Post by §Wildheart§ on Sept 3, 2009 20:47:52 GMT -5
Name: Twigclaw
Age: 12 moons
Gender: Tom
Home: He wanders everywhere with his twin. No true home.
Appearance:
Twigclaw is white with black speckles. He was only named Twigkit in the beginning because his mother wanted him to be a good climber. He doesn't have many muscles, and the only advantage on his side is speed and agility. His eyes are a piercing light blue, that although beautiful, seem extremely shallow. You'd think he was unique, but he was a triplet.) His two siblings look exactly alike.
Personality:
He was never one for testing his strength. He lost in every battle as an apprentice, and eventually he just gave up. Whenever he felt threatened he just turned tail and ran. His mentor was incredibly annoyed at this and thought he would never become a warrior. When you get past his timid nature, he really is sweet. However, there's another part of him. His mischievous part. His way of getting back at those who hurt him or who he doesn't like is by pranking them. These can have varying consequences. Did I mention that he's afraid of heights?
Family: Turtledive (triplet), Stoneshadow (triplet), Wavesong (older sister), Etceterapace (Older sister), Patchmagic (father), Eveningflight (mother), Rockear (Grandfather)
History:
It was a good life at first. He started out in the clan with his siblings, Turtledive and Stoneshadow. They were part of Moonclan, a very dignified clan, and their silly presence had never been truly welcomed. They were doing terrible in their apprentice-age when it happened. They never thought they'd make it to being warriors and they didn't. Twigclaw organized a prank. It was a prank on his mentor, who had over and over again told him what a failure of a warrior he was. Twigclaw had just about had it, and his siblings offered to pitch in a paw. The plan was simple. The mentor was a guard duty, and they knew his personality. They managed to lure him out into the forest. Once there they were simply going to get him stuck in a tree, but it didn't happen that way. In the turmoil, of Twigclaw trying to make obnoxious sounds, and the triplets making snickering noises from the tree above, his mentor stepped in a fox trap placed by two-legs. He was seriously injured, and bleeding heavily. If they had been brave and gone to camp, they might have been able to save him. No, though. Twigclaw decided to create warrior names for each other and flee, forgetting the clans, sick of being looked down upon all the time. His siblings agreed and soon they were off, becoming rogues who meddled in the lives of the clan.
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Name: Wavesong
Age: 22 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Moonclan
Clan Position: Warrior
Appearance:
Wavesong has long, silky silver hair that is slightly wavy. Under an open sky it's slight tinted blue, which influenced her name, for it looks like waves. On some parts the tips of the hairs are white, looking like waves when they crash on the shore. Her eyes are a dark emerald with gold encircling the slitted pupils. Patchmagic, her father, is always telling her that she looks just like his mother, Seafoam, except just a little darker.
Personality:
As beautiful as her looks are, she is hard to get along with. Wavesong isn't very interested in being around others. You can usually find her sitting on a rock and gazing at the moon intently. She's completely distant and doesn't even try to make friends. Older clanmates find this behavior annoying, for much of the time she doesn't pull her effort in the clan, reoccurring lateness for patrols, hunts, and clan meetings. The younger warriors, apprentices, and kits on the other hand tend to look up to her for being more independent which just makes everyone else even more angry. In her mind she doesn't notice anyone, though. She only seems to be able to sit and listen to what she says is "The song of the moon and the distant waters" which she is always talking about.
