Post by Duskstar on Jul 10, 2008 19:14:09 GMT -5
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Name:
Chaosheart, thank you for asking
Age:
I have lived a long 89 Moons
Gender:
I am a Tom
Clan:
I have lived in StoneClan my entire life
Rank:
Sadly enough, I now live in the Elder's Den
Appearance:
Pelt:
Ah, yes my pelt. I would love to say that it is sleek and smooth, never tangled, always groomed, but I would be lying. The first reason for this, is that I obviously am not as young as I used to be. My fur has not been very healthy for moons now. It is absolutely obnoxious, and even that is an understatement. Every morning I wake up with bits of moss and bugs tangled in with it. Being in the elders den helps a bit, because the apprentices do really well at picking out ticks and other pests. However, the clumps of matted fur that run throughout my pelt do get rather annoying.
On a brighter note, when groomed, my fur is absolutely beautiful. It is a light ginger on the tip of my tail, and it slowly gets darker and darker until it is at its darkest at my ears. The tabby markings are even darker, if possible, and run throughout my body, topping off the boring yet handsome appearance. (Not to brag).
Face:
My face is rather serious and stern looking, filled with scars and tales of the past. My ears are wide apart unlike most cats, and are more pointy than round. My mother used to joke that I had ears on the side of my head. Never liked that about mother, so harsh in her jokes... She would also comment on how horrible my hearing was, which, by the way, has only gotten worse as I grew older. Not fun being an elder.
I guess I should tell the color of my eyes first, though it may be rather difficult to explain. The main color of my eyes would most likely be a golden color, but I admire those who can see well enough to notice that. On top of this yellow is a very thin layer of orange, topped off by a thin line of green around my pupil. I'm sorry if you didn't understand that, for I have never been good at explaining. On another note, the reason why my hearing is so horrible would defiantly be because of my eyes. I have very keen vision, and notice the smallest amounts of change in my environment, or at least, I could in my younger days.
The next part of my face I would like to explain would be my muzzle. It has a very firm looking shape to it, and despite my very old age, has not yet become gray and grizzled like many of my denmates. The ginger here is the lightest on my face, not nearly as dark as my ears or the "m" shape on my forehead. My whiskers are extremely long, which I got from my father, and have passed on to my son, as mostly all StoneClanners.
Build:[/b]
My build is very typical for a tom, with muscles developed rippling beneath my pelt. This is one trait that has stuck with me through my entire life, however I do not have as much strength as I look. My back legs have the most muscle to them, and I was a very high jumper in my previous moons. The front legs seem pitiful in comparison, though they do have a good deal of strength on their own. All for of my legs have been ridiculously short my entire life, and though I was never the fastest runner, no cat would ever want to come too close in battle.
My tail is long, and with the thickest amount of fur. Balance is very important to a StoneClanner, and a long tail is another trait passed from generation to generation. It is the same ginger color as the rest of my pelt, though much much lighter, and it is amazing how much more agility you get from having a good tail.
Scars:[/b]
Scars have been a big part of my life, and have played a huge role in my history. My muzzle, despite not being grayed or grizzled, is covered in slashes from other cat's claws. Underneath my left eye is a slash that is completely vertical, and in general, when I talked about my face, I completely left out scars. You probably thought I was a pretty handsome cat, huh? Wow, how I wish that were true. I have missing tufts of fur along one of my flanks. At least I don't have to worry about any annoying fur in that area!
The most easily visible scar that I have, is what I am about to tell you. Remember when I said that the scars played a big role in my history? This is what I am talking about. My twisted front paw. This paw, I have not been able to feel for moons, because it is completely dead. The medicine cat never bothered with cutting it of, because I did still need it, otherwise I would have had to retire early. At least the claws still work on it.
Personality:
This will be very hard to explain, for I have never been good at defining my personality. I would say that I am a nice cat, in general, but there are so many ticks and complicated feelings that I have it is almost impossible to explain. We'll see how this goes.
Basics:[/b]
I am a pretty simple cat, with simple needs. As I said earlier, I would classify myself as kind, though sometimes annoyed easily... It always depends on my mood. I tend to be grouchier after sleeping, usually in the morning, or when I am really tired or sore. I know what your thinking: "TYPICAL ELDER", and I understand where you are coming from, I was a youngster once too, you know! When I am found angry, however, just stay out of my way, for I regret hurting other cats later, weather physically or emotionally. My temper can be dangerous, but luckily I don't anger easily.
