Post by spottedfur on Jun 20, 2018 21:33:20 GMT
Pebblewhisker  “Troubles will come, and they will pass.” basics
nickname • N/A looks short description • A medium furred solid blue tom with amber eyes. personality
dreams • reunited with his mate. fears • predatory birds
history
Heritage - a colourpointed warrior of Moorclan had always dreaded the day she became a grown and responsible cat, for it meant that she would be expected to provide her clan with a new generation and she feared having any black kits. She loved kits very much and couldn’t bear the thought of losing any of her own, so in hopes of avoiding this she sought out a white-furred clanmate to father her young, but what she (and the clan) didn’t know was that his father had been an outsider; and a black tom. As dusk approached she gave birth to a white tom, a blue tom and a black molly. She wept the entire night, but with the support of the clan she was able to recover from her loss. Kittenhood - Pebblekit never knew he ever had a sister, and for a very long time he didn’t know who his father was either. He was an incredibly shy kit and was always easily influenced by his brother Snowkit. He was dragged around and spent a lot of time with other kits and young apprentices, though he rarely interacted with any of them; he was only with them because of his brother. The lanky blue kit prefered to watch the clan or listen to the elders’ stories. He was naturally observant and soon noticed for himself how similar his brother and another warrior looked... he never confirmed his suspicions on who their father was though. The relationship the two young kits had with their mother was a rather tense one, because even though she loved them dearly and watched out for them constantly, she was afraid of getting too attached to them... Clan life was hard and there was always the chance that she’d lose them. But in the end she wouldn’t let that happen, for there came a day, toward the end of her kits basic training, when a large bird dove into the camp. It had been spotted too late, and Snowkit and Pebblekit were playing in the open. Their mother shielded them with her own body and was suddenly torn away from them before anything could be done. Apprenticeship - Pebblepaw still remembered how he and his brother were whisked back into the nursery, while the clan screeched in horror... crying out to their clanmate as she was carried away. He had his apprentice ceremony with a heavy heart. Snowpaw would try to support him but lately he had taken to making all sorts of silly risks with his friends. Of course Pebblepaw was often dragged along with the other apprentices but as he grew he started to become his own tom. Under the careful teachings of his responsible mentor, he excelled in his training and began to distance himself from his brother who was becoming more and more careless in his antics. Then late at night he was woken up and convinced to follow his brother and another apprentice. They went to the river and started to go on about a plan to use it to train their bodies and get stronger. Pebblepaw tried to convince them not to go but Snowpaw had insisted, and he could only watch in helpless sorrow as his brother and denmate were swept away. He tried running after them but it was too dark and before his very eyes they simply disappeared. His mentor and clanmates found him in the morning, walking up and down the river banks... but their bodies were never found. It took a while for him to come around after the incident but in time Pebblepaw started to speak again, and even surprised his fellow apprentices with his occasional witty yet dry jokes. He picked up his training with even more spirit then ever and showed a great gift for hunting. Warrior Moons - It was no surprise to anyone what his warrior name would be. Pebblewhisker continued to provide his clan with good prey and proved to be an excellent guard as well. The tom had grown into a quiet warrior with a strange intensity to his demeanour, and due to being quite difficult to approach and open up to, he was hardly the first pick to be a mentor but this never really bothered him. After a while his eyes would often follow a young and beautiful warrior known as Thriftflight, until he finally worked up the nerve to get close to her and ask if she’d like to be his mate. Only two moons had went by, until he soon found himself waiting up all night to hear about his mates kitting. Dawn wasn’t far off when he was told about the two kits he had fathered: a cinnamon tom, and a black molly. He had insisted on going out into the territories and stay with his daughter as her strength slowly faded and she became still. When he returned to the clan he could not be stopped from seeing his mate and he spent several nights in the nursery with her. As the moons went by he struggled to even speak to his son, much less bond with him. He never really had a father and wasn’t sure what to do with Eggarkit, and it didn’t help that he spent a good deal of his time trying to sooth his heartbroken mate. Thankfully, Thriftflight seemed to return to her old self again, right around the time when their kit was given his apprentice name and mentor. A couple moons went by and she was expecting another litter of kits. Pebblewhisker thought all was well until he found his mates nest empty. He spent days looking for her and would always try and join patrols so he could keep an eye out for her, but he never saw her again. (He had no idea that his mate had given birth to four kits, one of which did not survive.) When Moorclan dispatched their spies he had asked if any of them could look out for his mate, but no promises had been made. Not long after Eggarcloud had been made a warrior did his best friend gave birth to their kits. Pebblewhisker had just as hard of a time getting close to his grand-kits as he did with his son, and was only ever able to provide the kits with an occasional quiet and distant sitter. (He didn’t know that at this time a sickness had fell on his second litter of kits, which would soon take the life of one of them.) One of Moorclan’s spies had been discovered and executed by Pineclan, but fortunately a truce had been made before aggression had turned to an all out war. A moon later and he found himself watching his grand-kits getting paired with their mentors to begin their apprenticeship training. (Outside the clan, his estranged family met some trouble and their fates are unknown.) One fateful day, Pebblewhisker came back from hunting to see a strange she-cat being granted a probationary stay within the clan... Something about her reminded him of his lost mate but he couldn’t place it and he didn’t dare pry further- too afraid of what he might learn. It was around this time when his grand-kits had become proper warriors and received their new names: Argusfoot and Chanterellepelt. Moons later and the senior warrior was surprised to find an apprentice approach him, requesting for help in the hunting portion of his training; secretly impressed by Shadepaw’s boldness and humility, he accepted. Pebblewhisker did not hold back in training Shadepaw and demanded quite a lot from him, but he was not disappointed to see the young tom rise up to the challenge until he was eventually acknowledged as a warrior skilled both in fighting and in hunting.genes
role player ooc name • Spotted experience • on and off for ten years characters • Avensfur, Mottlepaw, Cranepelt, and Hedgehogface. |