Post by cursedweirdo on May 5, 2008 0:44:33 GMT -5
Picture – ~CLICKY~
Name – Treebark
Gender – Male
Age – 22 moons
Clan – SnowClan
Rank – Deputy
Description – His pelt a shade of mellow brown – right up to the tip of his tail. Mixtures of long and short stripes cover him, not quite black, but not any lighter than his original colour. The numberless lines of stripes were laid narrowly apart, forming a sense of depth and texture onto his matted fur. The reason he was given his name lay right in front of every cat to see. He was like a bark of a tree. Some have even jokingly swore they wouldn’t see him if he stood in front one. But that’s not all to this tom. His paws and tail were dipped in the same shade of colour – deep, dark brown. For a cat who didn’t know Treebark very well, they would have thought he forgot to clean himself after playing in the mud!
Treebark’s face was not as stripey as the rest of his body, but yet, they had a few tabby lines of their own too – On his cheeks and forehead. He had a slender shaped head of normal proportions. He was a little self-conscious of the bridge his nose though, he have always thought it was a little too long. His nose itself was a deep grey, tinted the slight brown colour of his pelt. Going lower, his muzzle was white; it contrasts very much from the rest of his darker body. It was as if he had eaten snow constantly since the day he was born. Treebark’s tail is long – like a vine. He had always thought it was something StarClan had given him, since he was already related to trees. He twirls his tail unconsciously, making it look like it had a life of it’s own. Sometimes he even have to bat his tail with his paws before he could control it to stop, to the amusement of cats nearby.
Not heavily build, Treebark fits in with the rest of his clan. His body type wasn’t as strong as other cats might prefer, but he had always thought it suited better in hunting. Too much muscle retrains a cat from fitting into the tight corners critters like mice and voles like to hide. Besides, he preferred his current light footsteps and little rustles during hunting. He didn’t want to seem like a Twoleg monster rushing towards their prey now did he! Even though said, he was only as good hunting as he was in fighting.
Treebark wasn’t gifted with long, sharp claws. Nor he was gifted in fighting fangs. In fact, his claws were small and hooked. (He sometimes jokingly compares them to a small hawk when questioned) and his fangs – good enough to harm, not kill. Which isn’t really a big deal to Treebark – he was against killing anyway. His legs were satisfactory built, long and slender. This attribute makes the young tom look graceful in his strides. Almost like a gentle she-cat. Laid in the middle of soft white rings are his eyes. They were orbs of a dark shade of olive green, like leaves in a tree as summer ends.
Personality – Treebark is not known for his fighting, nor hunting skills. He isn’t exaggeratedly happy, neither is he depressingly sad. He doesn’t anger easily, but he is not emotionally inactive either. He is, I guess, what you call ... normal. Some might say he is dull, but Treebark begs to differ.
Treebark likes smiling. He realized the small charm of a smile helps lighten things up dramatically. And so his tactic is to smile, especially if the situation he was facing was growing sour. He dislike fighting, quarrelling. He had no dreams of peace between the clans, however, but he found gatherings much more pleasant than other clan-to-clan meetings. He guessed it was all of this fighting; sometimes a cat needed a break. He never fails to thank StarClan for that.
Yes, Treebark had a strong faith in the Clan above – the Holy StarClan. He praises them whenever he could, and sometimes even think he dreams about them! Not that they ever visited him in his dreams though, Treebark wasn’t good enough for that – though he sometimes go deep into thought on what would a Medicine Cat would feel like. They were so close to these mystical beings.
Strong his faith in StarClan, but stronger his loyalty to his own clan. He won’t go so far to attack someone who was bad mouthing SnowClan, but he definitely won’t let it go off as nothing. He doesn’t strike as the type who would defend his clan with powerful strikes and strong bites (and he is not), but instead, he strike with shallow but harsh words. Somehow, when angered, he really knew where to hit a cat where it hurt most. (No pun intended)
He has one of those personalities that’s half-strong, half-soft. A clear example is that he had a nice walk; his shoulders would perk up, holding his back firmly, displaying the stern attitude and pride that a tom should have. Yet, his walk itself was graceful, his movements – smooth. No matter what forced blow nor what strain his muscles bore in a rough activity, he always manage to hold his composure. Guess it’s just his habit.
