Post by Caracal on Sept 19, 2019 7:47:19 GMT -6
Wildstrike
ThistleCLan
tall splotched black and white tom with green eyes
Warrior
tom/male
Twenty-six moons
Appearance
Simply put, a tall alabaster tomcat with charcoal splotches decorating his physique. Some might find the sire to be quite alluring in physical appearance, having a neatly splattered countenance, followed by beauteous green oculars. The lengthy, lean tomcat has rather long whiskers extending from his embouchment, a slight overbite occurring as well. When face-to-face, one could either be attracted to or intimidated by the ThistleClan warrior, due to his charm or bitter glare, depending on first impressions. The innocence within his visage may be concerning, as his persona fits a completely different feline. There's never a way to determine the tom's personality or movements without him making them known.
Wildstrike's appendages that carry his embodiment along are lengthy and lean, followed by his abnormally behemoth foundations (paws). As described, his hooked talons barely sheath into his paws, considering their sharpness and length. The scrutiny of his claws might petrify anyone young, such as a kit or apprentice, maybe a feline with merely enough experience. Unfortunately, for those against him, will not have an easy time against this ThistleClan warrior, taking pride in his battle skills. Wildstrike's tail doesn't have any white upon it, covered in black just as the splotches amongst him. Wildstrike is a battle-scarred warrior, three malicious marks upon his right hind leg.
Wildstrike's appendages that carry his embodiment along are lengthy and lean, followed by his abnormally behemoth foundations (paws). As described, his hooked talons barely sheath into his paws, considering their sharpness and length. The scrutiny of his claws might petrify anyone young, such as a kit or apprentice, maybe a feline with merely enough experience. Unfortunately, for those against him, will not have an easy time against this ThistleClan warrior, taking pride in his battle skills. Wildstrike's tail doesn't have any white upon it, covered in black just as the splotches amongst him. Wildstrike is a battle-scarred warrior, three malicious marks upon his right hind leg.
Personality
Wildstrike in one word, is bittersweet.
Wildstrike is ambitious; like most cats, from the moment he was kitted he wanted his name to be remembered as Wildstrike the warrior who died in battle, Wildstar the powerful leader of ThistleClan, Wildstrike the fearless ThistleClan deputy, even though the clan was just created, that's what it would've been, you name it, he wanted it. His ambition is his main drive and will push him forward in his training in leaps and bounds as he tries to become the best of the best. His ambition is not the kind in which he would lie and cheat to achieve what he wants, he may be dishonest but he's no rat that will betray and lurk in the shadows waiting to attack. Wildstrike intends to earn his power, to earn the respect of others. although his ambition is more of a positive trait in the tabby cat, it brings out his competitive side that tells him he must win to be worthy; when in reality he can't always win. he's a sore loser and tends to lose his way for a short time after a big loss, for example; failure in battle as an apprentice will bring him great disappointment and anger in himself - most definitely a negative effect on the tom cat.
This handsome tom is of course, the most flirtatious cat you'll ever meet. he's the kind to drop another's suffix and speak in smooth, dulcet tones in his attempt to serenade every cat he meets; male or female, anything that moves. his flirtatious nature ties in with the idea of having a family, something Wildstrike longs for. although he shows bisexual tendencies, he wants to meet a she-cat who will take his heart and mind as her own and build a family with her; but fate may have a different idea in store for the handsome cat. Wildstrike wants a family - yes, but that doesn't mean he'll be good at it. Wildstrike is irresponsible and illogical, this does not meld well with fatherhood, he'll be awkward, messy and over all a tall kit looking after more kits.
Wildstrike isn't all positive and love, this cat is dishonest. lying is almost a second nature for Wildstrike, and he's convincing too. you would wondering how one could manage to create a web of lies to live in and still manage to maintain the belief, somehow Wildstrike manages it; it's difficult to catch him in his web, but if you look closely you'll find his errors. this seems to tie in with his inability to trust others, or to be trusted by others. he loves meeting new cats, to flirt with the confidence of the best cat in the forest but it takes many moons of friendship to earn his trust and honesty; he's only trusted by his clan for his loyalty but his word can not be trusted at all times which is unhelpful when he is the lone witness to an event that needs to be retold.
He is loyal, courageous and extroverted; these traits give him his cocky attitude that he earned through many moons of training. he know his skills, he knows where he belongs and he knows how to control a crowds focus. he is in his element during a gathering where he can boast about his skills and flirt with the cats of other clans and charm the high ranks that past by him with looks of displeasure at his bold tongue. his courage and loyalty to ThistleClan allow him to happily leave the clan with the idea of 'if i risk my life for another warrior, or for my clan, i'll die happy.'. he wants nothing more from his clan than to serve and protect with all of skills he worked so hard to hone.
