Post by thistlefrost on Aug 28, 2017 16:17:34 GMT -5
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THISTLEFROST
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[PTab=Tab2]APPEARANCE - face claim
thistlefrost is a very large tom. his pelt is thick and a lot of it resembles freshly fallen snow. there are grey tabby patches that rest from the tip of his nose to his tail, and wrap around his legs. from his paws, the grey is darker and grows lighter as it meets his stomach. his ears and tail are so dark that they are almost brown. over his paws, there are white half-socks. the only contrasting feature he has is the pink nose. it looks vibrant compared to the mostly monochromatic color scheme of his pelt. although his eyes, deep and strikingly blue, earn him a few looks here and there. when he was a younger cat, those looks would linger.
now when cats see him, they see his eyes and then the many scars that cover his body. thick scar tissue from roughly healed wounds has caused his pelt to appear rumpled, and in some places, it is thinner than others. his face is indented with many claw marks, each telling their tales of the battles he has fought. his ears are torn and jagged, and by the time he is an elder they might resemble ribbons. on his right paw, he only has two toes. (three, if you wish to include the dew claw.) it hindered him for a long while, but the injury is old and he has begun to adapt.
thistlefrost is a cat who is used to towering over others. while brute strength seems to run in thunderclan's bloodlines, thistlefrost is simply larger than a lot of his clanmates. he was the biggest in his litter, and he has been developing his strength and fighting skills ever since he started playing games in the nursery. while he can be useful on hunts, his skills certainly weigh heavily in battle.
PERSONALITY - thistlefrost grew up hearing how unimaginative he was. he accepted it readily enough, what would be the purpose in denying it? to him, being quick on his feet but landing heavy enough blows were the important things. imagination is better suited for the medicine cat's. thistlefrost prefers to lead patrols rather than follow in them, and although his ambition is intense, he has no desire to become clan leader. one of his favorite things is border patrols. they allow him to excerise his clever and strategic mind, making quick decisions and tracking down potential threats. he is never sloppy or lazy when it comes to things he considers important. he knows that he would die for his clanmates but he also knows that it is much easier to live life if there was no one to love. love is painful and he has always chosen against it. but he'd like to believe that loving them makes his life better in certain ways. in most ways. but when it came down to it, deep down, best friends, apprentices, and kin are secondary to his own goals. he is selfish.
which makes living in a clan sometimes a rocky path. after all, the foundation of the clan is built on trust and loyalty. thistlefrost hardly ever shares whatever is on his mind with anyone. the only cat he really trusts is himself. to make things worse, thistlefrost is stubborn and when he has goals in mind, he becomes obsessive. those goals begin to take over all priority. thistlefrost is not used to surrender, and will only back down from a fight (physical or verbal) if he has come to the conclusion that the outcome would not work in his favor. sometimes this has led him to narrowly escaping with his life. in the face of battle, thistlefrost's mind runs clear. he does not think, he only acts. he was trained this way. every new challenge met is faced head on and with whatever resources he has with him. he is clever and strategic, often using his scenery to aid him.
despite him lacking imagination, thistlefrost enjoys passing free time by exchanging riddles. he figures its a decent way to bond, and it was a great exercise for the mind. sometimes he has his apprentices complete mentally challenging tasks instead of physical activity. thistlefrost is a cat who demands respect with his body language. despite his gruff exterior, there is a certain charm about him. when he smiles he wears the face of a younger cat. he is keeping a secret. when he wakes up, there is stiffness deep in his bones. running encourages sharp pain to bite at his hips. arthritis is settling into his bones. for now, he has been able to hide efficiently.
FAMILY - ravenfoot, mother (deseaced)
- hawkstorm, father, (elder)
- poppyclaw, brother, (warrior)
- thriftcloud, brother, (warrior)
- boulderfang, mentor, (elder)
HISTORY - ravenfoot gave birth to three healthy kits. the clan was relieved, for in the swirling winds of leafbare, litters were usually doomed. hawkstorm, their father, suggested waiting a week or two before naming them. ravenfoot was an emotionally strong mother, and she agreed without offense. the mates had been in love since their apprenticeship. they had waited so long for this, and now there was so much to loose. eventually, they were named. thistlekit was the first one to open his eyes, and although his pelt resembled his grandmother's, he had his father's strong build. poppykit was already a promising hunter, quick reflexes, despite his distractability. thriftkit shows the beginnings of an intense intelligence. he asks deep and profound questions, ones that thistlekit can never entirely wrap is head around.