Most importantly, Treebark was a tactical planner. He thinks deeply into things. He’d be the first to give an idea on how to solve a problem; he’d be good in war matters – if given a chance. Young, but wise. Treebark has solved matters from relationship related arguments to preventions of natural disasters. He was usually the mid-person in most events. A background singer. But at least he does his job well.
History – It was mid-winter in an already icy land. The winds were harsh, the blizzard strong. Hidden under the protection of tall pine trees and hollowed rocks, were the cats of SnowClan. Activity was low today, the cats couldn’t go out hunting, nor can they give an all rounded patrol of their clan borders. But neither bothered any cat that much, for there couldn’t be much of a prey to catch, nor an enemy who would cross borders in weather like this. So the cats of SnowClan spent their day laying in their respective dens, sharing tongues – though chatter was too soft to be heard over the loud wailings of the wind, the sudden smacks of snow against rock. SnowClan was silent.
But there was one place in the clan which was more heated, more excited than usual – The nursery.
In the well protected shelter two cats lay in the midst of the other’s attention. Two pregnant queens who was due today. One was Pebblenose, who would soon give birth to a healthy brown tabby tom – Treekit, and the other was a golden queen called Goldflower, who would give birth to a dark, grey tabby, who was to be named Darkkit.
It was expected, that this two kits, born on the same day, bonded as brothers. They were as close as any real sibling could get. They were the best of friends. Darkkit eventually became Darkpaw, and Treekit got his name, Treepaw. Yet they remained as close as ever. It didn’t help that they had the leader and deputy themselves as their mentors. It was a great honour.
Somewhere in the middle of their apprenticeship, an unfortunate thing happened. Goldflower passed away. Darkpaw was devastated; he loved his mother very much so. It wasn’t long before he found out the reason to his mother’s death. She died depressed. The rumours were spreading, Nightheart, Darkpaw’s father, was said to have neglected the young queen, who was still so very much in love. More critical rumours were that Nightheart found a new mate. That was when Darkness sparked in the midst of Darkpaw’s heart.
Darkpaw closed himself to the world. All but Treepaw. And even then, Treepaw’s friend seemed distant. His hatred towards’ his father was so immense; Treepaw feared that Darkpaw might not ever recover from this spiritual illness. Many words of advice were given to him, hoping they would calm the grey apprentice down. But it didn’t help. Darkpaw vows of revenge against his father (who looked like the splitting image of Darkpaw himself) was too strong, it blocked out Treepaw – Darkpaw’s only friend left. Treepaw was saddened. Yet he stayed close to Darkpaw. Treepaw was unwilling to lose Darkpaw. The problem continued long into their apprenticeship. And this might be the only problem Treepaw never solved.
For Darkpaw disappeared. No one knew where, neither did Treepaw, but only he knew why.
On the eve of his disappearance, Darkpaw had confronted Treepaw. He said he found some cat while hunting for the clan, he talked about clans of another place other than the ice lands they roamed. It was too much for Treepaw to bare, all this jargon suddenly stuffed into his head. And before he knew it, Darkpaw was telling him he was leaving to gain more knowledge, more power; he was going to follow this stranger cat.
I believe in you Treepaw. Darkpaw had said that night. Do you believe in me too?
Treepaw agreed. That was much more than the truth. Treepaw was happy Darkpaw still had faith in their friendship. These two young toms had still much more to go through together in life. Treepaw wanted to spend every moment, happy or sad, with his much beloved friend, Darkpaw. But nothing is perfect, Treepaw soon learned.
Then wait for me, my friend.
And Darkpaw turned to leave. Treepaw gave a small wail, silently begging him not to go. But the small flash of grey of Darkpaw’s tail as he walked into the shadows of the forest out of SnowClan’s bounds was the last he’d ever seen of his friend.
And until today, he waits.
