Post by hades on Dec 12, 2015 15:22:13 GMT -5
SITTINGOWL
Grousekit, however, was the most active of the three kits. Always getting into trouble, and making fun of Longkit for his lack of interest in these sorts of things. All Longkit did was sit around, and stare into nothingness. For a long while, the whole clan spread gossip that Longkit might be deaf, which was soon dismantled because Long would react to the call of his mother, or turn his head whenever his name was mentioned. Littlekit spent a lot of time around Grousekit, and was equally as loud and rambunctious as her younger sibling. Being the middle kit didn’t bother Littlekit, and sometimes she would apologize for Grousekit’s annoyingness.
Longkit spent many hours in the shade of the nursery through his long Kit life. Sometimes he would play by himself near the elders den, and watch his siblings play roughly in the middle of the camp where they could trip up a warrior. It wasn’t until their Apprenticeship that Longkit was in for a small surprise. His actions had not gone unnoticed by the leader, and he would soon learn that being the quiet, unintrusive, lazy kit that he was, was not something that was looked well upon.
Swiftbird wasn’t pleased with Sittingpaw, and it took a while for Longkit to get used to being called Sittingpaw. Grousepaw, and Littlepaw were apprenticed to Twigtail, and her mate Quailclaw. The two made quite a pair, but had not produced any kits, which made Twigtail bitter towards the nursery Queens, and jealous of any she-cat that had kits. It was due to this that she was never allowed near the nursery, and only allowed to train apprentices - She was Grousepaw’s mentor. Quailclaw on the other hand, was gentle, and kind. He treated his mate with the utmost respect, and often consoled her, Sittingpaw thought it a fitting trait for Littlepaw to pick up on.
Swiftbird was prompt in starting Sittingpaw on his training the next morning. He and his mentor were on early patrol, and he was alone with her, and a warrior named Ashfoot. He was shown the usual sights, borders and even where he would attend his first gathering! This excited him beyond words. Meeting cats from other clans. Swiftbird was quick to kill the excitement, though, “I do not think you will be attending...” She was a cold mentor, and Ashfoot tried to laugh it off, “Ha, eh, don’t mind her, she always says that.” But, Sittingpaw wasn’t so sure.
When his first Gathering came around, it seemed that Ashfoot was correct in not minding what Swiftbird had said. He was introduced to the other clans, but didn’t get as big a welcome as his siblings, who were already making friends in other clans. Sittingpaw had no friends to make, and sat with his mentor out of the sight of everyone who could possibly see. Is she really that disappointed in me? He wondered, as strange cats that came from other clans greeted Swiftbird with warm smiles, and gentle congratulations.
It was then that Sittingpaw made up his mind to be the best apprentice to Swiftbird, if she found displeasure then he would work over time to prove himself, and if she found he had done something well, he would do it better next time. His training proceeded, and he trained with his siblings, he trained hard, he trained well, but he never got a word of praise from his mentor, and he was afraid that he never would. He improved in speed, accuracy, and agility. Most of clan whispered that he would be the next Swiftbird.
But, tragedy was about to strike, that would cause the Apprentice to become hardened and difficult to speak to.
“Then by the powers of Starclan I give you your warrior name.” There was hesitation as Sittingpaw waited for his name to be given. He stared at his leader, eyes wide and expecting. He was calm, and he was ready to accept the name that would be given to him. Swiftbird sat off to the side, silent. The whole clan seemed a bit nervous, but not Sittingpaw. “Sittingpaw, from this moment you will be known as Sittingowl. Starclan honors your skill, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Windclan.” Grousepaw glared at Sittingowl from the front, and Littlepaw cheered him on. Sittingowl sat his Vigil all night, paitent and one of the youngest apprentices to be named a warrior in a while, one moon ahead of time. He had trained hard, and learned everything that his mentor had taught him, including extra lessons, and more time earning his name than playing about like Littlepaw and Grousepaw.
It was Grousepaw’s sourness that would be his downfall. It wasn’t fair! He should have been there first, always the last, and never the first. He hated his elder brother, and plotted to make his Warrior life the worst it could possibly be. But, when he drug Littlepaw - who had grown into a mature, promising young she-cat - into one of his schemes, it would be his last.
