Post by specĸleғooт on Nov 14, 2011 17:00:24 GMT -5
Name:
Runningfoot
Age:
34 moons.
Rank:
[Senior] Warrior
Allegiance:
Windclan
Picture:
Appearance:
Runningfoot is a sandy tabby with pale brown eyes and a noticeably deep scar on his shoulder from a rat attack; very handsome for a senior warrior of Windclan and though he’s slight in build with his spidery legs and slender body, he doesn’t back down from a fight with a larger cat. In fact, he uses his litheness to his advantage – his speed. This is how he had earned his name, because when he was an apprentice (then named Turtlepaw after his mother had spotted a small turtle in the river enjoying itself just before she kitted) he helped run a dog out of the territory. Turtlepaw was set with a patrol to help attack a dog, but when he saw his older clanmate struggling to keep out of the dog’s range, he sprang forward. Pumping his powerful, long legs and pressing his thin body close to the ground, he crossed the beast’s path and pulled its attention to himself.
Later at camp, the clan celebrated and told the leader of his bravery, calling for a name change. It was clear, this young tabby was destined to be a great warrior… And he definitely wasn’t as slow as a turtle!
Personality:
Runningfoot, when he was younger, was a big troublemaker since he always believed in following his heart. Though he didn’t always make the right decisions, he learned from his mistakes and cherished the memories. Once, while sneaking prey out to a starving loner after he’d earned his warrior name, he was caught by a clanmate. The other tom turned him in and Runningfoot understood for the first time that justice was important; that a cat should understand his boundaries and be loyal to his clan.
Now that he’s older, the warrior has hardened. No longer was he the free spirited tom everyone had once known. He now comprehended and depended on the Warrior Code, at times, seemingly following it blindly. But he’ll learn. He always learns.
Even so, he’s kind, loyal and has shown his bravery many times over. He’s quick to help his clanmates and even quicker to protect his clan.
History:
Kithood
He was born in the moor many, many moons ago. His mother Cloudfur, a pale tortoiseshell, was a young Windclan warrior when she found out she was pregnant with Breezepelt’s kits. His father, a dark tabby warrior, was more than surprised and overjoyed at the news. But doom was to befall the pair.
The pregnancy went wrong early and the slim queen struggled to carry the four kits in her belly. Breezepelt worried and fretted constantly, affecting his warrior duties since he was always hanging around the nursery than going on patrols and giving Cloudfur his share of prey…
As leafbare wore the grassy more, Cloudfur got sick with whitecough. Knowing she was to die soon and believing she was taking the kits with her, she slipped from camp to go off and join Starclan alone. At the river’s edge between Windclan and Riverclan, she sat, spotting a turtle swimming through the gentle current.
Mrrrow! Her cry of pain echoed through the thin, crisp air. She was kitting right then and she was unprepared!
Sadly, Cloudfur had a long labor and died as the bleeding didn’t cease.
Luckily, Breezepelt, with a patrol, found her moments before her last breath slipped away. Turtlekit (him), Mudkit, Hawkkit and Brackenkit.
Apprenticehood
Turtlepaw was happy with the senior Windclan warrior the leader had chosen to be his mentor. It was Leafnose, a graying tortoiseshell who had begun to show signs of blindness. At first, he was a hard working apprentice, living everyday for his two littermates who’d passed in the same leafbare their mother did. They were born weak and never recovered; actually, the whole clan was dealing with a multitude of failed litters. The grief seemed to constantly hang over camp.
Then, Turtlepaw’s brother died after a rat attack near Barley’s farm. Hawkpaw had been patrolling the border with his mentor, learning the dos-and-don’ts of the territory when it happened. Hawkpaw’s apprentice retired a few moons afterwards, still grieving the young she-cat and wishing he’d been able to save his first apprentice. Many liked to say he’d gone mad, believing he’d failed Windclan. Turtlepaw on the other hand began to learn Leafnose’s lessons very slowly, struggling to retain anything he’d learned during the day because his mind was constantly on his brother.
But luckily, he had a break through. He was assigned to a patrol that was to chase a wandering dog from the moor and Leafnose, who once was the fastest cat in the clan, was assigned to lead it to the attack party, but she had a hard time. Her weary legs weren’t young anymore and when Turtlepaw saw that she needed aid, he burst forward. Pumping his powerful, long legs and pressing his thin body close to the ground, he crossed the beast’s path and pulling its attention from Leafnose to himself. He saved her and helped drive the pet from his home.
