Post by gammaneise on Jul 5, 2020 23:36:08 GMT -6
SORRELFEATHER
THISTLECLAN
Handsome, red-silver tabby tom with amber eyes
warrior
Tom
17 moons
Appearance
Stature:
Sorrelfeather's stature is one of grace, his streamline form and sinuous build allowing him to thread through the forests with ease as a silent hunter. Similarly to his sister, he is long-limbed and stands above their other brethren, though sports a longer body than average in comparison to his family. Even if Sorrelfeather were short-furred, his musculature would barely be noticeable, the tom's fine-boned structure making him appear uncharacteristically delicate, much to his own dismay. Lacking the compact build of most ThistleClan cats, Sorrelfeather instead chooses to pride himself on swift movement over prolonged stealth. Sorrelfeather's muscles have built solely around his legs, making him a suitable climber, pouncer and chaser, though he lacks physical might.
Pelt:
Similarly to that of his Clan, Sorrelfeather's pelt is medium in length, densely packed together in protection against needled branches and the harsh cold. Though consistent in length throughout most of his body, his tail is plumed with longer fur, making it somewhat brush-like. Where Sorrelfeather differs most from his clanmates, however, is the colouration of his pelt. Striking, though more of a hindrance than anything, his fur is a silvered red in colour, the tom sporting a white muzzle, legs, chest and underbelly in addition to his bright base coat. The silvering of Sorrelfeather's coat interrupts his tabby markings, with hints of classic swirls showing on his pelt and a sole, red "stripe" forming from the base of his neck to the tip of his tail. Though a coat to be proud of, the tom often coats it with mud in his hunting endeavours to maintain a stealthy approach.
Face:
Similarly to his pelt, Sorrelfeather has striking features as well. His face is wedge-shaped, giving it an angular appearance. His amber eyes are large and almond-shaped. Sorrelfeather's ears are taller than average, pointed at their ends and seeming to stand up at all times. His muzzle is neatly shaped, less broad than average, and dotted with a splash of silvered red. Unlike the rest of his body, the tabby markings on Sorrelfeather's face are clear and uninterrupted. His nose is pink with a splotch of rosy colour to the right, and his whiskers are long and curved.
WC: 361 (with headers)
Sorrelfeather's stature is one of grace, his streamline form and sinuous build allowing him to thread through the forests with ease as a silent hunter. Similarly to his sister, he is long-limbed and stands above their other brethren, though sports a longer body than average in comparison to his family. Even if Sorrelfeather were short-furred, his musculature would barely be noticeable, the tom's fine-boned structure making him appear uncharacteristically delicate, much to his own dismay. Lacking the compact build of most ThistleClan cats, Sorrelfeather instead chooses to pride himself on swift movement over prolonged stealth. Sorrelfeather's muscles have built solely around his legs, making him a suitable climber, pouncer and chaser, though he lacks physical might.
Pelt:
Similarly to that of his Clan, Sorrelfeather's pelt is medium in length, densely packed together in protection against needled branches and the harsh cold. Though consistent in length throughout most of his body, his tail is plumed with longer fur, making it somewhat brush-like. Where Sorrelfeather differs most from his clanmates, however, is the colouration of his pelt. Striking, though more of a hindrance than anything, his fur is a silvered red in colour, the tom sporting a white muzzle, legs, chest and underbelly in addition to his bright base coat. The silvering of Sorrelfeather's coat interrupts his tabby markings, with hints of classic swirls showing on his pelt and a sole, red "stripe" forming from the base of his neck to the tip of his tail. Though a coat to be proud of, the tom often coats it with mud in his hunting endeavours to maintain a stealthy approach.
Face:
Similarly to his pelt, Sorrelfeather has striking features as well. His face is wedge-shaped, giving it an angular appearance. His amber eyes are large and almond-shaped. Sorrelfeather's ears are taller than average, pointed at their ends and seeming to stand up at all times. His muzzle is neatly shaped, less broad than average, and dotted with a splash of silvered red. Unlike the rest of his body, the tabby markings on Sorrelfeather's face are clear and uninterrupted. His nose is pink with a splotch of rosy colour to the right, and his whiskers are long and curved.