Grousepaw crashed into camp, he was wounded and bleeding from a wound on his shoulder. “Badger! Badger near the camp.” He managed to say, “Littlepaw and Quailclaw are engaged in distracting it...” The leader had come from his den and called the deputy to make a patrol to drive the creature away from the camp, and away from the border as far as possible. Sittingowl was chosen to be part of the patrol, and Grousepaw lead the way to where Quailclaw and Littlepaw were attacking.
The patrol did manage to get the badger away from the camp, but not without cost. Grousepaw and Littlepaw were combining an attack that would end Grousepaw’s life as the jaws of the Badger -with one paw on the tom- snapped his neck. Littlepaw had been too close. Littlepaw stared at the body of her brother, traumatized and unable to speak. When they got her back to camp, she remained in this condition, and Sittingowl took it upon himself to look after his sister. She remains in this state today, and will only mumble the last words she and Grorsepaw exchanged before his death.
With the loss of his brother, and the uselessness of his sister, Sittingowl became distant, and when it came time for him to take on his first apprentice, Loudpaw, he trained the loudmouth as though there were nothing left in the world that mattered. He never found out the truth of what happened to Grousepaw, or what happened to cause it, but he didn’t care. Loudpaw became Loudtooth, and his second apprentice was Wrenpaw, whom he trained with the same amount of attention. He rarely visited his sister Littlepaw until the leader decided to give her, her warrior name. Littlepaw became Littlecloud of the Elder’s den, and the Elders looked after her, and made sure she ate.
Wrenpaw became Wrenheart, and Sittingowl attained another apprentice Brookpaw.
It was a surprise to everyone when the leader died, and the deputy took over. Well, not so much that it was a surprise, more like it took everyone by surprise. Surely there had been more lives left, but no one expected the leader to die so soon. The Medicine cat explained that he had lost quite a few lives to sickness over the leaf-bares he was alive for, and this leaf-bare had been brutal to him. Sittingowl paid his respects, and when the new leader of Windclan came back with all his nine lives, they appointed Ashfoot deputy.
Sittingowl, Brookpaw and Ashfoot were patroling the borders one morning when Ashfoot was bitten by a poisonous snake. Brookpaw rushed back to camp, and Sittingowl stayed with the deputy. But, by the time the apprentice came back with the medicine cat, Ashfoot had passed away, leaving only a loving message for his mate, Whitepelt, who was heavy with kits.
It was an irreguar time to go without a deputy. It was a moon before the leader came out and announced that Sittingowl, who had practically taken on the responsibilities anyways, would be the deputy. It is here that Sittingowl’s journey starts...
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basics
Breed - tabby mix
Eyes - Unsettling, and cruel looking yellow, and when they are not narrow slits, they are large as moons!
Place of Birth - Windclan
Gender - male
Age - 48 moons
Status - Deputy
If Apprentice: Mentor, not optional
Appearance - Sittingowl is a lanky tom, thin, and although he looks like he doesn't get enough to eat he really does. He is narrow, and not as bulky as most warriors. His pelt is a mix of heather brown, black and auburn tabby stripes. His tail is slightly fluffy, and so is the fur around his neck. The rest of him is sleek, with a sort of wild, sort of long flying lose hair scattered throughout, giving him an un-kept look. His claws are sharp, and his eyes are as large as moons naturally, and with no help from his narrow face, but they can narrow to dangerous slits if you so much as step out of line. His voice has a slight accent to it, imagine Liam Neeson's voice, if you will. His entire body is adorned with the usual battle scars, and his ears are still intact, but not without a number of bite marks.
Eyes - Unsettling, and cruel looking yellow, and when they are not narrow slits, they are large as moons!
Place of Birth - Windclan
Gender - male
Age - 48 moons
Status - Deputy
If Apprentice: Mentor, not optional
Appearance - Sittingowl is a lanky tom, thin, and although he looks like he doesn't get enough to eat he really does. He is narrow, and not as bulky as most warriors. His pelt is a mix of heather brown, black and auburn tabby stripes. His tail is slightly fluffy, and so is the fur around his neck. The rest of him is sleek, with a sort of wild, sort of long flying lose hair scattered throughout, giving him an un-kept look. His claws are sharp, and his eyes are as large as moons naturally, and with no help from his narrow face, but they can narrow to dangerous slits if you so much as step out of line. His voice has a slight accent to it, imagine Liam Neeson's voice, if you will. His entire body is adorned with the usual battle scars, and his ears are still intact, but not without a number of bite marks.
personality
Sittingowl's discernment is about the only good thing that this tom has going for him. He's loyal to his clan, and anyone who breaks the rules of - well - anything had better look out! His friendship, once won, is there for life, and that's saying something considering he's not the most liked member of the clan. Sittingowl has since tried to live up to the standards of hard living, the name 'sitting' being more of a social disgrace, he is far from the lazy, uncaring kit he once was, and shows an active interest in the training of the apprentices.