Warriorhood
Later at camp, after the dog had been driven from the moor, the clan celebrated and their chorus of yowls rose almost violently as they called for a name change. It was clear; this young tabby was destined to be a great cat… And that he definitely wasn’t as slow as a turtle. It was then, Runningfoot’s life as a warrior began.
At first, it went well. He participated in as many patrols as he could, aiming to please Leafnose and let her know that he’d learned much of what she taught. The tortoiseshell she-cat didn’t hide her pride as she watched his earn respect from his fellow clanmates, though a few older warriors always reminded him that he was younger and belittled him whenever a senior warrior or the leader praised him. Leafnose instructed him not to listen to their words, but he’d take their words harshly.
One day, while on a long hunting trip to get away from a belittling Grasstail, he came across a loner lying among the tall grasses by the rise of Four Trees. The slender black cat was just over the boundary line in an abandoned badger den struggling to cat the fast rabbits that crossed her path. She was too weak to catch anything by herself as her strength began to ebb. It was then, he offered to help her – not turn her in to the ‘star. The loner, Trixy, graciously accepted the help because her desperation and belly didn’t allow her to say no.
“Runningfoot,” Leafnose’s snarp yowl came from across the moor. He’d been spotted handing over prey and by none other than his ex-mentor! He stammered to explain the situation, but she’d have nothing to hear about it. She returned him to camp and turned him in.
“I will accept any punishment,” he meowed evenly to the ‘star, his eyes steady though the rest of his shook with fear. He was a loyal Windclan cat! His loyalty shouldn’t be questioned! He was just trying to do what was right! “But, please allow me to lead her to Barley’s. She’s stronger now and the loner may be able to help her.”
Luckily, the leader relented and he was able to escort the black cat with a full patrol that included Leafnose. Afterwards, she retired to the elders’ den and wasn’t around all the times Runningfoot had proved his loyalty over and over again, but his actions had reached her ears. She died of greencough knowing he was a true Windclan.
Now that he’s older, his paws have cooled. He believes full-heartedly in the Warrior Code and Starclan. He may serve his clan now, but he is eager to hunt with his old friends in Silverpelt. Runningfoot is an old cat who’s loosing purpose; that has lost so much… One mustn’t blame him for this longing.
He is the last in his family; no kin. He has never chosen a mate nor had kits.
Runningfoot
Age:
34 moons.
Rank:
[Senior] Warrior
Allegiance:
Windclan
Picture:
Appearance:
Runningfoot is a sandy tabby with pale brown eyes and a noticeably deep scar on his shoulder from a rat attack; very handsome for a senior warrior of Windclan and though he’s slight in build with his spidery legs and slender body, he doesn’t back down from a fight with a larger cat. In fact, he uses his litheness to his advantage – his speed. This is how he had earned his name, because when he was an apprentice (then named Turtlepaw after his mother had spotted a small turtle in the river enjoying itself just before she kitted) he helped run a dog out of the territory. Turtlepaw was set with a patrol to help attack a dog, but when he saw his older clanmate struggling to keep out of the dog’s range, he sprang forward. Pumping his powerful, long legs and pressing his thin body close to the ground, he crossed the beast’s path and pulled its attention to himself.
Later at camp, the clan celebrated and told the leader of his bravery, calling for a name change. It was clear, this young tabby was destined to be a great warrior… And he definitely wasn’t as slow as a turtle!
Personality:
Runningfoot, when he was younger, was a big troublemaker since he always believed in following his heart. Though he didn’t always make the right decisions, he learned from his mistakes and cherished the memories. Once, while sneaking prey out to a starving loner after he’d earned his warrior name, he was caught by a clanmate. The other tom turned him in and Runningfoot understood for the first time that justice was important; that a cat should understand his boundaries and be loyal to his clan.
Now that he’s older, the warrior has hardened. No longer was he the free spirited tom everyone had once known. He now comprehended and depended on the Warrior Code, at times, seemingly following it blindly. But he’ll learn. He always learns.
Even so, he’s kind, loyal and has shown his bravery many times over. He’s quick to help his clanmates and even quicker to protect his clan.
History:
Kithood
He was born in the moor many, many moons ago. His mother Cloudfur, a pale tortoiseshell, was a young Windclan warrior when she found out she was pregnant with Breezepelt’s kits. His father, a dark tabby warrior, was more than surprised and overjoyed at the news. But doom was to befall the pair.
