Post by Jas on Sept 20, 2019 16:06:51 GMT -6
Peeperpaw
lichenclan
fluffy brown tabby tom with yellow eyes
apprentice
boy
six moons
Appearance
TWO HUNDRED WORD MINIMUM
Personality
TWO HUNDRED WORD MINIMUM
History
Pheasantclaw and Cranestream had a patient kind of love -- the kind that came with pawfuls of commitment and time. Pheasantclaw enjoyed working herself half to death, and kept her paws full from dawn to dusk; Cranestream was diligent, but in the absence of work to do he’d be the first to take a nap. Despite the different lifestyles they led, it was to each other’s side they’d return to as soon as the moon peeked over the clouds; and in their nest the lovebirds would chatter until the night was no longer young.
Becoming pregnant and having kits was the last thing on Pheasantclaw’s mind, and she was not thrilled when Cinderface broke the news. She would’ve hunted and patrolled until the very day she went into labor - but her weakened immune system thought otherwise. Not even a moon into her pregnancy, she fell ill with a cough that circled ‘round camp. It was only at Cranestream’s insistence that she even gave resting a second thought, and only with a lashing tail that she accepted her fate.
Along with the end of her confinement came three little scraps of joy. Pheasantclaw and Cranestream had long since decided on a plethora of names to match any situation. She named the little she-kit Molekit. The brown tabby tom was named Peeperkit. And the ginger tabby she named (name)kit. They were a joyful family, and it would be rare to see one without the other four. Still, Pheasantclaw could only handle so much boredom, and after about a moon Cranestream would sit in as nursery-tom for her while she ran off with her sister on one patrol or another.
Unfortunately, her compromised immune system made her more susceptible to disease, and when she came back to camp she’d bring back coughs or other sicknesses back to her kits. These illnesses weren’t risky for her, and Molekit and Peeperkit tended to recover quickly. Until the illness was risky, and Molekit and Peeperkit fell seriously ill. In early Newleaf, Pheasantclaw became patient zero for the year’s first round of whitecough - and had passed it on to two of her kits before anyone caught wind of it. Pheasantclaw, ridiculous and proud as ever, took much bribing and prodding before she finally retired to Cinderface’s den.
By then, Molekit’s whitecough had already turned to greencough. She was the first to pass on to StarClan, and Pheasantclaw shortly after. Peeperkit took herbs better than most kits, and his condition took a good moon and a half to stabilize. By the time he had returned from the brink of death, his peers eyed him with suspicion; he didn’t have very good social skills, and he stuck to his brother’s side like he was the only thing that mattered. Even as he grew older, the two brothers were thick as thieves; his brother would often be the first to test out new things, with Peeperkit using him to reassure and steel himself.
At this point in time, Peeperkit has just barely become Peeperpaw, with his brother also being assigned a new mentor. He is trying to steel himself for training sessions without his brother, and wants to make friends with his mentor -- but is terribly frightened about leaving his brother’s side.
Becoming pregnant and having kits was the last thing on Pheasantclaw’s mind, and she was not thrilled when Cinderface broke the news. She would’ve hunted and patrolled until the very day she went into labor - but her weakened immune system thought otherwise. Not even a moon into her pregnancy, she fell ill with a cough that circled ‘round camp. It was only at Cranestream’s insistence that she even gave resting a second thought, and only with a lashing tail that she accepted her fate.
Along with the end of her confinement came three little scraps of joy. Pheasantclaw and Cranestream had long since decided on a plethora of names to match any situation. She named the little she-kit Molekit. The brown tabby tom was named Peeperkit. And the ginger tabby she named (name)kit. They were a joyful family, and it would be rare to see one without the other four. Still, Pheasantclaw could only handle so much boredom, and after about a moon Cranestream would sit in as nursery-tom for her while she ran off with her sister on one patrol or another.
Unfortunately, her compromised immune system made her more susceptible to disease, and when she came back to camp she’d bring back coughs or other sicknesses back to her kits. These illnesses weren’t risky for her, and Molekit and Peeperkit tended to recover quickly. Until the illness was risky, and Molekit and Peeperkit fell seriously ill. In early Newleaf, Pheasantclaw became patient zero for the year’s first round of whitecough - and had passed it on to two of her kits before anyone caught wind of it. Pheasantclaw, ridiculous and proud as ever, took much bribing and prodding before she finally retired to Cinderface’s den.
By then, Molekit’s whitecough had already turned to greencough. She was the first to pass on to StarClan, and Pheasantclaw shortly after. Peeperkit took herbs better than most kits, and his condition took a good moon and a half to stabilize. By the time he had returned from the brink of death, his peers eyed him with suspicion; he didn’t have very good social skills, and he stuck to his brother’s side like he was the only thing that mattered. Even as he grew older, the two brothers were thick as thieves; his brother would often be the first to test out new things, with Peeperkit using him to reassure and steel himself.
At this point in time, Peeperkit has just barely become Peeperpaw, with his brother also being assigned a new mentor. He is trying to steel himself for training sessions without his brother, and wants to make friends with his mentor -- but is terribly frightened about leaving his brother’s side.