Post by budgie on Sept 30, 2020 19:29:45 GMT -6
Crowheart
redwoodclan
seal point tom with blue eyes
warrior
tom
40 moons
Appearance
STATURE
Skinny and small, Crowheart is not built like a typical Redwoodclan cat, so he tends to rely more on precision than force in battle. His legs are slightly longer than average.
Despite his physical differences from his clanmates, he still walks with his tail high and his shoulders up.
PELT
Sporting the classic seal point markings - dark fur on his face, legs, and tail - Crowheart starkly contrasted both his siblings. These dark brown markings inspired his mother to name him Crowkit, despite all the patches or white and tan in between.
There's a white patch of fur on his chest that almost resembles a ruffled Victorian blouse. The rest of his body is covered in different shades of cream and beige, aside from his dark brown legs, paws, tail, and face.
FACE
The entire front of his face is covered in dark fur, save for a few wisps of white fur above his nose. His blue eyes stick out on his face like two bright red yew berries in the snow.
Crowheart has a round face with tall, pointed ears. There's a small nick in his left ear, which he earned from one of the many border skirmishes with Lichenclan over the last several seasons. He thinks it makes him look very, very cool.
Skinny and small, Crowheart is not built like a typical Redwoodclan cat, so he tends to rely more on precision than force in battle. His legs are slightly longer than average.
Despite his physical differences from his clanmates, he still walks with his tail high and his shoulders up.
PELT
Sporting the classic seal point markings - dark fur on his face, legs, and tail - Crowheart starkly contrasted both his siblings. These dark brown markings inspired his mother to name him Crowkit, despite all the patches or white and tan in between.
There's a white patch of fur on his chest that almost resembles a ruffled Victorian blouse. The rest of his body is covered in different shades of cream and beige, aside from his dark brown legs, paws, tail, and face.
FACE
The entire front of his face is covered in dark fur, save for a few wisps of white fur above his nose. His blue eyes stick out on his face like two bright red yew berries in the snow.
Crowheart has a round face with tall, pointed ears. There's a small nick in his left ear, which he earned from one of the many border skirmishes with Lichenclan over the last several seasons. He thinks it makes him look very, very cool.
Personality
+ LOYAL
Crowheart would sooner die than watch his loved ones be hurt or his clan fall. Spurred by his father’s heroic death, Crowheart is a loyal cat who always gives 100%, especially in combat. He does not hold back or hesitate to strike down his clan’s enemies.
+ ORGANIZED & ORDERLY
While his heart may be all over the place, he is surprisingly organized otherwise. He compartmentalizes information easily, allowing him to recall the names and faces of cats from other clans that he hasn’t seen at gatherings in seasons.
His love of order contributes to his enjoyment of the more monotonous tasks around camp, like helping to sort herbs and pick the sharp bits out of the nursery bedding. The predictability of these tasks help to keep him calm, as he’s very thrown off by chaos and disorder. So much as a leaf out of place in his den can completely throw off his mood for the day, and he will not hesitate to report a warrior breaking the code.
When it comes to tasks outside of camp, like hunting and training, Crowheart would much rather plan things out than think on his paws. When things don’t go as planned, he has trouble getting back on track and lets his emotions get the best of him.
= SENSITIVE
True to his name, Crowheart is a cat who wears his heart on his sleeve. He does not hesitate to make his feelings known, whether that’s saying it outright or through (painfully obvious) passive aggressiveness. This makes it difficult for him to be deceptive, but he is willing to lie to protect the cats he loves.
On one paw, he can be the most wonderfully caring and selfless cat you ever met. But so much as look at him the wrong way, and he can turn on a dime. His mood can sway from overjoyed to depressed to enraged all in the same day.
He does have some self awareness of this, and as he’s gotten older he’s found a few coping mechanisms that work, like keeping his paws busy and creating backup plans for if things go wrong.
- SELF-CENTRIC
Crowheart is not vain, but he does struggle to see beyond his own little bubble. While he cares very deeply for his family, he has a very rigid “us vs them” mentality when it comes to outsiders.
