Post by spike on Jan 10, 2010 6:44:37 GMT -6
Name:
Buckfur
Apparent Age:
44 moons
Real Age:
53
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
StarClan
Former Clan:
SkyClan
Mentor/apprentice:
None
Rank:
Warrior
Mate/Crush:
Yellowclaw (deceased)
Kin:
Brownthroat (father, deceased)
Cedarfoot (mother, deceased)
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Tinykit (sister, deceased)
Treetail (brother, deceased)
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Icetail (son)
Death:
Accidently ate a deathberry.
Description:
Buckfur was in top physical shape when he passed. No, it wasn't in his younger days that he was at his best. It was then. He has a body of both slenderness and strength. His shoulder's are narrow and he can sneak through any patch of grass. But his body weight is silghtly heavier giving him the advantage of weight. His paws are small but brisk in the walk.
He has a small head for his body. Buckfur's ears are tall, pointed triangles that are bare of fur. A slim muzzle stretches from his face to be sprinkled with white whiskers. A tail that is thin like a mouse's tail curls behind him. The base is the same uniform, deer-brown color but the tip is a muddy hue. Under his jaw there is a splash of white, the only color breaking the straight shade.
His eyes have been in his family for ages, so some cats used to say. The murky, brownish color is like a swamp rather than something pleasing. But the grin on his features always turned other's away from seeing the awful shade.
Personality:
Buckfur changed when Yellowclaw died. Before all of that, he was very family-oriented. He wanted nothing more than a large group of kits to call his own and to have her by his side always. After she passed from birthing the second litter, however, he grew into a slightly different tom.
He was extremely protective and still is. It is almost violent if he becomes strong enough in his will. Icetail is his son and he is deaf at that. He would walk his dreams if he could but that was not the right thing to do. Icetail had to work on his own. Yellowclaw held him- no, them- down too much for it to be passed up.
Secondly, he is gentle. No kit or apprentice will be scolded from this tom. He adores them too much to dare let anybody have that chance. He had an apprentice once. Deadpaw. Now he was Icetail. No mentor could've been prouder. Usually, family does not mentor family. But this was an acception. Icetail needed his father. Buckfur was gentle enough to show caution in training. He may be in StarClan but he still likes training with the apprentice aged cats.
Lastly, Buckfur has changed to be a bit more violent. This comes from the protection that fills his limbs. He despises anybody that dares to speak against his family or against his Clan. As proof of him standing there, not all of SkyClan lost hope in StarClan. He fights now as he never fought before because in StarClan, he is here for life. Buckfur will not stand around listening to that for the rest of his life.
History:
A warrior named Brownthroat and a warrior named Cedarfoot were in love. So they say. The story is always the same. In love, have a litter of kits, watch them grow, live until death dares to take them. Well, maybe this story is different.
Brownthroat was a cat that wanted one thing: an heir to his name. He wanted one kit and one kit only. Cedarfoot was a fiery she-cat, one that dared to fight him. Everybody knew Cedarfoot before she became mates to Brownthroat. After that day, she was broken. She was never the same as she was then.
To the litter were three kits. Two strong toms that were named Treekit and Buckkit (still funny.) The she-cat, a runt and extremely unhealthy kit, was Tinykit. She didn't live past her first moon. Treekit and Buck-kit, on the other paw, grew up strong.
They were three moons old when their father insisted they train early. Cedarfoot had nothing to say. Treekit was eager and strong. He worked hard for Brownthroat and trained through his kit days. He learned of all the prey, he learned of ways to understand his opponent, and he grew an icy heart. Treekit was also never the same. But Cedarfoot was desperate to have sanity in one mind. So, as Brownthroat kept secrets from his Clan, so did she. She slowly turned her last kit, Buck-kit, against his father.
At six moons, both were apprenticed. For the two, it was only the chance of a lifetime. The two never worked together so much in their lives. Never had they really gotten along until then. They were pitted against each other and it was by Brownthroat. That and each other.
The days were a blur. Eventually, they became warriors. Treetail and Buckfur were instantly seperated. Brownthroat and Cedarfoot grew old and retired to the elder's den. Some say that one fight turned out to be too much between the mates. Cedarfoot passed in her sleep from fear as the tales go. Brownthroat died of a heavy infection. Now alone, the two had no clue what to do. Work harder, of course. But for what?
While Treetail went on endlessly, Buckfur found Yellowclaw. She was a cat that was like his mother. Before the change, of course. Fiery and loveable. He raced onward to make her his mate and to have kits. Little did he know that she despised the idea of a litter.
It was about the time that his son, Icekit, was to be born that Treetail fell victim to a fight. He fought with a fox and it died swiftly. One wound that he claimed was not a problem turned infected and he could not bounce back from it.
Icekit was born and the duo found out soon after that he was deaf. Buckfur, in order to please Yellowclaw, kept the new name Deadkit with pure terror in him. Deadkit, what a terrifying name. The tom just ignored it and tried teaching his son many things. He even mentored his own kin in a way to give him a chance.
Yellowclaw wanted kits suddenly. She wanted to try again and have a kit worth her time. Not Deadpaw. So he agreed unwillingly and witnessed the death of two kits and his mate. Deadpaw became Deadear right after this. Buckfur fell into a pit of sorrow. He tried to smile but it would not be so until the name was changed. He forced Adderstar to change his son's name to a proper one. Now dubbed Icetail, Buckfur felt at ease.
While hunting one day, Buckfur found that his tooth was aching. He decided he knew enough about herbs, the worst decision of his life. He dug through the earth and nipped away at the plants to get to something he assumed would help. Well, something landed in his mouth. It coughed and swallowed it. It wouldn't be until later, lying on the ground with death rolling off his body, that he would realize it was a deathberry.
Now in StarClan, his belief true to the end, Buckfur is thinking of going to his son and finally giving him a chance at hearing. In his dreams, he would be cured. He knows Icetail has no clue about the Clan. No names, no words, just what he sees. But StarClan is where he belongs, right? Decisions are not easy to make.
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