The pregnancy went wrong early and the slim queen struggled to carry the four kits in her belly. Breezepelt worried and fretted constantly, affecting his warrior duties since he was always hanging around the nursery than going on patrols and giving Cloudfur his share of prey…
As leafbare wore the grassy more, Cloudfur got sick with whitecough. Knowing she was to die soon and believing she was taking the kits with her, she slipped from camp to go off and join Starclan alone. At the river’s edge between Windclan and Riverclan, she sat, spotting a turtle swimming through the gentle current.
Mrrrow! Her cry of pain echoed through the thin, crisp air. She was kitting right then and she was unprepared!
Sadly, Cloudfur had a long labor and died as the bleeding didn’t cease.
Luckily, Breezepelt, with a patrol, found her moments before her last breath slipped away. Turtlekit (him), Mudkit, Hawkkit and Brackenkit.
Apprenticehood
Turtlepaw was happy with the senior Windclan warrior the leader had chosen to be his mentor. It was Leafnose, a graying tortoiseshell who had begun to show signs of blindness. At first, he was a hard working apprentice, living everyday for his two littermates who’d passed in the same leafbare their mother did. They were born weak and never recovered; actually, the whole clan was dealing with a multitude of failed litters. The grief seemed to constantly hang over camp.
Then, Turtlepaw’s brother died after a rat attack near Barley’s farm. Hawkpaw had been patrolling the border with his mentor, learning the dos-and-don’ts of the territory when it happened. Hawkpaw’s apprentice retired a few moons afterwards, still grieving the young she-cat and wishing he’d been able to save his first apprentice. Many liked to say he’d gone mad, believing he’d failed Windclan. Turtlepaw on the other hand began to learn Leafnose’s lessons very slowly, struggling to retain anything he’d learned during the day because his mind was constantly on his brother.
But luckily, he had a break through. He was assigned to a patrol that was to chase a wandering dog from the moor and Leafnose, who once was the fastest cat in the clan, was assigned to lead it to the attack party, but she had a hard time. Her weary legs weren’t young anymore and when Turtlepaw saw that she needed aid, he burst forward. Pumping his powerful, long legs and pressing his thin body close to the ground, he crossed the beast’s path and pulling its attention from Leafnose to himself. He saved her and helped drive the pet from his home.
Warriorhood
Later at camp, after the dog had been driven from the moor, the clan celebrated and their chorus of yowls rose almost violently as they called for a name change. It was clear; this young tabby was destined to be a great cat… And that he definitely wasn’t as slow as a turtle. It was then, Runningfoot’s life as a warrior began.
At first, it went well. He participated in as many patrols as he could, aiming to please Leafnose and let her know that he’d learned much of what she taught. The tortoiseshell she-cat didn’t hide her pride as she watched his earn respect from his fellow clanmates, though a few older warriors always reminded him that he was younger and belittled him whenever a senior warrior or the leader praised him. Leafnose instructed him not to listen to their words, but he’d take their words harshly.
One day, while on a long hunting trip to get away from a belittling Grasstail, he came across a loner lying among the tall grasses by the rise of Four Trees. The slender black cat was just over the boundary line in an abandoned badger den struggling to cat the fast rabbits that crossed her path. She was too weak to catch anything by herself as her strength began to ebb. It was then, he offered to help her – not turn her in to the ‘star. The loner, Trixy, graciously accepted the help because her desperation and belly didn’t allow her to say no.
“Runningfoot,” Leafnose’s snarp yowl came from across the moor. He’d been spotted handing over prey and by none other than his ex-mentor! He stammered to explain the situation, but she’d have nothing to hear about it. She returned him to camp and turned him in.
“I will accept any punishment,” he meowed evenly to the ‘star, his eyes steady though the rest of his shook with fear. He was a loyal Windclan cat! His loyalty shouldn’t be questioned! He was just trying to do what was right! “But, please allow me to lead her to Barley’s. She’s stronger now and the loner may be able to help her.”
Luckily, the leader relented and he was able to escort the black cat with a full patrol that included Leafnose. Afterwards, she retired to the elders’ den and wasn’t around all the times Runningfoot had proved his loyalty over and over again, but his actions had reached her ears. She died of greencough knowing he was a true Windclan.
Now that he’s older, his paws have cooled. He believes full-heartedly in the Warrior Code and Starclan. He may serve his clan now, but he is eager to hunt with his old friends in Silverpelt. Runningfoot is an old cat who’s loosing purpose; that has lost so much… One mustn’t blame him for this longing.
He is the last in his family; no kin. He has never chosen a mate nor had kits.