Family: Siblings: Stoneshadow, Twigclaw, Turtledive (younger brothers), Mother
History:
Wavesong grew up with her sister in a normal clan life. Her first ten moons weren't very pleasant, though. She always had her mother getting angry with her in one way or another. She hated her mother for her tough love and cold nature. Her sister, Etceterapace learned to bend her way through Eveneningflight's personality traps, and was always praised, but Wavesong couldn't. She began leaning more toward her father, who although quirky, was alright and nice. She always wondered how the two ended up together. Her father was good for a moon, but she became uncomfortable from the way he always looked at her and told her that she looked exactly like his mother except for the eyes and that she was slightly darker. So instead, she moved to her grandfather, Rockear. She didn't know what it was, but there was something about Rockear that was soothing. She spent great hours of the night simply watching the moon with him. She understood is body language a little and he told her what his mate and Wavesong's grandmother had told him, that the moon was the keeper of water and related to the distant waters; the sea. Wavesong was intrigued and spent ever more time with him, until one day Rockear was too old to go out into the forest and watch the moon and became an elder instead. Wavesong didn't like to dwell on the fact that her favorite family member was growing old and might die one day, and began going out into the forest alone as soon as she became an apprentice. She gazed at the moon by her lonesome. She became so detached that she barely noticed that her mother had had another set of kits, triplets, and was only slightly relieved that she didn't both with her when she was near because she was too busy being cold to the new kits. Some part of her felt bad for her new siblings, but mostly she just didn't care anymore. Wavesong had gone into her own private world by then, and still is in the present.
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Normal Clan Cat
Name:Etceterapace
Age: 22 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Moonclan
Clan Position: Warrior
Appearance:
This she-cat is tortoiseshell colored with ginger and black markings all over. She is almost completely black except for bits of ginger that randomly come up in her pelt. Her fur is long and thick, but sleek because she's always cleaning it. There is a single tuft of white on her chest. Her eyes are silver, and this brings us to an important subject. There is an important flaw of abnormality that seems to run in her family in Etceterapace. Though she would never admit it, she is blind in one eye. Her eyes are somewhat like her mothers where they reflect the environment around her, but her right eye oddly enough is always a brilliant silver/blue color. Most don't notice it, and Etceterapace has learned to work around her disadvantage and has told no one, scared that she wouldn't be allowed to continue being a warrior if it was known.
Personality:
Etceterapace feels like she's the only normal cat in the family. Her sister's a space cadet, mother a cruel she-cat, father a multi-personality dreamer, father deaf, and younger brother triplets loner pranksters who ran away like wimps after killing a fellow warrior. So of course she feels incredibly alone, being the only truly sane person of her family except for apparently Seafoam, her grandmother on her father's side. Etceterapace likes to be social and make friends, and talks, but not too much to be annoying. She's an annual participant in hunts and patrols. She's nice, too, yet her mother has rubbed off on her a little, and sometimes she gets seriously pissed at cats and holds grudges that won't budge.
Family: Siblings: Stoneshadow, Twigclaw, Turtledive (younger brothers), Mother: Eveningflight, Father: Patchmagic, Sister: Wavesong
History:
Etceterapace was always the perfect one. Her mother adored her for her similarities to herself and the way she followed instructions. Etceterapace could bend her mother one direction or the other like no other cat could, not even Patchmagic. When Eveningflight was a thick oak tree for most, to Etceterapace she was no more than a flimsy sapling. She was always getting praise from her mother, and she seemed to hang around her more often than most as a kit, not even trying to understand her sister, father, or grandfather. She was content with her mother and soon learned of many things a kit shouldn't. She was influenced. Her mother for one, didn't like Rockear, nor Patchmagic's mother, Seafoam, which made Etceterapace look down at Patchmagic's family line in scorn. Her mother also told her an exaggerated story of what a good warrior she was when she was younger and how much she hated cats who weren't of Moonclan and who had disabilities. This worried Etceterapace, and made her keep her eye problem to herself. She'd never admitted it, but she was blind in her right eye. She could never tell her mother, and she knew it, or else her mother would not look onto her so kindly. Etceterapace made it a goal to be as brilliant as she could as a warrior one day. Her mother prepared her in more than one way for the future. Even when she became an apprentice, she still stopped by her mother to say hi. When Eveningflight became pregnant again, she became jealous, knowing that her time with her mother alone would soon be shortened. When the triplets were born, she already despised them. When they started pulling practical jokes, even as kits, she hated them even more, and wouldn't even bother to look at them, averting her eyes. All her thoughts said of them was that they looked like Rockear so it was no wonder they acted so. The she-cat was already ten moons old by the time the kits came and for the last two moons of her apprenticeship, instead of hanging around her mum, she instead tried to make friends She made many friends, and impressed those she had already impressed thoroughly by showing that she wasn't just a good warrior, but also a nice cat; mostly. She seems like a good-all-around cat, but there is a deeper part of her heart that is scarred by many flaws.
