Post by charmingclocks on Apr 5, 2018 22:17:05 GMT
Hawthornflower  The Basics Name • Hawthornkit, Hawthornpaw, Hawthornflower Nickname • Sweetie, Da or Papa (by some of the kittens he cares for) Age • 73 Moons (A little over six years) Gender • Trans Male (dfab) Sexuality • Pansexual Rank • Head Nurse The Looks Short Description • Fluffy ginger tom with a white chest, no tail, and green eyes. Body Type • Substantial Overall Looks • Hawthornflower is a large, fluffy ginger tom with barely visible mackeral tabby stripes and a splash of white on his chest. He has a barely-noticable nub for a tail. His eyes are bright green and full of joy; he always looks as though he's in a good mood. If he has any scars, they aren't visible beneath his thick fluff. While one might presume a full-time nurse to be inexperienced in battle, Hawthornflower is careful to maintain his physique; he would fight to the death to protect the kits in his care, and would never forgive himself if laziness meant he wasn't strong enough to keep them safe. The Personality Likes (four plus) - Kits! - Playing games - Teaching - Cuddling Dislikes (four plus) - Stinging insects - Hot weather - Impatient cats - Being spoken down to Strengths (two plus) - Caretaking - Solving disputes Weaknesses (two plus) - Easily offended - Naive Dreams (one plus) - To find love. Fears (one plus) - That harm will come to those kits who he has cared for. Overall Personality • Hawthornflower is an absolute lovebug. He has difficulties with personal space, and basically just wants to cuddle everyone. (Of course, he won't touch someone if they ask him not to) He has a special soft spot for kittens, and can often be seen with several little faces or tails poking out of his fluff. Even after kits graduate the nursery and become apprentices, Hawthornflower will check in on them near daily to see how they're progressing and offer any help he can. He is ferociously protective of the cats under his care and would sacrafice himself without question to keep them safe. He is terrified that one day he will not be enough to keep the kits of Firthclan safe. The History Mother • Plumfur, 120 moons, senior warrior Mother (2) Pearflower, deceased, previous head nurse father • Unknown Siblings • Applecloud - brother - 73 moons - warrior Rowanheart - brother - 73 moons - warrior other important people • Limpetpelt - mentor - deceased Asterfoot - ex mate - 75 moons - warrior Orchidkit - daughter - 3 moons - kit - dilute tabico with a half tail Rosekit - son - 3 moons - kit - red classic tabby, no tail Poppykit - son - 3 moons - kit - cream mackeral tabby, tail nub Overall history • 0-6 Moons Hawthornkit was born to Plumfur at the same time as his brother, Applekit and Rowankit, were born to her mate Pearflower. Though the two she-cats won't reveal who the biological father is, they are certain he fathered both litters. Pearflower was always with the kits, both her own sons and those of the other queens, while Plumfur would take breaks to hunt or patrol. Both mothers were gentle and full of positivity, encouraging their boys to explore and ask questions. Hawthornkit was close with his brothers, and the three of them, though a little rough with each other as all kits are, were very loving. They all looked up to their mothers immensely; Plumfur's skill as a warrior, feeding and protecting the clan, and Pearflower's role caring for and teaching kits were both revered by their sons. Of course, they all had their own interests; Applekit and Rowankit soon started following after Firthclan's warriors, while Hawthornkit stayed close to Pearflower, helping her keep an eye on the younger kits. 6-12 Moons Hawthornpaw was apprenticed to Limpetpelt, a senior warrior of Firthclan. Limpetpelt wasn't particularly skilled in any one area, but he was a well-rounded warrior who taught Hawthornpaw what he needed to know, as well as making time for him to spend with the nurses. He trained with his brothers often, and they brought him and his charges prey on the occassions that he helped watch the clans kits. Overall his apprenticeship went smoothly. 12-52 Moons Hawthornpaw became Hawthornflower, and he couldn't have been more proud. His mothers cheered loudest of all at he and his brother's ceremony, and the three new warriors were bombarded with licks and snuggles from their proud mommas. Hawthornflower was also swarmed by kittens, the current residents of the nursery scrambling around underpaw and mewing congratulations. He was elated. Moons passed and Hawthornflower continued to learn all he could from Pearflower and the other nurses; he assissted with kittings, learned the ins and outs of caring for newborns, and generally built on the knowledge he had gained as an apprentice. Of course, no warrior's life passes without grief. Hawthornflower and his brothers escorted Pearflower and a gaggle of kits down to the water, ready for their first swimming lessons. Things were going smoothly, the little ones splashing around with delighted squeaks and squeals, until the sour tang of fox washes over them. Three young foxes crept up the banks of the firth and out of the trees, eyes fixed on the vulnerable cats. Four warriors might be enough to fend off a fox or two, but three, and with kits to keep an eye on, Hawthornflower didn't like their chances. Pearflower quickly directed them into a circle, the kittens in the center, and the four warriors facing outwards towards the enemy. They met snapping jaws with needle-sharp claw swipes, and held their ground for a while, but the foxes were unrelenting. Rowanheart misjudged the distance and left an opening, and a fox snapped its jaws around his hind leg, dragging him away from his defensive position. "Don't break position," Pearflower hissed, her voice anguished. "Protect the kits first." Rowanheart broke free and tried to drive his attacker back, his injured leg dragging behind him. At last the fox slithered back into the trees, leaving the four warriors only two more to deal with. They turned to the others and advanced on them, driving them away from the kittens steadily. The kits cheered, their terrifying ordeal suddenly exciting. A frightened squeal drew their attention only heartbeats later; the third fox had only been hiding, waiting for an opportunnity. It had snatched up a kit. Pearflower didn't hesitate. She hurled herself at the fox, sinking her teeth into its ankle and holding on until it let the child go. The fox dropped the kit, and its jaws closed around Pearflower's neck. "Get..them home," the nurse gurgled, paws scrabbling at the fox's muzzle. The danger was not past, and Hawthornflower had to follow his mother's instructions, despite everything in him screaming at him to help her. He and his brothers grabbed the kits as the foxes descended on their mother. Hawthornflower took her place as head nurse, using his grief to fuel him. He could only hope that, faced with the same circumstances, he would have the same courage as his mother. 52-70 In the aftermath of their mother's death, the brothers became closer than ever, both with each other and with Plumfur. Applecloud spent more time helping Hawthornflower, especially while he was adjusting to his new responsibilities, and they made sure to always share at least one meal every day. With the support of his brothers and mother, and the kits to distract him, Hawthornflower was able to cope with the grief of losing Pearflower. Her memory is still a little bittersweet, but he loves to tell her heroic tale to the older kittens. In more recent moons, Hawthornflower became involved with a tom named Asterfoot. Charming and gentle, he easily won Hawthornflower's affections, but the relationship would sour quickly. Asterfoot was a smooth talker, but he had no intention of committing to one mate. When Hawthornflower announced he was expecting their kits, Asterfoot was quick to cut ties. 70 - Present Despite the sting of rejection, Hawthornflower was excited to have a litter of his own. He sired two toms and a she-kit, whom he named after flowers. His only daughter, a beautiful dilute calico, he named Orchidkit, and his ginger and cream sons he called Poppykit and Rosekit. They're beginning to talk and toddle around on unsteady legs now, and Hawthornflower is immensely proud of them. The Genes basic appearance • Long fur - ginger - mackeral tabby - low white spotting - manx tail dominant genes• ginger - mackeral tabby recessive genes • long fur the role player ooc name • Rory, Charms, or Sol, whatever you prefer experience • 8+ years other characters • Shadefang |
