Post by c a n n a on Jul 29, 2023 12:48:24 GMT -6
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ospreypelt
thistleclan
long legged, silver spotted tabby tom with green eyes
warrior
male
18 moons
Appearance
While most double-take at his striking appearance, Ospreypelt resents how others see him. Everyday, Ospreypelt wishes he could have been born dark like his mother, instead his fur is pale and streaked with dark spots, just like his father. And just like his father, he stands upon tall legs, unfitting of a ThistleClan cat. Nearly a copy of a tom Ospreypelt loathes most, the tabby takes pride in his eyes being a mellow green instead of the same blazing ambers Ospreytalon had. Wanting to appear as different from his kin as possible, the tom carries his diamond shaped head low, and doesn’t mind a few extra mouses or two if it means he carries more weight than his muscular dad. Tall ears are often perked in curiosity and his black streaked tail is usually swaying low in interest.
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Personality
Nonchalant: Ospreypelt often appears airy and above it all, as if nothing at all could concern him or bring him down. He’s mellow, speaking as if he’s thought deeply about each and every one of his meows. When met with adversity, Ospreypelt is unbothered, far too occupied with finding holes in other cat’s words. The tabby does get down, he gets sad and frustrated like any other cat, but the cool seeming tom can struggle to get a grasp of his own emotions. They don’t make sense to him, he doesn’t understand where they come from, so he doesn’t give them much thought. Ospreypelt spends more time rationalizing and analyzing his own emotions than he does expressing them, making him appear even more cool and collected than he knows is.
Studious: More than anything else, Ospreypelt has a love for learning, operating on a lust for knowledge. But he isn’t very interested in the lore of the islands, the politics, or even the concepts of distant lands, not that he doesn’t mind entertaining discussions of those things. Ospreypelt finds his studies revolving around the many different felines that exist around him. Their faces, and what lies beyond what is seen on the surface, what makes cats tick. Believing that there’s a reason for everything, that there’s something always below the surface, Ospreypelt has an immense interest in studying his many friends and comrades. Gregarious, the tabby is always seen beside a cat or two, absolutely immersed in the actions and meows of whoever is entertaining his love for the intricate lines drawn between feline connections.
Playful: Ospreypelt definitely has a lighthearted disposition, mostly concerned with his own personal satisfaction. Fun is what life is about. Not war, not politics. And the tabby would much rather spend his time steeped in games of intellect or actual games where he gets to learn something new about the cats he's passionate about. While the tom is capable of lending a shoulder in times of need, you can count on him to bounce back and cheer you up after the storm is over.
Clever: Ospreypelt doesn't at all care for fighting, but in times of danger, the witty tabby is more than able to devise last minute schemes to ensure his survival. With a keen eye for patterns, he's quick to read others and his surroundings. With a mentor as obsessive as his was, Ospreypelt had no choice but to learn creativity when it came to things such as escape plans. The sly tabby has a knack for shirking consequences, never afraid to use his keenness to his advantage.
Idealistic: With eyes cut to analyze every flaw around him, Ospreypelt sees a society rife with toxicity. Cats have lost their way to senseless violence and idiotic competitions of power and status. Ospreypelt knows that literally none of that matters, and dreams of a perfect society where cats can just experience cat things with their friends and family. With a smart mouth, Ospreypelt doesn't hesitate to call out the beliefs of those he knows are less than for valuing things that are trivial and don't matter. The loud tabby isn't willing to fight for his ideals, but argues nonstop for a simple life free of pointless chaos.
Audacious: In ThistleClan, the only way to get by alive is by speaking your mind. Ospreypelt doesn't fear the consequences associated with back talking and running his mouth. Oddly, the talkative tom finds pleasure in calling others out for their stupidity, and he finds even more joy in the arguments that follow after. Ospreypelt knows that he's right more often than not, so why not back his beliefs with firmness?
Willful: Seeing his own ideals as the only just ones, Ospreypelt has never thought against doing anything and everything he wants. Luckily, he's a simple tom of simple wants, but when his wants don't align with the clan, Ospreypelt doesn't falter. If he wants to argue, then he's gonna argue. If he wants to talk to a LichenClan molly, then he's gonna. And if he doesn't want to go on a pointless border patrol, then he isn't gonna do it. With his audaciousness, Ospreypelt would much rather argue.