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Normal Clan Cat
Name: Patchmagic
Age: 48 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Moonclan
Clan Position: Warrior
Appearance:
Patchmagic is surprisingly healthy seeing that he takes after his father in physical appearance. His father was deaf, so when he turned out perfectly fine, many were a little surprised. His fur is short and black and white. The main color is white with many splotches of black. His face looks like someone threw a paintbrush on the middle of his face because there's a blotch on his nose, but nowhere else until you get past his neck. His proportions are pretty even, his muscles dispersed among his body in a normal way. His eyes are an intense gold color.
Personality:
He wants to travel the world but is always feeling held back. He knows that his mother wasn't a clan cat and came from somewhere else; somewhere where the water, which was called waves, grew to great heights and crashed against rough, rocky beaches; somewhere called the sea. To not be able to has made him have almost two personalities. Sometimes Patchmagic is the nervous tom, who's always in a hurry to get on with things, but other times he's more morose, looking at the sky and forever dreaming of a bigger world than just the forest or Moonclan territory. He feels trapped. When he was younger it was said that his personality took after his mother, Seafoam.
Family: Kits: Stoneshadow, Twigclaw, Turtledive, Wavesong, Etceterapace;; Mother: Seafoam (dead), Father: Rockear (elder)
History:
Patchmagic's life had always been empty. He was born the only kit of the litter, and three moons after he was born his mother passed away due to Whitecough. He was devastated, being right at the age where you grew attached to the world and its occupants, but not old enough to truly understand what was happening. All he knew was that his mother, Seafoam, was gone and she wasn't coming back. He was placed in with a different litter, but never really grew any bonds with his foster mother or siblings. His father, Rockear, was still alive, but he never really saw him. His kithood passed him by in a blur. He only thought about his mother, for although his memory of her was faulty and blurry, taken from the eyes of a kitten, he never forgot her, for you don't need any of your senses to remember ones heart and soul. When he became an apprentice and moved into that stage of his life, he began asking questions about Seafoam, hungry from knowledge. He gleamed that she was once a loner, from a far away land where there was a great salty lake called the sea, where there were giant currents called waves. It made him yearn more for history, but when he tried to get more information they told him that only his father knew, but he couldn't tell him because he was deaf and incapable of hearing questions or speech. It made Patchmagic irritated, but not at the cats, but his father. Rockear had never even bothered to visit him in the nursery or around camp after Seafoam died, and it made him angry to think that he didn't even care about him. He moved on with life, though, for the seasons don't catch up for those who don't want to go forward. Soon he was a warrior, yet the world still held no meaning. All he could muse on was what lied beyond the forest. He wanted to see the sea. One day he was sure he would go, he was restless, but something held him back. A she-cat. Her name was Eveningflight, and he was hooked like a fish from all the personality in her that he lacked. She was ginger and white with fierce silver eyes and a dangerous, teetering attitude. He was drawn in, and perhaps it was love or maybe it was just some intense curiosity. Eveningflight tolerated him, and grew to like him back as well, maybe not as much, but close. When he was 26 moons old, Eveningflight gave birth to two kits. She named the first one, Etceterapace, and he named the second. It was their deal, but when Patchmagic tried to name the second one Wavekit, in memory of his mother and because the kit looked so much like her, Eveningflight had a fit, saying that she didn't want her kit to be named after a ruddy rogue. Patchmagic stuck to his name, though, and the deal wouldn't be broken, so Wavesong came to be. During the first few moons of his daughters kithood, he stayed away from the nursery, not sure whether to return, for the fight may never end if Eveningflight stuck to her arguments like she did her grudges. Eventually she warmed up to him again, and Patchmagic was all too happy to be soaked in by her broad personality and opinions. He tried to