Cruel, some would say so. He doesn't take to others being lazy, and the way he goes about snapping orders at others, training the apprentices in long, extended hours of training, and with no sign of intending to take it easy on them, (which isn't true, he doesn't like to see his clanmates rip themselves apart), he can appear as hard, with no sense of humor - which he really hasn't got.
Sad to say that, Sittingowl has no sense of humor, and finds nothing funny, especially in leaf-bare. He's found it difficult to find humor in most things that others find humor in. HE doesn't expect much of his clan mates, to tell the truth. They are just as mean as he is, in his eyes, and has no room for regrets.
All this doesn't mean he can't feel. He just prefers to mourn in silence and in the privacy of Moores, or visiting his sister Littlecloud in the elders den. Seeing him around Littlecloud, who brings out the soft, squishy center of Sittingowl, is probably enough to change one's mind about the Deputy.
Cruel, some would say so. He doesn't take to others being lazy, and the way he goes about snapping orders at others, training the apprentices in long, extended hours of training, and with no sign of intending to take it easy on them, (which isn't true, he doesn't like to see his clanmates rip themselves apart), he can appear as hard, with no sense of humor - which he really hasn't got.
Sad to say that, Sittingowl has no sense of humor, and finds nothing funny, especially in leaf-bare. He's found it difficult to find humor in most things that others find humor in. HE doesn't expect much of his clan mates, to tell the truth. They are just as mean as he is, in his eyes, and has no room for regrets.
All this doesn't mean he can't feel. He just prefers to mourn in silence and in the privacy of Moores, or visiting his sister Littlecloud in the elders den. Seeing him around Littlecloud, who brings out the soft, squishy center of Sittingowl, is probably enough to change one's mind about the Deputy.
history
KITHOOD
Sittingowl was not born Sittingkit. He was in fact given the name Longkit. Longkit was not the only one in the litter, Littlekit was born shortly after himself, making him the eldest, and Grousekit was born last, weaker than the two kits already suckling their mother’s milk. Moleclaw was the father of the three kits, the mother’s name was Starlingpelt was the mother, and she was a caring, and kind sort of mother. She was slow to make choices however, and Moleclaw was quick to decide that Longkit would be the one who endured most of his treatment. When they were old enough to start speaking, it was discovered that Littlekit had a small speech impediment that caused her stumble over certain words, not by choice. Grousekit, however, was the most active of the three kits. Always getting into trouble, and making fun of Longkit for his lack of interest in these sorts of things. All Longkit did was sit around, and stare into nothingness. For a long while, the whole clan spread gossip that Longkit might be deaf, which was soon dismantled because Long would react to the call of his mother, or turn his head whenever his name was mentioned. Littlekit spent a lot of time around Grousekit, and was equally as loud and rambunctious as her younger sibling. Being the middle kit didn’t bother Littlekit, and sometimes she would apologize for Grousekit’s annoyingness.
Longkit spent many hours in the shade of the nursery through his long Kit life. Sometimes he would play by himself near the elders den, and watch his siblings play roughly in the middle of the camp where they could trip up a warrior. It wasn’t until their Apprenticeship that Longkit was in for a small surprise. His actions had not gone unnoticed by the leader, and he would soon learn that being the quiet, unintrusive, lazy kit that he was, was not something that was looked well upon.
