Post by GHOSTIE. ♥ on Mar 31, 2011 19:36:45 GMT -6
<---- BADGERTHORN
Tom, 30 moons.
RANK: Warrior.
ALLIANCE: BoulderClan.
APPEARANCE: A large black and white tom with greenish yellow eyes.
PERSONALITY:
ill tempered.
Badgerthorn is a very ill tempered tom. He doesn't have many friends, even within his own clan. He doesn't like to be around others a lot if they have nothing to offer him. Often times he leaves camp by himself just to get some alone time. The only cat he has allowed himself to get close to is an unnamed she-cat ( i'm looking to adopt her out )
warrior.
Badgerthorn follows the Warrior's Code religiously. He can't stand to see it broken in any way, and you better believe that he would never break it by having a forbidden romance or anything like that. He hates cats from other clans, and is the kind of cat you don't want to run into if you're tresspassing. He won't hesitate to claw your ears off and ask questions later.
leader.
Badgerthorn knows how to take charge in most situations. Even as a kit he seemed to be the leader of his littermate. He has no ill wishes toward his leader or his deputy, but he would like to be a leader or deputy some day. He has learned to live with the fact that it probably won't happen, though, and devotes himself to being the best warrior he can and trying to stand out if a day should ever come that his clan needs him.
prejudice.
Like most cats in his clan, Badgerthorn seems to have an unmotivated hatred toward any cat that wasn't born in his clan. At the meetings if a cat from another clan tries to be nice to him, he will respond with a sharp hiss and a couple of mean words. He believes that for BoulderClan to remain strong and independent, their loyalties should lie only with their clan. He can't stand halfclan cats, and won't speak to them even if they are members of BoulderClan.
blunt.
Badgerthorn isn't one of those cats that are afraid to speak their mind. Oh no. If you ask him a question you better expect the truth no matter how mean and untactful it might be. Badgerthorn will give anyone the hard truth, from his leader right down to the youngest kit.
hurt.
And yes, we've finally reached the conclusion for why Badgerthorn is Badgerthorn. When he was an apprentice, his father passed away. Since then he's harbored a deep pain that he has never shared with anyone. Any half brained cat who has known him from a kit knows what changed him, though.
REASON FOR NAME:
The prefix badger was obviously given to him for his size and black and white fur. The suffix thorn was bestowed upon him for his strength and fighting ability.
FAMILY:
Browntail - Sister // Warrior.
Firefur - Mother // Senior Warrior.
Frostface - Father // Deceased.
HISTORY:
kit
Badgerkit had a very normal kithood. He and his sister spent their first couple of weeks in the nursery with their mother, getting strong and opening their eyes and learning to walk. Just normal kit things. Badgerkit was very playful with Brownkit, and they had a lot of fun. Every chance they got they would sneak out of the nursery and wreak havoc on the camp. Badgerkit was always inquisitive and spend most of his time following the leader around and chirping out questions. The two kits were so adventurous and hard to handle that it took more than their parents to watch them and keep them in line. By the time they were four moons old they were begging to made apprentices so they could leave the camp.
apprentice
When the day finally came that the two could be apprenticed they could hardly contain their excitement. Both of the small fluffy kits were shaking as they were dubbed 'Badgerpaw' and 'Brownpaw'. The two of them ran around the entire day, begging their new mentors to take them out of camp. But of course they had to stick around and do the more unpleasant jobs of apprentices first. Such as fetching water for the elders and applying mousebile to their ticks. Soon enough, though, the two apprentices were leaving camp with their mentors almost daily. Badgerpaw was nine moons old when it happened. He and his mentor were returning from a training session. The moment he stepped paw in the camp he knew something wasn't right. The atmosphere was.. sad. He wasn't even in camp for a minute before Brownpaw ran up to him wailing her head off. When he finally discerned what she'd said, he felt his heart crack in two. His breath caught in his throat and looked at his mother for conformation. Once he got it, he didn't wail. He didn't cry. He just sat there. Badgerpaw had always been very close with his father, in fact, the two of them were hard to tell apart save for their size. He sat vigil with his father that night, cursing StarClan for allowing him to die in the jaws of a fox. That was the night that changed Badgerpaw. No longer did he run around and cause trouble with Brownpaw. For the longest time he just seemed to go through the motions of living, with no emotion. But at about eleven moons old he got very mean and drove everyone away.. Save for a single she-cat who refused to be driven away. To this day she is his only true friend.
