Post by xx.FIREH on Jul 21, 2009 15:56:25 GMT -5
Name: Spicetalon
Gender: Tom
Age: 50 moons
Clan: Eclipseclan
Rank: Elder
Looks: Spicetalon's fur is a striking white, with long hooks of black, reaching from his spine to his stomach. His eyes are a leaf green colour. He is a larger cat, with large paws, making it easier for him to chase prey into trees. His muzzle is tinged with gray fur, which is starting to creep up his through his fur. His white fur is slowly turning silver, but his white fur still shines through. His eyes always carry a tired, weary look nowadays. His body, creaking with age, shows the signs of growing old, but he doesn't mind. He has lived a full, complete life, and knows that he has left an imprint on clan life, and knows that whatever life throws at him, he'll be ready.
Actions: Cats question his attitude all the time. He was a happy kit, then a depressed apprentice, then a happy warrior, a depressed senior warrior, now a tired but wise elder. He is usually a happy cat, but memories weigh down on him in the night, and he realizes that if he had played his cards differently, his sister might still be alive, and his parents may be in the elders' den. He blames himself for their deaths, and still thinks that no matter what, he could have saved them, if he had just tried harder. Now that he's retired, he has more time to think about it. Whenever an apprentice comes into the den to change the bedding, he always gives them advice on what they should do, thanks to all his 'mistakes' in life. The cats he is close to him, always tell him it wasn't his fault, but he knows he could've done something different. But there are days where he just enjoys life. He always visits the nursery, because his family tree is ever-growing, and he loves it. He always tells the kittens stories of battles, and how Shadestar and Amethyststar were mighty leaders, and they should be proud of their kin.
Past:
Kithood
Born to Shadestar and Razorstar, Spicetalon loved to climb over his mother in the Nursery. He loves to play with Amethystkit, now Amethyststar, everyday. Nothing bad really happened while he was a kit.
Apprenticeship
When Spicetalon was an apprentice, his mother was getting more and more depressed. Amethystpaw and Shadestar would fight. Spicepaw would run away from the clan and hide at his favorite spot, Cascade Rocks, to calm down. Soon, Shadestar would come find him and he would be happy. Nowadays, he never wants to go near that place. The rocks bring memories as sharp as arrows, stabbing his heart.
Warriorship
Shortly after Spicetalon's warrior Ceremony, his parents were dead. At least only four sunrises after. He ended up pulling their paws together, laying his head on them, and weeping for a whole day. Later on, he had finally gotten over his grief, and was a loyal warrior. He would always make sure Amethyststar was okay. Until the inevitable happened. He watched as her son turned on her and killed her. He chased his nephew away, and fished her body out of the lake. When he returned to the camp, he brought along the news. The whole clan grieved for days, but none as long as Spicetalon. He thought it was his fault. The grief was so strong, he didn't eat until his apprentice friend finally made him see that Amethyststar would forgive him. Now he lives as an elder, never forgetting his experiences, and making sure that the apprentices, kits and warriors wouldn't make the same mistakes as him.
Relationships/Kin: Sisters: Amethyststar, Harmonyheart, Gracestep, Daintyfoot, Serpentsong, Sugarcane. Brothers: Pantherstealth, Oblivionpelt, Ebonysky. Nieces: Scrawlpaw, Colourpaw. Nephews: Razorpaw, Cloakedpaw.
Other: nope
Codewords: Painting Portraits of Ghosts
Gender: Tom
Age: 50 moons
Clan: Eclipseclan
Rank: Elder
Looks: Spicetalon's fur is a striking white, with long hooks of black, reaching from his spine to his stomach. His eyes are a leaf green colour. He is a larger cat, with large paws, making it easier for him to chase prey into trees. His muzzle is tinged with gray fur, which is starting to creep up his through his fur. His white fur is slowly turning silver, but his white fur still shines through. His eyes always carry a tired, weary look nowadays. His body, creaking with age, shows the signs of growing old, but he doesn't mind. He has lived a full, complete life, and knows that he has left an imprint on clan life, and knows that whatever life throws at him, he'll be ready.
Actions: Cats question his attitude all the time. He was a happy kit, then a depressed apprentice, then a happy warrior, a depressed senior warrior, now a tired but wise elder. He is usually a happy cat, but memories weigh down on him in the night, and he realizes that if he had played his cards differently, his sister might still be alive, and his parents may be in the elders' den. He blames himself for their deaths, and still thinks that no matter what, he could have saved them, if he had just tried harder. Now that he's retired, he has more time to think about it. Whenever an apprentice comes into the den to change the bedding, he always gives them advice on what they should do, thanks to all his 'mistakes' in life. The cats he is close to him, always tell him it wasn't his fault, but he knows he could've done something different. But there are days where he just enjoys life. He always visits the nursery, because his family tree is ever-growing, and he loves it. He always tells the kittens stories of battles, and how Shadestar and Amethyststar were mighty leaders, and they should be proud of their kin.
Past:
Kithood
Born to Shadestar and Razorstar, Spicetalon loved to climb over his mother in the Nursery. He loves to play with Amethystkit, now Amethyststar, everyday. Nothing bad really happened while he was a kit.
Apprenticeship
When Spicetalon was an apprentice, his mother was getting more and more depressed. Amethystpaw and Shadestar would fight. Spicepaw would run away from the clan and hide at his favorite spot, Cascade Rocks, to calm down. Soon, Shadestar would come find him and he would be happy. Nowadays, he never wants to go near that place. The rocks bring memories as sharp as arrows, stabbing his heart.
Warriorship
Shortly after Spicetalon's warrior Ceremony, his parents were dead. At least only four sunrises after. He ended up pulling their paws together, laying his head on them, and weeping for a whole day. Later on, he had finally gotten over his grief, and was a loyal warrior. He would always make sure Amethyststar was okay. Until the inevitable happened. He watched as her son turned on her and killed her. He chased his nephew away, and fished her body out of the lake. When he returned to the camp, he brought along the news. The whole clan grieved for days, but none as long as Spicetalon. He thought it was his fault. The grief was so strong, he didn't eat until his apprentice friend finally made him see that Amethyststar would forgive him. Now he lives as an elder, never forgetting his experiences, and making sure that the apprentices, kits and warriors wouldn't make the same mistakes as him.
Relationships/Kin: Sisters: Amethyststar, Harmonyheart, Gracestep, Daintyfoot, Serpentsong, Sugarcane. Brothers: Pantherstealth, Oblivionpelt, Ebonysky. Nieces: Scrawlpaw, Colourpaw. Nephews: Razorpaw, Cloakedpaw.
Other: nope
Codewords: Painting Portraits of Ghosts
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