While he is fiercely loyal to Finchstar and will protect his clan with his life, his paranoia can even extend to his own denmates. He still has trouble trusting his own brother, Loudstorm, after his foolishness almost killed their mother all those moons ago.
- UNFORGIVING
Going paw in paw with his very self-focused mindset, Crowheart has a hard time believing in things like “accidents” and “unintentional harm”. To him, every cat who has wronged him as probably done it on purpose.
Even if he decides to forgive, he’s not one to forget. He may be friendly towards a cat who has wronged him, but he will not trust them.
Crowheart would sooner die than watch his loved ones be hurt or his clan fall. Spurred by his father’s heroic death, Crowheart is a loyal cat who always gives 100%, especially in combat. He does not hold back or hesitate to strike down his clan’s enemies.
+ ORGANIZED & ORDERLY
While his heart may be all over the place, he is surprisingly organized otherwise. He compartmentalizes information easily, allowing him to recall the names and faces of cats from other clans that he hasn’t seen at gatherings in seasons.
His love of order contributes to his enjoyment of the more monotonous tasks around camp, like helping to sort herbs and pick the sharp bits out of the nursery bedding. The predictability of these tasks help to keep him calm, as he’s very thrown off by chaos and disorder. So much as a leaf out of place in his den can completely throw off his mood for the day, and he will not hesitate to report a warrior breaking the code.
When it comes to tasks outside of camp, like hunting and training, Crowheart would much rather plan things out than think on his paws. When things don’t go as planned, he has trouble getting back on track and lets his emotions get the best of him.
= SENSITIVE
True to his name, Crowheart is a cat who wears his heart on his sleeve. He does not hesitate to make his feelings known, whether that’s saying it outright or through (painfully obvious) passive aggressiveness. This makes it difficult for him to be deceptive, but he is willing to lie to protect the cats he loves.
On one paw, he can be the most wonderfully caring and selfless cat you ever met. But so much as look at him the wrong way, and he can turn on a dime. His mood can sway from overjoyed to depressed to enraged all in the same day.
He does have some self awareness of this, and as he’s gotten older he’s found a few coping mechanisms that work, like keeping his paws busy and creating backup plans for if things go wrong.
- SELF-CENTRIC
Crowheart is not vain, but he does struggle to see beyond his own little bubble. While he cares very deeply for his family, he has a very rigid “us vs them” mentality when it comes to outsiders.
While he is fiercely loyal to Finchstar and will protect his clan with his life, his paranoia can even extend to his own denmates. He still has trouble trusting his own brother, Loudstorm, after his foolishness almost killed their mother all those moons ago.
- UNFORGIVING
Going paw in paw with his very self-focused mindset, Crowheart has a hard time believing in things like “accidents” and “unintentional harm”. To him, every cat who has wronged him as probably done it on purpose.
Even if he decides to forgive, he’s not one to forget. He may be friendly towards a cat who has wronged him, but he will not trust them.
History
CROWKIT: The Lonely One & Only
While his brother Loudkit and sister Honeykit could be found playing loudly outside the nursery, Crowkit preferred to stay close to his mother and listen to stories about his father, Blacktail. Shortly after Crowkit and his siblings were born, Blacktail was killed in a battle with Lichenclan. Death should be the furthest thing from a kit’s mind, but Crowkit would often fantasize about heroically dying to protect his home and family the same way his father did.
Crowkit did not make friends easily. If you asked him about it, he’d tell you the other kits were bullies. But in reality, he was the bully more often than not, lashing out at a playmate who broke a rule in a made up game or crying or tattling on kits who strayed too far from the nursery.
For as long as he could remember, he felt his emotions more strongly than his denmates. After failing to make friends, there were days when Crowkit would do nothing but wallow in his loneliness until one of his siblings came by to try and cheer him up. Loudkit and Honeykit were always there for him, reinforcing his belief that nothing was more important than family.
Until the incident, of course.
CROWPAW: The Incident
With the love and support from his family, Crowpaw started to have an easier time making friends as an apprentice. The structure his apprenticeship gave him made him more confident, and he felt sure that he was on his way to making his mother and late father proud.