Relationships –
Stillpool (Father) – died in war
Pebblenose (mother) – died of old age
Darkpaw (Childhood friend) -
IC–
Treebark looked at his new apprentice. It was his first day of training, he must be extremely excited. Snakepaw was bounding up and down as they walked through the snowy forest surrounding SnowClan. Since it was their first day out, it was Treebark’s duty to show the new apprentice around. Teach him about the scenery, scents and tricks around the land of their clan. He smiled as he did his duty, Snakepaw was so jumpy. He had many questions for the already experienced mentor, of all were answered detailedly, or at least as detailed as Treebark could decipher for a new apprentice.
Hey! Hey! Treebark called out as he snapped back into reality. His apprentice was running right into a place Treebark didn’t like.
Treebark rushed out, his legs carrying as fast as he can go to shorten the distance between his apprentice and himself. Treebark look! It’s so beautiful!! Snakepaw had said to his Mentor, and he had reached out a paw to touch it – to touch the foaming white rushing water of the river, which hanged on a cliff, where Snakepaw was currently standing.
Just before Snakepaw could take a pawstep too far, Treebark grabbed hold of the grey tom by the scruff of his neck and threw him rather panicky away from the river.
Oww!! What did you do that for! Snakepaw had complained, licking his long snake-like tail who got slightly scratched during the process.
Treebark focused himself at the little apprentice, panting hardly. Okay, rule number one. Never, ever, ever, EVER, go near the river again. He stressed, still panting hardly, trying to get more oxygen into his worn lungs. Usually SnowClan didn’t allowed their young ones, even the older ones near the river, it was much more dangerous here than in IceClan, where even the warriors could fish for food. But not here, the only waters SnowClan had were white, gushing ones, with force which would sweep even the sturdiest warrior off his feet with no effort at all. Treebark looked at his apprentice, scanning his body to see if the latter had any other injuries than the small scratch on his tail. To his surprise, he was met with a well- constructed pout.
But whyyyyyyyy... His apprenticed wailed.
Treebark sighed. This was going to be a long day.
Motto/Themesong –
Put your faith in what you most believe in,
Two Worlds; One Family.
Trust your heart; Let faith decide.
To guide these lives we see.
-Phil Collins, Two Worlds.
Name – Treebark
Gender – Male
Age – 22 moons
Clan – SnowClan
Rank – Deputy
Description – His pelt a shade of mellow brown – right up to the tip of his tail. Mixtures of long and short stripes cover him, not quite black, but not any lighter than his original colour. The numberless lines of stripes were laid narrowly apart, forming a sense of depth and texture onto his matted fur. The reason he was given his name lay right in front of every cat to see. He was like a bark of a tree. Some have even jokingly swore they wouldn’t see him if he stood in front one. But that’s not all to this tom. His paws and tail were dipped in the same shade of colour – deep, dark brown. For a cat who didn’t know Treebark very well, they would have thought he forgot to clean himself after playing in the mud!
Treebark’s face was not as stripey as the rest of his body, but yet, they had a few tabby lines of their own too – On his cheeks and forehead. He had a slender shaped head of normal proportions. He was a little self-conscious of the bridge his nose though, he have always thought it was a little too long. His nose itself was a deep grey, tinted the slight brown colour of his pelt. Going lower, his muzzle was white; it contrasts very much from the rest of his darker body. It was as if he had eaten snow constantly since the day he was born. Treebark’s tail is long – like a vine. He had always thought it was something StarClan had given him, since he was already related to trees. He twirls his tail unconsciously, making it look like it had a life of it’s own. Sometimes he even have to bat his tail with his paws before he could control it to stop, to the amusement of cats nearby.
Not heavily build, Treebark fits in with the rest of his clan. His body type wasn’t as strong as other cats might prefer, but he had always thought it suited better in hunting. Too much muscle retrains a cat from fitting into the tight corners critters like mice and voles like to hide. Besides, he preferred his current light footsteps and little rustles during hunting. He didn’t want to seem like a Twoleg monster rushing towards their prey now did he! Even though said, he was only as good hunting as he was in fighting.
