Post by spike on Jan 3, 2010 15:04:15 GMT -6
Name:
Grouseclaw
Age:
63 moons
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
SkyClan
Apprentice:
None
Rank:
Warrior
Mate/Crush:
None
Kin:
Grasswhisker (father)
Cindertail (mother, deceased)
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Meadowpaw (brother, deceased)
Misfur (younger brother)
Graykit (younger brother, deceased)
Slatekit (younger brother, deceased)
Poofkit (younger brother, deceased)
Stormpelt (younger brother)
Pebblepaw (younger brother, deceased)
Sagepaw (younger sister)
Description:
Grouseclaw looks nothing like his father except in shape. His body is the same narrow frame. His maw is slim and his whole being seems thin. He is just a strange sight. Some think he’d be sickly but he’s just small. He wasn’t even the runt of the litter. That was Meadowpaw. He has black fading whiskers that seem to only make his muzzle smaller. His ears are awkwardly curved inward and are short on his head. They are filled in with snowy white fur.
Across his body is a thin sheet of very pale gray tabby fur. The faintest of the ‘m’ on his forehead is seen. Behind his ears and on the top of his head is where it is darkest. On his underbelly, muzzle, chest, and paws there are spots of white. This he inherited from Grasswhisker as well. He’s a handsome tom but with no good frame to fill it out.
He is completely different from Grasswhisker when it comes to the eyes. His mother’s dark gold eyes are with him. But the warmth in them comes from life itself. Small and frail looking, Grouseclaw tries to make up for it in other ways.
Personality:
Grouseclaw looks nothing like his father except in shape. His body is the same narrow frame. His maw is slim and his whole being seems thin. He is just a strange sight. Some think he’d be sickly but he’s just small. He wasn’t even the runt of the litter. That was Meadowpaw. He has black fading whiskers that seem to only make his muzzle smaller. His ears are awkwardly curved inward and are short on his head. They are filled in with snowy white fur.
Across his body is a thin sheet of very pale gray tabby fur. The faintest of the ‘m’ on his forehead is seen. Behind his ears and on the top of his head is where it is darkest. On his underbelly, muzzle, chest, and paws there are spots of white. This he inherited from Grasswhisker as well. He’s a handsome tom but with no good frame to fill it out.
He is completely different from Grasswhisker when it comes to the eyes. His mother’s dark gold eyes are with him. But the warmth in them comes from life itself. Small and frail looking, Grouseclaw tries to make up for it in other ways.
History:
A tom and she-cat were deeply in love, or so Grouseclaw was always told by Grasswhisker. They were both extremely young to have kits but they wanted them so badly. Their first litter was born and there was definitely shock when each kit took after one parent. Meadowkit resembled Grasswhisker while Grousekit resembled Cindertail. Both were healthy though small, Meadowkit being the smallest.
If you ask Grouseclaw, the first moons of life were the boring side. Meadowkit was energetic and outgoing, willing to play with anybody. Grousekit was the one left to watch. Being made apprentices was truly the reason he tried to fight harder. Meadowpaw and Grousepaw were never really close and training didn’t help much. Cindertail and Grasswhisker simply stepped aside when they received mentors.
For Grousepaw, it was simply a time to train and learn. He was ashamed that his brother excelled even when he was the weaker of the two. This was quite odd considering that Grousepaw was not exceptionally large. Meadowpaw was socially happy and made friends with everybody. It wasn’t jealousy that gnawed at the other sibling. It was hate. He felt forgotten and lost. It was even worse that his parents didn’t partake in helping the duo.
So the moons of apprenticeship felt like a horrible dream. Then it was awoken on a hunting trip. For the brothers, it was their last time as apprentices. They were going to be made warriors. The prey was right there when a terrified yowl exploded in the air. Naturally, Grousepaw took after it. He scented badger in the air and wanted nothing more than to turn away from it all. But the scent of Cindertail and Meadowpaw kept him going.
Finding them turned out to be his greatest fear. Before him were three bodies. One was the badger, the other Cindertail but the rise and fall of her sides showed she was alive. The last was the dying being of Meadowpaw. That image never left Grouseclaw. A moment of courage took him as he found the badger’s den, a couple of badger kits there. He took his rage out on them and made sure each was slain. He was forced to listen to apologizes when he returned to camp. Each cat was whispering consoling words to soothe the aching tom. Grasswhisker seemed unfazed by it. He was sad, yes, but he did not cry. Cindertail did but she learned to accept the death of Meadowpaw.
Grousepaw was given his warrior name and his poor brother was not. Though he did not believe in StarClan, he did hope there was something worthwhile for his sibling in the afterlife. For a while, Grouseclaw dealt with it in silence. Then he slowly began developing a timid nature. He feared badgers over everything. Even the word “badger” makes him shiver. He had always wished to have something, maybe an apprentice, which would distract him. But that was denied for a while.
He used to speak and even flirt with she-cats. Then he gave it up to pursue a life without kits or a mate. Grouseclaw had struck the age of twenty-two moons and he thought all was well now. It didn’t turn out that way. Grasswhisker became frantic with worry. He would cause uproar about how Grouseclaw was too old and how he was too young. Cindertail showed no sign of understanding him until he requested one thing: more kits. She gave into the request happily unlike their eldest son.
He was twenty-four moons when the new litter was born. Graykit and Mistkit. No sisters and all looked like Cindertail. It wasn’t a surprise to Grasswhisker since he had new sons to care for. Mistkit wasn’t even an apprentice when Graykit passed. Grouseclaw stayed distant since he was unsure about his father’s ambition to become a father to many. The eldest admired from a distance though.
Grasswhisker didn’t seem happy enough with only two children. Mistpaw, still upset over the loss of his brother, and Grouseclaw were told of the newest litter to come. Grouseclaw kept his anger on the inside though he wanted to pounce on both and roar out his feelings. Again, the litter was all toms. Cinderkit, Poofkit, and Slatekit. Grouseclaw backed away even further from his new family members. Poofkit and Slatekit would not make it to apprenticeship but the strange one, Cinderkit, did. He never favored that brother. He was almost insane and that frightened the tom. Cinderkit was now Cinderpaw and Grouseclaw was thirty-three moons old. He felt old now that he had siblings that were much too young for him.
Cindertail had come to adore being a queen and she pursued another litter. This time Grouseclaw tried talking to his mother. But she refused to listen. She insisted that he just needed to talk to Mistfur and Cinderpaw before judging. This new litter was, again, toms. Stormkit and Pebblekit. Grouseclaw never felt a sense of difference from his family that had spread this far. Both of his brothers were apprenticed and Grouseclaw came to laugh when Stormpaw showed his lazy side daily. Pebblepaw had the same fate as Slatekit, deceased without the knowledge of the cause of death.
Grouseclaw hoped that this was the end but the last litter, the last one due to his father’s age, was announced. Grouseclaw was fifty-five moons when Cindertail’s last litter was born. She grew ill from her age and from the amount of kits she bore. But his last sibling, his only sister which was named Sagekit, lived on. For Grasswhisker, he took the most pride in her. Maybe because it was the last and the one Cindertail would never see grow up. Grouseclaw took very little interest in this kit as well. He talks with his family and gets along with them but he does not act as a brother should. Sure, he is timid but he felt highly abandoned with all the litters. Now that Grasswhisker recently retired to be an elder, the only thing left for this tom is to get an apprentice of his own. That might be one of the few cats that he’ll show true family emotions with.
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