Post by fiery on Aug 3, 2018 3:34:49 GMT -5
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[attr="class","jsmith"]STEP ONE
[attr="class","onetext"]Name blackkit > blackpaw > blackquill
Age 13
Gender xy
Clan thunderclan ....
Apprentice nada, honeysucklestorm(previous)
Age 13
Gender xy
Clan thunderclan ....
Apprentice nada, honeysucklestorm(previous)
[attr="class","mcham"]STEP TWO
[attr="class","twotext"]Personality quill is a sandstorm of emotions, inside and out. deep down in his center, he's sensitive and truly scared of the world, but these feelings are deeply repressed. deep down, he's also ugly, greedy and self centered, always hungry and rarely his motives truly come from the best intentions for others. he cares little about most cats, only a few manage to reserve spots in his heart. those spots belong to his mother, his only brother, and honeysucklestorm. he's family oriented, and surprisingly cares deeply about his kin, but he doesn't harbor the same love for the rest of his clan. he sees them as a separate unit from his close kin, and values them more at a community in which he resides than actual companions. despite this, he wants to impress, and has a constant urge to stand out as a god among men. because of this, he's put up a fake, cockier self, which started when he was younger but has now seeped its way into his real personality. he's actually very cocky now, overly confident and acting out often to exercise his anger and inner disdain for others. he seems to have a never ending flow of courage, prowess, and energy, working very hard to advance himself. this will likely quell down when he gets older, but for now his greed remains ever hungry. all of this has earned him the name of quill, a prickly and sharp thing that can strike at any moment.
Strengths perseverance, hard working, strong physique
Weaknesses soft centered, greedy, arrogant
Goals to locate honey, reconnect, and convince her to rejoin thunderclan
Strengths perseverance, hard working, strong physique
Weaknesses soft centered, greedy, arrogant
Goals to locate honey, reconnect, and convince her to rejoin thunderclan
[attr="class","vanice"]STEP THREE
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Appearance link (short) sleek, black tom cat with piercing, light amber eyes and short fur;
(long) blackquill is a black tom, with reddish hues beneath his charcoal fur. his fur is short and sleek, each individual hair is between medium, while his pelt's over all density depends on the weather and his mental state, but usually leans towards thick. he has a nearly golden, light amber piercing eyes. he exhibits no tabby marking, but carries the ticked tabby marking from his father's side. his body is lean, but well muscled, and he’s of average height. he has a long, well muscled tail, and larger paws, both of which assist him in the trees. he has a small but thick plume of charcoal whiskers, and has a round face, with angled eyes and a larger, longer muzzle.
History
bullets for tl;dr cuz its kinda long
quill was born blackkit to flickersong, a quiet queen. his mother was small and shy, while his father was outgoing and extroverted, a very social cat. he had two siblings, skunkkit and rattlekit, who died at an early age. he was very close with his siblings for being so young, and was deeply affected by their loss. he didn't know exactly what happened, but he felt sick after seeing them slowly fade away from illness and hunger. he knew something had been terribly wrong, and there was an obvious change in him. he went from an air-headed child to a cautious being who took two steps backwards before taking one step forward.
he wasn't aware of his parents distress at the time, but the two drifted apart and became distant, though they still loved each other deeply. blackkit brought them together time and time again however. the two stayed in love for the sake of their remaining child.
they supported the kits, but flickersong wished to keep them inside for as long as she could, while shrewbite wanted to bring them out to see the huge world.
blackkit was made an apprentice half a moon early due to his father's constant pressuring of his leader to advance him as soon as possible. his leader eventually bent to the warrior's will and made blackkit into blackpaw, and appointed shrewbite as his mentor.
blackpaw struggled to keep up with his father for nearly two months, trying to gather and memorize all the information his father threw at him. he didn't want to disappoint shrewbite, not at all, and so he took part in all of his crazy adventures, despite clearly not being ready for them.
one adventure would be the turning point of his life. while the past few months had been insane and busy, quill was having fun, and had been bonding more with both his mother and especially his father. he was exhausted, but happy.
this time, would ruin all of it. nothing would ever be the same, ever again.
venturing close to the human housing, shrewbite decided to bring along his son for some training. blackpaw was sent to search for some prey around the corner, while shrewbite explored. a whaling from behind him caused blackpaw to turn his attention from an idling mouse to a screaming shrewbite. he sprinted to his father, who writhed and squirmed on the ground, blood leaking from his neck. all he could think was 'why is he doing that?'
blackpaw assumed there had been a kittypet around, but why was shrewbite foaming from the mouth? why was he writhing on the ground?
bounding to his side, the young tuxedo apprentice pressed up against his father.