Wildstrike is a bit blind, or perhaps dense or unobservant in one way. Love. If another is dissatisfied with him they have to approach him and directly. He's oblivious to another's love, if a cat has found them falling for Wildstrike, he won't notice; it's nothing personal, he's just an oblivious fur-ball who's too busy looking at his on reflection before showing empathy to the sad or giving attention to those who want it from him. Though, lastly, he is calculating, giving him his bitter part of his persona, often being found cold-hearted and brutal, especially over one's higher authority. This mainly occurs towards family members who have more authority than he does. He's respectful to anyone else, nonetheless.
Wildstrike is ambitious; like most cats, from the moment he was kitted he wanted his name to be remembered as Wildstrike the warrior who died in battle, Wildstar the powerful leader of ThistleClan, Wildstrike the fearless ThistleClan deputy, even though the clan was just created, that's what it would've been, you name it, he wanted it. His ambition is his main drive and will push him forward in his training in leaps and bounds as he tries to become the best of the best. His ambition is not the kind in which he would lie and cheat to achieve what he wants, he may be dishonest but he's no rat that will betray and lurk in the shadows waiting to attack. Wildstrike intends to earn his power, to earn the respect of others. although his ambition is more of a positive trait in the tabby cat, it brings out his competitive side that tells him he must win to be worthy; when in reality he can't always win. he's a sore loser and tends to lose his way for a short time after a big loss, for example; failure in battle as an apprentice will bring him great disappointment and anger in himself - most definitely a negative effect on the tom cat.
This handsome tom is of course, the most flirtatious cat you'll ever meet. he's the kind to drop another's suffix and speak in smooth, dulcet tones in his attempt to serenade every cat he meets; male or female, anything that moves. his flirtatious nature ties in with the idea of having a family, something Wildstrike longs for. although he shows bisexual tendencies, he wants to meet a she-cat who will take his heart and mind as her own and build a family with her; but fate may have a different idea in store for the handsome cat. Wildstrike wants a family - yes, but that doesn't mean he'll be good at it. Wildstrike is irresponsible and illogical, this does not meld well with fatherhood, he'll be awkward, messy and over all a tall kit looking after more kits.
Wildstrike isn't all positive and love, this cat is dishonest. lying is almost a second nature for Wildstrike, and he's convincing too. you would wondering how one could manage to create a web of lies to live in and still manage to maintain the belief, somehow Wildstrike manages it; it's difficult to catch him in his web, but if you look closely you'll find his errors. this seems to tie in with his inability to trust others, or to be trusted by others. he loves meeting new cats, to flirt with the confidence of the best cat in the forest but it takes many moons of friendship to earn his trust and honesty; he's only trusted by his clan for his loyalty but his word can not be trusted at all times which is unhelpful when he is the lone witness to an event that needs to be retold.
He is loyal, courageous and extroverted; these traits give him his cocky attitude that he earned through many moons of training. he know his skills, he knows where he belongs and he knows how to control a crowds focus. he is in his element during a gathering where he can boast about his skills and flirt with the cats of other clans and charm the high ranks that past by him with looks of displeasure at his bold tongue. his courage and loyalty to ThistleClan allow him to happily leave the clan with the idea of 'if i risk my life for another warrior, or for my clan, i'll die happy.'. he wants nothing more from his clan than to serve and protect with all of skills he worked so hard to hone.
Wildstrike is a bit blind, or perhaps dense or unobservant in one way. Love. If another is dissatisfied with him they have to approach him and directly. He's oblivious to another's love, if a cat has found them falling for Wildstrike, he won't notice; it's nothing personal, he's just an oblivious fur-ball who's too busy looking at his on reflection before showing empathy to the sad or giving attention to those who want it from him. Though, lastly, he is calculating, giving him his bitter part of his persona, often being found cold-hearted and brutal, especially over one's higher authority. This mainly occurs towards family members who have more authority than he does. He's respectful to anyone else, nonetheless.
History
Born to a litter of three, the small white bundle of fur who came last also ended up being the runt of the litter. He was and still is the smallest of his siblings. His mother named him Wildkit for the color of his pelt as well as his size. Small, white flowers fit him wonderfully, even if Hemlock itself could kill a cat. As the smallest of the litter, he was also the weakest. Early on, his health was almost always at a decline, and he would often get sick from a change in the weather or from something the other cats carried in on their pelts. Had it not been for the previous medicine cat's perseverance, he might not have made it past his kittenhood. He spent more time in the medicine cat den than in the nursery once he was no longer supposed to remain at his mother's side.