Compassionate: Cool, mellow, nonchalant are all words to describe Ospreypelt. But he isn't at all as apathetic as his appearance. While the tabby tom isn't at all an empath, his primary concerns are towards his fellow felines, regardless of what faction the cat has separated themself in. Not only does Ospreypelt care about the well-being of others, but it's one of the few things he is willing to fight for. Whether it be with his claws or his many many words. In those moments, Ospreypelt isn't calm and collected but passionate and fiery about ensuring his comrades aren't facing pointless harm.
Devious: While Ospreypelt wouldn't call himself a pacifist, he certainly doesn't appreciate violent force being used to get what one wants. The willful tabby has had to find other ways of establishing his goals, using backhanded tactics to not only postpone his apprentice ceremony, but fight his battles. Why use his claws when he can get others to fight for him, or make others question themselves so that they don't even want to fight anymore. Ospreypelt isn't at all beyond going behind someone's back in pursuit of what he defines as the greater good.
Studious: More than anything else, Ospreypelt has a love for learning, operating on a lust for knowledge. But he isn’t very interested in the lore of the islands, the politics, or even the concepts of distant lands, not that he doesn’t mind entertaining discussions of those things. Ospreypelt finds his studies revolving around the many different felines that exist around him. Their faces, and what lies beyond what is seen on the surface, what makes cats tick. Believing that there’s a reason for everything, that there’s something always below the surface, Ospreypelt has an immense interest in studying his many friends and comrades. Gregarious, the tabby is always seen beside a cat or two, absolutely immersed in the actions and meows of whoever is entertaining his love for the intricate lines drawn between feline connections.
Playful: Ospreypelt definitely has a lighthearted disposition, mostly concerned with his own personal satisfaction. Fun is what life is about. Not war, not politics. And the tabby would much rather spend his time steeped in games of intellect or actual games where he gets to learn something new about the cats he's passionate about. While the tom is capable of lending a shoulder in times of need, you can count on him to bounce back and cheer you up after the storm is over.
Clever: Ospreypelt doesn't at all care for fighting, but in times of danger, the witty tabby is more than able to devise last minute schemes to ensure his survival. With a keen eye for patterns, he's quick to read others and his surroundings. With a mentor as obsessive as his was, Ospreypelt had no choice but to learn creativity when it came to things such as escape plans. The sly tabby has a knack for shirking consequences, never afraid to use his keenness to his advantage.
Idealistic: With eyes cut to analyze every flaw around him, Ospreypelt sees a society rife with toxicity. Cats have lost their way to senseless violence and idiotic competitions of power and status. Ospreypelt knows that literally none of that matters, and dreams of a perfect society where cats can just experience cat things with their friends and family. With a smart mouth, Ospreypelt doesn't hesitate to call out the beliefs of those he knows are less than for valuing things that are trivial and don't matter. The loud tabby isn't willing to fight for his ideals, but argues nonstop for a simple life free of pointless chaos.
Audacious: In ThistleClan, the only way to get by alive is by speaking your mind. Ospreypelt doesn't fear the consequences associated with back talking and running his mouth. Oddly, the talkative tom finds pleasure in calling others out for their stupidity, and he finds even more joy in the arguments that follow after. Ospreypelt knows that he's right more often than not, so why not back his beliefs with firmness?
Willful: Seeing his own ideals as the only just ones, Ospreypelt has never thought against doing anything and everything he wants. Luckily, he's a simple tom of simple wants, but when his wants don't align with the clan, Ospreypelt doesn't falter. If he wants to argue, then he's gonna argue. If he wants to talk to a LichenClan molly, then he's gonna. And if he doesn't want to go on a pointless border patrol, then he isn't gonna do it. With his audaciousness, Ospreypelt would much rather argue.
Compassionate: Cool, mellow, nonchalant are all words to describe Ospreypelt. But he isn't at all as apathetic as his appearance. While the tabby tom isn't at all an empath, his primary concerns are towards his fellow felines, regardless of what faction the cat has separated themself in. Not only does Ospreypelt care about the well-being of others, but it's one of the few things he is willing to fight for. Whether it be with his claws or his many many words. In those moments, Ospreypelt isn't calm and collected but passionate and fiery about ensuring his comrades aren't facing pointless harm.