"what happened? what's wrong?" he yielded no answer from shrewbite, the tom only gurgled and spit up blood.
blackpaw, realizing the severity of the situation and the fact that his father was not invincible, dragged to cat back to camp. the whole way, his panicked breathing clogged his ears and his teary eyes kept him from seeing clearly. he was a mess. flash backs of this moment would torment him for a very, very long time.
hauling his father into camp, blackpaw slumped onto the ground, trying to recover from the insane exertion of energy.
as cats crowded around, he spotted his mother's face. she looked so sad. not panicked, just sad.
"is the doctor coming?" he asked, cuddling into his mother.
"yes," she lied. "he's on his way."
within the next few hours, flickersong dragged her son to the nursery, and cats began shrewbite's funeral.
blackpaw slept for a long time, and awoke to the scent of his childhood.
his mother led him outside, and he collapsed at the sight of his father, sunken into the pine needles, and decorated with various beautiful flowers and blossoms. the scent of wisterias filled his nose, and he sobbed into his mother's skin. he was devastated, and felt sick.
the next few days dragged on slow. blackpaw remained with his mother, cradled in her embrace, feeling like he couldn't move. he was hungry, and tortured by his thirst, but even lifting his eyelids felt tiresome.
from the nursery, he listened as his father's position was given to another warrior. hearing this sent him into hysterics.
the two stayed in camp for the burial, but eventually they had to emerge, for they had no purpose in the nursery.
with heavy, red eyes, blackpaw stumbled to the center of the camp, where his leader appointed him a new mentor, and granted him one more day without training to mourn his loss. he felt dizzy and sick, again his mother had to nudge him out of the clearing. she slept with him in the apprentice's den for his last night without training, and whispered songs and stories to him to quiet his weeping.
the next day was tiresome. he stumbled around with his new mentor like a newborn fawn, exhausted and traumatized by flash backs. it seemed like one moment he was in the oak forest practicing hunting moves, and the next he was carrying his father's bleeding, gurgling, dying body home. he seemed like a ghost among men.
eventually, he began to recover, though slowly, and partially went back to normal, though he was severely depressed. each and every day was a struggle, and even long past his father's death, the beast of depression grew on its own and held him down.
he learned quicker now that he was full grown, and graduated at eight months, and was named blackquill.
a desperate want to belong possessed the tom now that he was an adult, and he tried incredibly hard to display a blooming confidence. on the inside, he was drowning. he'd never made friends as an apprentice, and always felt left out, like he had no one besides his mentor and his mother. at times, even they weren't there for him. he felt incredibly alone. now that he finally had the freedom to do what he wanted, he forced hard against the social restraints that possessed him before. he became loud, and arrogant.
apparently, he had caught the leader's attention with this change in attitude, and he was given an apprentice.
her name was honeysucklepaw. she was sweet, just like her name implied, and he worked surprisingly well with her. she was made a warrior, and developed the same arrogant headspace as blackquill.
only a short while into her warriorhood, her forbidden relationship with a riverclan warrior was discovered. blackquill was informed that since she was an apprentice, she'd been sneaking around with this cat, and had been spotted with the cat by a riverclan border patrol. they were furious, took honeysucklestorm captive, and informed thunderclan. the leaders of the two clans came to a decision of exiling both warriors.
honeysucklestorm threw blackquill a poisonous glare as she stepped out of camp for the last time, and he was heartbroken. he didn't want her to hate him for not supporting her, and he felt like he'd failed with her. while honeysucklestorm had helped him and weaned his away from his depression, she was gone now, and he fell back even further than he'd started.
after the loss of his apprentice, his closest friend, he grew more boisterous than ever.
on a border patrol with some random young cats and a few older warriors, quill and a fellow warrior, maggottail, caught the scent trail of a foreigner on their lands. they were given permission from the elders to follow it while the rest of the patrol trailed a few yards behind. both warriors were young, aggressive toms, pissed and angry, a flurry of young emotions. they fought the whole time while on the trail, about who was clogging up the trail with their own skunky smell, or about where it was leading. eventually, they tracked down the cat, an older, skinny street cat who cat a slain rabbit in their mouth.
