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« Thread Started on Sept 17, 2006, 12:01pm » | |
[Since IceClan has no leader and the former applicant hasn't been on in over a month, I've made this - if he can't be leader, I'll change him to plain warrior.]
Name
Inkstar
Age
57 moons
Gender
Tom
Clan, Rank
IceClan Leader
Future
Not sure yet. ^^
Pic
Past, present and future image(s) of your character; Optional.
Physical Description
A large tom, Inkstar is built for strength rather than speed. He has a short pelt, good for drying off in the rain but not good for keeping him warm during the cooler months. His pelt is nearly pure black, although one ear has white and gray speckles splashed over it, and the tip of his tail is off-white.
Quite powerful, Inkstar is not one to underestimate. While he can often pin battle opponents with sheer strength, he tends towards using skill, for he has good balance and is surprisingly fast on his feet. His dark golden gaze is closed and hard to read, but there is some unspeakable weariness held there, revealing that he has had a harder life than he perhaps deserved.
Personality
Inkstar is quite the character. He is an excellent leader, and can find the smallest flaw in any plan. He words his arguments expertly, so that it is hard to come up with a counter idea. This doesn’t mean he is unwilling to listen to others – but he has strong opinions, and is not always willing to change them, whatever others say.
The leader can be quite wild, heading into battle with an abandon ferocity rarely seen in others. He does not kill wantonly, but he can be quite the fiersome sight when charging at one, and often leaves a handful of scars with which his opponents, to remember him by. He is fair – painfully so, sometimes. Not much of a diplomat, Inkstar tends to be rather blunt, but everyone knows he does not sugarcoat his words; he can always be trusted to tell his Clan the truth.
Inkstar considers gossip incredibly annoying, and ignores it almost entirely, although he occasionally wards it off – if directed at him – with a well-timed sharp remark. He does not like water, finding it far too wet (xD), and dislikes fire even more. He has a strong sense of right and wrong, and a strong connection to his Clan. He possesses an ‘attack first, ask questions later’ philosophy as far as traitors, rogues, and loners go – and does not give second chances.
While he can be harsh, Inkstar is a good leader, and protects his Clan at all costs. He keeps to the warrior code at all costs, and would never betray his Clan’s secrets, nor does he accept help from other Clans without very good reason. Solemn, proud, and somewhat cold, he is not easily read or analyzed. However, he can be quite caring and even rather sensitive, if one strikes correctly.
History
Brave people, all the right reasons
So young and with God on their side
Will trade their futures for uniforms
Offering up their lives
For bright flags on the holidays
For words in hallowed halls
For fairy tales of evil and good
For fables of right and wrong
Brave people,
There will always be reasons
For everything good that they’ve known
For the fading photographs and the still-life rooms
When the ones who will live
Come home
To bright flags on the holidays
Parades for those still left
To face the figures on the front page news
And the business of life and them
Who believe there will always be soldiers
So talk to the ones who have been there
Of glory on battle fields
They’ll tell you of brothers beside them
And a moment of kill or be killed
When all of the colors of the wide world
Are crushed into black and white
Like words on the pages of history books
That can never contain
One lie
So tell me a story of courage ~ Greg Greenway
Born to Jewelclaw and Shadepelt of IceClan, Inkkit was one of four, though the runt of his litter was stillborn. Born in early Leafbare, he and his siblings were in for a hard first few moons. Palekit was born sickly, and though her mother was healthy as far as the rest of her Clanmates went, it was particularly cold that year, and particularly snowy – meaning that hunting was hard, and food scarce. Leafbare stretched on for nearly twice as long as normal, as well. Jewelclaw simply didn’t have enough milk to sustain three fast-developing kits, and Palekit just wasted away.
Inkkit, three moons old at the time, was the first to discover his sister’s body. At first he thought she was just sleeping, but then he was unable to wake her up… The kit found his brother, first, and when both found her cold and stiff, they realized what had happened, for death was no stranger to feral cats. Their mother came in, then, but figured out the trouble far more quickly than either of her sons – she would never forgive herself.
The moons passed quickly, and soon it was the eve of Inkkit’s apprenticement. However, it was not quite as cheerful as he had generally imagined. That night, Shadepelt had run into some trouble on a small Thunderpath. He had seen prey scrounging near the blacktop. Thinking to catch it to celebrate the return of warmth to the forest, he pounced, just as a monster raced path. Shadepelt did not survive the encounter. The mouse did.
