Post by Kitty on Oct 12, 2009 15:24:47 GMT -6
Name: Volepelt
Age: 79 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Elder
Mate/Crush: Open
Kin: Both of his parents (Brushfoot and Eaglefang), his older sister (Mouseflower), and his nephew (Smokepaw) are in StarClan
Lark, nephew (rogue, Spike)
Description: Volepelt is a small, short-haired tom. He has short legs and tail. His face is narrow. He has large green eyes that look slightly too large for his face. His ears are pretty small, too. His pelt is light brown tabby with little tufts that don't stay flattened down, even after he attempts to groom them down. His stripes get light as they go down to his stomach, where eventually they fade completely. He has long whiskers. For some cats, the first thing that comes to mind when seeing the old tom is "fragile", but he can take care of himself pretty well. Both of his ears are torn and there are several long scars across one flank and shoulder.
Personality: Volepelt is kind. He likes to give tips and help the younger warriors, even if he isn't one anymore. He teases cats sometimes (good-naturedly, of course). He's picky and loves perfection. He is smart and gives pretty good advice. He likes taking walks through the forest even though he's getting old. He enjoys talking and gossiping. Volepelt thinks telling kits stories is fun, and remembers how much he loved them as a kit himself. He was a good hunter as a warrior, and an average fighter. He can become easily annoyed with some cats and is starting to get a little deaf, so you might have to repeat yourself a couple times. Of course, he can be cranky, but complaining has to be one of his hobbies now since he can't do much else. He can be very picky about certain things, such as what moss goes in his nest and whether its too hot or cold.
History: Volepelt was the second and final litter to two aging warriors. As a kit, Volepelt loved to listen to the elder's stories. He even got purposefully into trouble so that he could work in the elder's den and listen to the stories. Volekit was a handful for his mother and nearly constantly pestered her since he was her only kit in that litter, and he got rather lonely sometimes. He loved to play with moss balls and sometimes he could even get the elders to play with him.
When Volekit became an apprentice, he could hardly wait to start his training. His mentor found him to be a fast learner and he quickly picked up on the hunting techniques, although fighting required a little more patience. His apprenticeship passed without much event except for a border fight or two and a bad case of whitecough. While in the medicine den fully recovering, he picked up on a few of the basic herb remedies. As soon as he was better, he was training to be a warrior again, though.
On the day of Volepaw's warrior ceremony, he was given the name Volepelt. That day was the best of his life, he will tell any cat who asks. He grew into a fine warrior and was in a few border fights, as is expected. He got into a couple fights with foxes. He became even better at hunting and found that he loved to climb trees. He always tried to do the right thing for his Clan.
His sister, Mouseflower, met a nice tom, late in the her warriorship, and the two became mates. Before long, kits were on the way. The birth went smoothly, and two new tomkits joined ThunderClan, Lark-kit and Smokekit. Volepelt became attached to them, for he'd neverhad kits of his own, and spent a bit of time with just about every day, every other day at least. They grew into apprentices, and their parents joined the elders. Soon after, though, Smokepaw was killed by a fox. Saddened, Volepelt didn't spend as much time with his upset kin, and intead gave him time to recover from his loss. But Larkpaw's losses didn't stop there, for after he became a warrior, his mate, heavy with his kits, met the same fate as his brother. Distraught, newly-named Larkstripe left the Clan, leaving an also-sad Volepelt behind.
Late in his warriorship, Volepelt became ill with whitecough again, then greencough, but was able to fight them both off. After he recovered form the greencough, he was very weak, and he had already been a senior warrior when he fell ill. He made the decision to move to the elder's den. His life as a warrior passed quickly, and he still regrets leaving it behind.
Now, instead of listening to the elder's stories, he tells them. He loves watching young kit's reactions to them and making them happy. His joints sometimes hurt him, but other than that, he's a healthy cat, even if he is old (he prefers to be called "not as young" to being called "old" or "elderly").
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