forget what she said about Seafoam. He got to know Wavesong for she spent most of her time with him for a moon or so, but soon she moved onto Rockear, he just decided it figured. Patchmagic was just one of those cats you looked past. Etceterapace always seemed to ignore him, and he began to worry if maybe she had caught on, even though she had been young, to His and Eveningflight's fight. After the kits, Eveningflight's personality seemed to change. She wasn't as daring and full of adventure as she had been when he first met her, and instead was much more strict...and even a bit cold sometimes. Again his dreams of going out and finding the sea returned, but his hopes were cut short once again. Eveningflight wanted another litter. Soon there was another batch of kits in the nursery, this time triplets, resembling his father Rockear almost completely. They reminded him too much of the father who had never bothered to think of him, and he began to spend time away from his family. He developed two personalities. The first one was morose, full of longing, regrets, and dreams. The second was one that was always in a hurry, never quite getting anywhere fast enough or doing anything quite well enough. When his kits ran away from the clan, leaving a dead warrior in their footprints, Patchmagic had two responses. The first was that they had gotten away when he hadn't, and the second was that he had been exactly like his father and not spent any time with them. One more regre to add to his list. He is still the same today, except not as close to Eveningflight.
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Mate: Eveningflight
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Normal Clan Cat
Name: Eveningflight
Age:42 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Moonclan
Clan Position: Warrior
Appearance:
Eveningflight is a ginger and white she-cat. Her build is a little boxy, with most of the muscles stored in her powerful shoulders and jaw. She's not a very fast runner, but she has a lot of power if she does get her paws on you. Her eyes are a silvery metallic color that reflect the world around her. If she were under and open sky they would appear blue, while if she was looking into green water they might appear green.
Personality:
Dangerous, daring, and slightly crazy, she doesn't understand the difference between right and wrong. With her temper, if she got too angry, she would kill someone and feel no regret. With age came wisdom and experience, and this younger personality was tampered down, but her short temper still rises and sometimes it seems that her heart might be made of ice, she is so cold.
Family: Kits: Stoneshadow, Twigclaw, Turtledive, Wavesong, Etceterapace;; Mother: Featherwhisker (dead), Father: Scratchfoot (dead)
History:
**COMING**
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Mate: Patchmagic
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Normal Clan Cat
Name: Rockear
Age: 78 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Moonclan
Clan Position: Elder
Appearance:
Rockear is deaf. It wasn't obvious when he was born, and his name was given to him because in fact his pelt with its blue/black speckles looked a bit like a rock. It became apparent when he was halfway through kithood that he couldn't hear, though, and that's why he was named as a warrior Rockear. The elder was once quite light on his feet, but age as rendered him slower and more docile. His speckles that are all over his body are starting to be separated by grey hairs. His eyes are a dark, creamy orange that might remind anyone of a hunters moon (look it up on google images, it's pretty).
Personality:
Although he has a major disability, Rockear is the kindest cat you will ever meet. Even though he can't hear you or speak, his heart is open to all. It takes a while to get to know him, and even then all one may know him by is as the deaf cat who is always doing nice things. No one truly understands him, though, in the present, not even his own son, Patchmagic. The only one who really comes close to seriously communicating with him is Wavesong, his granddaughter. The only cat who really knew him, though, was his mate Seafoam, who died shortly after giving birth.
Family: Grandchildren: Turtledive, Twigclaw, Stoneshadow, Wavesong, Etceterapace;; Kit: Patchmagic;; Mother: Falconcall (dead), Fissurefall (dead)
History:
**COMING**
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Mate: Seafoam (dead)
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Age: 12 moons
Gender: Tom
Home: He wanders everywhere with his twin. No true home.
