Post by Wolf on Jul 31, 2013 23:17:55 GMT
Lionheart
Lion because of his loud meows as a kit, and heart for valiant efforts in battle.
DESCRIPTION
Lionheart is easily recognizeable for his tell-tale feature - the scar. With a vivid scar coming down so close to his left eye, it's no wonder that it would be the mark of his past. The scar itself is ragged and easily seen from a distance. It cuts so close to the outer part of his left eye that his peripheral vision is half of what it used to be on that side. His eyes themselves are a very pretty teal that look a shade of green in the shade. They're big but often found in a half-open glare as he survey's his surroundings. Lionheart's ears are tall and pointed, often swiveling toward whatever sound he's focused on. His whiskers are long and white next to his nose of a darker, rosier red color. His teeth aren't the whitest (what cat's are?), but they are sharp and have seen battles themselves with one or two holding a chip.
Past Lionheart's face is his muscular figure. Not one for chasing rabbits down, Lionheart was built to take down other warriors. Now he's no big dumb jerk looking for the next fight, but his muscles are well enough to take on most cats. Lionheart stands at an average size for a male cat of his Clan. His muscles allow him to climb trees well enough and catch birds from the tops of them. His claws are strong and sturdy and one of his best bets in battle other than muscles. His weaknesses are toward quick cats, though, because he was never very fast even in training. A good blow to the right spot on the right cat gives him the upper paw anyway.
Lionheart's pelt is a silver gray and his tabby markings aren't very prominent except closer to his face and his legs for his back is mostly the silver-gray in color. His fur is short, which keeps him cool in the summer, but positiviely freezing in the winter months. His tail is long and thin, and wonderful to use for balancing high in the trees.
Past Lionheart's face is his muscular figure. Not one for chasing rabbits down, Lionheart was built to take down other warriors. Now he's no big dumb jerk looking for the next fight, but his muscles are well enough to take on most cats. Lionheart stands at an average size for a male cat of his Clan. His muscles allow him to climb trees well enough and catch birds from the tops of them. His claws are strong and sturdy and one of his best bets in battle other than muscles. His weaknesses are toward quick cats, though, because he was never very fast even in training. A good blow to the right spot on the right cat gives him the upper paw anyway.
Lionheart's pelt is a silver gray and his tabby markings aren't very prominent except closer to his face and his legs for his back is mostly the silver-gray in color. His fur is short, which keeps him cool in the summer, but positiviely freezing in the winter months. His tail is long and thin, and wonderful to use for balancing high in the trees.
PERSONALITY
Lionheart is known first and foremost for his calm demeanor. Even amidst crisis, he's learned to just stay cool and collected. In confrontations, his voice stays normal, but his tone can become icy. And for Lionheart it's always been a good way to impress clanmates and piss off enemies that are hissing his way.
Easy-going is also another good word to describe Lionheart as he kind of just takes whatever is thrown at him and goes from there. After the death of his brother, he deflected everything for awhile and kind of just followed whatever was going on at the time, always in thought over what he could have done differently. The easy-goingness came shortly after his grieving ended where he decided to deal with things as they came to him, not as he looked to go to them.
Because Lionheart is always very calm and collected, he has also adapted a quiet nature when he's around a lot of cats at once. He'll listen well and give input here and there, but mostly he isn't very talkative unless it's just him and one or two others. And because of his past, he is also very reserved about his personal details in his life. This goes hand in hand with being quiet. If he doesn't have to speak a lot, he doesn't have to tell a lot.
Lastly, Lionheart here is very courageous. Putting his Clan before himself for such a long time now has made him come to face fearful things all the time. Jumping into water to save another cat, jumping into battle to save another's life, putting himself in the way of a badger before it can get to a kit - he'll do anything to protect his Clan, and even strangers on occasion. Mostly as an excuse to be able to die and go be with his brother - but he hasn't gone yet, and he thinks something in his life must have a greater purpose than he realizes.
Easy-going is also another good word to describe Lionheart as he kind of just takes whatever is thrown at him and goes from there. After the death of his brother, he deflected everything for awhile and kind of just followed whatever was going on at the time, always in thought over what he could have done differently. The easy-goingness came shortly after his grieving ended where he decided to deal with things as they came to him, not as he looked to go to them.
Because Lionheart is always very calm and collected, he has also adapted a quiet nature when he's around a lot of cats at once. He'll listen well and give input here and there, but mostly he isn't very talkative unless it's just him and one or two others. And because of his past, he is also very reserved about his personal details in his life. This goes hand in hand with being quiet. If he doesn't have to speak a lot, he doesn't have to tell a lot.