When it came time for his littermates to become apprentices, he was held back for a moon to recover from a head cold. It was decided that he would become the medicine cat's apprentice rather than that of a warrior's. It was more in worry that he might never make it past the physical training required to become a warrior, and he appeared more at ease in the medicine cat's den than around larger groups of cats. Once he was well enough, he received the name Wildpaw, and he began his training. It became clear that his health was gradually improving over the course of the next couple of moons, and he was just as healthy as the next cat by the time he reached his twelfth moon. He grew a little larger, too, though it was not much of an improvement.
His first trial as a medicine cat apprentice came in the form of his father. While he was out on a patrol, Viperstrike and the two cats he was with encountered a lone fox. The encounter itself was short lived, and they managed to chase the creature off. However, this did not come without casualties. Viperstrike had to be rushed back to the medicine cat den, his fur matted with blood from several large gashes and bite marks along his neck and back. He had taken the bulk of the attacks to let the other warriors deal as much damage as they could to the fox, and it showed. Wildpaw was frantic in his attempts to stop his father's bleeding while the medicine cat prepared herbs to press against his wounds to stop infection, yet they were too late. Not even their efforts could help him as the life in his eyes faded on the den floor.
Wildpaw was distraught. He believed he had failed as a medicine cat's apprentice. He could not even save his own father, so how was he expected to help the clan? Over the course of the next two moons, his mentor tried their hardest to pull the small apprentice out of mourning. It was after a lengthy lecture about Starclan that Wildpaw finally snapped out of it, or so it seemed. He returned to his old self, acting as though he had finally come to terms with his father's death to move on. But, he had not. As time went on, Wildpaw became Wildstrike, as he grew somewhat bitter. Because his failure as a medicine cat apprentice, he asked to become a warrior. So he had done so.
The training sessions had shifted, his failure as a Medicine Cat Apprentice disappointing the feline. However, he was determined for success, even if it would take more time than other warrior apprentices. Now, he had just begun late. He was always weary of what was next to occur, despite his struggles at first, the tomcat would astonish those amidst him. He had turned out to be an excellent and brilliant warrior, his best skills being climbing, fighting, and his agility. The rest is sort of history to begin.
When it came time for his littermates to become apprentices, he was held back for a moon to recover from a head cold. It was decided that he would become the medicine cat's apprentice rather than that of a warrior's. It was more in worry that he might never make it past the physical training required to become a warrior, and he appeared more at ease in the medicine cat's den than around larger groups of cats. Once he was well enough, he received the name Wildpaw, and he began his training. It became clear that his health was gradually improving over the course of the next couple of moons, and he was just as healthy as the next cat by the time he reached his twelfth moon. He grew a little larger, too, though it was not much of an improvement.
His first trial as a medicine cat apprentice came in the form of his father. While he was out on a patrol, Viperstrike and the two cats he was with encountered a lone fox. The encounter itself was short lived, and they managed to chase the creature off. However, this did not come without casualties. Viperstrike had to be rushed back to the medicine cat den, his fur matted with blood from several large gashes and bite marks along his neck and back. He had taken the bulk of the attacks to let the other warriors deal as much damage as they could to the fox, and it showed. Wildpaw was frantic in his attempts to stop his father's bleeding while the medicine cat prepared herbs to press against his wounds to stop infection, yet they were too late. Not even their efforts could help him as the life in his eyes faded on the den floor.
Wildpaw was distraught. He believed he had failed as a medicine cat's apprentice. He could not even save his own father, so how was he expected to help the clan? Over the course of the next two moons, his mentor tried their hardest to pull the small apprentice out of mourning. It was after a lengthy lecture about Starclan that Wildpaw finally snapped out of it, or so it seemed. He returned to his old self, acting as though he had finally come to terms with his father's death to move on. But, he had not. As time went on, Wildpaw became Wildstrike, as he grew somewhat bitter. Because his failure as a medicine cat apprentice, he asked to become a warrior. So he had done so.
The training sessions had shifted, his failure as a Medicine Cat Apprentice disappointing the feline. However, he was determined for success, even if it would take more time than other warrior apprentices. Now, he had just begun late. He was always weary of what was next to occur, despite his struggles at first, the tomcat would astonish those amidst him. He had turned out to be an excellent and brilliant warrior, his best skills being climbing, fighting, and his agility. The rest is sort of history to begin.