Around My Denmates:[/b]
I do have a few close friends in the elder's den, ones that I grew up with, but I do not socialize too often. My mind is always working too hard to be thinking about gossiping with my grouchy fellow elders. Some of them get annoyed by me, they say that I have problems, but hey, I'm not the one complaining about how annoying the kits are now, and constantly raving on and on about how different things were when they were apprentices. THAT, my friend, is annoying.
Sometimes my denmates don't just include those my same age. I seem to be a kit magnet, ages 3 moons to 6 moons, they like to crowd around and listen to my stories. A lot of times I find that I was telling tales so far into the night that more than one kit has fallen asleep, snuggled up close to me. I keep them there. Besides, I have so many things living in my fur, one more thing can't hurt, right?
Gossiping with Apprentices:[/b]
Unlike many other elders, I enjoy the daily visits my apprentices. The more outgoing ones keep be company for a while, talking while they remove pesky ticks from my pelt. After all, it takes a while, so we might as well make it fun. The apprentices that visited me when they were kits don't get to hear my stories as often, so it is especially fun when they come. It is sad, though when the kits and I drift apart as they grow older. No one seems to care about a raggedy old cat like me anymore, not when they reach six moons. It's ok, though, I remember what it is like to be an apprentice. There is a lot of work to do.
She-cats:[/b]
Ever since my dear Iceshadow died, my heart just never seemed ready to find another mate. I can't possibly take anymore pain.
Ticks:[/b]
As you will see in my history, I was a very strict parent, as was Iceshadow. So, one of my major ticks would be spoiled kits. I mean the really arrogant ones that come into the den thinking they own the place. If one of those comes along and starts to disrespect any of my denmates or I, then I will get angry. Elders have seen and heard way more than a little 5 moon old kit, and we are much wiser, so I demand respect from the younger cats.
I do not believe in fighting. Don't get me wrong, I will fight for StoneClan until the death, no matter how old, but I don't want to go rushing into battle for a mouse-brained reason. Yes, I know I don't fight anymore, but I don't care. My clan means too much to me for them to go running off in SwiftClan territory and start unnecessary violence. Luckily, the current leader of StoneClan happens to be my son, and I taught him better than to do stupid things like that.
The last tick I am going to talk about doesn't make me angry, but sad. Remember my old mate, Iceshadow? Ever sense she died, I have never quite been able to fully get over it. I want to be happy, and I know she wants me to be happy, but every time I see two young mates, I can't help but get the flashback of the day she died.
History:
Before My Time[/b]
"I love you Fernwhisker." A young tom with a bright orange pelt gazed at his mate affectionately before turning back to the spectacular view. They were on top of the Drop Off, gazing down into the surrounding territories. Fernwhisker, a tabby she-cat with stunning brown eyes, simply purred and pressed herself closer to the tom.
"I love you too, and always will."
For a moment, it was as though nothing else existed. Nothing but those two wonderful cats, sitting atop the highest cliff for miles, staring at the sunset. The silence was mesmerizing. Suddenly, there was a faint call.
"Oakfall! Oakfall!!!!"
The tom whipped his head around and jumped to his paws, and when he saw the young apprentice running toward him, pelted up the slope to meet him.
"What is it Fallingpaw?"
The she-cat apprentice, Fallingpaw, struggled to catch her breath, though she managed to choke out a few words,
"Fire.. at camp... kits trapped.... we need our deputy."
Oakfall sprinted in the direction of camp immediately, Fallingpaw and Fernwhisker at his heals.
When they reached the camp, the sight was devastating. Fire had engulfed the entire front of the cave, the entrance was blocked.
But how was it possible? StoneClan was rock territory, how could it have caught on fire? A strong twoleg scent answered Oakfall's question. They had done this.
The deputy crept low to the ground, closer to the fire to investigate. Sure enough there was some sort of liquid on the ground near the fire. He couldn't identify it, but it smelled strongly of twoleg. Oakfall felt rage flow through him and hissed with frustration. How could they do this to us? He flipped around to face Fallingpaw, who had never left his side,
"Where is Boulderstar?"
