thunder” comes from his loud voice, which was noticeable from the get-go. He was the smallest, yet the most vocal of all the kits. That's right, he was the runt of his mothers large litter. He was born into the nest of Lilackit, Lilykit, Rockkit, Sunkit, and of course, himself. His mother was named Sweetfur, and his father was named Gorsetail. Being the weakest of the five kits after birth, Thunderkit was slow to achieve basic functions such as opening his eyes and speaking real words other than small squeaks of annoyance or irritation. Though, once he finally decided to be strong instead of stubborn, he became the most talkative and curious kit of the bunch.
Thunderkit got them all into enormous amounts of trouble, all the time, and never was he sorry for it. He loved to explore the came and observe and scent the new smells, sounds, and sights. As he grew though, he got into bigger and bigger trouble, and was always scolded with the words that burned his fur every time. His parents always told him that he should be acting more like an apprentice, not a little kit, because he wasn't small anymore. When he pointed out that he wasn't 6 moons old yet, he would always get into even more trouble, being scolded harsher and harsher all the time.
By the time that he was just about the age of an apprentice, he had become so numb from the scolding, and the instructing on what he should be and what he shouldn't be, that he really didn't respond to much. He stayed clear of his parents, except for at night when he was sleeping, and eating. He didn't play with the other kits or even the apprentices anymore. He didn't explore, he wasn't curious. He had become just an empty shell from the words of his parents.
The day before Thunderkit's apprentice ceremony, his sister, Lilackit, cornered him on his reclusive behavior. She pointed out that now that they were all becoming apprentices, he could lighten up, and stop letting their parents get to him so badly. She encouraged him to be like his old self, cheerful and fun, not closed and boring. She also encouraged him to look at their leader, and see how he acted. He was criticized by the other warriors, but he never let that get to him. And, for the first time in a while, a smile had replaced the grimace on Thunderkit's face. He had always admired their leader, and had always sauntered around trying to see how the leader ran the entire Clan, before his reclusive stage mind you. The words of his sister hit home, and he went to bed that night with a clear head, and a new goal in his life. He wanted to be the leader of his Clan.
Apprentice- With the rays of light, and the call of ShadowClan's leader, the next morning, Thunderkit began his new life as an apprentice. He was brave, he was smart, and he was strong. He would no longer let words get to him as he once had. He would strive for the best, and strive to be the best. He told himself he would leap over any event that came his way, and he would never stop until he died. He'd protect his Clan with tooth and claw, and never back down. As he stepped before his leader, and earned his name of “paw”, Thunderkit looked the leader in the eye, and just smiled.
As the newly named Thunderpaw stepped from his leader, he met his mentor, Snakecloud. Thunderpaw took a rather large liking to the old warrior, and gave him full and utter respect. The same day of his apprenticeship, Thunderpaw was taken out for his first hunt. He caught his first prey that day, and looked proud as he sauntered into the camp with his fresh-kill in his jaws. His brothers and sisters congratulated him, and showed him their fresh-kill as well. All Thunderkit could do was purr with delight that they were already being called great apprentices.
As time went on, Thunderpaw was trained how to fight, hunt better, and even how to properly lay scent markers. He was loving the life that he was living, and wanted nothing more than to be the best apprentice that he could to his mentor, and for his Clan. He never minded clearing out the elder's den, and even made a friend of one of the elders. The elders name was Minkear, and was the father to his mother, Sweetfur. Thunderpaw often enjoyed stories of his mother's kit-hood and life as an apprentice, and noted that she got into just as much trouble as he had.
Thunderpaw became incredibly fond of his grandfather, and spent any spare time he had with the elder. His brothers and sisters eventually caught on, and also came to visit the elder whenever they had spare time. To all of the littermates, Minkear was more like a parent to them then their own parents had been. He showed them old battle moves that weren't used anymore, but were still pretty useful, and showed them how to chase rabbits out of holes when they went through walks on the territory. They always brought back fresh-kill though.
On the day of the last assessment before all the littermates became Warriors, Thunderpaw sprained his paw, and was pulled back from duties for another moon, setting his Warrior ceremony back to when he was 13 moons. He was angry about it, but it was what the medicine cat ordered. In the end, though, Thunderpaw respected the healers judgment. He was happy enough to watch the ceremonies of his littermates, and cheered for every one of them, louder than all the other cats in the Clan. They became. Lilacfur, Lilytail, Rockstripe, and Sunspots.
On the morning of his Warrior ceremony, Thunderpaw was going to meet Minkear in the elders den to change his bedding. What he saw there terrified him. The elder was dead, killed by a couple of invading warriors. Over the moons, Thunderpaw had become even bigger than most warriors, and easily frightened the warriors in the Elder's den. He called out to the Clan, and the ShadowClan camp erupted into battle. There had been more cats skirting the outside of the WindClan camp, and when they heard Thunderpaw's yowl, they sprung into action.
Fighting with the promises to himself on his shoulders, Thunderpaw fought with tooth and claw, and never let another cat in his Clan battle alone. He moved from one to the next, helping them until other warriors were free to help. He fought just as hard as any warrior in his Clan, and proved much to all of his Clan. Though, he and his littermates were stricken with grief from the murder of their grandfather. ShadowClan had been victorious in battle, and celebrated with the naming of Thunderpaw. Thunderpaw became Thunderleap, and he was proud of his new name.
Warrior- Unable to sit vigil for his grandfather, Thunderleap sat silent vigil for the Clan, protecting them in case of another attack on the Clan. He sat proudly and bravely, patrolling the outside borders of the camp, and making sure no cat of another Clan was still roaming the territory. He stood on edge, all night until his vigil was finished, but even then, refused to sleep. He insisted on burying his grandfather and then going out for a hunting patrol to feed the Clan. The adrenaline from the battle was still coursing through his veins, and he needed to be active for it to run out so he could finally rest.
The next day, he found himself thrown into the world of warrior duties, he hunted, he patrolled, and he sat guard. He rarely took a break from working for his Clan, so at the time, he never had any time to find a mate. He never really even thought of it, so when he met his first and only mate, he was love-drunk. Her name was Littlefoot, and she had just that, little feet. She was a tiny she-cat, and Thunderleap was crazy about her, and vice versa. He continued on with his duties, just as always, but also took time out for the love of his life.
It was just a matter of time before Littlefoot was heavy with kits, and was moved to the nursery. Thunderleap started to become more protective of his Clan, not only for his clanmates, but for his mate and his unborn kits. He worked twice as hard now, helping out even more to get away from the stress of being a soon-to-be-father. When it came time for his mate to give birth, he was right next to her the entire time. She gave birth to four kits, but Littlefoot herself, and the fourth kit, both died during the kitting. Thunderleap was distraught, but he comforted himself knowing that he had three healthy male kits to take care of.
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O O C - A L I A S
Blizzy
O T H E R - C H A R A C T E R S
None