Lastly, Lionheart here is very courageous. Putting his Clan before himself for such a long time now has made him come to face fearful things all the time. Jumping into water to save another cat, jumping into battle to save another's life, putting himself in the way of a badger before it can get to a kit - he'll do anything to protect his Clan, and even strangers on occasion. Mostly as an excuse to be able to die and go be with his brother - but he hasn't gone yet, and he thinks something in his life must have a greater purpose than he realizes.
HISTORY
Lionkit and his brother Owlkit were born the night of a Gathering where their Clan's tribute won the battle held that night, and not only was it lucky for their Clan to win, but it was lucky for their tribute to win so he could get home to see his new kits. That's right, Lionkit and Owlkit's father, Graytail, a large all-white tom with a dark gray tail, was their father. He and their mother, Foxwhisker, a red tabby with surprisingly black whiskers, were paired simply for their good traits and thus Lionkit and Owlkit were born. Lionkit was named for his loud mews as a kit and Owlkit was named for his really big eyes. They were both born tabby cats, Lionkit silver and Owlkit brown, with naturally muscular builds. They grew together, wrestled together, and were basically inseparable.
Even as they became Lionpath and Owlpath, they constantly manipulated their mentors into getting them to go hunting together, training together, and learning together. They were close brothers, but each had their differences. Lionpath was better at climbing and Owlpath was faster at running, but they loved to challenge each other to do better. All in all, their mentors didn't mind so much when they trained together, as they pushed each other just as much as their mentors pushed them individually.
But their luck from the night they were born had to run out sometime.
Not long before Lionpath and Owlpath could become warriors, they accompanied their Clan to the Gathering one moon. PineClan hadn't lost the tribute battle at the Gathering since before Lionpath and Owlpath were born. But this fateful night called in a little surprise BoneClan must have been planning. Their tribute for that night was the first to die, bringing misfortune to their Clan for the whole next moon. Lionpath and Owlpath were miserable, hungry, and woe overtook them sun after sun as more tough obstacles seemed to be blocking their way to the next Gathering.
It was on a patrol to the RockClan that would change Lionpath's life, though.
It was a sunny day and Lionpath, Owlpath, and a few warriors were on patrol. All of them were hungry and keeping a look out for prey on their side of the border with RockClan at the time. When they crossed paths with a RockClan patrol though, Lionpath could feel the churning in his stomach he got when he could feel a fight coming on. Harsh words were exchanged, and although their PineClan patrol outnumbered RockClan's, the battle that ensued was hard because of how weak this moon had made PineClan.
Lionpath fought bravely. He and Owlpath were a tag-team duo, but the one moment they were separated was the moment Lionpath would regret for the rest of his existance. As Lionpath took on a RockClan warrior that was bigger than him, he didn't notice right away that Owlpath was being brutally attacked by two, an apprentice and what was assumed to be that cat's mentor. After Lionpath stunned his opponent for a moment, he saw Owlpath beaten down on the ground, not trying to fight back, but rather defend himself long enough to get out of there. But these two cats were ruthless. Lionpath tried to bound into action, but his previous attacker caught him midway to his brother's rescue. With a cry escaping, Lionpath watched his brother's big owl-like eyes squeeze tight as the apprentice's mentor delivered what would be the killing blow.
The rest of the battle was a blur. Lionpath went crazy. He gave more than one cat a good scar to remember him by in his chaotic path through the battle and his clanmates eventually forced the RockClan cats to retreat. But it was too late for Owlpath. Lionpath got to his brother just in time to lock eyes as Owlpath took his last breath. The howl of grief that left the young Lionpath at that battlefield was something none of the surrounding warriors would forget. Lionpath and them returned to camp with a broken Owlpath, Lionpath's one eye all blooded on the outside curve of it. After his wounds being attended to, his clan sent Owlpath's spirit on and dubbed Lionpath into Lionheart - for his valiant acts of courage at that days battle. The vigil Lionheart held that night was not only for becoming a warrior, but for his brother, whose soul he hoped would rest well.
For many moons Lionheart did nothing but just daily work. He helped all around. Hunting, patroling, - even catching herbs for the medicine cat. He rarely spoke, and when he did it was because he was spoken to. He kept to himself in a corner of the camp were no one would bother him. He would leave to hunt and be gone for long periods of time, often sitting in a tree with his thoughts long enough for a bird to land next to him and that would be his prey.
It was after being chosen as a tribute for a Gathering that Lionheart began to speak more. Something in him flickered that night as he fought for his Clan's good health for a moon. And he didn't die; he didn't die and he felt the victory in his soul. It enlightened him, it made him feel useful for the first time since Owlpath's death. And from that night onward, he felt that the only reason he should live was to keep his Clan alive until he death. Forget power, forget a full belly, and forget love. Lionheart's only goal was his Clan's well-being.