Appearance:
Twigclaw is white with black speckles. He was only named Twigkit in the beginning because his mother wanted him to be a good climber. He doesn't have many muscles, and the only advantage on his side is speed and agility. His eyes are a piercing light blue, that although beautiful, seem extremely shallow. You'd think he was unique, but he was a triplet.) His two siblings look exactly alike.
Personality:
He was never one for testing his strength. He lost in every battle as an apprentice, and eventually he just gave up. Whenever he felt threatened he just turned tail and ran. His mentor was incredibly annoyed at this and thought he would never become a warrior. When you get past his timid nature, he really is sweet. However, there's another part of him. His mischievous part. His way of getting back at those who hurt him or who he doesn't like is by pranking them. These can have varying consequences. Did I mention that he's afraid of heights?
Family: Turtledive (triplet), Stoneshadow (triplet), Wavesong (older sister), Etceterapace (Older sister), Patchmagic (father), Eveningflight (mother), Rockear (Grandfather)
History:
It was a good life at first. He started out in the clan with his siblings, Turtledive and Stoneshadow. They were part of Moonclan, a very dignified clan, and their silly presence had never been truly welcomed. They were doing terrible in their apprentice-age when it happened. They never thought they'd make it to being warriors and they didn't. Twigclaw organized a prank. It was a prank on his mentor, who had over and over again told him what a failure of a warrior he was. Twigclaw had just about had it, and his siblings offered to pitch in a paw. The plan was simple. The mentor was a guard duty, and they knew his personality. They managed to lure him out into the forest. Once there they were simply going to get him stuck in a tree, but it didn't happen that way. In the turmoil, of Twigclaw trying to make obnoxious sounds, and the triplets making snickering noises from the tree above, his mentor stepped in a fox trap placed by two-legs. He was seriously injured, and bleeding heavily. If they had been brave and gone to camp, they might have been able to save him. No, though. Twigclaw decided to create warrior names for each other and flee, forgetting the clans, sick of being looked down upon all the time. His siblings agreed and soon they were off, becoming rogues who meddled in the lives of the clan.
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Permanant or Temporary: Permanent
Name: Wavesong
Age: 22 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Moonclan
Clan Position: Warrior
Appearance:
Wavesong has long, silky silver hair that is slightly wavy. Under an open sky it's slight tinted blue, which influenced her name, for it looks like waves. On some parts the tips of the hairs are white, looking like waves when they crash on the shore. Her eyes are a dark emerald with gold encircling the slitted pupils. Patchmagic, her father, is always telling her that she looks just like his mother, Seafoam, except just a little darker.
Personality:
As beautiful as her looks are, she is hard to get along with. Wavesong isn't very interested in being around others. You can usually find her sitting on a rock and gazing at the moon intently. She's completely distant and doesn't even try to make friends. Older clanmates find this behavior annoying, for much of the time she doesn't pull her effort in the clan, reoccurring lateness for patrols, hunts, and clan meetings. The younger warriors, apprentices, and kits on the other hand tend to look up to her for being more independent which just makes everyone else even more angry. In her mind she doesn't notice anyone, though. She only seems to be able to sit and listen to what she says is "The song of the moon and the distant waters" which she is always talking about.