His body was returned to camp by friends, and Inkkit, Rushkit, and Jewelclaw spent the night keeping vigil for their lost family member. The next morning, they were named Inkpaw and Rushpaw, with Rushpaw given to Silvercry and Inkpaw to Mistflame. Mistflame was a sharp-tongued, experienced warrior who put Inkpaw through his paces, but sped up his training immensely.
Curiously, while Rushpaw spent much of his time training, he wasn’t progressing nearly as quickly as Inkpaw – and when questioned about it, he seemed not to care, even getting quite prickly and defensive. After a moon or two of this, Inkpaw finally figured out what was troubling his brother: Rushpaw was falling in love with Silvercry. She was not much older than he, having been quite young when made a warrior and mentor, and was cheerful, loyal, and optimistic. Still.
To try and have his brother become focused once more, Inkpaw reminded the other apprentice that warriors, unlike apprentices, were allowed to have mates and kits. Rather to his surprise, this got Rushpaw working harder than ever, the young tom trying to both prove himself to his mentor and earn his warrior name. It worked, too; Inkspray and Rushfall were named at a mere nine moons.
Rushfall waited a single moon to get his courage up, before confessing his feelings to Silvercry. To his astonishment, she stated sadly that she did not feel the same for him, asking worriedly if they could please still be friends. In a daze, Rushfall agreed, but he was slowly dying inside.
Two moons later, there was a rather large battle between IceClan and SunClan. Rushfall and Silvercry were fighting side by side. In the midst of the battle, Rushfall turned on his love, grief in his face and love in his voice as he murmured, “I’m sorry”, before killing her. He then turned his claws on himself, knowing that he would never be forgiven for what he had done. Inkspray watched it all from the other side of the clearing.
So the first few moons of warriorhood were spent depressed and grieving for his dead brother, as they had been best friends for their whole lives. Inkspray didn’t blame Silvercry for his brother’s fate, but he didn’t blame Rushfall, either, suspecting that the tom had been unable to control himself. However irrationally, Inkspray blamed himself, for not helping Rushfall more, for not standing beside him, for not saving him from a fate he had not deserved.
The only one to truly understand his grief and despair was his mother, and he began to spend more time in the elders’ den to comfort her. But this phase of his life did not last, for though Jewelclaw was a young elder, she was rather sickly. Besides, she had never fully healed from the death of Palekit or Shadepelt’s death; she hadn’t even been able to enjoy life as much as her sons. This was the last straw, and two moons after Rushfall’s death, she passed away in her sleep, peaceful as she finally greeted her warrior ancestors.
Inkspray grew more depressed and grief-stricken, for he now had no one to confide in. Only a warrior his own age, by the name of Songflame, was able to comfort him at all. The two had grown up together, being less than a moon apart, though they had never been closer than two apprentices sharing a den; circumstances had simply prevented it. Now they became best friends, and Inkspray slowly began to move out of his slump. Songflame still had most of her family left, but Inkspray only begrudged her this when she was surrounded by kin; he always had to turn away.
Seeing this, in their eighteenth moon, Songflame broke away from the sister she was sharing tongues with, asking Inkspray to walk with her. As they ambled through the forest, she questioned him on why he was so jealous of those with family. She then asked why, if he wished for one so badly, Inkspray didn’t just make a family. He shook his head, at loss for words, but following a sudden – slightly random – desire, asked if she wished to be his mate. She accepted.
Suddenly, things were looking up. As Songflame became pregnant, he began spending more time with the rest of the Clan, slowly emerging from his shell. Clan gossips murmured that a mate had been just what he needed, and now that he had one, he was surely destined to live happily ever after. The couple spent much of their time together, Inkspray often visiting the Nursery to bring food to his mate, or just to spend time with her.
However, he also went out on more patrols and things, becoming a more trusted member of the Clan. Discovering that he actually liked this new position, Inkspray was soon leading patrols and such, helping to organize the Clan – it had been discovered that he had an aptude for such things. Now that he was reaching out, others reached back; he gained many more friends, the closest of which being a she-cat – the Clan deputy – by the name of Ivystream.
The moons passed, the happy time of Songflame’s pregnancy passing like the wind, never to return. As Songflame’s kitting grew nearer, Inkspray spent less and less time out on patrols, and more and more time with his mate. She kitted in the middle of the day, Inkspray and the medicine cat of the time standing worriedly by her side.
