Post by Sydney on Oct 16, 2011 17:31:27 GMT -6
Name Birchclaw
Age Sixty-Eight Moons
Gender Tom
Clan SkyClan
Apprentice N/A
Rank Warrior
Crush He has his eyes on someone.
Father
Mother
Brother
Sister Duststorm
Description
The top of his coat is coated in a sleek, gray color, for instance and, the bottom of it is coated in a ruddy brown color. He's a rather odd looking fellow, if not exotic, with handsome golden eyes and a velvety red nose. His fur is short and soft, making him an excellent tom to lean or snuggle on and, his tail is long and willowy, giving him wonderful balance.
He may not look it but, he's a very strong tom, with lots of lean muscles hidden beneath his fur.
He's come a long way from being a sickly little kit, that's for sure.
A very long way.[/ul]
Personality
He preys upon the weak minded and pretty, most of the time.
They're the easiest to manipulate.
They're the easiest.
Due to never getting enough attention as a kit, Birchclaw became possessive of any attention he received. This possessive nature over-took his whole life and, though, while he may not show it, if he decides he wants something, he becomes possessive of it. That's another trait of his: determination.
If he wants something, he will get it, no questions asked.
He's manipulative, he can con or force you into doing whatever he wants.
He'll never give up.
Not until what he wants is his.
And then, well then he'll never give it up.
What's his is his and you can never have it.
And if you try to take it, well...
Well then he'll just kill you.
It's as simple as that.[/ul]
History
How dare Darkstorm actually care about them!
He never cared for him!
And, this, is perhaps when Birchclaw snapped.
Angry and heart-broken, the tom lured his father out of camp one day, having said Stormkit had wandered far out of camp.
And, he was right.
Stormkit had wandered away but, not because of his adventurous personality, no, Birchpaw had dragged the little kit away secretly. Darkstorm found the kit but, not as he had wished.
He found the little kit, barely two moons old, dangling from Birchpaw's jaws and hanging over the edge of the cliffs.
"Do you love me?"
He had asked the question ever so innocently when Darkstorm approached, placing Stormkit down safely on the ground and holding him in place with a paw.
"What?! You steal my kit and then ask me a question like that?! What's wrong with you?!"
"Do. You. Love. Me?"
For a moment, there was no answer.
Birchpaw began to grow steadily and steadily more angry. And, as the moments ticked by, he snatched Stormkit back up in his jaws, ignoring the kit's squeals of pain.
"Do you love me?"
This time he loosened his grip on his brother's scruff, snorting happily as he inched closer and closer out of Birchpaw's mouth.
Darkstorm, seeing what danger his son (and in his mind, only heir) was in, finally answered.
His answer though, was a lie.
"Of course."
"Wrong! You've never shown me any love! I'm going to ask again: Do you love me?!"
Darkstorm lied again but, this time, Birchpaw had suffered enough.
"I always have!"
"LIAR!"[/b]
Fueled by rage, Birchpaw stared angrily at his father before throwing his head towards the edge of the cliff, letting Stormkit fall out of his jaws as he did so.
He laughed as the kit hit the ground.
And he laughed even more as Darkstorm attacked him.
It didn't take the apprentice much effort to kick the aging tom off him and, his laughter merely increased as he realized he had kicked Darkstorm right off the edge of the cliff.
"Guess I'm not such a sickly kit, after all, hm father?"
He returned to camp laughing.
They found Stormkit and Darkstorm five sunrises later.
And no one could understand why Birchpaw was in such a happy mood after hearing about their deaths, though, most chalked it up to him not caring very much.
After all, Darkstorm had never cared for him.
Things returned to normal and, Birchclaw was given a new mentor.
He became Birchclaw merely two moons later and, two moons afterwards he remained the only living relative to Dustkit, Weaselheart having killed herself shortly after her mate's death.
He watched Dustkit become Dustpaw and, then, Duststorm.
He doesn't care very much for his sister, he never grew to knew her, after all but, he still feels a since of pride whenever he sees her all alone.
Because, he made her all alone, after all.[/ul]
Song Psycho Babble - The Frou Frous
Lyrics
"Psychobabble" by "Frou Frou"
Do just what I tell you
And no one will get hurt
"Don't come in any closer,
'Cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two"
Make no sudden movements
And no one need get hurt
"You're makin' me nervous-
If you know what's good for me why would I be leaving you?" [/size]