Apprenticeship
“You will be known as, Sittingpaw, ” Sittingpaw? Longkit stared at the leader of his clan, surprised and dumbfounded to be called by such a dishonorable name. And he knew that the warrior chosen to be his mentor would not want to touch noses in acknowledgement that he was going to be the mentor of this kit with such a bad name. Not wanting to cause further embarrassment to his family, he shot a cold glance at Grousekit and Littlekit as they snickered up a storm. Only a glare from the leader shut them up. Both kits held their heads high. Sittingpaw’s mentor, Swiftbird - a tortoiseshell she-cat known for her speed and accuracy - her Warrior’s ceremony was one that was remembered by all that were there. She wasn’t quite ready to become an elder, but she was still young enough to keep up with the apprentices, and other warriors.Swiftbird wasn’t pleased with Sittingpaw, and it took a while for Longkit to get used to being called Sittingpaw. Grousepaw, and Littlepaw were apprenticed to Twigtail, and her mate Quailclaw. The two made quite a pair, but had not produced any kits, which made Twigtail bitter towards the nursery Queens, and jealous of any she-cat that had kits. It was due to this that she was never allowed near the nursery, and only allowed to train apprentices - She was Grousepaw’s mentor. Quailclaw on the other hand, was gentle, and kind. He treated his mate with the utmost respect, and often consoled her, Sittingpaw thought it a fitting trait for Littlepaw to pick up on.
Swiftbird was prompt in starting Sittingpaw on his training the next morning. He and his mentor were on early patrol, and he was alone with her, and a warrior named Ashfoot. He was shown the usual sights, borders and even where he would attend his first gathering! This excited him beyond words. Meeting cats from other clans. Swiftbird was quick to kill the excitement, though, “I do not think you will be attending...” She was a cold mentor, and Ashfoot tried to laugh it off, “Ha, eh, don’t mind her, she always says that.” But, Sittingpaw wasn’t so sure.
When his first Gathering came around, it seemed that Ashfoot was correct in not minding what Swiftbird had said. He was introduced to the other clans, but didn’t get as big a welcome as his siblings, who were already making friends in other clans. Sittingpaw had no friends to make, and sat with his mentor out of the sight of everyone who could possibly see. Is she really that disappointed in me? He wondered, as strange cats that came from other clans greeted Swiftbird with warm smiles, and gentle congratulations.
It was then that Sittingpaw made up his mind to be the best apprentice to Swiftbird, if she found displeasure then he would work over time to prove himself, and if she found he had done something well, he would do it better next time. His training proceeded, and he trained with his siblings, he trained hard, he trained well, but he never got a word of praise from his mentor, and he was afraid that he never would. He improved in speed, accuracy, and agility. Most of clan whispered that he would be the next Swiftbird.
But, tragedy was about to strike, that would cause the Apprentice to become hardened and difficult to speak to.
Warriorhood
“Then by the powers of Starclan I give you your warrior name.” There was hesitation as Sittingpaw waited for his name to be given. He stared at his leader, eyes wide and expecting. He was calm, and he was ready to accept the name that would be given to him. Swiftbird sat off to the side, silent. The whole clan seemed a bit nervous, but not Sittingpaw. “Sittingpaw, from this moment you will be known as Sittingowl. Starclan honors your skill, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Windclan.” Grousepaw glared at Sittingowl from the front, and Littlepaw cheered him on. Sittingowl sat his Vigil all night, paitent and one of the youngest apprentices to be named a warrior in a while, one moon ahead of time. He had trained hard, and learned everything that his mentor had taught him, including extra lessons, and more time earning his name than playing about like Littlepaw and Grousepaw.
It was Grousepaw’s sourness that would be his downfall. It wasn’t fair! He should have been there first, always the last, and never the first. He hated his elder brother, and plotted to make his Warrior life the worst it could possibly be. But, when he drug Littlepaw - who had grown into a mature, promising young she-cat - into one of his schemes, it would be his last.
Grousepaw crashed into camp, he was wounded and bleeding from a wound on his shoulder. “Badger! Badger near the camp.” He managed to say, “Littlepaw and Quailclaw are engaged in distracting it...” The leader had come from his den and called the deputy to make a patrol to drive the creature away from the camp, and away from the border as far as possible. Sittingowl was chosen to be part of the patrol, and Grousepaw lead the way to where Quailclaw and Littlepaw were attacking.
The patrol did manage to get the badger away from the camp, but not without cost. Grousepaw and Littlepaw were combining an attack that would end Grousepaw’s life as the jaws of the Badger -with one paw on the tom- snapped his neck. Littlepaw had been too close. Littlepaw stared at the body of her brother, traumatized and unable to speak. When they got her back to camp, she remained in this condition, and Sittingowl took it upon himself to look after his sister. She remains in this state today, and will only mumble the last words she and Grorsepaw exchanged before his death.