Treebark wasn’t gifted with long, sharp claws. Nor he was gifted in fighting fangs. In fact, his claws were small and hooked. (He sometimes jokingly compares them to a small hawk when questioned) and his fangs – good enough to harm, not kill. Which isn’t really a big deal to Treebark – he was against killing anyway. His legs were satisfactory built, long and slender. This attribute makes the young tom look graceful in his strides. Almost like a gentle she-cat. Laid in the middle of soft white rings are his eyes. They were orbs of a dark shade of olive green, like leaves in a tree as summer ends.
Personality – Treebark is not known for his fighting, nor hunting skills. He isn’t exaggeratedly happy, neither is he depressingly sad. He doesn’t anger easily, but he is not emotionally inactive either. He is, I guess, what you call ... normal. Some might say he is dull, but Treebark begs to differ.
Treebark likes smiling. He realized the small charm of a smile helps lighten things up dramatically. And so his tactic is to smile, especially if the situation he was facing was growing sour. He dislike fighting, quarrelling. He had no dreams of peace between the clans, however, but he found gatherings much more pleasant than other clan-to-clan meetings. He guessed it was all of this fighting; sometimes a cat needed a break. He never fails to thank StarClan for that.
Yes, Treebark had a strong faith in the Clan above – the Holy StarClan. He praises them whenever he could, and sometimes even think he dreams about them! Not that they ever visited him in his dreams though, Treebark wasn’t good enough for that – though he sometimes go deep into thought on what would a Medicine Cat would feel like. They were so close to these mystical beings.
Strong his faith in StarClan, but stronger his loyalty to his own clan. He won’t go so far to attack someone who was bad mouthing SnowClan, but he definitely won’t let it go off as nothing. He doesn’t strike as the type who would defend his clan with powerful strikes and strong bites (and he is not), but instead, he strike with shallow but harsh words. Somehow, when angered, he really knew where to hit a cat where it hurt most. (No pun intended)
He has one of those personalities that’s half-strong, half-soft. A clear example is that he had a nice walk; his shoulders would perk up, holding his back firmly, displaying the stern attitude and pride that a tom should have. Yet, his walk itself was graceful, his movements – smooth. No matter what forced blow nor what strain his muscles bore in a rough activity, he always manage to hold his composure. Guess it’s just his habit.
Most importantly, Treebark was a tactical planner. He thinks deeply into things. He’d be the first to give an idea on how to solve a problem; he’d be good in war matters – if given a chance. Young, but wise. Treebark has solved matters from relationship related arguments to preventions of natural disasters. He was usually the mid-person in most events. A background singer. But at least he does his job well.
History – It was mid-winter in an already icy land. The winds were harsh, the blizzard strong. Hidden under the protection of tall pine trees and hollowed rocks, were the cats of SnowClan. Activity was low today, the cats couldn’t go out hunting, nor can they give an all rounded patrol of their clan borders. But neither bothered any cat that much, for there couldn’t be much of a prey to catch, nor an enemy who would cross borders in weather like this. So the cats of SnowClan spent their day laying in their respective dens, sharing tongues – though chatter was too soft to be heard over the loud wailings of the wind, the sudden smacks of snow against rock. SnowClan was silent.
But there was one place in the clan which was more heated, more excited than usual – The nursery.
In the well protected shelter two cats lay in the midst of the other’s attention. Two pregnant queens who was due today. One was Pebblenose, who would soon give birth to a healthy brown tabby tom – Treekit, and the other was a golden queen called Goldflower, who would give birth to a dark, grey tabby, who was to be named Darkkit.
It was expected, that this two kits, born on the same day, bonded as brothers. They were as close as any real sibling could get. They were the best of friends. Darkkit eventually became Darkpaw, and Treekit got his name, Treepaw. Yet they remained as close as ever. It didn’t help that they had the leader and deputy themselves as their mentors. It was a great honour.
Somewhere in the middle of their apprenticeship, an unfortunate thing happened. Goldflower passed away. Darkpaw was devastated; he loved his mother very much so. It wasn’t long before he found out the reason to his mother’s death. She died depressed. The rumours were spreading, Nightheart, Darkpaw’s father, was said to have neglected the young queen, who was still so very much in love. More critical rumours were that Nightheart found a new mate. That was when Darkness sparked in the midst of Darkpaw’s heart.