But while his friendships blossomed, his relationship with his siblings began to wither. Their new rank within the clan seemed to Loudpaw’s head. He was always trying to one-up them, and Crowpaw always insisted it wasn’t a contest. They all had the same goal, didn’t they? Was Loudpaw really the best of them, or just the loudest? Obviously the latter, it was his name for Starclan’s sake, right? Right?
But as time went on, Crowpaw only became more jealous and more frustrated with his brother. He tried ignoring him altogether, but when they trained together, that was nearly impossible. Fighting tests were the worst. Crowpaw couldn’t help that he was built like a twig, while Loudpaw had grown into a sturdy trunk of a cat. Loudpaw overpowered him and the other apprentices with ease, which wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t bragged about it so much.
At least his sister, Honeypaw, wasn’t like that. In fact, she was always the first to challenge their boasting brother. “It’s a pity your hunting skills have much to be desired, Loudpaw.”
Loudpaw became defensive. “So what?”
“So,” Crowpaw interjected, blood roaring in his bat-like ears. “if you really wanted to be the best, you’d be the best at hunting too. If you really wanted to be impressive at everything, why not go to Bear Stones and hunt a bear.”
The words flew out his mouth before he could think them through, but it didn’t matter. Loudpaw was mousebrained, but he surely wasn’t so mousebrained that he’d attempt to fight a bear.
Well, Crowpaw was wrong.
He still has nightmares about the day it happened. He, Honeypaw, and Loudpaw were about to start a hunting assessment, and his paws felt light. Loudpaw won’t have anything to brag about today.
Loudpaw split from the group to hunt on his own, but he didn’t come back with prey in his jaws. He came back with their mother, bloody and limp, across his back.
No. No, no, no, he couldn’t have...he couldn’t have really tried to fight a bear!
Horror gripped Crowpaw like a vice. “You...you idiot!” Was the first thing he blurted out. A couple of warriors had to pull him away from the medicine cat’s den, but he didn’t stop shouting. “You selfish piece of foxdung! I hate you, I hate you!” Soon he was sobbing too hard to speak.
The anger he felt toward his brother burned bright and fast, but concern for his mother soon took over. Every moment he wasn’t pulled away for training or other apprentice duties, he was sitting outside the medicine cat den, sitting vigil for Roseclaw. He thought that if he could get close and pray to his father in Starclan hard enough, she could be saved.
Roseclaw was saved, but not entirely - her injuries meant that she could no longer perform the duties of a warrior. Crowpaw's heart ached seeing his mother in the elder’s den long before she was ready, but he thanked Blacktail for keeping her alive, at the very least.
CROWHEART: I'm Not Angry Anymore (But Sometimes I Am)
Crowheart has been a warrior for many seasons now, but in that time his routine has not changed much.
His day starts with a visit to his mother, Roseclaw, in the elder’s den. He makes sure her bedding is fresh, there are no fleas or ticks in her fur, and that she slept well.
Once patrols are announced, he likes to find a quiet spot around camp to plan his day. The friendships he formed as an apprentice have mostly fizzled out. Roseclaw and his sister, now Honeysnap, are the only two cats in Redwoodclan he is close to.
It took a long time, but at the encouragement of Roseclaw, Crowheart is on speaking terms with Loudstorm. He has forgiven his brother, but he hasn’t forgotten the consequences of his selfish actions that day - he’s reminded of them every morning when he visits the elder’s den.
While his brother Loudkit and sister Honeykit could be found playing loudly outside the nursery, Crowkit preferred to stay close to his mother and listen to stories about his father, Blacktail. Shortly after Crowkit and his siblings were born, Blacktail was killed in a battle with Lichenclan. Death should be the furthest thing from a kit’s mind, but Crowkit would often fantasize about heroically dying to protect his home and family the same way his father did.
Crowkit did not make friends easily. If you asked him about it, he’d tell you the other kits were bullies. But in reality, he was the bully more often than not, lashing out at a playmate who broke a rule in a made up game or crying or tattling on kits who strayed too far from the nursery.