the kits thrive for their six moons in the nursery, growing bigger with each passing day. thistlekit takes his place as the biggest of the litter, although poppykit and thriftkit aren't far behind. when they are three moons old they start demanding that their parents start preparing them for their training. after all, leafbare had relaxed its cruel grip on the forest. surely it would be safe to leave the nursery, and explore the camp freely. with some reluctance, the parents agreed. even some other apprentices began to pitch in and give them some pointers. this was enough to satiate thistlekit's desire to become an apprentice. poppykit, however, felt the next three moons drag so painfully slowly.
when thistlepaw first saw his mentor, he felt a jolt of...surprise? he couldn't entirely place a whisker on it. the truth was, he had seen boulderfang many times before. hawkstorm had been mentored by boulderfang's father, and the two toms had been friends ever since. thistlepaw had been hoping his father would mentor him, but he quickly focused on boulderfang. the tom was huge and burly, lumbered with a great weight. he looked like he was more than strong. he looked like not even starclan themselves could knock him over. (hawkstorm later laughed heartily at this observation. 'you're right thistlepaw! and y'know what? if starclan came down here and told him to do something, he'd call them a heaping pile of fleabags and chase them off of his territory.') poppypaw was assigned to be mapleheart's apprentice, a wonderful hunter who didn't take any crap from smart mouthed apprentices. thriftpaw's mentor was a small black tom named antfur. the three brothers were excited to begin their training together.
after their first day, they shared fresh-kill and exchanged notes. thistlepaw realized that he was the only one who didn't leave the camp. 'he asked me many strange questions. they were like puzzles. we did that back and fourth until sun high. then he had me memorize the warrior code while we changed the elder's bedding. he taught me how to do it quickly, but efficently as well.' poppypaw chortled at this, but thistlepaw spoke without bitterness. the next day, he was given a tour of the territory. at every landmark, boulderfang would have him answer a few riddles, recite one rule from the warrior code (and prove that he understood its importance.) after that, boulderfang had him spend the rest of the day racing up trees, urging him to be faster and more percise every time. boulderfang would taunt him and get under his skin. he was trying to see how long it took to break thistlepaw's even temperment.
it did not break that day.
'alright, flea, try again. and damn it, use some imagination! you're a shadowclan warrior for starclan's sake. act like it!' thistlepaw's claws dug into the ground, but he said nothing. the ten moon old apprentice only nodded and slipped back into the shadows. he was told he had no imagination. yet, often he would sit at the borders and stare past high stones. wondering. what was put there? could wondering be the same as imagining? thistlepaw didn't know.
he acted like he was hunting. weight in his back, tail completely still. shadowclan warriors had been seen hunting on thunderclan territory and thistlepaw's first battle was looming ever closer. a few days ago, ravenfoot had given birth to two she-cats. there wasn't enough fresh-kill, and one of them had died. 'died because of shadowclan,' he promised himself. he knew it wasn't entirely their fault, but those thoughts were the hot coals that would fuel his passion in battle.
four moons later. ravenfoot and thistlepaw are patroling alone together. they were both still greiving over honeykit's death. they were hungry, and thistlepaw smelled shadowclan scent. it was close to the thunderpath, but the red haze of battle was clouding his vision. he followed the trail with intense speed, and eventually caught up with the warrior holding a mouse in his jaws. thistlepaw fought him, and was about to chase him onto the thunderpath. ravenfoot barreled him out of the way just in time to be struck by the oncoming monster. ravenfoot was killed immedietly.
after that, thunderclan finally attacked. after three gatherings of confrontation and hostility, they could no longer sit idly by. they ambushed a patrol in their own territory, and chased them all the way back to camp. thistlefrost and his littermates earned their warrior names that day, and relished in their victory. but thistlefrost was overwhelmed by grief and shame. the night after his vigil, he disappeared from the territory.
he left his clan in the name of starclan, or so he believed.
thistlefrost had been disturbed by vivid dreams after his mother's death. he would wake up with a veil over his eyes, and blunder through the days. once he had earned his warrior name, he decided to follow the trail his dreams had planted. an apparition in the form of ravenfoot told him to go - to find what his heart desired.
he did not believe he was betraying his clan. the journey he made had forced him to mature much faster. he allowed friends to die so he could continue. he fell in love and lost it all. he fought new enemies - strange creatures with long muzzles and sharp teeth, and now lives with a mangled paw. the wound almost killed him, but two loners saved his life.
they became his friends. and they were betrayed by him. thistlefrost never did it easily. eventually, as the grief for his mother healed, he realized he belonged with thunderclan. he had left his clan when he was only thirteen moons old. he came home, an unwelcome ghost of his former self. but over time he proved his worth. he had been gone for so long, faces were unfamiliar. now he has been back for almost two years. if cats question his loyalty he all but ignores them. he knows his place and where his heart lies. hardly anyone knows why he left, or what happened while he was away.