WC: 361 (with headers)
Personality
Traits
Positive:
Forthright | Independent | Aspiring | Perfectionist | Individualistic
Unlike many other cats' descriptions of the warriors of ThistleClan, Sorrelfeather is anything but a liar or deceptive figure. He speaks his mind whenever he feels like it, not caving to pressure or his ties with others. Though speaking in a crude and often demeaning manner, Sorrelfeather is reliably honest about his views. The tom thrives independently, as opposed to the follower he used to be in the past. Sorrelfeather has learned to grow into his own and clings to his self-sufficiency desperately as a sign that he has improved, making him less expectant of support from fellow clanmates, though gives the tom a sense of readiness for any challenge. Sorrelfeather has, does and always will aspire to be more than he is at his current stage. No single goal is good enough to be the final one in his eyes, making him a dedicated worker. This line of thinking makes him a perfectionist in all aspects, always monitoring his own achievements to improve further. When Sorrelfeather commits to a task, he'll commit 100%, no matter how small. His individualistic mindset allows him to put the needs of individuals above the needs of any clan or group as a whole, and to separate cat from clan in his thoughts. As such, Sorrelfeather tends to ignore preconceived notions and judges based on his own value, usually only when he meets the subject of his thoughts face to face.
Negative:
Irritable | Opinionated | Unfriendly | Discourteous | Stubborn
Though Sorrelfeather isn't one to judge before he meets the cat in question, it doesn't take long for judgement to follow. He's easily irritated, even acts of kindness or charity aggravating him to the point of insults. In tune with the characteristic dry wit and dark humour of his clan, Sorrelfeather acclimates well with biting remarks and openly rude statements, though behaviour he isn't familiar with often makes him irritable. Sorrelfeather can be overbearing with his opinion, even insulting others with that same dry wit of his for ever thinking differently to him. Despite his worldview being limited, he still feels superior in mindset, making him not only naive but unwilling to change viewpoints... And if his viewpoints ever do change, he feels obligated to note that it was by his own volition. Sorrelfeather's biting tongue has rendered him rather unpleasant to be around, and his attitude doesn't help matters. His discourteous tone and actions often drive cats unfamiliar with his attitude far away, most for good reason. Though Sorrelfeather's stubborn nature makes him strong in will and gives him resolve to improve, it also renders him a brick wall to talk to. Techniques that aren't useful and naive points of view have remained with the tom for a long time due to his stubborness with opposing advice.
Goals:
Since his apprenticeship, Sorrelfeather has always aimed to be the greatest hunter he can be, particularly aiming for the day in which he'll no longer slip up with any catches. He is steadfast with this goal in particular, making increments of progress wherever he can to finally reach his standard of perfection. Despite his somewhat flippant attitude, the tom is also somewhat reliant on the positive opinion of others, if only regarding his abilities.
Beliefs:
Sorrelfeather, loud and proud in saying it, finds the concept of StarClan to be ridiculous. He treats it like an old queen's-tale, even making snide jokes about it to those who believe. Sorrelfeather's core belief against the concept of StarClan lies in his grief, and the belief that cats should focus on improving their lives rather than listening to rigid rules put in place by the dead.
WC: 609 (with headers and traits)
Positive:
Forthright | Independent | Aspiring | Perfectionist | Individualistic
Unlike many other cats' descriptions of the warriors of ThistleClan, Sorrelfeather is anything but a liar or deceptive figure. He speaks his mind whenever he feels like it, not caving to pressure or his ties with others. Though speaking in a crude and often demeaning manner, Sorrelfeather is reliably honest about his views. The tom thrives independently, as opposed to the follower he used to be in the past. Sorrelfeather has learned to grow into his own and clings to his self-sufficiency desperately as a sign that he has improved, making him less expectant of support from fellow clanmates, though gives the tom a sense of readiness for any challenge. Sorrelfeather has, does and always will aspire to be more than he is at his current stage. No single goal is good enough to be the final one in his eyes, making him a dedicated worker. This line of thinking makes him a perfectionist in all aspects, always monitoring his own achievements to improve further. When Sorrelfeather commits to a task, he'll commit 100%, no matter how small. His individualistic mindset allows him to put the needs of individuals above the needs of any clan or group as a whole, and to separate cat from clan in his thoughts. As such, Sorrelfeather tends to ignore preconceived notions and judges based on his own value, usually only when he meets the subject of his thoughts face to face.