With the loss of his brother, and the uselessness of his sister, Sittingowl became distant, and when it came time for him to take on his first apprentice, Loudpaw, he trained the loudmouth as though there were nothing left in the world that mattered. He never found out the truth of what happened to Grousepaw, or what happened to cause it, but he didn’t care. Loudpaw became Loudtooth, and his second apprentice was Wrenpaw, whom he trained with the same amount of attention. He rarely visited his sister Littlepaw until the leader decided to give her, her warrior name. Littlepaw became Littlecloud of the Elder’s den, and the Elders looked after her, and made sure she ate.
Wrenpaw became Wrenheart, and Sittingowl attained another apprentice Brookpaw.
DeputySHIP
It was a surprise to everyone when the leader died, and the deputy took over. Well, not so much that it was a surprise, more like it took everyone by surprise. Surely there had been more lives left, but no one expected the leader to die so soon. The Medicine cat explained that he had lost quite a few lives to sickness over the leaf-bares he was alive for, and this leaf-bare had been brutal to him. Sittingowl paid his respects, and when the new leader of Windclan came back with all his nine lives, they appointed Ashfoot deputy.
Sittingowl, Brookpaw and Ashfoot were patroling the borders one morning when Ashfoot was bitten by a poisonous snake. Brookpaw rushed back to camp, and Sittingowl stayed with the deputy. But, by the time the apprentice came back with the medicine cat, Ashfoot had passed away, leaving only a loving message for his mate, Whitepelt, who was heavy with kits.
It was an irreguar time to go without a deputy. It was a moon before the leader came out and announced that Sittingowl, who had practically taken on the responsibilities anyways, would be the deputy. It is here that Sittingowl’s journey starts...
roleplay sample
It didn’t take long to get back to camp with Ashfoot’s body. The medicine cat had arrived too late, Ashfoot had died painfully. The memory stuck in Sittingowl’s mind, he had never seen such pain on anyone’s face except Littlecloud’s when she watched her brother die right before her eyes. Sittingowl remembered what Ashfoot had asked him to tell Whitepelt, “I love her… so much… tell her, Sittingowl, tell her for me! Promise!” Sittingowl had nodded, and promised that he would tell her.
“I hope he was not in much pain,” The medicine cat whispered to him. Sittingowl looked at the Medicine cat with sad eyes. “It was quick when it happened. He was not in much pain.” The Medicine cat nodded as they made their way into the camp. “I’ll get _______star.” Sittingowl nodded, and watched the medicine cat walk away.
A yowl came from the nursery and Whitepelt came from the nursery. She looked like she could pop at any moment, and was panting by the time she made it over to Ashfoot. “Oh, Ashfoot, Ashfoot!” She wailed. Twigtail glared from the Warrior’s den, “Ashfoot… Was it painful?” Whitepelt asked, looking at him with sad, blue eyes. “No.”
He answered gently. The She-Cat nodded, and Sittingowl shook his head. He turned his head towards the leader’s den, and watched _______star appear at the entrance before turning back into the den. Sittingowl’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. Why don’t they come out and set up? They had been close friends, but that’s no reason to ignore - well someone had to do something! Turning to the nearest warrior, Sittingowl gave instructions to alert the elders that they would be holding vigil for Ashfoot, and that at midnight they would take the body to be buried.
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“I hope he was not in much pain,” The medicine cat whispered to him. Sittingowl looked at the Medicine cat with sad eyes. “It was quick when it happened. He was not in much pain.” The Medicine cat nodded as they made their way into the camp. “I’ll get _______star.” Sittingowl nodded, and watched the medicine cat walk away.
A yowl came from the nursery and Whitepelt came from the nursery. She looked like she could pop at any moment, and was panting by the time she made it over to Ashfoot. “Oh, Ashfoot, Ashfoot!” She wailed. Twigtail glared from the Warrior’s den, “Ashfoot… Was it painful?” Whitepelt asked, looking at him with sad, blue eyes. “No.”
He answered gently. The She-Cat nodded, and Sittingowl shook his head. He turned his head towards the leader’s den, and watched _______star appear at the entrance before turning back into the den. Sittingowl’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. Why don’t they come out and set up? They had been close friends, but that’s no reason to ignore - well someone had to do something! Turning to the nearest warrior, Sittingowl gave instructions to alert the elders that they would be holding vigil for Ashfoot, and that at midnight they would take the body to be buried.
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