Family: Siblings: Stoneshadow, Twigclaw, Turtledive (younger brothers), Mother
History:
Wavesong grew up with her sister in a normal clan life. Her first ten moons weren't very pleasant, though. She always had her mother getting angry with her in one way or another. She hated her mother for her tough love and cold nature. Her sister, Etceterapace learned to bend her way through Eveneningflight's personality traps, and was always praised, but Wavesong couldn't. She began leaning more toward her father, who although quirky, was alright and nice. She always wondered how the two ended up together. Her father was good for a moon, but she became uncomfortable from the way he always looked at her and told her that she looked exactly like his mother except for the eyes and that she was slightly darker. So instead, she moved to her grandfather, Rockear. She didn't know what it was, but there was something about Rockear that was soothing. She spent great hours of the night simply watching the moon with him. She understood is body language a little and he told her what his mate and Wavesong's grandmother had told him, that the moon was the keeper of water and related to the distant waters; the sea. Wavesong was intrigued and spent ever more time with him, until one day Rockear was too old to go out into the forest and watch the moon and became an elder instead. Wavesong didn't like to dwell on the fact that her favorite family member was growing old and might die one day, and began going out into the forest alone as soon as she became an apprentice. She gazed at the moon by her lonesome. She became so detached that she barely noticed that her mother had had another set of kits, triplets, and was only slightly relieved that she didn't both with her when she was near because she was too busy being cold to the new kits. Some part of her felt bad for her new siblings, but mostly she just didn't care anymore. Wavesong had gone into her own private world by then, and still is in the present.
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Mate: --
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Normal Clan Cat
Name:Etceterapace
Age: 22 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Moonclan
Clan Position: Warrior
Appearance:
This she-cat is tortoiseshell colored with ginger and black markings all over. She is almost completely black except for bits of ginger that randomly come up in her pelt. Her fur is long and thick, but sleek because she's always cleaning it. There is a single tuft of white on her chest. Her eyes are silver, and this brings us to an important subject. There is an important flaw of abnormality that seems to run in her family in Etceterapace. Though she would never admit it, she is blind in one eye. Her eyes are somewhat like her mothers where they reflect the environment around her, but her right eye oddly enough is always a brilliant silver/blue color. Most don't notice it, and Etceterapace has learned to work around her disadvantage and has told no one, scared that she wouldn't be allowed to continue being a warrior if it was known.
Personality:
Etceterapace feels like she's the only normal cat in the family. Her sister's a space cadet, mother a cruel she-cat, father a multi-personality dreamer, father deaf, and younger brother triplets loner pranksters who ran away like wimps after killing a fellow warrior. So of course she feels incredibly alone, being the only truly sane person of her family except for apparently Seafoam, her grandmother on her father's side. Etceterapace likes to be social and make friends, and talks, but not too much to be annoying. She's an annual participant in hunts and patrols. She's nice, too, yet her mother has rubbed off on her a little, and sometimes she gets seriously pissed at cats and holds grudges that won't budge.
Family: Siblings: Stoneshadow, Twigclaw, Turtledive (younger brothers), Mother: Eveningflight, Father: Patchmagic, Sister: Wavesong
History:
Etceterapace was always the perfect one. Her mother adored her for her similarities to herself and the way she followed instructions. Etceterapace could bend her mother one direction or the other like no other cat could, not even Patchmagic. When Eveningflight was a thick oak tree for most, to Etceterapace she was no more than a flimsy sapling. She was always getting praise from her mother, and she seemed to hang around her more often than most as a kit, not even trying to understand her sister, father, or grandfather. She was content with her mother and soon learned of many things a kit shouldn't. She was influenced. Her mother for one, didn't like Rockear, nor Patchmagic's mother, Seafoam, which made Etceterapace look down at Patchmagic's family line in scorn. Her mother also told her an exaggerated story of what a good warrior she was when she was younger and how much she hated cats who weren't of Moonclan and who had disabilities. This worried Etceterapace, and made her keep her eye problem to herself. She'd never admitted it, but she was blind in her right eye. She could never tell her mother, and she knew it, or else her mother would not look onto her so kindly. Etceterapace made it a goal to be as brilliant as she could as a warrior one day. Her mother prepared her in more than one way for the future. Even when she became an apprentice, she still stopped by her mother to say hi. When Eveningflight became pregnant again, she became jealous, knowing that her time with her mother alone would soon be shortened. When the triplets were born, she already despised them. When they started pulling practical jokes, even as kits, she hated them even more, and wouldn't even bother to look at them, averting her eyes. All her thoughts said of them was that they looked like Rockear so it was no wonder they acted so. The she-cat was already ten moons old by the time the kits came and for the last two moons of her apprenticeship, instead of hanging around her mum, she instead tried to make friends She made many friends, and impressed those she had already impressed thoroughly by showing that she wasn't just a good warrior, but also a nice cat; mostly. She seems like a good-all-around cat, but there is a deeper part of her heart that is scarred by many flaws.