Devious: While Ospreypelt wouldn't call himself a pacifist, he certainly doesn't appreciate violent force being used to get what one wants. The willful tabby has had to find other ways of establishing his goals, using backhanded tactics to not only postpone his apprentice ceremony, but fight his battles. Why use his claws when he can get others to fight for him, or make others question themselves so that they don't even want to fight anymore. Ospreypelt isn't at all beyond going behind someone's back in pursuit of what he defines as the greater good.
History
0 - 7 Moons
Ospreytalon...Ospreytalon... With a singular, newborn son whimpering at her side, the illustrious and late Ospreytalon is all Harestep is able to think about. She calls that son Ospreykit without thought. In fact, she has little thoughts on what to do with herself after the death of her mate during the LichenClan invasion.
Ospreykit doesn’t remember much from his mother, but he remembers the name. Ospreytalon...Ospreytalon... And he remembers a great, unbearable sadness that kept Harestep from ever even looking at him.
---
Harestep never woke the night of his second moon and Ospreykit didn’t need to hear the whispers of distant clan-mates to know that it was her grief that slowed her heart. While others cried and mourned the shaken queen’s death, Ospreykit did not, hardly knowing who his mother was at all.
---
Ospreykit was immediately taken in by other queens in the nursery to finish his weaning. Except there had only been one queen in the nursery at the time. Lilypad and her two sons provided Ospreykit with the family he never had, and he clung to whatever littermate gave him the time of day in the nursery for Ospreykit knew how to argue.
---
While Ospreykit found acceptance in the nursery, outside the nursery it was always "Ospreytalon this" and "Ospreytalon that." After countless interactions from older warriors who pitied him because of his mom, or expected him to be powerful like his dad, Ospreykit quickly learned to fend for himself with his words.
---
By his fourth moon, Ospreykit was well-known for his willfulness, but he cared little for the opinions of senior warriors. It was his littermates that the kit found himself falling for. Of course not in a romantic way. With his first days spent tending to his mother, there was nothing Ospreykit cherished more than getting to talk and learn about his brothers Fennelkit and Sproutkit as well as his other littermates. He especially loved all the games his kit-hood was filled with.
---
Ospreykit's fifth moon was spent in dread. He DID NOT look forward to becoming an apprentice. At age six, the kit fears all of his fun disappearing just like that. At six moons, he’ll have to train and join the war he just knows that his mentor will force him in.
---
Rumors of war spread across the camp and even the nursery and Ospreykit devises a plan in his desperation. Using the horrific fighting to his advantage, the apprentice-sized tom sneaks out of camp and follows the battle patrols, and is elated when he's caught later that day, far away from the nursery. Ospreykit is quickly punished for his recklessness, earning another moon in the nursery, but just one moon would not be enough.
Ospreykit is able to stretch out his time in the nursery even longer by pretending to have sprained a leg while he was out in the territory, that he had ate bad prey, or that he had caught green-cough or frostbite. But the higher-ups in ThistleClan were quick to catch on to his schemes.
7 - 13 Moons
Much to his dismay, Ospreykit is eventually punished with Jackdawclaw as a mentor. It only takes a moment for the new apprentice to discern that the rest of his days will be spent in pain in suffering as cats continue to force his father's name upon him. Jackdawclaw was the exact thing he feared in a mentor. The infamous seal-point didn't care about him, his wants or his goals in life, just that he was a warrior capable of wasting his life fighting for ThistleClan. Ospreypaw spent a moon entertaining her teachings, absorbing hunting and training techniques like a sponge. But over and over again, Ospreypaw wondered what it was all for?
---
His next moons weren't at all smooth sailing. Feeling as if he had learned enough from the obsessive molly, Ospreypaw began shirking his duties. After all, he knew how to defend himself enough to at least run away, he could hunt, and he almost knew the territory completely. His most cherished memories were spent at his peers sides, exploring the forest, the bog, and the many lands that ThistleClan didn't call their own. During those moments, Ospreypaw felt free. Yet at the same time, Ospreypaw felt a great belonging to the comrades at his side.
---
He did not feel that with Jackdawclaw.