It was a hard birth. Three kittens were born; one stillborn, one sickly, and one simply small. Only one would survive to become an apprentice – but Inkspray neither knew nor cared at the time. His gaze was fixed on his mate, even as the medicine cat pushed one of his kits over him, to lick and warm it up. He was in autopilot; at that moment, the only thing that mattered in all the world was Songflame.
And he was loosing her.
Tears streamed down the tom’s cheeks as he pleaded with her that she stay with him. She had promised, he said. She had promised that they would make a family together – she couldn’t leave him now. Songflame somehow managed to survive the night, but she was clearly greatly weakened. As the first rays of the sun touched camp, she murmured a gentle goodbye, whispering that she loved him and to please take care of their kits. As the world brightened, they named the living ones together – and then she faded away, to go with his mother; with his father; with his sister; with his brother. To go to the next world – where he now wanted so desperately to be.
Only duty kept Inkspray from killing himselfin those first terrible moons. He lovingly watched his children grow up, caring for them with a gentleness he had once reserved only for Songflame. Now they were his last link to that wonderful she-cat, and he gave them everything he had. His son, Larchkit, passed away in his fourth moon due to a harsh case of Greencough that swept the camp, stealing the Clan leader’s last life. But Inkspray barely noticed, for he spent the nights with Larchkit and Skykit both, caring for them as best he could.
Ivystream became Ivystar, but she checked in on her old friend often, to see how he was holding up. The moons were passing swiftly after Larchkit’s death, it seemed, and it was soon time for Skykit to become Skypaw. To his surprise, Inkspray became Skypaw’s mentor; Ivystar thought that it would be the best way to heal him of his grief, for in the six moons since his mate’s passing, he had not gotten over her, and had once again withdrawn from Clan life.
Proudly, Inkspray watched Skypaw grow from tiny kit everyone thought would die, to capable apprentice, surpassing her peers. He watched her carefully, trying his best not to become over-protective. The two developed a strong relationship, that of father and daughter and mentor and apprentice both. The first few moons of Skypaw’s apprenticeship passed without incident, and it seemed that she, like her father, would be gifted with early warriorship.
A Thunderpath accident changed all that. Skypaw was showing her father and the leader her skills, so that Ivystar could see where she was in her training. Ivystar agreed that she was ready for warriorship, when Skypaw – like Shadepelt before her – saw prey hunting food too close to the Thunderpath. Thinking to impress her mentor and leader, she went to catch it – but she actually stepped out on the Thunderpath to do so.
Ivystar saw the monster before the others. The leader darted out and draged Skypaw back, moving the apprentice so that only the back half of her body was hit, instead of being run over. In doing so, she lost her life and saved Skypaw’s, but Skypaw would never be a warrior. It was impossible.
Inkspray kept a cheerful face up, doing as Songflame had done for him: cheering his daughter up as best he could, and telling stories to her or simply being with her, since she couldn’t leave camp. Once the medicine cat had healed the apprentice as best she could, Skypaw was allowed out of camp for short periods, and given her warrior name at the first opportunity. But instead of heading to the warrior’s den, as she had wished for so many moons, Skygaze became a premature elder.
Inkspray was swept away by the duties of the Clan, and Skygaze became something of a caretaker for kits, and an excellent storyteller. One of her old denmates began to visit her, and eventually convinced her to sneak out of camp, saying that her elders – especially her father – would never let her go. Skygaze agreed somewhat reluctantly, but she was soon often sneaking out of camp for whatever reason, despite her inability to walk very far. The tom she had befriended was a traitor, but wove such a delicate web that once she figured out what she was helping him do, she was unable to back out.
Finally, in her sixteenth moon, she came running to her father, and explained everything they had been doing. She divulged the plans, as well, and he went to Ivystar. Together, the three concocted a plan to trap the traitors – Skygaze was unable to name all of them – and their comrades. The traitors attacked camp, but thanks to Skygaze’s warning, were defeated, at a cost.
Many of the traitors were killed, but with them they brought down many innocent Icecats – and Skygaze. The last of his family died that day, and Inkspray did not care that he cried uncontrollably in the midst of the battlefield. And he wasn’t the only one; the traitors had hurt them more than they could have ever known.
Some moons later, the deputy died, and Inkspray took his place. By this time, Ivystar was the oldest leader, and had few lives left. Thus, it was not long after this that Inkspray became Inkstar, leader of IceClan. This he has been ever since, but he has not forgotten the loved ones he has lost along the way.
Other
Heh. Sorry about the length. XD;;
RP Example
Not my first bio. ^^
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