Darkpaw closed himself to the world. All but Treepaw. And even then, Treepaw’s friend seemed distant. His hatred towards’ his father was so immense; Treepaw feared that Darkpaw might not ever recover from this spiritual illness. Many words of advice were given to him, hoping they would calm the grey apprentice down. But it didn’t help. Darkpaw vows of revenge against his father (who looked like the splitting image of Darkpaw himself) was too strong, it blocked out Treepaw – Darkpaw’s only friend left. Treepaw was saddened. Yet he stayed close to Darkpaw. Treepaw was unwilling to lose Darkpaw. The problem continued long into their apprenticeship. And this might be the only problem Treepaw never solved.
For Darkpaw disappeared. No one knew where, neither did Treepaw, but only he knew why.
On the eve of his disappearance, Darkpaw had confronted Treepaw. He said he found some cat while hunting for the clan, he talked about clans of another place other than the ice lands they roamed. It was too much for Treepaw to bare, all this jargon suddenly stuffed into his head. And before he knew it, Darkpaw was telling him he was leaving to gain more knowledge, more power; he was going to follow this stranger cat.
I believe in you Treepaw. Darkpaw had said that night. Do you believe in me too?
Treepaw agreed. That was much more than the truth. Treepaw was happy Darkpaw still had faith in their friendship. These two young toms had still much more to go through together in life. Treepaw wanted to spend every moment, happy or sad, with his much beloved friend, Darkpaw. But nothing is perfect, Treepaw soon learned.
Then wait for me, my friend.
And Darkpaw turned to leave. Treepaw gave a small wail, silently begging him not to go. But the small flash of grey of Darkpaw’s tail as he walked into the shadows of the forest out of SnowClan’s bounds was the last he’d ever seen of his friend.
And until today, he waits.
Relationships –
Stillpool (Father) – died in war
Pebblenose (mother) – died of old age
Darkpaw (Childhood friend) -
IC–
Treebark looked at his new apprentice. It was his first day of training, he must be extremely excited. Snakepaw was bounding up and down as they walked through the snowy forest surrounding SnowClan. Since it was their first day out, it was Treebark’s duty to show the new apprentice around. Teach him about the scenery, scents and tricks around the land of their clan. He smiled as he did his duty, Snakepaw was so jumpy. He had many questions for the already experienced mentor, of all were answered detailedly, or at least as detailed as Treebark could decipher for a new apprentice.
Hey! Hey! Treebark called out as he snapped back into reality. His apprentice was running right into a place Treebark didn’t like.
Treebark rushed out, his legs carrying as fast as he can go to shorten the distance between his apprentice and himself. Treebark look! It’s so beautiful!! Snakepaw had said to his Mentor, and he had reached out a paw to touch it – to touch the foaming white rushing water of the river, which hanged on a cliff, where Snakepaw was currently standing.
Just before Snakepaw could take a pawstep too far, Treebark grabbed hold of the grey tom by the scruff of his neck and threw him rather panicky away from the river.
Oww!! What did you do that for! Snakepaw had complained, licking his long snake-like tail who got slightly scratched during the process.
Treebark focused himself at the little apprentice, panting hardly. Okay, rule number one. Never, ever, ever, EVER, go near the river again. He stressed, still panting hardly, trying to get more oxygen into his worn lungs. Usually SnowClan didn’t allowed their young ones, even the older ones near the river, it was much more dangerous here than in IceClan, where even the warriors could fish for food. But not here, the only waters SnowClan had were white, gushing ones, with force which would sweep even the sturdiest warrior off his feet with no effort at all. Treebark looked at his apprentice, scanning his body to see if the latter had any other injuries than the small scratch on his tail. To his surprise, he was met with a well- constructed pout.
But whyyyyyyyy... His apprenticed wailed.
Treebark sighed. This was going to be a long day.
Motto/Themesong –
Put your faith in what you most believe in,
Two Worlds; One Family.
Trust your heart; Let faith decide.
To guide these lives we see.
-Phil Collins, Two Worlds.
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