The molly was relentless, refusing to let him be despite Ospreypaw's escapist tendencies. The apprentice was frequently ambushed on his excursions by his strict mentor, not just with her close-minded lectures, but with her incessance on using violence to solve her and ThistleClan's issues. Ospreypaw refused to be silent about his pacifistic beliefs, finding holes in each and every argument he heard about why they should be fighting. None of it made sense, and the more he heard Jackdawclaw go on and on about their statuses as ThistleClan warriors, the more Ospreypaw grew disillusioned with being a warrior himself. Why? Status. It was created by CATS. He did not understand why they all couldn't just rid themselves of status, or even the clans, and just exist the way cats were meant to exist. Simply existing, beside whoever it was you called family.
---
After what feels like seasons upon seasons of awful forced patrols and skirmishes filled with warmongering, Jackdawclaw falls pregnant, and Ospreypaw is sure the queen is eager to relinquish herself of their training. After passing the deputies assessment by the skin of his hair, Ospreypaw is named Ospreypelt. Which the new warrior cherishes. It's not some edgy violent name like his fathers, and it isn't at all far off from the name he had already gotten used to.
13 - 18 Moons
When the clans aren’t at war with themselves, they seem to be at war with the land and nature. A blizzard like no other covers the island completely in white, inhibiting anyone from doing much else besides stay in and keep warm beside clan-mates. Ospreypelt didn’t mind the hunger, nor the cold. A homebody, the tabby actually enjoyed getting to hide in camp during the blizzard, sharing time with his siblings and other clan-mates
---
What no one enjoys is the flood that follows next. With the massive amount of snowmelt combined with treacherous rains, ThistleClan territory is flooded and the clan is driven from their home. They have no choice but to seek refuge in RedwoodClan territory, and again, Ospreypelt finds more good than bad. He spends those wet days sneaking away from The Bearstones to meet with any RedwoodClan cat, or the occasional LichenClan cat who would entertain him. It grows hard to count the amount of friends the gregarious tom has acquired during this time.
---
The flood waters recede, but ThistleClan doesn’t. Ospreypelt finds himself at odds with his clan. Knowing that they can’t stay at The Bearstones forever, he meets as many new cats as he can, quickly learning that by the start of leaf-fall, they aren’t wanted at The Bearstones any more. Obviously.
His previous frustrations return, this time not just for his own clan, but the close-minded bigots in RedwoodClan, or all the clans for that matter. There would be no tension if every cat could just stop pretending that they were different with stupid clan names and customs. Frustrated at the world, Ospreypelt finds himself less tolerant of ignorant prattling.
Ospreytalon...Ospreytalon... With a singular, newborn son whimpering at her side, the illustrious and late Ospreytalon is all Harestep is able to think about. She calls that son Ospreykit without thought. In fact, she has little thoughts on what to do with herself after the death of her mate during the LichenClan invasion.
Ospreykit doesn’t remember much from his mother, but he remembers the name. Ospreytalon...Ospreytalon... And he remembers a great, unbearable sadness that kept Harestep from ever even looking at him.
---
Harestep never woke the night of his second moon and Ospreykit didn’t need to hear the whispers of distant clan-mates to know that it was her grief that slowed her heart. While others cried and mourned the shaken queen’s death, Ospreykit did not, hardly knowing who his mother was at all.
---
Ospreykit was immediately taken in by other queens in the nursery to finish his weaning. Except there had only been one queen in the nursery at the time. Lilypad and her two sons provided Ospreykit with the family he never had, and he clung to whatever littermate gave him the time of day in the nursery for Ospreykit knew how to argue.
---
While Ospreykit found acceptance in the nursery, outside the nursery it was always "Ospreytalon this" and "Ospreytalon that." After countless interactions from older warriors who pitied him because of his mom, or expected him to be powerful like his dad, Ospreykit quickly learned to fend for himself with his words.
---
By his fourth moon, Ospreykit was well-known for his willfulness, but he cared little for the opinions of senior warriors. It was his littermates that the kit found himself falling for. Of course not in a romantic way. With his first days spent tending to his mother, there was nothing Ospreykit cherished more than getting to talk and learn about his brothers Fennelkit and Sproutkit as well as his other littermates. He especially loved all the games his kit-hood was filled with.
---
Ospreykit's fifth moon was spent in dread. He DID NOT look forward to becoming an apprentice. At age six, the kit fears all of his fun disappearing just like that. At six moons, he’ll have to train and join the war he just knows that his mentor will force him in.