blackquill snatched the rabbit, tossing it aside, and the two warriors tore apart the street cat, sending it bleeding and limping back to their tattered home among the human settlements.
an older warrior picked up the rabbit, deciding to take it home instead of sharing it with the large patrol, and praised the two toms for driving off the trespasser, while also scolding them for not using their words first.
begrudgingly, the two left the outsider to flee, and continued with the patrol.
when quill returned home from the patrol and decompressed, licking a scratch on his ear and lounging in the falling sun, he decided to grab the rabbit and have his fill. when he reached the fresh kill pile, maggottail already had the hare in his mouth. each of the warriors stopped and froze for a moment, starring each other down, before they began to squabble about who's the rabbit was. quill launched himself at maggottail without hesitation, and the two tore at each other with outstretched claws.
the two were growing bloody fast, and had to be pulled apart by some older warrior. maggottail was bleeding from a few places, and blackquill had received quite the beating, blood leaking into his left eye and patches of fur ripped from his flank and shoulders. he was hysterically angry, his claws drilling into the ground and his tail lashing furiously. maggottail was seething, the rabbit slumped protectively beneath his flank, and said some nasty words before he picked up his beat up kill and feasted away in a secluded corner.
blackquill nursed his wounds at the base of a tree, starring maggottail down with fury from across the camp. it was some hours, maybe a day, before maggottail approached him next. the bigger warrior dropped a freshly slaughtered squirrel at his paws. it was clear to blackquill that the squirrel was fresh, and the beaten but victorious maggottail came back from a hunt very recently.
"sorry." he hissed, before flicking his tail and turning right around to continue with his clan duties.
blackquill sniffed the squirrel, making sure it wasn't poisoned, before tucking in to sate his hunger. a smirk appeared on his face, and he watched as maggottail drift away with loose muscles.
it wasn't long before the two were growing close, and became trusted friends. on a paired free hunt, maggottail brought up something.
"my uncle mentioned this thing when i was little, like a blood pact. we each draw blood somewhere, like on our paws, and press them together. our blood gets together or something, and then we're brothers." he glanced at quill, quizzically.
quill agreed enthusiastically, excited to have a brother after the loss of rattlekit. the two each drew minor slits on their paws, pressed them together whilst hissing in pain, and grinned at each other when they had completed the process.
they were brothers now, and blackquill wasn't alone.
Appearance link (short) sleek, black tom cat with piercing, light amber eyes and short fur;
(long) blackquill is a black tom, with reddish hues beneath his charcoal fur. his fur is short and sleek, each individual hair is between medium, while his pelt's over all density depends on the weather and his mental state, but usually leans towards thick. he has a nearly golden, light amber piercing eyes. he exhibits no tabby marking, but carries the ticked tabby marking from his father's side. his body is lean, but well muscled, and he’s of average height. he has a long, well muscled tail, and larger paws, both of which assist him in the trees. he has a small but thick plume of charcoal whiskers, and has a round face, with angled eyes and a larger, longer muzzle.
History
bullets for tl;dr cuz its kinda long
- born to flickersong and shrewbite
- siblings' deaths
- early removal from the nursery at 5.5 moons, shrewbite appointed as mentor
- shrewbite's death by snake
- becomes a warrior at 8 months, named blackquill
- given honeysucklepaw as an apprentice
- honeysucklepaw becomes honeysucklestorm
- honeysucklestorm is exiled
- fight with maggottail
- maggottail and blackquill become blood brothers
- siblings' deaths
- early removal from the nursery at 5.5 moons, shrewbite appointed as mentor
- shrewbite's death by snake
- becomes a warrior at 8 months, named blackquill
- given honeysucklepaw as an apprentice
- honeysucklepaw becomes honeysucklestorm
- honeysucklestorm is exiled
- fight with maggottail
- maggottail and blackquill become blood brothers
quill was born blackkit to flickersong, a quiet queen. his mother was small and shy, while his father was outgoing and extroverted, a very social cat. he had two siblings, skunkkit and rattlekit, who died at an early age. he was very close with his siblings for being so young, and was deeply affected by their loss. he didn't know exactly what happened, but he felt sick after seeing them slowly fade away from illness and hunger. he knew something had been terribly wrong, and there was an obvious change in him. he went from an air-headed child to a cautious being who took two steps backwards before taking one step forward.
