Antlerstrike | Male | Redwoodclan
Sept 19, 2022 18:52:48 GMT -6
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Antlerstrike
Redwoodclan
Large amber tabby tom with green eyes
warrior
male
56 moons
Appearance - the ember burns and turns to ash
Antlerstrike has always been a rather large and imposing creature, his height and weight pushing against the tallest and heaviest of Redwoodclan. As a kit; he was round and chunky, making it only too easy to push other kits over during play. The baby fat did not quite leave his features until he pressed it into hard muscle during his late apprentice moons. From then it was a continual climb to the chiseled muscular tom that he is today. Everything about Antlerstrike screams large, from the wide set in his shoulders and hips to the gargantuan paws he throws about carelessly. Powerful back legs make jumping and climbing easy tasks though he prefers to use them for fighting above all else.
Along with his long limbs, Antlerstrike's pelt holds long, thick fur that coats every inch of his frame. His large, imposing body is intensified by the length of his fur as it swirls around him in thick clumps. There is often twigs, brambles, or dirt tangled in the matts of his pelt though Antlerstrike does not find much thrill in wasting his time clearing the debris; not when he could convince someone else to do it for him. The majority of his fur is colored a deep, rich amber though it lightens around his extremities and face. Partnered with his mackerel tabby coating is a brilliant white that descends from the base of his nose down his chin, across his neck, and finally ends along his stomach. Another patch of white snakes across the bottom part of his tail and ends in the puff at the end of the extremity.
Thanks to the long fur gracing his features, Antlerstrike's face appears rather pointed and angular. His cheeks are exaggerated by the triangular tuffs of fur growing along his jowls and are framed widely but his long, white whiskers. Pointed teeth protrude from his upper lip, the tips of his pearly whites pressing ever so slightly at the edge of his bottom lip. His muzzle is wide and square, his bite a nasty thing to be on the receiving end of. Short rounded ears sit atop his crown with curling tufts of fur blooming out of their depths. Antlerstrike's brilliant green eyes usually shine with expressive vibrancy, his mood easy to read and understand by even the most ignorant of cats.
Along with his long limbs, Antlerstrike's pelt holds long, thick fur that coats every inch of his frame. His large, imposing body is intensified by the length of his fur as it swirls around him in thick clumps. There is often twigs, brambles, or dirt tangled in the matts of his pelt though Antlerstrike does not find much thrill in wasting his time clearing the debris; not when he could convince someone else to do it for him. The majority of his fur is colored a deep, rich amber though it lightens around his extremities and face. Partnered with his mackerel tabby coating is a brilliant white that descends from the base of his nose down his chin, across his neck, and finally ends along his stomach. Another patch of white snakes across the bottom part of his tail and ends in the puff at the end of the extremity.
Thanks to the long fur gracing his features, Antlerstrike's face appears rather pointed and angular. His cheeks are exaggerated by the triangular tuffs of fur growing along his jowls and are framed widely but his long, white whiskers. Pointed teeth protrude from his upper lip, the tips of his pearly whites pressing ever so slightly at the edge of his bottom lip. His muzzle is wide and square, his bite a nasty thing to be on the receiving end of. Short rounded ears sit atop his crown with curling tufts of fur blooming out of their depths. Antlerstrike's brilliant green eyes usually shine with expressive vibrancy, his mood easy to read and understand by even the most ignorant of cats.
Personality - so light it quick
+ Laid back | Light-hearted | Courageous +
: Expressive | Humorous | Talkative :
- Childish | Gluttonous | Disloyal -
: Expressive | Humorous | Talkative :
- Childish | Gluttonous | Disloyal -
Antlerstrike has never taken life or anything in it too seriously. Always laid-back, he's one to go with the flow and let the world around him turn without feeling the need to dictate or control it. Living through war can get exhausting if you're constantly fretting over who wins and loses every battle, why not spend some time relaxing every once and awhile? To Antlerstrike, Lichenclan has and always will be looking for a fight and being constantly anxious over such things sounds deeply depressing.
Luckily, it's easy to ignore things like the fatality of conflict when you spend your days chasing tail or lounging in the sun. Antlerstrike stays happy and carefree, always smiling and cracking jokes even in the most somber of situations. This light-hearted attitude can be refreshing for those looking for an escape yet incredibly irritating to those who want the tom to be serious every once and awhile. Regardless of your feelings about his behavior, Antlerstrike is never shy about being open to conversation; even to those that are trying to brush him off or escape his presence. It's hard to shake this tom off, once he's in the middle of a rant or joke; getting him to be quiet is a near impossible feat.
While he is a jokester, it is easy to figure out when Antlerstrike is fooling around due to his expressive facial features. At times his pranks have gone terribly wrong or fallen apart all together due to him giving himself away far before the joke has reached its conclusion. He's never too upset about such things falling through, there are always more games to be had after all. Being a senior warrior and acting as an apprentice has given Antlerstrike a reputation of being rather childish. While he does perform his warrior duties, acting young and never taking anything seriously often results in scolding by other warriors and those of higher rank.
Though amicable to speak and spend time with, Antlerstrike is known for being self-centered in his desire for good food. His gluttony knows nearly no bounds with his mouth watering at the very sight of certain prey bounding around the territory. His hunger does not stop at clan borders and he has been known to slip into other clan lands in search of a specific kind of prey. Antlerstrike has never minded strike reinforcers of borders with the other clans nor does he shy away from conflict along enemy lines. He is courageous and will stare down battle without batting an eye, happy to throw his weight around if it means being rewarded for his involvement be it attention, praise, or fine food.