Negative:
Irritable | Opinionated | Unfriendly | Discourteous | Stubborn
Though Sorrelfeather isn't one to judge before he meets the cat in question, it doesn't take long for judgement to follow. He's easily irritated, even acts of kindness or charity aggravating him to the point of insults. In tune with the characteristic dry wit and dark humour of his clan, Sorrelfeather acclimates well with biting remarks and openly rude statements, though behaviour he isn't familiar with often makes him irritable. Sorrelfeather can be overbearing with his opinion, even insulting others with that same dry wit of his for ever thinking differently to him. Despite his worldview being limited, he still feels superior in mindset, making him not only naive but unwilling to change viewpoints... And if his viewpoints ever do change, he feels obligated to note that it was by his own volition. Sorrelfeather's biting tongue has rendered him rather unpleasant to be around, and his attitude doesn't help matters. His discourteous tone and actions often drive cats unfamiliar with his attitude far away, most for good reason. Though Sorrelfeather's stubborn nature makes him strong in will and gives him resolve to improve, it also renders him a brick wall to talk to. Techniques that aren't useful and naive points of view have remained with the tom for a long time due to his stubborness with opposing advice.
Goals:
Since his apprenticeship, Sorrelfeather has always aimed to be the greatest hunter he can be, particularly aiming for the day in which he'll no longer slip up with any catches. He is steadfast with this goal in particular, making increments of progress wherever he can to finally reach his standard of perfection. Despite his somewhat flippant attitude, the tom is also somewhat reliant on the positive opinion of others, if only regarding his abilities.
Beliefs:
Sorrelfeather, loud and proud in saying it, finds the concept of StarClan to be ridiculous. He treats it like an old queen's-tale, even making snide jokes about it to those who believe. Sorrelfeather's core belief against the concept of StarClan lies in his grief, and the belief that cats should focus on improving their lives rather than listening to rigid rules put in place by the dead.
WC: 609 (with headers and traits)
History
Kithood:
Born in a healthy litter of three, alongside his sister Willowkit and his brother Thornkit, the three were raised by two mothers. For quite a long time, Sorrelkit thought that they were his sole biological parents, never questioning why other kits were visited by toms instead of another she-cat, and never questioning the appearances of a friendly face named Lionthroat, who acted as though he were a relative, himself. Sorrelkit simply brushed away the thoughts, happy enough to meet who he assumed to be a family friend. As time went on, however, Lionthroat's inclusion in their life and the fact that their parents weren't such a common pair led Sorrelkit into suspicion... Until the situation was explained to him. Lionthroat was his biological father, there to help the two she-cats have kits on their own and wanting to be involved in their lives as well. Though somewhat cynical of this fact, it didn't take long for Sorrelkit to brag about having two mothers and a father.
Sorrelkit had a reputation of sorts from a young age, though not exactly a good one. He always tagged alongside Willowkit, the active explorer of the family, despite his own curiosity never rivalling her own. The adventures were fun, visiting different cats spaced out about the Clan, but what Sorrelkit found exciting was mischief. Though he seemed less rambunctious than Willowkit most of the time, he would be the one egging her into pranks and break-ins of tunnels, being more scheming than she. He enjoyed these activities somewhat nonchalantly, much to Thornkit's chagrin. Thornkit acted maturely, was calmer than the average kit and knew not to stick his nose where it didn't belong. Due to this, Thornkit and Sorrelkit would often argue, Sorrelkit being the one to start it and ending off with a grin after. A heated argument was just a bit of fun to him, the young tom shrugging off his brother's concerns much like his sister did.
Sorrelkit liked to think far ahead, though unlike his brother, his view of the future was painted to be more gallant and heroic than realistic. He'd describe them all as warriors, he and Willowkit being the dashing heroes, of course, while Thornkit sat and simmered and complained about them having too much fun.
Apprenticeship:
There was no doubt that they were excited to start their training, all three quickly settling on what they wanted to be when they were warriors. Sorrelpaw promised to be the Clan's best hunter, to train to the point of him never letting prey escape. Willowpaw had a similarly respectable goal, in his eyes, she'd be a strong and heroic fighter, recognised by the whole Clan. Thornpaw, however, formed a goal that neither understood. He wanted to learn more about the forest, the other clans, the animals... Sorrelpaw failed to see how those skills would be useful in the long run, jokingly jabbing at them when they were stated in a teasing manner.
The apprentice began to eat his own words on the first hunt of his training, Sorrelpaw cocksure in his abilities, though watching in dismay as the creature scampered away before he'd even made the leap. He was certain he'd succeed... So why hadn't he? His mentor explained how his form was off, his approach loud, and most egregiously that he hadn't approached from downwind. "That bright coat of yours isn't doing you any favours, either. You'll have to cover it up," they noted nonchalantly, Sorrelpaw angered by this feedback. It took time for the young tom to realise that his mentor was right, that the mud seemed to make all the difference in prey noticing him.