For as long as he could remember, he felt his emotions more strongly than his denmates. After failing to make friends, there were days when Crowkit would do nothing but wallow in his loneliness until one of his siblings came by to try and cheer him up. Loudkit and Honeykit were always there for him, reinforcing his belief that nothing was more important than family.
Until the incident, of course.
CROWPAW: The Incident
With the love and support from his family, Crowpaw started to have an easier time making friends as an apprentice. The structure his apprenticeship gave him made him more confident, and he felt sure that he was on his way to making his mother and late father proud.
But while his friendships blossomed, his relationship with his siblings began to wither. Their new rank within the clan seemed to Loudpaw’s head. He was always trying to one-up them, and Crowpaw always insisted it wasn’t a contest. They all had the same goal, didn’t they? Was Loudpaw really the best of them, or just the loudest? Obviously the latter, it was his name for Starclan’s sake, right? Right?
But as time went on, Crowpaw only became more jealous and more frustrated with his brother. He tried ignoring him altogether, but when they trained together, that was nearly impossible. Fighting tests were the worst. Crowpaw couldn’t help that he was built like a twig, while Loudpaw had grown into a sturdy trunk of a cat. Loudpaw overpowered him and the other apprentices with ease, which wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t bragged about it so much.
At least his sister, Honeypaw, wasn’t like that. In fact, she was always the first to challenge their boasting brother. “It’s a pity your hunting skills have much to be desired, Loudpaw.”
Loudpaw became defensive. “So what?”
“So,” Crowpaw interjected, blood roaring in his bat-like ears. “if you really wanted to be the best, you’d be the best at hunting too. If you really wanted to be impressive at everything, why not go to Bear Stones and hunt a bear.”
The words flew out his mouth before he could think them through, but it didn’t matter. Loudpaw was mousebrained, but he surely wasn’t so mousebrained that he’d attempt to fight a bear.
Well, Crowpaw was wrong.
He still has nightmares about the day it happened. He, Honeypaw, and Loudpaw were about to start a hunting assessment, and his paws felt light. Loudpaw won’t have anything to brag about today.
Loudpaw split from the group to hunt on his own, but he didn’t come back with prey in his jaws. He came back with their mother, bloody and limp, across his back.
No. No, no, no, he couldn’t have...he couldn’t have really tried to fight a bear!
Horror gripped Crowpaw like a vice. “You...you idiot!” Was the first thing he blurted out. A couple of warriors had to pull him away from the medicine cat’s den, but he didn’t stop shouting. “You selfish piece of foxdung! I hate you, I hate you!” Soon he was sobbing too hard to speak.
The anger he felt toward his brother burned bright and fast, but concern for his mother soon took over. Every moment he wasn’t pulled away for training or other apprentice duties, he was sitting outside the medicine cat den, sitting vigil for Roseclaw. He thought that if he could get close and pray to his father in Starclan hard enough, she could be saved.
Roseclaw was saved, but not entirely - her injuries meant that she could no longer perform the duties of a warrior. Crowpaw's heart ached seeing his mother in the elder’s den long before she was ready, but he thanked Blacktail for keeping her alive, at the very least.
CROWHEART: I'm Not Angry Anymore (But Sometimes I Am)
Crowheart has been a warrior for many seasons now, but in that time his routine has not changed much.
His day starts with a visit to his mother, Roseclaw, in the elder’s den. He makes sure her bedding is fresh, there are no fleas or ticks in her fur, and that she slept well.
Once patrols are announced, he likes to find a quiet spot around camp to plan his day. The friendships he formed as an apprentice have mostly fizzled out. Roseclaw and his sister, now Honeysnap, are the only two cats in Redwoodclan he is close to.
It took a long time, but at the encouragement of Roseclaw, Crowheart is on speaking terms with Loudstorm. He has forgiven his brother, but he hasn’t forgotten the consequences of his selfish actions that day - he’s reminded of them every morning when he visits the elder’s den.