His loyalty is given to very few, his dedication to others shifting like the sand beneath a heavy wave. It's not that he doesn't trust others, Antlerstrike is just more interested in achieving whatever his own desires are than helping others achieve their own. Sure he can be your friend and your partner but if decisions come to life or death, he's certainly more inclined to save his own skin than that of another. His aptitude to disloyalty means trusting Antlerstrike may eventually lead to a nasty betrayal or a broken heart.
History - and watch it fast
Born an only child, Antlerkit had always been the center of his parents attention. They let him play, run, and eat however much he wanted. A kit born within conflict is either overprotected or spoiled and Antlerkit was certainly the latter. There were no unobtainable desires for him and though strife existed outside the camp, the walls of the nursery held a spoiled kitten within its protective layer. Leopardtail and Stagstone thought they were doing what was best for their only surviving child, their previous litter dying of either leaf-fall illnesses or border disputes gone wrong. There was so little time to appreciate when kits were small and innocent, they reasoned it was best to let Antlerkit be whatever he wanted while he still could; the war would eventually find its way to him.
While they purred and encouraged rowdy, boisterous behavior (both signs of a healthy kit of course); Antlerkit grew to expect a level of service from others like that he could find in his parents. He didn't understand why the other kits had more rules than he did; why their mothers would click their tongues and shake their heads at his late night antics or full, hearty meals he insisted on taking whenever he pleased. Despite their disapproval, it seemed they would never stay mad at him for long as the charming look on his face and the humorous way he went about entertaining others always put him back in their good graces.
He entered his apprenticeship around the time of Finchstar's title change and as new-leaf emerged so too did the increased frequency of battles against Lichenclan. Stagstone was lost in a border skirmish, leaving Antlerpaw without a father to spoil him or look up to. Though the loss was saddening, the young tom refused to let it diminish his own successes or happiness. He was becoming a notable fighter, his large frame and thick fur an easy repellant against enemy attacks and his lighthearted way of joking while fighting always seemed to rattle nearly everyone's mental defenses as well.
In his older apprentice moons Antlerpaw noticed with swelling pride how handsome he was becoming. She-cats seemed to flock to him, interested in his company and always readily laughing at his jokes. It only bolstered his already known arrogance and Antlerpaw felt as though nothing in life could truly touch him. His mentor; Yewmask; continually warned against such behavior as it made him appear selfish and rude but Antlerpaw was still well liked despite these things so why change them?
Antlerstrike sauntered into his warriorhood with broken hearts left in his wake, though such a fact never bothered him even to this day. He's lived his life tumbling from one battle to another, never minding the scars that etch themselves across his skin nor the mental wounds left on others. He is a content tom; happy to spend his days eating, fighting, or fu- eh em; keeping others company. War has always existed for Redwoodclan and likely always will; might as well enjoy the ride while one still can.
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As war with Lichenclan reached its crescendo, Antlerstrike looked on in pleasure as an alliance was struck with Thistleclan. A rival lost is a friend gained and with the border between forest dwelling cats loosened, there too came a chance at making friends with the illusive Thistleclanners.
Though Antlerstrike was left to protect camp in the final battle, the tom still found himself out wandering and looking for any kind of trouble or excitement he could stir up.
Now that the war is over, Antlerstrike hopes the alliance with Thistleclan stays alive, if only long enough for him to enjoy some sweet swamp tail before the good times are over.
While they purred and encouraged rowdy, boisterous behavior (both signs of a healthy kit of course); Antlerkit grew to expect a level of service from others like that he could find in his parents. He didn't understand why the other kits had more rules than he did; why their mothers would click their tongues and shake their heads at his late night antics or full, hearty meals he insisted on taking whenever he pleased. Despite their disapproval, it seemed they would never stay mad at him for long as the charming look on his face and the humorous way he went about entertaining others always put him back in their good graces.
He entered his apprenticeship around the time of Finchstar's title change and as new-leaf emerged so too did the increased frequency of battles against Lichenclan. Stagstone was lost in a border skirmish, leaving Antlerpaw without a father to spoil him or look up to. Though the loss was saddening, the young tom refused to let it diminish his own successes or happiness. He was becoming a notable fighter, his large frame and thick fur an easy repellant against enemy attacks and his lighthearted way of joking while fighting always seemed to rattle nearly everyone's mental defenses as well.
In his older apprentice moons Antlerpaw noticed with swelling pride how handsome he was becoming. She-cats seemed to flock to him, interested in his company and always readily laughing at his jokes. It only bolstered his already known arrogance and Antlerpaw felt as though nothing in life could truly touch him. His mentor; Yewmask; continually warned against such behavior as it made him appear selfish and rude but Antlerpaw was still well liked despite these things so why change them?
Antlerstrike sauntered into his warriorhood with broken hearts left in his wake, though such a fact never bothered him even to this day. He's lived his life tumbling from one battle to another, never minding the scars that etch themselves across his skin nor the mental wounds left on others. He is a content tom; happy to spend his days eating, fighting, or fu- eh em; keeping others company. War has always existed for Redwoodclan and likely always will; might as well enjoy the ride while one still can.
—
As war with Lichenclan reached its crescendo, Antlerstrike looked on in pleasure as an alliance was struck with Thistleclan. A rival lost is a friend gained and with the border between forest dwelling cats loosened, there too came a chance at making friends with the illusive Thistleclanners.
Though Antlerstrike was left to protect camp in the final battle, the tom still found himself out wandering and looking for any kind of trouble or excitement he could stir up.
Now that the war is over, Antlerstrike hopes the alliance with Thistleclan stays alive, if only long enough for him to enjoy some sweet swamp tail before the good times are over.
Last edit March of 2023.