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Mate: --
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Normal Clan Cat
Name: Patchmagic
Age: 48 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Moonclan
Clan Position: Warrior
Appearance:
Patchmagic is surprisingly healthy seeing that he takes after his father in physical appearance. His father was deaf, so when he turned out perfectly fine, many were a little surprised. His fur is short and black and white. The main color is white with many splotches of black. His face looks like someone threw a paintbrush on the middle of his face because there's a blotch on his nose, but nowhere else until you get past his neck. His proportions are pretty even, his muscles dispersed among his body in a normal way. His eyes are an intense gold color.
Personality:
He wants to travel the world but is always feeling held back. He knows that his mother wasn't a clan cat and came from somewhere else; somewhere where the water, which was called waves, grew to great heights and crashed against rough, rocky beaches; somewhere called the sea. To not be able to has made him have almost two personalities. Sometimes Patchmagic is the nervous tom, who's always in a hurry to get on with things, but other times he's more morose, looking at the sky and forever dreaming of a bigger world than just the forest or Moonclan territory. He feels trapped. When he was younger it was said that his personality took after his mother, Seafoam.
Family: Kits: Stoneshadow, Twigclaw, Turtledive, Wavesong, Etceterapace;; Mother: Seafoam (dead), Father: Rockear (elder)
History:
Patchmagic's life had always been empty. He was born the only kit of the litter, and three moons after he was born his mother passed away due to Whitecough. He was devastated, being right at the age where you grew attached to the world and its occupants, but not old enough to truly understand what was happening. All he knew was that his mother, Seafoam, was gone and she wasn't coming back. He was placed in with a different litter, but never really grew any bonds with his foster mother or siblings. His father, Rockear, was still alive, but he never really saw him. His kithood passed him by in a blur. He only thought about his mother, for although his memory of her was faulty and blurry, taken from the eyes of a kitten, he never forgot her, for you don't need any of your senses to remember ones heart and soul. When he became an apprentice and moved into that stage of his life, he began asking questions about Seafoam, hungry from knowledge. He gleamed that she was once a loner, from a far away land where there was a great salty lake called the sea, where there were giant currents called waves. It made him yearn more for history, but when he tried to get more information they told him that only his father knew, but he couldn't tell him because he was deaf and incapable of hearing questions or speech. It made Patchmagic irritated, but not at the cats, but his father. Rockear had never even bothered to visit him in the nursery or around camp after Seafoam died, and it made him angry to think that he didn't even care about him. He moved on with life, though, for the seasons don't catch up for those who don't want to go forward. Soon he was a warrior, yet the world still held no meaning. All he could muse on was what lied beyond the forest. He wanted to see the sea. One day he was sure he would go, he was restless, but something held him back. A she-cat. Her name was Eveningflight, and he was hooked like a fish from all the personality in her that he lacked. She was ginger and white with fierce silver eyes and a dangerous, teetering attitude. He was drawn in, and perhaps it was love or maybe it was just some intense curiosity. Eveningflight tolerated him, and grew to like him back as well, maybe not as much, but close. When he was 26 moons old, Eveningflight gave birth to two kits. She named the first one, Etceterapace, and he named the second. It was their deal, but when Patchmagic tried to name the second one Wavekit, in memory of his mother and because the kit looked so much like her, Eveningflight had a fit, saying that she didn't want her kit to be named after a ruddy rogue. Patchmagic stuck to his name, though, and the deal wouldn't be broken, so Wavesong came to be. During the first few moons of his daughters kithood, he stayed away from the nursery, not sure whether to return, for the fight may never end if Eveningflight stuck to her arguments like she did her grudges. Eventually she warmed up to him again, and Patchmagic was all too