Post by rain on Oct 22, 2022 11:27:29 GMT -6
LIONTHROAT
THISTLECLAN
large longhair light amber tom with pale amber eyes
warrior
tom
19 moons
Appearance
lionthoat is quite the sizable force, his height being the source of most of his massive proportions. He actually isn’t much muscle, his weight on the light side of big cats. But he sure is tall, and that long furred pelt adds to the bulk. The coloration of his pelt is harder to describe, having a general creamy white base covering his entire body.
light amber streaks seem to paint every part of his body except his chest, a stainless white mane of fur crowning his torso. The only other noticeable colors on Lionthroat’s body seems to be a strange, vibrant black, only visible on his nose and his ear tips. His eyes are a very pale amber, almost a colorless gray compared to the vivid yellows and oranges of his clanmates. Lionthroat’s tail is as impressively long as his body, a plume-like characteristic to it as his fur drapes over his tail like feathers.
light amber streaks seem to paint every part of his body except his chest, a stainless white mane of fur crowning his torso. The only other noticeable colors on Lionthroat’s body seems to be a strange, vibrant black, only visible on his nose and his ear tips. His eyes are a very pale amber, almost a colorless gray compared to the vivid yellows and oranges of his clanmates. Lionthroat’s tail is as impressively long as his body, a plume-like characteristic to it as his fur drapes over his tail like feathers.
Personality
intelligent//
lionthroat has a good head on his shoulders, absorbing information fast and using it just as efficiently. in fact, his brain is always fizzing with action, analyzing details of the current situation or planning ahead for the future ones. he is very good at strategizing and predicting, and with quickness at which his mind works, he makes a brutal foe in arguments. in fact, he much would rather indulge in a philosophical debate or an aggressive verbal confrontation than pull out his claws and fangs.
charming//
thanks to a keen mind, being a charmer is almost second nature for him. for he is of full understanding of the emotional needs and wants of cats, which to him was: sweet doses of admiration and a pretty face to look at. despite his surface level comprehension of true happiness, he is good with not just his tongue with flavorful words, but his vocal chords, mastering the art of smoothing his voice into the sound of honey. compliments and voice tricks were not his only charm, though, knowing exactly how to play to his strengths without looking like an exhibitionist. If he’s good at rock skipping? He will nonchalantly skip the perfect rock that he had “absolutely not hid in his chest fur” during a philosophical conversation by the river. Good at voles and only voles? He will passively but graciously offer the kill until a vole pops up. he is constantly thinking, planning, catering, all for the perfect performance.
hard-working//
although he might not be thistleclan’s most loyal cat, he is just as hard-working as the most intense warrior. lionthroat enjoys taking up responsibilities and tasks, his body as busy as his mind. it might just be due to a restless energy he finds hard to itch, but his outlet for it is at least usually productive, unless he is out courting. but when he is on duty, he is focused and prepared, and ready to take charge at any opportunity.
greedy//
lionthroat, unfortunately, is hungry. hungry for pleasure, hungry for respect, hungry for, recognition, idolization. he is confident, yes. but all his confidence would dissolve into self-loathing if every cat found him revolting. but as long as there is at least one cat who even finds him pretty, then that is all the proof he needs to understand his true potential, which is either to be leader one day or to be the greatest warrior in any clan. his greed might not be malicious, but he is still young, and feeding gluttony too frivolously could lead to a hungry, hungry beast.
perfectionist//
lionthroat has trouble with his training, only due to the frustration that perfection did not come first try. he likes to be very organized and confident in his approach to everything he did, but that seemed nearly impossible in everything new that he did as an apprentice. but in his most knowledgeable areas, he is detail oriented, striving to make sure everything is smooth and his way. it can get to the point of anxiety levels, but only if things go very wrong.
manipulative//
its no surprise he is good at manipulation, being both quick tongued and charming. but what makes him manipulative as a character trait is his willingness to use it. and boy, does he use it. whether it be as innocent as turning a conversation around to meet his way or something morally wrong like blaming everyone but himself to get out of trouble.