For moons he made it known that he was a proud PineClan warrior and that his Clan would always be his first priority. His scar left from the battle of Owlpath's death on the outside corner of his eye was prominent and let him be known through other Clans beside his own. He was a PineClan warrior and he would be damned if anyone shamed him for it. And it was many, many moons after he had fallen into the habit of putting everyone before himself that he was chosen as a deputy next to PineClan's leader. He wasn't sure that he was the right cat for it, and he still isn't sure, but he figured that maybe life, maybe BoneClan had a little something in store for him down the road.
Even as they became Lionpath and Owlpath, they constantly manipulated their mentors into getting them to go hunting together, training together, and learning together. They were close brothers, but each had their differences. Lionpath was better at climbing and Owlpath was faster at running, but they loved to challenge each other to do better. All in all, their mentors didn't mind so much when they trained together, as they pushed each other just as much as their mentors pushed them individually.
But their luck from the night they were born had to run out sometime.
Not long before Lionpath and Owlpath could become warriors, they accompanied their Clan to the Gathering one moon. PineClan hadn't lost the tribute battle at the Gathering since before Lionpath and Owlpath were born. But this fateful night called in a little surprise BoneClan must have been planning. Their tribute for that night was the first to die, bringing misfortune to their Clan for the whole next moon. Lionpath and Owlpath were miserable, hungry, and woe overtook them sun after sun as more tough obstacles seemed to be blocking their way to the next Gathering.
It was on a patrol to the RockClan that would change Lionpath's life, though.
It was a sunny day and Lionpath, Owlpath, and a few warriors were on patrol. All of them were hungry and keeping a look out for prey on their side of the border with RockClan at the time. When they crossed paths with a RockClan patrol though, Lionpath could feel the churning in his stomach he got when he could feel a fight coming on. Harsh words were exchanged, and although their PineClan patrol outnumbered RockClan's, the battle that ensued was hard because of how weak this moon had made PineClan.
Lionpath fought bravely. He and Owlpath were a tag-team duo, but the one moment they were separated was the moment Lionpath would regret for the rest of his existance. As Lionpath took on a RockClan warrior that was bigger than him, he didn't notice right away that Owlpath was being brutally attacked by two, an apprentice and what was assumed to be that cat's mentor. After Lionpath stunned his opponent for a moment, he saw Owlpath beaten down on the ground, not trying to fight back, but rather defend himself long enough to get out of there. But these two cats were ruthless. Lionpath tried to bound into action, but his previous attacker caught him midway to his brother's rescue. With a cry escaping, Lionpath watched his brother's big owl-like eyes squeeze tight as the apprentice's mentor delivered what would be the killing blow.
The rest of the battle was a blur. Lionpath went crazy. He gave more than one cat a good scar to remember him by in his chaotic path through the battle and his clanmates eventually forced the RockClan cats to retreat. But it was too late for Owlpath. Lionpath got to his brother just in time to lock eyes as Owlpath took his last breath. The howl of grief that left the young Lionpath at that battlefield was something none of the surrounding warriors would forget. Lionpath and them returned to camp with a broken Owlpath, Lionpath's one eye all blooded on the outside curve of it. After his wounds being attended to, his clan sent Owlpath's spirit on and dubbed Lionpath into Lionheart - for his valiant acts of courage at that days battle. The vigil Lionheart held that night was not only for becoming a warrior, but for his brother, whose soul he hoped would rest well.
For many moons Lionheart did nothing but just daily work. He helped all around. Hunting, patroling, - even catching herbs for the medicine cat. He rarely spoke, and when he did it was because he was spoken to. He kept to himself in a corner of the camp were no one would bother him. He would leave to hunt and be gone for long periods of time, often sitting in a tree with his thoughts long enough for a bird to land next to him and that would be his prey.
It was after being chosen as a tribute for a Gathering that Lionheart began to speak more. Something in him flickered that night as he fought for his Clan's good health for a moon. And he didn't die; he didn't die and he felt the victory in his soul. It enlightened him, it made him feel useful for the first time since Owlpath's death. And from that night onward, he felt that the only reason he should live was to keep his Clan alive until he death. Forget power, forget a full belly, and forget love. Lionheart's only goal was his Clan's well-being.
For moons he made it known that he was a proud PineClan warrior and that his Clan would always be his first priority. His scar left from the battle of Owlpath's death on the outside corner of his eye was prominent and let him be known through other Clans beside his own. He was a PineClan warrior and he would be damned if anyone shamed him for it. And it was many, many moons after he had fallen into the habit of putting everyone before himself that he was chosen as a deputy next to PineClan's leader. He wasn't sure that he was the right cat for it, and he still isn't sure, but he figured that maybe life, maybe BoneClan had a little something in store for him down the road.
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