he wasn't aware of his parents distress at the time, but the two drifted apart and became distant, though they still loved each other deeply. blackkit brought them together time and time again however. the two stayed in love for the sake of their remaining child.
they supported the kits, but flickersong wished to keep them inside for as long as she could, while shrewbite wanted to bring them out to see the huge world.
blackkit was made an apprentice half a moon early due to his father's constant pressuring of his leader to advance him as soon as possible. his leader eventually bent to the warrior's will and made blackkit into blackpaw, and appointed shrewbite as his mentor.
blackpaw struggled to keep up with his father for nearly two months, trying to gather and memorize all the information his father threw at him. he didn't want to disappoint shrewbite, not at all, and so he took part in all of his crazy adventures, despite clearly not being ready for them.
one adventure would be the turning point of his life. while the past few months had been insane and busy, quill was having fun, and had been bonding more with both his mother and especially his father. he was exhausted, but happy.
this time, would ruin all of it. nothing would ever be the same, ever again.
venturing close to the human housing, shrewbite decided to bring along his son for some training. blackpaw was sent to search for some prey around the corner, while shrewbite explored. a whaling from behind him caused blackpaw to turn his attention from an idling mouse to a screaming shrewbite. he sprinted to his father, who writhed and squirmed on the ground, blood leaking from his neck. all he could think was 'why is he doing that?'
blackpaw assumed there had been a kittypet around, but why was shrewbite foaming from the mouth? why was he writhing on the ground?
bounding to his side, the young tuxedo apprentice pressed up against his father.
"what happened? what's wrong?" he yielded no answer from shrewbite, the tom only gurgled and spit up blood.
blackpaw, realizing the severity of the situation and the fact that his father was not invincible, dragged to cat back to camp. the whole way, his panicked breathing clogged his ears and his teary eyes kept him from seeing clearly. he was a mess. flash backs of this moment would torment him for a very, very long time.
hauling his father into camp, blackpaw slumped onto the ground, trying to recover from the insane exertion of energy.
as cats crowded around, he spotted his mother's face. she looked so sad. not panicked, just sad.
"is the doctor coming?" he asked, cuddling into his mother.
"yes," she lied. "he's on his way."
within the next few hours, flickersong dragged her son to the nursery, and cats began shrewbite's funeral.
blackpaw slept for a long time, and awoke to the scent of his childhood.
his mother led him outside, and he collapsed at the sight of his father, sunken into the pine needles, and decorated with various beautiful flowers and blossoms. the scent of wisterias filled his nose, and he sobbed into his mother's skin. he was devastated, and felt sick.
the next few days dragged on slow. blackpaw remained with his mother, cradled in her embrace, feeling like he couldn't move. he was hungry, and tortured by his thirst, but even lifting his eyelids felt tiresome.
from the nursery, he listened as his father's position was given to another warrior. hearing this sent him into hysterics.
the two stayed in camp for the burial, but eventually they had to emerge, for they had no purpose in the nursery.
with heavy, red eyes, blackpaw stumbled to the center of the camp, where his leader appointed him a new mentor, and granted him one more day without training to mourn his loss. he felt dizzy and sick, again his mother had to nudge him out of the clearing. she slept with him in the apprentice's den for his last night without training, and whispered songs and stories to him to quiet his weeping.
the next day was tiresome. he stumbled around with his new mentor like a newborn fawn, exhausted and traumatized by flash backs. it seemed like one moment he was in the oak forest practicing hunting moves, and the next he was carrying his father's bleeding, gurgling, dying body home. he seemed like a ghost among men.
eventually, he began to recover, though slowly, and partially went back to normal, though he was severely depressed. each and every day was a struggle, and even long past his father's death, the beast of depression grew on its own and held him down.
he learned quicker now that he was full grown, and graduated at eight months, and was named blackquill.
a desperate want to belong possessed the tom now that he was an adult, and he tried incredibly hard to display a blooming confidence. on the inside, he was drowning. he'd never made friends as an apprentice, and always felt left out, like he had no one besides his mentor and his mother. at times, even they weren't there for him. he felt incredibly alone. now that he finally had the freedom to do what he wanted, he forced hard against the social restraints that possessed him before. he became loud, and arrogant.