---
Rumors of war spread across the camp and even the nursery and Ospreykit devises a plan in his desperation. Using the horrific fighting to his advantage, the apprentice-sized tom sneaks out of camp and follows the battle patrols, and is elated when he's caught later that day, far away from the nursery. Ospreykit is quickly punished for his recklessness, earning another moon in the nursery, but just one moon would not be enough.
Ospreykit is able to stretch out his time in the nursery even longer by pretending to have sprained a leg while he was out in the territory, that he had ate bad prey, or that he had caught green-cough or frostbite. But the higher-ups in ThistleClan were quick to catch on to his schemes.
7 - 13 Moons
Much to his dismay, Ospreykit is eventually punished with Jackdawclaw as a mentor. It only takes a moment for the new apprentice to discern that the rest of his days will be spent in pain in suffering as cats continue to force his father's name upon him. Jackdawclaw was the exact thing he feared in a mentor. The infamous seal-point didn't care about him, his wants or his goals in life, just that he was a warrior capable of wasting his life fighting for ThistleClan. Ospreypaw spent a moon entertaining her teachings, absorbing hunting and training techniques like a sponge. But over and over again, Ospreypaw wondered what it was all for?
---
His next moons weren't at all smooth sailing. Feeling as if he had learned enough from the obsessive molly, Ospreypaw began shirking his duties. After all, he knew how to defend himself enough to at least run away, he could hunt, and he almost knew the territory completely. His most cherished memories were spent at his peers sides, exploring the forest, the bog, and the many lands that ThistleClan didn't call their own. During those moments, Ospreypaw felt free. Yet at the same time, Ospreypaw felt a great belonging to the comrades at his side.
---
He did not feel that with Jackdawclaw.
The molly was relentless, refusing to let him be despite Ospreypaw's escapist tendencies. The apprentice was frequently ambushed on his excursions by his strict mentor, not just with her close-minded lectures, but with her incessance on using violence to solve her and ThistleClan's issues. Ospreypaw refused to be silent about his pacifistic beliefs, finding holes in each and every argument he heard about why they should be fighting. None of it made sense, and the more he heard Jackdawclaw go on and on about their statuses as ThistleClan warriors, the more Ospreypaw grew disillusioned with being a warrior himself. Why? Status. It was created by CATS. He did not understand why they all couldn't just rid themselves of status, or even the clans, and just exist the way cats were meant to exist. Simply existing, beside whoever it was you called family.
---
After what feels like seasons upon seasons of awful forced patrols and skirmishes filled with warmongering, Jackdawclaw falls pregnant, and Ospreypaw is sure the queen is eager to relinquish herself of their training. After passing the deputies assessment by the skin of his hair, Ospreypaw is named Ospreypelt. Which the new warrior cherishes. It's not some edgy violent name like his fathers, and it isn't at all far off from the name he had already gotten used to.
13 - 18 Moons
When the clans aren’t at war with themselves, they seem to be at war with the land and nature. A blizzard like no other covers the island completely in white, inhibiting anyone from doing much else besides stay in and keep warm beside clan-mates. Ospreypelt didn’t mind the hunger, nor the cold. A homebody, the tabby actually enjoyed getting to hide in camp during the blizzard, sharing time with his siblings and other clan-mates
---
What no one enjoys is the flood that follows next. With the massive amount of snowmelt combined with treacherous rains, ThistleClan territory is flooded and the clan is driven from their home. They have no choice but to seek refuge in RedwoodClan territory, and again, Ospreypelt finds more good than bad. He spends those wet days sneaking away from The Bearstones to meet with any RedwoodClan cat, or the occasional LichenClan cat who would entertain him. It grows hard to count the amount of friends the gregarious tom has acquired during this time.
---
The flood waters recede, but ThistleClan doesn’t. Ospreypelt finds himself at odds with his clan. Knowing that they can’t stay at The Bearstones forever, he meets as many new cats as he can, quickly learning that by the start of leaf-fall, they aren’t wanted at The Bearstones any more. Obviously.
His previous frustrations return, this time not just for his own clan, but the close-minded bigots in RedwoodClan, or all the clans for that matter. There would be no tension if every cat could just stop pretending that they were different with stupid clan names and customs. Frustrated at the world, Ospreypelt finds himself less tolerant of ignorant prattling.