Fallingpaw flicked her tail toward the opposite side of the rock, where Oakfall could see several elders and kits cowering. And there, in the middle of it all, was the StoneClan leader.
"The kits are trapped in the corner near the nursery," Fallingpaw meowed, eyes wide, "Robinfeather thought that a warrior had them, but when she came out..." Her voice trailed off as she gazed over toward where the queen was sitting, several others crowded around, trying to comfort her.
Oakfall had seen enough, he resumed his low position, creeping slowly toward the flames, trying to find an opening. When he looked over his shoulder, however, he realized that Fallingpaw was following him.
"No, go back!" He coughed in the middle of his words, the smoke stinging at his eyes, but Fallingpaw shook her head, and Oakfall didn't want to waist his breath here. So, the deputy let out an irritated hiss, but continued forward.
Finally, he had found it. On the side of the entrance to the cave was a small opening with no flames penetrating it. With a mighty leap, he jumped through it and looked back for Fallingpaw. When both had made it through safely, Oakfall turned around to observe the damage, and soon realized how the fire spread. The twolegs had put the strange liquid in the tunnels through the entrance to the camp, and the plants that had marked their way for many moons had been Burnt in a straight flow into camp.
Coughing, Oakfall and Fallingpaw slowly made their way through the tunnel toward camp. When they reached the cavern, the deputy and apprentice began to search.
"Yewkit, Silverkit!!" They called until their throat's hurt, but there was no reply.
"Look over there, Fallingpaw, and I'll search this area!" Ordered Oakfall. The apprentice quickly obeyed, and as the tom was searching, he heard a call,
"Oakfall, I found them, but... I think they are dead..."
The deputy rushed to where Fallingpaw was. The flames were unnaturally high in this area, and the kits tiny pelts were behind a rock, surrounded by flames. But, there was another pelt. A tabby pelt, one that had the kits surrounded, and Oakfall soon saw a pair of stunning brown eyes.
It was Fernwhisker.
"Oakfall, thank StarClan you're here!" She choked, "I couldn't carry both of them. They're breathing, but knocked out."
The deputy stood still with shock for a moment before helping his mate up and picking up Silverkit. Together the three StoneClanners fought their way through the flames and to the main exit. He handed his kit to Fallingpaw,
"You two go first, with the kits!" The fire had almost completely covered up their only way out, "Hurry!"
Fallingpaw went first, successfully saving Silverkit and getting to the other side safely. Fernwhisker was more hesitant, however, and brushed her muzzle against her mate's before, she too, leaped through the small opening to the other side.
Before Oakfall knew it, the opening closed up, leaving him to be engulfed by the surrounding heat. He fell to the floor, too weak to continue.
And while laying on the ground, gasping for air, just barely, he could hear a faint voice from the other side,
"I love you, Oakfall!!"
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The Miracle:[/b]
"Come on, you're doing great, just keep pushing Fernwhisker."
The calm voice of a small, black pelted she-cat filled the den.
"I'm trying, Midnightfang!"
The pain was unbearable. Every push was a searing pain down her side, another puddle of blood on the cold stone floor. And the worst part was, Oakfall was not here to help her. He couldn't sit next to her and encourage, to tell her how great she was doing.
Midnightfang's apprentice, Snakepaw, rushed over with some more cobwebs. They could do nothing to stop the bleeding, but they had to clean it up.
"Come on, its almost out!"
Fernwhisker took a deep breath and held it, pushing as hard as she could. A sigh of relief came from her when she realized that it was out. Her kit. Oakfall's kit.
The queen immediately turned to look at the miracle, cleaning it off before pushing it closer to her belly to nurse. Midnightfang's ice blue gaze rested fondly on the new addition to the clan. The tom had a bright ginger pelt, just like his father.
"Your name shall be Chaoskit." Fernwhisker stated knowingly. She knew the name would fit. His pelt was already becoming messy and tangled, though he had just been born moments ago. She purred, "Oh, how alike you are to your father."
Fernwhisker felt her gaze turn onto the clan Medicine Cat,
"Thank you, Midnightfang."
Despite most of the pain being over, the queen was still bleeding heavily. She felt her strength slowly drifting away. Then, just as quickly as it had started, it was all over.
Chaoskit was an orphan.