apparently, he had caught the leader's attention with this change in attitude, and he was given an apprentice.
her name was honeysucklepaw. she was sweet, just like her name implied, and he worked surprisingly well with her. she was made a warrior, and developed the same arrogant headspace as blackquill.
only a short while into her warriorhood, her forbidden relationship with a riverclan warrior was discovered. blackquill was informed that since she was an apprentice, she'd been sneaking around with this cat, and had been spotted with the cat by a riverclan border patrol. they were furious, took honeysucklestorm captive, and informed thunderclan. the leaders of the two clans came to a decision of exiling both warriors.
honeysucklestorm threw blackquill a poisonous glare as she stepped out of camp for the last time, and he was heartbroken. he didn't want her to hate him for not supporting her, and he felt like he'd failed with her. while honeysucklestorm had helped him and weaned his away from his depression, she was gone now, and he fell back even further than he'd started.
after the loss of his apprentice, his closest friend, he grew more boisterous than ever.
on a border patrol with some random young cats and a few older warriors, quill and a fellow warrior, maggottail, caught the scent trail of a foreigner on their lands. they were given permission from the elders to follow it while the rest of the patrol trailed a few yards behind. both warriors were young, aggressive toms, pissed and angry, a flurry of young emotions. they fought the whole time while on the trail, about who was clogging up the trail with their own skunky smell, or about where it was leading. eventually, they tracked down the cat, an older, skinny street cat who cat a slain rabbit in their mouth.
blackquill snatched the rabbit, tossing it aside, and the two warriors tore apart the street cat, sending it bleeding and limping back to their tattered home among the human settlements.
an older warrior picked up the rabbit, deciding to take it home instead of sharing it with the large patrol, and praised the two toms for driving off the trespasser, while also scolding them for not using their words first.
begrudgingly, the two left the outsider to flee, and continued with the patrol.
when quill returned home from the patrol and decompressed, licking a scratch on his ear and lounging in the falling sun, he decided to grab the rabbit and have his fill. when he reached the fresh kill pile, maggottail already had the hare in his mouth. each of the warriors stopped and froze for a moment, starring each other down, before they began to squabble about who's the rabbit was. quill launched himself at maggottail without hesitation, and the two tore at each other with outstretched claws.
the two were growing bloody fast, and had to be pulled apart by some older warrior. maggottail was bleeding from a few places, and blackquill had received quite the beating, blood leaking into his left eye and patches of fur ripped from his flank and shoulders. he was hysterically angry, his claws drilling into the ground and his tail lashing furiously. maggottail was seething, the rabbit slumped protectively beneath his flank, and said some nasty words before he picked up his beat up kill and feasted away in a secluded corner.
blackquill nursed his wounds at the base of a tree, starring maggottail down with fury from across the camp. it was some hours, maybe a day, before maggottail approached him next. the bigger warrior dropped a freshly slaughtered squirrel at his paws. it was clear to blackquill that the squirrel was fresh, and the beaten but victorious maggottail came back from a hunt very recently.
"sorry." he hissed, before flicking his tail and turning right around to continue with his clan duties.
blackquill sniffed the squirrel, making sure it wasn't poisoned, before tucking in to sate his hunger. a smirk appeared on his face, and he watched as maggottail drift away with loose muscles.
it wasn't long before the two were growing close, and became trusted friends. on a paired free hunt, maggottail brought up something.
"my uncle mentioned this thing when i was little, like a blood pact. we each draw blood somewhere, like on our paws, and press them together. our blood gets together or something, and then we're brothers." he glanced at quill, quizzically.
quill agreed enthusiastically, excited to have a brother after the loss of rattlekit. the two each drew minor slits on their paws, pressed them together whilst hissing in pain, and grinned at each other when they had completed the process.
they were brothers now, and blackquill wasn't alone.
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hades i love him so much i would love if you told me what you think about him and maggottail
or whatever his future adopter names him because this kid is my actual baby, i hope he doesnt sound too
similar to heronstar because one of my ocs i drew inspiration from was a rehash of my old character
who i based heronstar on theres such a pattern here omg im sorry im just so excited and i love him so
so much uhmmmmmmmmmmm