happy to be soaked in by her broad personality and opinions. He tried to forget what she said about Seafoam. He got to know Wavesong for she spent most of her time with him for a moon or so, but soon she moved onto Rockear, he just decided it figured. Patchmagic was just one of those cats you looked past. Etceterapace always seemed to ignore him, and he began to worry if maybe she had caught on, even though she had been young, to His and Eveningflight's fight. After the kits, Eveningflight's personality seemed to change. She wasn't as daring and full of adventure as she had been when he first met her, and instead was much more strict...and even a bit cold sometimes. Again his dreams of going out and finding the sea returned, but his hopes were cut short once again. Eveningflight wanted another litter. Soon there was another batch of kits in the nursery, this time triplets, resembling his father Rockear almost completely. They reminded him too much of the father who had never bothered to think of him, and he began to spend time away from his family. He developed two personalities. The first one was morose, full of longing, regrets, and dreams. The second was one that was always in a hurry, never quite getting anywhere fast enough or doing anything quite well enough. When his kits ran away from the clan, leaving a dead warrior in their footprints, Patchmagic had two responses. The first was that they had gotten away when he hadn't, and the second was that he had been exactly like his father and not spent any time with them. One more regre to add to his list. He is still the same today, except not as close to Eveningflight.
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Mate: Eveningflight
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Normal Clan Cat
Name: Eveningflight
Age:42 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Moonclan
Clan Position: Warrior
Appearance:
Eveningflight is a ginger and white she-cat. Her build is a little boxy, with most of the muscles stored in her powerful shoulders and jaw. She's not a very fast runner, but she has a lot of power if she does get her paws on you. Her eyes are a silvery metallic color that reflect the world around her. If she were under and open sky they would appear blue, while if she was looking into green water they might appear green.
Personality:
Dangerous, daring, and slightly crazy, she doesn't understand the difference between right and wrong. With her temper, if she got too angry, she would kill someone and feel no regret. With age came wisdom and experience, and this younger personality was tampered down, but her short temper still rises and sometimes it seems that her heart might be made of ice, she is so cold.
Family: Kits: Stoneshadow, Twigclaw, Turtledive, Wavesong, Etceterapace;; Mother: Featherwhisker (dead), Father: Scratchfoot (dead)
History:
**COMING**
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Mate: Patchmagic
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Normal Clan Cat
Name: Rockear
Age: 78 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Moonclan
Clan Position: Elder
Appearance:
Rockear is deaf. It wasn't obvious when he was born, and his name was given to him because in fact his pelt with its blue/black speckles looked a bit like a rock. It became apparent when he was halfway through kithood that he couldn't hear, though, and that's why he was named as a warrior Rockear. The elder was once quite light on his feet, but age as rendered him slower and more docile. His speckles that are all over his body are starting to be separated by grey hairs. His eyes are a dark, creamy orange that might remind anyone of a hunters moon (look it up on google images, it's pretty).
Personality:
Although he has a major disability, Rockear is the kindest cat you will ever meet. Even though he can't hear you or speak, his heart is open to all. It takes a while to get to know him, and even then all one may know him by is as the deaf cat who is always doing nice things. No one truly understands him, though, in the present, not even his own son, Patchmagic. The only one who really comes close to seriously communicating with him is Wavesong, his granddaughter. The only cat who really knew him, though, was his mate Seafoam, who died shortly after giving birth.
Family: Grandchildren: Turtledive, Twigclaw, Stoneshadow, Wavesong, Etceterapace;; Kit: Patchmagic;; Mother: Falconcall (dead), Fissurefall (dead)
History:
**COMING**
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Mate: Seafoam (dead)
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