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Kithood:[/b]
"Stop running you cowardly SwiftClanner!" Chaoskit purred, his pelt messily flowing behind him. His littermate, Cedarkit, was far ahead, laughing.
"You'll never catch me!"
Cedarkit continued while looking over his shoulder for a while longer before running, headfirst, into Willowpelt. Chaoskit laughed,
"I guess I don't need to, do I?" He bounded over to his brother's side. He had learned many moons ago, that his father was the previous deputy of StoneClan, and that Willowpelt had replaced him. Chaoskit's foster mother had told him how much he looked like Oakfall and how bravely he had died.
"You need to watch your pawsteps, Cedarkit." Stated Willowpelt, "That could get you into trouble one day." The deputy lightly scuffed the kit's ears when he dropped his gaze. "Oh well, no harm done, I guess."
Cedarkit perked up immediately. "I promise I will pay more attention, Willowpelt!!"
Chaoskit could almost quote his words. Cedarkit was known for forgetting things like that often. Most likely tomorrow he would run into a queen or warrior, all of whom would give him the same warning. Chaoskit was defiantly used to his hyperactive adoptive brother.
"Glad its warmer today, don't you think Windfeather?"
Chaoskit turned his head toward the entrance to the cave. The Sunhigh patrol was just returning. His eyes lit up and he bounded over to them, mainly the one who had spoken, his adoptive father, Blackstorm.
"Blackstorm! Blackstorm! Any intruders today?" Chaoskit puffed out his chest in an attempt to look professional.
The tom lifted his head and purred at the sight of his son, but the question made him frown slightly "Yes, Chaoskit, but not cats." When the young tom gazed quizzically at him, Blackstorm purred and licked his forehead, "But nothing to worry about, we'll take care of it."
Chaoskit's unique eyes widened in excitement, "I want to help too! Can I come with when you go fight?"
Blackstorm gave him a "I cannot believe you just asked that" look before padding off to Boulderstar's den. After he had been in the den for a moment, Chaoskit padded silently over, hiding in a shadow by the entrance.
"A badger has made a den in the cave by the Drop Off. We couldn't tell how many kits she had for sure, but there was at least two."
Chaoskit strained his ears, he had never had the best hearing. Unfortunately, he heard wrong. His interpretation was that there was a badger kit in the den by the Drop Off. The tom squealed softly in excitement. After all, a badger's kit had to be smaller than him, right? Chaoskit swiveled his ears back toward the den as Boulderstar's gruff meow was heard,
"Gather a patrol to drive them off immediately, we don't want them to get any nearer to camp."
"Yes, Boulderstar."
Chaoskit gasped and scrambled back toward Cedarkit, just in time. Blackstorm padded out and toward the Apprentices Den. That must have meant that he was taking Silverpaw with him, the lucky cat. Silverpaw was one of the kits that his mother, father, and Fallingfeather saved, along with Yewpaw.
Chaoskit looked around to make sure no one was listening before turning to Cedarkit, "A badger's kit has made a den in our territory, and Blackstorm is leading a patrol to drive it out! Lets follow them!" Cedarkit immediately agreed and the two started to make their escape plan. They would wait a few moments after the patrol left, then, making sure no cat was watching, they would run after them and follow, staying out of sight. Now all they had to do was wait.
After what seemed like an eternity, Blackstorm was at the entrance with Silverpaw, Mouseclaw, and Redwing, preparing to leave. Little did they know that two young tom kits were doing the same.
Chaoskit and Cedarkit were taking good precautions. Once the patrol left, they followed, just as planned. Things were going smoothly. Then, to be extra sure they were not seen, the two rolled in a puddle of mud they found further into the territory. There pelts matched the rock perfectly.
They had not walked long before the patrol stopped near the cave.
Chaoskit was tired and his paws hurt, but he was too excited to notice. After all, who has their first battle at 4 moons! After the warriors entered the cave, so did the two kits.
"Cedarkit, Chaoskit?" Silverpaw had turned from the others and was looking straight at them, "What are you doing here!" At her voice the other three warriors turned as well. Chaoskit shrunk to the ground at Blackstorm's furious look. They were defiantly in trouble.
"Take them back to camp, Silverpaw, now." Blackstorm growled, but before Silverpaw could move a muscle, she was knocked over by the biggest badger Chaoskit had ever seen. Actually, the only badger he had ever seen, but still, it was HUGE!