Still being somewhat of a sloppy hunter, Sorrelpaw grew frustrated with the steep learning curve, only seeming to make little improvements here and there. The young tom persisted, however, even still accompanying his sister on her own secret training trips to build his own skills. He encouraged her to try harder, practicing his hunting on the way to her destinations, though as her journeys became more and more dangerous, Sorrelpaw began to falter in his tag-alongs. He seemed to enjoy some of the risk-taking in the past, bragging about the dangerous situations they got themselves into to their brother, who grew more and more worried.
It was on the fateful day that Sorrelpaw was reclining comfortably in rest when he would usually be on one of Willowpaw's adventures that Thornpaw finally stepped in.
"You're here. Where's Willowpaw?"
The young tom raised his shoulders nonchalantly, staring towards the entrance of their camp. "I dunno. Getting battered by a bobcat? Somersaulting into the river? I'm not getting involved in that mess." That didn't seem to be right the right answer. Thornpaw cursed at him, rushing out of the camp to follow her.
And he never saw Thornpaw again.
Instead, a patrol returned, Sorrelpaw saw his sister, but his brother was nowhere in sight. It didn't take long to put two and two together, the way she hung her head and wouldn't say a word. Sorrelpaw, frightened and demanding to hear the truth, was simply told that a hawk had taken him away by a member of the patrol who had returned. He knew Willowpaw would've been behind it, outraged at the fact, soon confronting her about their brother's disappearance. Though his tongue was always biting, he lacked the lighthearted humour in his expression and words, his insults and shrieks venomous and sorrowful. He openly blamed her for their brother's death, and though his mothers tried to explain the situation he refused to listen. Willowpaw went after that hawk, and anyone could've died if they came along. He would've faced the same death at her paws... The three would never be warriors together.
Warriorhood:
Heartbroken, Sorrelfeather separated from his family, the tunnel he dug to serve his vigil in being placed away from the one Willowshine was digging. The young warrior worked hard on his tunnel, barely stopping for food and water, even continuing far into the night and having barely any time to sleep afterwards. The den he'd created was deep enough to make him prideful, at the very least, though his excitement was dampened as he awoke a true warrior. Once more he was simply reminded that this should've been a group celebration, his ill temper still carrying to this day and the tom stubborn in his belief that Willowshine had led Thornpaw to his death.
He wouldn't take pride in following her anymore, and even though his growth led him to question the solidarity of his blame, he refused to let go of it. He'd lost a brother, that was out of his control, but losing a sister remained his own choice. The young tom focused on the improvement of his hunting skills rather than the depths and understanding of his grief, growing agitated whenever his brother was brought up or others expressed sympathy for his loss.
WC: 1142 (with headers)
Relations:
Mother: Crowtail
Mother: Appleflower
Biological Father: Lionthroat
Brother: Thornpaw (deceased)
Sister: Willowshine
Born in a healthy litter of three, alongside his sister Willowkit and his brother Thornkit, the three were raised by two mothers. For quite a long time, Sorrelkit thought that they were his sole biological parents, never questioning why other kits were visited by toms instead of another she-cat, and never questioning the appearances of a friendly face named Lionthroat, who acted as though he were a relative, himself. Sorrelkit simply brushed away the thoughts, happy enough to meet who he assumed to be a family friend. As time went on, however, Lionthroat's inclusion in their life and the fact that their parents weren't such a common pair led Sorrelkit into suspicion... Until the situation was explained to him. Lionthroat was his biological father, there to help the two she-cats have kits on their own and wanting to be involved in their lives as well. Though somewhat cynical of this fact, it didn't take long for Sorrelkit to brag about having two mothers and a father.
Sorrelkit had a reputation of sorts from a young age, though not exactly a good one. He always tagged alongside Willowkit, the active explorer of the family, despite his own curiosity never rivalling her own. The adventures were fun, visiting different cats spaced out about the Clan, but what Sorrelkit found exciting was mischief. Though he seemed less rambunctious than Willowkit most of the time, he would be the one egging her into pranks and break-ins of tunnels, being more scheming than she. He enjoyed these activities somewhat nonchalantly, much to Thornkit's chagrin. Thornkit acted maturely, was calmer than the average kit and knew not to stick his nose where it didn't belong. Due to this, Thornkit and Sorrelkit would often argue, Sorrelkit being the one to start it and ending off with a grin after. A heated argument was just a bit of fun to him, the young tom shrugging off his brother's concerns much like his sister did.
