Post by Aria on Mar 30, 2021 13:25:04 GMT -6
Thunderfoot
Thistleclan
A large solid black tom with piercing yellow eyes
Warrior
Male
32 moons
Appearance
Thunderfoot stands ready for battle, exuding an aura of readiness. His physique is formidable, boasting broad shoulders, long, sinewy limbs, and a robust frame etched with the marks of his past skirmishes. Though still in his prime, Thunderfoot bears the signs of his youth in the form of a few scars, the most prominent being the notch in his right ear, lending him an air of seasoned experience beyond his years. His sleek, solid black pelt bears no tabby markings, a fact of which he takes great pride.
Despite his imposing appearance, Thunderfoot faces challenges, particularly during Leaf-bare when his short fur offers little protection from the biting cold. Yet, he carries with him the natural scents of the forest—hints of morning dew and pine—that serve as a testament to his deep connection with the wilderness.
In moments of expression, Thunderfoot often wears a scowl, though glimpses of a rare smile occasionally grace his face. His countenance is defined by a round, U-shaped face framed by large ears and adorned with a small, dark button nose. Long whiskers extend from his muzzle, framing vivid yellow eyes that hold a depth of experience and a fierce determination. On his right eye, a scar bears witness to a clash with Blazingstorm, a testament to Thunderfoot's courage and tenacity in the face of adversity.
Despite his imposing appearance, Thunderfoot faces challenges, particularly during Leaf-bare when his short fur offers little protection from the biting cold. Yet, he carries with him the natural scents of the forest—hints of morning dew and pine—that serve as a testament to his deep connection with the wilderness.
In moments of expression, Thunderfoot often wears a scowl, though glimpses of a rare smile occasionally grace his face. His countenance is defined by a round, U-shaped face framed by large ears and adorned with a small, dark button nose. Long whiskers extend from his muzzle, framing vivid yellow eyes that hold a depth of experience and a fierce determination. On his right eye, a scar bears witness to a clash with Blazingstorm, a testament to Thunderfoot's courage and tenacity in the face of adversity.
Personality
+Ambitious, Protective, Logical.
=Moralistic, Romantic, Sarcastic
-Self-critical, Fickle, Penitent
Thunderfoot driven by ambition and a fierce protectiveness towards those he cares about. His logical mind navigates challenges with rationality, seeking solutions that benefit not only himself but also his community. He holds steadfast to his moral principles, often guiding his actions by a strong sense of right and wrong.
Beneath his stoic exterior lies a romantic soul, finding beauty in the world around him and cherishing moments of connection with others. Yet, his romanticism is often tempered by a biting sarcasm, a sharp wit that he employs to navigate the complexities of life.
Despite his outward confidence, Thunderfoot is often self-critical, holding himself to high standards and grappling with moments of doubt. His emotions can be fickle at times, wavering between extremes as he navigates the challenges of his path. Yet, he is not one to shy away from admitting his faults and strives for penitence when he falls short of his own expectations.
=Moralistic, Romantic, Sarcastic
-Self-critical, Fickle, Penitent
Thunderfoot driven by ambition and a fierce protectiveness towards those he cares about. His logical mind navigates challenges with rationality, seeking solutions that benefit not only himself but also his community. He holds steadfast to his moral principles, often guiding his actions by a strong sense of right and wrong.
Beneath his stoic exterior lies a romantic soul, finding beauty in the world around him and cherishing moments of connection with others. Yet, his romanticism is often tempered by a biting sarcasm, a sharp wit that he employs to navigate the complexities of life.
Despite his outward confidence, Thunderfoot is often self-critical, holding himself to high standards and grappling with moments of doubt. His emotions can be fickle at times, wavering between extremes as he navigates the challenges of his path. Yet, he is not one to shy away from admitting his faults and strives for penitence when he falls short of his own expectations.
History
Family
Father: Jackdawstorm(Adoptable)
Mother: Lavenderscreech(Deceased)
Step-Mother: Juncofang (Adoptable)
Half-Siblings: Starlingpaw and Gracklepaw(@/owl and @/lightningtrail)
Siblings: Unnamed Three sisters(Dead)
Mate:Lightingstrike(Dead)
Kits: One unnamed daughter(Adoptable)
In the beginning Thunderkit was a happy and cheerful. Just the average head-strong youngster without a care in the world. Lavenderscreech was a kind-hearted she-cat and the mate of Jackdawstorm who was a strict well respected tom-cat. He had other siblings three sisters. Due to being birthed in the colder months, Thunderkit and his sisters were weak barely able to survive and that didn't sit well with their father. This would lead to a few heated arguments between his parents when they thought the kits weren't paying attention or were asleep but Thunderkit managed to overhear on some of their fights and and it never sat well with him.
Then the Thunderkit's life took a turn for the worst when sickness swept through the nursery. It took the lives of his sisters with it. He was the only survivor and it broke him. Lavenderscreech began to doted over him like her life depending on it while Jackdawstorm became absence. It was like his son didn't exist anymore. Thunderkit hated his father ever since and blamed him for ruling the family. With only he mother as his side, he grew more resentment and bitterness by the day and withdrew into himself.
When he finally reaching the age of six moons nothing mattered really to the tom anymore aside from his mom. Thunderpaw was cold and spiteful seeing his father as a weakling. Jackdawstorm still never spoke to him or knowledge him and Lavenderscreech to due a particularly nasty fallout with her mate couldn't take anymore. She choice to leave the clan. She didn't tell anyone just disappeared one night and never return. Her body was found a few days later having been slain by a fox.