Mouseclaw ran to protect the kits, but he too was soon knocked over by an even bigger badger. It turns out, the she badger had a mate and four kits, all of whom were attacking. In only a few moments the cave was filled with the screeching and growling of fight. Chaoskit gasped in horror and started to run out of the cave, but something soon stopped him. A badger grabbed hold of his paw and was slowly crushing it between its huge jaws. He shrieked in pain and fear. After a few agonizing moments of twisting and crushing, the badger finally let go. Chaoskit looked back to see Blackstorm had attacked the beast, freeing him.
"Chaoskit, run!"
The tom looked around. There was no sign of Cedarkit, but he had to leave in fear of being attacked again. So he slowly and painfully moved toward the exit of the cave. Cedarkit was sitting just outside, too afraid to move anymore.
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Apprenticeship
In comparison to everything that happened to me in the past, my apprenticeship was a total bore. My mentor's name was Silvercloud, yes, the cat that my father saved. While I thrived in learning, Cedarpaw seemed to struggle, after all he had never been the most intelligent. I felt bad for him, and tried to help, but that only angered him further and I felt as though we were drifting apart. My adoptive brother soon made different friends, two older apprentices by the names of Fangpaw and Smallpaw. I never had many social skills and was left as the loner in the den.
It seemed as though Cedarpaw was engulfed in his social life. All the time he spent was with either Fangpaw or Smallpaw. The worst part was, they were not very good influences on him. I always hated Fangpaw. He was much larger than me, and picked on all of the kits and younger apprentices. Cedarpaw acted differently with me when his friends were there, and when they were not. When Fangpaw picked on me he just sat and watched, as did Smallpaw, who really wasn't too bad herself.
When I finally did stand up for myself, it turns out I was standing up for my brother and Smallpaw as well. They both took my side, and, overwhelmed, Fangpaw never bothered us again. Not long after, Smallpaw was named Smallfoot and Fangpaw, Fangtooth. Everything went peacefully until Cedarpaw and I were named warriors.
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Warriorhood[/b]
Life as a warrior was absolutely wonderful. Cedarfang and I redeemed our friendship, and made new friends as well. One of my new friends was Iceshadow. Although 6 moons older than me, we bonded instantly. She was beautiful, and we became mates when I was 20 moons. For the next 12 moons, life was virtually unexciting for us, but then I found out that my dear Iceshadow was carrying my kits. I could not have been more excited. She gave birth to my wonderful eldest daughter Oakkit, named after by brave father. However, my eagerness soon turned to anxiety when I found out that she had greencough. I stayed with her every day in the Medicine Cats Den until she recovered. About four moons later, she bared three more kits, Oakkit's siblings. We named them Sunkit, Vixenkit, and Duskkit, all of whom were happy and healthy. Only four moons later, however, Iceshadow's sickness came back, only this time, much worse. She died shortly after. It was a great loss to both I and the kits. Oakstripe was an apprentice at the time.
About five moons later, when my kits were apprentices, and Oakstripe a warrior, the worst possible thing happened. My kin were gravely injured in battle. Sunpaw, Vixenpaw and Duskpaw were blacked out for two agonizing moons. I was thrilled with Duskpaw awoke and was named Duskpelt. However, when I found out that the other two were having emergency ceremonies before they joined StarClan, it was too much. I had lost so many cats in too little of time, and went into a deep depression.
The only thing that stopped my sadness was Duskstar and Larkflight's new kits. It was a miracle. I could see Suncall and Vixenstripe's personalities reflected off of them. I have no idea if my son noticed, and I decided not to tell him.
Sadly enough, I recently moved into the elder's den, despite my efforts of staying "young". However, if anyone dares touch my grandkits, they will have seen there last day.
Kin: Lionheart(extremely distant kin), Duskstar(Son), Shadowkit(Granddaughter; UFA), Pebblekit(Granddaughter; UFA) Suncall(Son;deceased), Vixenstripe(Daughter;deceased), Iceshadow(previous mate; deceased), Oakfall(Father; deceased), Fernwhisker(Mother;deceased), Blackstorm(adoptive father;deceased), Moorfoot(adoptive mother; deceased)
THE FOLLOWING ARE UP FOR ADOPTION:
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