(( note: I plan on fleshing out his personal journey, but it's been holding me up and I would like to start RPing him asap! c: ))
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[PTab=Tab3]DO YOU BELIEVE IN STARCLAN? WHY OR WHY NOT? Thistlefrost sniffed at the question, but remained silent. He stayed that way for quite some time, apparently doing his best impersonation of a boulder. Finally, he replies simply, 'Yes.' with his blue gaze fixed on you. 'Why? Just look up.'
FAVORITE HISTORICAL CAT? WHY? A glare is tossed in your direction, and the massive tom rocks on his haunches. 'Our founding father, Thunder, of course. What we have is because of him.'
WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR? His hackles rise and he makes eye contact, again, that chilling gaze washing over you. 'I fear the things that lie beyond these borders. I fear leafbare and the bellies she starves.' He glances at his mangled paw. The two missing toes were prominent. 'My greatest fear? The twolegs.
IF YOUR BEST FRIEND/MOTHER/WHOEVER KNOWS YOU WELL COULD DESCRIBE YOU IN THREE INDIVIDUAL WORDS, WHAT WOULD THOSE BE? DO YOU AGREE OR DISAGREE? Thistlefrost is about to speak, but the bushes rustle and interrupt him. Both of you turn to face the source of the sound but relax when you realize it's Poppyclaw. 'Look, I'm sorry, I can't hold my tongue any longer.' The ginger tom is full of mirth and he plops down next to his brother. 'The three words I'd use to describe ol' mean and ugly are: obsessive, unimaginative, and absolutely brilliant.' You turn to Thistlefrost, awaiting the answer to your last question. 'He says true,' the tom meows, shrugging.
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[PTab=Tab4]USERNAME/ALIAS - username: thistlefrost alias: ghost
PRONOUNS - he/him/they/them
TIMEZONE - AZ MTN
OTHER CHARACTERS - none! (yet)
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PAST NAMES - peregrine. thistlepaw. thistlekit.
SEX - tom
AGE - sixty seven moons (or about five years.)
CLAN &RANK - thunderclan warrior
BRIEF DESCRIPTION - very large grey-white tom with intense blue eyes.
SEX - tom
AGE - sixty seven moons (or about five years.)
CLAN &RANK - thunderclan warrior
BRIEF DESCRIPTION - very large grey-white tom with intense blue eyes.
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[PTab=Tab2]APPEARANCE - face claim
thistlefrost is a very large tom. his pelt is thick and a lot of it resembles freshly fallen snow. there are grey tabby patches that rest from the tip of his nose to his tail, and wrap around his legs. from his paws, the grey is darker and grows lighter as it meets his stomach. his ears and tail are so dark that they are almost brown. over his paws, there are white half-socks. the only contrasting feature he has is the pink nose. it looks vibrant compared to the mostly monochromatic color scheme of his pelt. although his eyes, deep and strikingly blue, earn him a few looks here and there. when he was a younger cat, those looks would linger.
now when cats see him, they see his eyes and then the many scars that cover his body. thick scar tissue from roughly healed wounds has caused his pelt to appear rumpled, and in some places, it is thinner than others. his face is indented with many claw marks, each telling their tales of the battles he has fought. his ears are torn and jagged, and by the time he is an elder they might resemble ribbons. on his right paw, he only has two toes. (three, if you wish to include the dew claw.) it hindered him for a long while, but the injury is old and he has begun to adapt.
thistlefrost is a cat who is used to towering over others. while brute strength seems to run in thunderclan's bloodlines, thistlefrost is simply larger than a lot of his clanmates. he was the biggest in his litter, and he has been developing his strength and fighting skills ever since he started playing games in the nursery. while he can be useful on hunts, his skills certainly weigh heavily in battle.