warrior
Badgerthorn was made a warrior on the eve of his thirteenth moon. His sister was made a warrior about a week later. She was much more excited than he was. Badgerthorn was proud of himself, and he knew that his father watched from StarClan with pride. But he wanted his father to be there. Even though he knew he never could. Badgerthorn went through the motions of being a warrior easily. He hunted and fought for his clan with ferocity. Nothing very interesting has happened to him since being made a warrior.
RP EXAMPLE:She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what she was doing was wrong. She was allowing loners to stay on ShadowClan territory and eat ShadowClan food. They both seemed kind enough, yes, and they seemed to be good cats, yes, but that didn't change what she was doing. She felt torn in two. Half of her wanted to fulfill her duty to clan, wanted to prove to them that she was a loyal ShadowClan warrior. The other half, the half that didn't want to be a warrior said to let them stay, that they were right, and that ShadowClan really was selfish. At this point, it was the latter half that was winning the battle. In a way she wanted to just leave, but for some reason she couldn't. Something inside her wouldn't let her just leave two loners on ShadowClan territory.
Her attention turned to Leitmotif as he was speaking, saying that there was a lot of prey here. True, but didn't he know he could get sick from eating it? There was a reason that ShadowClan only hunted here when they had to. She sighed a bit. Maybe if she told them it would make them sick, they would leave of their own accord and her problem would be solved. "Don't you know eating the rats could make you sick?" Her voice gave nothing away. She wasn't lying to them, but secretly she was hoping it would get them to leave. This desperation didn't shine through in her tone. While her tone was slightly questioning, she still sounded the same as she always did. From time to time, someone in the clan would ask her what her problem was. To this she would respond with a hiss and sharp retort. No one knew that being an orphan bothered and shook her to the core. No one knew that she missed her mother with every waking break. No one knew that she fought with herself not to blame Jayflight for the accident. And most importantly, no one knew that her loyalties to her clan were only halfhearted.
Her eyes moved to Leitmotif's companion as he spoke, and she nodded to him. "A wise choice." The two toms weren't really as stupid as she'd thought. They knew better than to sleep in clan territory. What got her, though, was why they were even here. Yeah, yeah, yeah, prey. That's what they said anyway, but they weren't starving, and she would have to be starving to want prey from this smelly place. But then again, maybe if they were kittypets at one time they couldn't taste the difference between the rats and what their twolegs gave them. With sort of a sigh of defeat, the she-cat rested her rump on the ground. She fought back the urge to lick her paw and wipe it over her face. She knew that she could have gotten something poisonous on her paw, and licking it would just make her sick. She sat in silence for a moment, until..
“Crowkit! Crowkit. Was that your name?”
She sat in dumbfounded silence for a moment. What was he talking about? She hadn't told them her name was Crowwing, so he had to have known her from when she was younger. She looked the two males over with narrowed eyes, and then it dawned on her. She remembered it. They had been in the nursery together. Hushkit and Barbkit used to be their names. She was Barbkit's age, with Hushkit being about a moon younger than her. She remembered the night, she remembered considering joining them on their adventure and then chickening out at the last second. She remembered Dogpaw and Thornkit being picked up by a patrol the next morning and telling the clan of his story. He left not too long after that out of shame.
Crowwing blinked at them for a second, and then she was overcome by a sense of reunion. These two had been in the nursery with her when she was just a kit. They had played with her, listened to the elders stories with her, and then by some terrible twist of fate they were taken from their clan.
"Hushkit?" She questioned, looking at Leitmotif... "And you must be Barbkit!" She exclaimed. Her voice didn't seem as dead anymore, it was filled with excitement. She rushed forward, pressing her nose against Leitmotif's and then Barbkit's respectively.
"Come on! I'll take you back to camp, Milkcloud and Thorn___ will be ecstatic to see you! You parents too!" Her eyes were bright with excitement. She was so glad that she hadn't chased the two away. The clan had mourned so deeply for them, and everyone would be so excited to know that they were alive and okay.
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