History
a single child, he never knew the bonds of having a sibling. Nor did he care. All he cared about was having a father. he was born in the dead of battle. weakened from the rogue attack on thistleclan camp, giving birth to him used up her last breath.
though never knowing his mother, he knew his father, Palesnow, all too well. In the beginning, he was always there by his side, almost taking over the role of his adopted mother, Dawnwing. Lionkit was spoiled, getting everything he wanted, despite Dawnwing's desperate attempts for him to be punished when he had done something wrong. his father was also a liar, promising things like fun ventures or visits, only to use him to show off what a great father he was to other she-cats. it seemed getting over his mother’s death was easy for his father, but he never thought about why. because he didn’t miss her either.
what was clear to him was the collective hatred for rogues, and his father made no clear line between that and just an ordinary outsider. thus, to this day, he is very way of any stranger outside the border, outsider, rogue, or even another clanmate. strangers were the cause of chaos, the cause of bloodshed, the cause for this own mother’s death. and although Dawnwing and Palesnow did not get along, that was one thing they were very concrete in their teachings. trust no one.
it wouldn’t be until his father’s passing at his sixth moon that he realized how stone-hearted his father had been. being apprentice meant nothing anymore without him, and it wasn’t even anything revengeable that he had died from a lung condition his father already had complications with his entire life. missing a piece of himself was the nicest way to put how lionpaw felt after his father died, but his father had seemed so ready to replace his mother his entire kithood, and never seemed emotional bringing her up…why? but lionpaw would never know, the mysteries of his family casted away to the winds of death.
his current moons, his mind is on the war, wondering what Stagstar will do in Thievingstar’s place. although he had absolutely no familiarity with the other clans, since the rogues joined the chaos he has been antsy to join in the war to put these rogues finally in their place.
his training, despite the tensions, were rather lax under the supervision of Yewthorn, the most valuable of his lessons being of romance rather than survival. in fact, his more exciting moments of his youth was during his interactions with other apprentices, Fernpaw being his most treasured, but Blackpaw being his most memorable.
Now as a fresh warrior, he is eager to enjoy is newfound role, and more adult level interplay. His only ventures worth of note had been a rather memorable spar with a beauty named Foxclaw, but besides sharpening his skills, he still needs a few more lessons in maturity.
though never knowing his mother, he knew his father, Palesnow, all too well. In the beginning, he was always there by his side, almost taking over the role of his adopted mother, Dawnwing. Lionkit was spoiled, getting everything he wanted, despite Dawnwing's desperate attempts for him to be punished when he had done something wrong. his father was also a liar, promising things like fun ventures or visits, only to use him to show off what a great father he was to other she-cats. it seemed getting over his mother’s death was easy for his father, but he never thought about why. because he didn’t miss her either.
what was clear to him was the collective hatred for rogues, and his father made no clear line between that and just an ordinary outsider. thus, to this day, he is very way of any stranger outside the border, outsider, rogue, or even another clanmate. strangers were the cause of chaos, the cause of bloodshed, the cause for this own mother’s death. and although Dawnwing and Palesnow did not get along, that was one thing they were very concrete in their teachings. trust no one.
it wouldn’t be until his father’s passing at his sixth moon that he realized how stone-hearted his father had been. being apprentice meant nothing anymore without him, and it wasn’t even anything revengeable that he had died from a lung condition his father already had complications with his entire life. missing a piece of himself was the nicest way to put how lionpaw felt after his father died, but his father had seemed so ready to replace his mother his entire kithood, and never seemed emotional bringing her up…why? but lionpaw would never know, the mysteries of his family casted away to the winds of death.
his current moons, his mind is on the war, wondering what Stagstar will do in Thievingstar’s place. although he had absolutely no familiarity with the other clans, since the rogues joined the chaos he has been antsy to join in the war to put these rogues finally in their place.
his training, despite the tensions, were rather lax under the supervision of Yewthorn, the most valuable of his lessons being of romance rather than survival. in fact, his more exciting moments of his youth was during his interactions with other apprentices, Fernpaw being his most treasured, but Blackpaw being his most memorable.
Now as a fresh warrior, he is eager to enjoy is newfound role, and more adult level interplay. His only ventures worth of note had been a rather memorable spar with a beauty named Foxclaw, but besides sharpening his skills, he still needs a few more lessons in maturity.