Thunderpaw was crushed but continued on his life without her. To this day he hopes she watching over him from Starclan. Jackdawstorm didn't seem to care that much taking a new mate with in a moon. A childhood sweetheart of his one Jackdawstorm claimed to truly love as if that didn't already add fuel to fire but Thunderpaw did his best to forget about the tom's attics. Close the end of his apprenticeship, a she-cat by the name of Lightingpaw began to watch him from afar. Since she was the daughter of one of his Jackdawstorm's friends, Thunderpaw just brushed her off like dead-weight however she just followed him around always smiled and being kind to him despite the obvious resentment he had for her.
It was the start of a very weird relationship between them. It wasn't before long that Lightingpaw and Thunderpaw were friends. That was a huge milestone in his case. Through many more hardships and pains, they grew closer and so Lightingpaw was the only exception to his foul mood. She was a weakness he was okay with having.
Eventually they received their warrior names together and not long after they became mates. Thunderfoot felt happiness and relief once again free from his burdens for like the first time in ages. Rumors came around Jackdawstorm had a new litter of kits and thus Thunderfoot had half-siblings but it didn't matter to him. Jackdawstorm would out his life and good riddance.
Moons later, Thunderfoot and Lightingstrike would try for kits and eventually Lightingstrike became pregnant. It was going to be most wonderful time of his life but then it wasn't. His mate gave birth to a one healthy kit but died in her kitting. To say Thunderfoot was broken would be an understatement. He only had his daughter to remind him of his beloved who help him as this time. Much like his mother did to him, Thunderfoot began to doted over his little girl however there was problem-a fear.
Thunderfoot didn't wanted to repeat the past and he knew nothing about kits or parenting. Thunderfoot needed help so he went to someone more about kits than him. A she-cat by the name of Cinderfeather(Silverfire ) step up to the plate and help him out. The two grew close while raised his daughter together. Cinderfeather became someone he would dare to call a friend. Now that his daughter had been an apprenticed and working towards getting their warrior name. The old tom is happily watching over her from afar and tries to live his life as best he can.
Father: Jackdawstorm(Adoptable)
Mother: Lavenderscreech(Deceased)
Step-Mother: Juncofang (Adoptable)
Half-Siblings: Starlingpaw and Gracklepaw(@/owl and @/lightningtrail)
Siblings: Unnamed Three sisters(Dead)
Mate:
Kits: One unnamed daughter(Adoptable)
In the beginning Thunderkit was a happy and cheerful. Just the average head-strong youngster without a care in the world. Lavenderscreech was a kind-hearted she-cat and the mate of Jackdawstorm who was a strict well respected tom-cat. He had other siblings three sisters. Due to being birthed in the colder months, Thunderkit and his sisters were weak barely able to survive and that didn't sit well with their father. This would lead to a few heated arguments between his parents when they thought the kits weren't paying attention or were asleep but Thunderkit managed to overhear on some of their fights and and it never sat well with him.
Then the Thunderkit's life took a turn for the worst when sickness swept through the nursery. It took the lives of his sisters with it. He was the only survivor and it broke him. Lavenderscreech began to doted over him like her life depending on it while Jackdawstorm became absence. It was like his son didn't exist anymore. Thunderkit hated his father ever since and blamed him for ruling the family. With only he mother as his side, he grew more resentment and bitterness by the day and withdrew into himself.
When he finally reaching the age of six moons nothing mattered really to the tom anymore aside from his mom. Thunderpaw was cold and spiteful seeing his father as a weakling. Jackdawstorm still never spoke to him or knowledge him and Lavenderscreech to due a particularly nasty fallout with her mate couldn't take anymore. She choice to leave the clan. She didn't tell anyone just disappeared one night and never return. Her body was found a few days later having been slain by a fox.
Thunderpaw was crushed but continued on his life without her. To this day he hopes she watching over him from Starclan. Jackdawstorm didn't seem to care that much taking a new mate with in a moon. A childhood sweetheart of his one Jackdawstorm claimed to truly love as if that didn't already add fuel to fire but Thunderpaw did his best to forget about the tom's attics. Close the end of his apprenticeship, a she-cat by the name of Lightingpaw began to watch him from afar. Since she was the daughter of one of his Jackdawstorm's friends, Thunderpaw just brushed her off like dead-weight however she just followed him around always smiled and being kind to him despite the obvious resentment he had for her.
It was the start of a very weird relationship between them. It wasn't before long that Lightingpaw and Thunderpaw were friends. That was a huge milestone in his case. Through many more hardships and pains, they grew closer and so Lightingpaw was the only exception to his foul mood. She was a weakness he was okay with having.
Eventually they received their warrior names together and not long after they became mates. Thunderfoot felt happiness and relief once again free from his burdens for like the first time in ages. Rumors came around Jackdawstorm had a new litter of kits and thus Thunderfoot had half-siblings but it didn't matter to him. Jackdawstorm would out his life and good riddance.
Moons later, Thunderfoot and Lightingstrike would try for kits and eventually Lightingstrike became pregnant. It was going to be most wonderful time of his life but then it wasn't. His mate gave birth to a one healthy kit but died in her kitting. To say Thunderfoot was broken would be an understatement. He only had his daughter to remind him of his beloved who help him as this time. Much like his mother did to him, Thunderfoot began to doted over his little girl however there was problem-a fear.
Thunderfoot didn't wanted to repeat the past and he knew nothing about kits or parenting. Thunderfoot needed help so he went to someone more about kits than him. A she-cat by the name of Cinderfeather(Silverfire ) step up to the plate and help him out. The two grew close while raised his daughter together. Cinderfeather became someone he would dare to call a friend. Now that his daughter had been an apprenticed and working towards getting their warrior name. The old tom is happily watching over her from afar and tries to live his life as best he can.