PERSONALITY - thistlefrost grew up hearing how unimaginative he was. he accepted it readily enough, what would be the purpose in denying it? to him, being quick on his feet but landing heavy enough blows were the important things. imagination is better suited for the medicine cat's. thistlefrost prefers to lead patrols rather than follow in them, and although his ambition is intense, he has no desire to become clan leader. one of his favorite things is border patrols. they allow him to excerise his clever and strategic mind, making quick decisions and tracking down potential threats. he is never sloppy or lazy when it comes to things he considers important. he knows that he would die for his clanmates but he also knows that it is much easier to live life if there was no one to love. love is painful and he has always chosen against it. but he'd like to believe that loving them makes his life better in certain ways. in most ways. but when it came down to it, deep down, best friends, apprentices, and kin are secondary to his own goals. he is selfish.
which makes living in a clan sometimes a rocky path. after all, the foundation of the clan is built on trust and loyalty. thistlefrost hardly ever shares whatever is on his mind with anyone. the only cat he really trusts is himself. to make things worse, thistlefrost is stubborn and when he has goals in mind, he becomes obsessive. those goals begin to take over all priority. thistlefrost is not used to surrender, and will only back down from a fight (physical or verbal) if he has come to the conclusion that the outcome would not work in his favor. sometimes this has led him to narrowly escaping with his life. in the face of battle, thistlefrost's mind runs clear. he does not think, he only acts. he was trained this way. every new challenge met is faced head on and with whatever resources he has with him. he is clever and strategic, often using his scenery to aid him.
despite him lacking imagination, thistlefrost enjoys passing free time by exchanging riddles. he figures its a decent way to bond, and it was a great exercise for the mind. sometimes he has his apprentices complete mentally challenging tasks instead of physical activity. thistlefrost is a cat who demands respect with his body language. despite his gruff exterior, there is a certain charm about him. when he smiles he wears the face of a younger cat. he is keeping a secret. when he wakes up, there is stiffness deep in his bones. running encourages sharp pain to bite at his hips. arthritis is settling into his bones. for now, he has been able to hide efficiently.
FAMILY - ravenfoot, mother (deseaced)
- hawkstorm, father, (elder)
- poppyclaw, brother, (warrior)
- thriftcloud, brother, (warrior)
- boulderfang, mentor, (elder)
HISTORY - ravenfoot gave birth to three healthy kits. the clan was relieved, for in the swirling winds of leafbare, litters were usually doomed. hawkstorm, their father, suggested waiting a week or two before naming them. ravenfoot was an emotionally strong mother, and she agreed without offense. the mates had been in love since their apprenticeship. they had waited so long for this, and now there was so much to loose. eventually, they were named. thistlekit was the first one to open his eyes, and although his pelt resembled his grandmother's, he had his father's strong build. poppykit was already a promising hunter, quick reflexes, despite his distractability. thriftkit shows the beginnings of an intense intelligence. he asks deep and profound questions, ones that thistlekit can never entirely wrap is head around.
the kits thrive for their six moons in the nursery, growing bigger with each passing day. thistlekit takes his place as the biggest of the litter, although poppykit and thriftkit aren't far behind. when they are three moons old they start demanding that their parents start preparing them for their training. after all, leafbare had relaxed its cruel grip on the forest. surely it would be safe to leave the nursery, and explore the camp freely. with some reluctance, the parents agreed. even some other apprentices began to pitch in and give them some pointers. this was enough to satiate thistlekit's desire to become an apprentice. poppykit, however, felt the next three moons drag so painfully slowly.
when thistlepaw first saw his mentor, he felt a jolt of...surprise? he couldn't entirely place a whisker on it. the truth was, he had seen boulderfang many times before. hawkstorm had been mentored by boulderfang's father, and the two toms had been friends ever since. thistlepaw had been hoping his father would mentor him, but he quickly focused on boulderfang. the tom was huge and burly, lumbered with a great weight. he looked like he was more than strong. he looked like not even starclan themselves could knock him over. (hawkstorm later laughed heartily at this observation. 'you're right thistlepaw! and y'know what? if starclan came down here and told him to do something, he'd call them a heaping pile of fleabags and chase them off of his territory.') poppypaw was assigned to be mapleheart's apprentice, a wonderful hunter who didn't take any crap from smart mouthed apprentices. thriftpaw's mentor was a small black tom named antfur. the three brothers were excited to begin their training together.
after their first day, they shared fresh-kill and exchanged notes. thistlepaw realized that he was the only one who didn't leave the camp. 'he asked me many strange questions. they were like puzzles. we did that back and fourth until sun high. then he had me memorize the warrior code while we changed the elder's bedding. he taught me how to do it quickly, but efficently as well.' poppypaw chortled at this, but thistlepaw spoke without bitterness. the next day, he was given a tour of the territory. at every landmark, boulderfang would have him answer a few riddles, recite one rule from the warrior code (and prove that he understood its importance.) after that, boulderfang had him spend the rest of the day racing up trees, urging him to be faster and more percise every time. boulderfang would taunt him and get under his skin. he was trying to see how long it took to break thistlepaw's even temperment.
it did not break that day.