Sorrelkit liked to think far ahead, though unlike his brother, his view of the future was painted to be more gallant and heroic than realistic. He'd describe them all as warriors, he and Willowkit being the dashing heroes, of course, while Thornkit sat and simmered and complained about them having too much fun.
Apprenticeship:
There was no doubt that they were excited to start their training, all three quickly settling on what they wanted to be when they were warriors. Sorrelpaw promised to be the Clan's best hunter, to train to the point of him never letting prey escape. Willowpaw had a similarly respectable goal, in his eyes, she'd be a strong and heroic fighter, recognised by the whole Clan. Thornpaw, however, formed a goal that neither understood. He wanted to learn more about the forest, the other clans, the animals... Sorrelpaw failed to see how those skills would be useful in the long run, jokingly jabbing at them when they were stated in a teasing manner.
The apprentice began to eat his own words on the first hunt of his training, Sorrelpaw cocksure in his abilities, though watching in dismay as the creature scampered away before he'd even made the leap. He was certain he'd succeed... So why hadn't he? His mentor explained how his form was off, his approach loud, and most egregiously that he hadn't approached from downwind. "That bright coat of yours isn't doing you any favours, either. You'll have to cover it up," they noted nonchalantly, Sorrelpaw angered by this feedback. It took time for the young tom to realise that his mentor was right, that the mud seemed to make all the difference in prey noticing him.
Still being somewhat of a sloppy hunter, Sorrelpaw grew frustrated with the steep learning curve, only seeming to make little improvements here and there. The young tom persisted, however, even still accompanying his sister on her own secret training trips to build his own skills. He encouraged her to try harder, practicing his hunting on the way to her destinations, though as her journeys became more and more dangerous, Sorrelpaw began to falter in his tag-alongs. He seemed to enjoy some of the risk-taking in the past, bragging about the dangerous situations they got themselves into to their brother, who grew more and more worried.
It was on the fateful day that Sorrelpaw was reclining comfortably in rest when he would usually be on one of Willowpaw's adventures that Thornpaw finally stepped in.
"You're here. Where's Willowpaw?"
The young tom raised his shoulders nonchalantly, staring towards the entrance of their camp. "I dunno. Getting battered by a bobcat? Somersaulting into the river? I'm not getting involved in that mess." That didn't seem to be right the right answer. Thornpaw cursed at him, rushing out of the camp to follow her.
And he never saw Thornpaw again.
Instead, a patrol returned, Sorrelpaw saw his sister, but his brother was nowhere in sight. It didn't take long to put two and two together, the way she hung her head and wouldn't say a word. Sorrelpaw, frightened and demanding to hear the truth, was simply told that a hawk had taken him away by a member of the patrol who had returned. He knew Willowpaw would've been behind it, outraged at the fact, soon confronting her about their brother's disappearance. Though his tongue was always biting, he lacked the lighthearted humour in his expression and words, his insults and shrieks venomous and sorrowful. He openly blamed her for their brother's death, and though his mothers tried to explain the situation he refused to listen. Willowpaw went after that hawk, and anyone could've died if they came along. He would've faced the same death at her paws... The three would never be warriors together.
Warriorhood:
Heartbroken, Sorrelfeather separated from his family, the tunnel he dug to serve his vigil in being placed away from the one Willowshine was digging. The young warrior worked hard on his tunnel, barely stopping for food and water, even continuing far into the night and having barely any time to sleep afterwards. The den he'd created was deep enough to make him prideful, at the very least, though his excitement was dampened as he awoke a true warrior. Once more he was simply reminded that this should've been a group celebration, his ill temper still carrying to this day and the tom stubborn in his belief that Willowshine had led Thornpaw to his death.
He wouldn't take pride in following her anymore, and even though his growth led him to question the solidarity of his blame, he refused to let go of it. He'd lost a brother, that was out of his control, but losing a sister remained his own choice. The young tom focused on the improvement of his hunting skills rather than the depths and understanding of his grief, growing agitated whenever his brother was brought up or others expressed sympathy for his loss.
WC: 1142 (with headers)
Relations:
Mother: Crowtail
Mother: Appleflower
Biological Father: Lionthroat
Brother: Thornpaw (deceased)
Sister: Willowshine