'alright, flea, try again. and damn it, use some imagination! you're a shadowclan warrior for starclan's sake. act like it!' thistlepaw's claws dug into the ground, but he said nothing. the ten moon old apprentice only nodded and slipped back into the shadows. he was told he had no imagination. yet, often he would sit at the borders and stare past high stones. wondering. what was put there? could wondering be the same as imagining? thistlepaw didn't know.
he acted like he was hunting. weight in his back, tail completely still. shadowclan warriors had been seen hunting on thunderclan territory and thistlepaw's first battle was looming ever closer. a few days ago, ravenfoot had given birth to two she-cats. there wasn't enough fresh-kill, and one of them had died. 'died because of shadowclan,' he promised himself. he knew it wasn't entirely their fault, but those thoughts were the hot coals that would fuel his passion in battle.
four moons later. ravenfoot and thistlepaw are patroling alone together. they were both still greiving over honeykit's death. they were hungry, and thistlepaw smelled shadowclan scent. it was close to the thunderpath, but the red haze of battle was clouding his vision. he followed the trail with intense speed, and eventually caught up with the warrior holding a mouse in his jaws. thistlepaw fought him, and was about to chase him onto the thunderpath. ravenfoot barreled him out of the way just in time to be struck by the oncoming monster. ravenfoot was killed immedietly.
after that, thunderclan finally attacked. after three gatherings of confrontation and hostility, they could no longer sit idly by. they ambushed a patrol in their own territory, and chased them all the way back to camp. thistlefrost and his littermates earned their warrior names that day, and relished in their victory. but thistlefrost was overwhelmed by grief and shame. the night after his vigil, he disappeared from the territory.
he left his clan in the name of starclan, or so he believed.
thistlefrost had been disturbed by vivid dreams after his mother's death. he would wake up with a veil over his eyes, and blunder through the days. once he had earned his warrior name, he decided to follow the trail his dreams had planted. an apparition in the form of ravenfoot told him to go - to find what his heart desired.
he did not believe he was betraying his clan. the journey he made had forced him to mature much faster. he allowed friends to die so he could continue. he fell in love and lost it all. he fought new enemies - strange creatures with long muzzles and sharp teeth, and now lives with a mangled paw. the wound almost killed him, but two loners saved his life.
they became his friends. and they were betrayed by him. thistlefrost never did it easily. eventually, as the grief for his mother healed, he realized he belonged with thunderclan. he had left his clan when he was only thirteen moons old. he came home, an unwelcome ghost of his former self. but over time he proved his worth. he had been gone for so long, faces were unfamiliar. now he has been back for almost two years. if cats question his loyalty he all but ignores them. he knows his place and where his heart lies. hardly anyone knows why he left, or what happened while he was away.
(( note: I plan on fleshing out his personal journey, but it's been holding me up and I would like to start RPing him asap! c: ))
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[PTab=Tab3]DO YOU BELIEVE IN STARCLAN? WHY OR WHY NOT? Thistlefrost sniffed at the question, but remained silent. He stayed that way for quite some time, apparently doing his best impersonation of a boulder. Finally, he replies simply, 'Yes.' with his blue gaze fixed on you. 'Why? Just look up.'
FAVORITE HISTORICAL CAT? WHY? A glare is tossed in your direction, and the massive tom rocks on his haunches. 'Our founding father, Thunder, of course. What we have is because of him.'
WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR? His hackles rise and he makes eye contact, again, that chilling gaze washing over you. 'I fear the things that lie beyond these borders. I fear leafbare and the bellies she starves.' He glances at his mangled paw. The two missing toes were prominent. 'My greatest fear? The twolegs.
IF YOUR BEST FRIEND/MOTHER/WHOEVER KNOWS YOU WELL COULD DESCRIBE YOU IN THREE INDIVIDUAL WORDS, WHAT WOULD THOSE BE? DO YOU AGREE OR DISAGREE? Thistlefrost is about to speak, but the bushes rustle and interrupt him. Both of you turn to face the source of the sound but relax when you realize it's Poppyclaw. 'Look, I'm sorry, I can't hold my tongue any longer.' The ginger tom is full of mirth and he plops down next to his brother. 'The three words I'd use to describe ol' mean and ugly are: obsessive, unimaginative, and absolutely brilliant.' You turn to Thistlefrost, awaiting the answer to your last question. 'He says true,' the tom meows, shrugging.
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[PTab=Tab4]USERNAME/ALIAS - username: thistlefrost alias: ghost
PRONOUNS - he/him/they/them
TIMEZONE - AZ MTN
OTHER CHARACTERS - none! (yet)
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