Post by Mercia on Oct 22, 2015 3:14:31 GMT
Thistlestripe
the basics
Name || Thistlestripe
Age || 39 Moons
Gender || Tom
Clan || Rainclan
Rank || Warrior
Sexuality || Bisexual
the appearance
Short || Dark gray-blue tom with thick dark stripes and amber eyes
Overall || Thistlestripe is an average sized tom cat, a bit more slender than most but otherwise his shape and size is quite typical of a Rainclan cat. His fur is short and sleek though it happens to be thicker around his tail. He tries to keep his fur very well groomed and will often clean it multiple times a day. For the most part his pelt is a dark grayish-blue being lighter on his face, belly and parts of his tail but otherwise he is primarily one color with thick, darker gray stripes through the rest of it. He has a rounded face, short muzzle and amber eyes.
the personality
Caring || Determined
Temperamental || Ambitious
Overall || Thistlestripe is always trying to prove himself, each day he does his tasks diligently and quickly. He is often the first one to volunteer for a task while never shirking his duties.
He tends to overwork himself, he tirelessly hunts and trains until he is satisfied he can do no more. Sometimes he actually makes sure he gets enough sleep but more often than not he ends up tired. He doesn't know when to stop he just knows he has be better than anyone, he has to prove himself. He doesn't realize that he is starting to hurt himself this way.
He usually comes off as anti-social to most cats but in reality he can be fairly sweet. With an exception to his mother, he is usually kind and even caring to his clanmates though usually he can lay on his charm a bit too much in an attempt to get everyone to like him. He tries to be nicest to apprentices, hoping to get his own one day. He enjoys casual conversations though he does tend to use his sharp tongue when irritated and can be rude unknowingly when gossiping.
He is short tempered, he doesn't like to take orders from just anyone and will often charge ahead and not think clearly. He is quick to judge and quick to fight. Many cats will meet his sharp tongue and bad temper if he is in a foul mood.
He can be easily offended, he doesn't like to be negatively talked about and stresses about what others think of him though he pretends he doesn't care.
When Thistlestripe is being genuine, its shown that he truly wants the approval of his clanmates and loyal friends. He is fiercely protective of the ones he cares about, terrified of loss, and he can even be charming and pleasant to be around if he is around cats he finds pleasant. He even likes to goof around a bit, but usually he is too busy trying to reach his ambitions and absorbed in his jealously to let himself be relaxed and carefree
the history
Father || Unknown loner
Mother || Grayheart [Deceased]
Siblings || One sister [Will be up or adoption]
Former Mentors || Whitewhisker [deceased]
Current Apprentice || None
Overall History || As a kit it would seem that Thistlekit would grow up to be happy and strong. He was playful, got along with his sister and was known to closely follow his mother everywhere. He rarely ever wanted to leave her side, even if he got mocked for it.
He and his sibling were just barely getting use to their legs when their lives changed forever. It wasn't even a good change, they were not becoming apprentices for they still had many moons to go for that. It was the day he learned he was not quite fully Rainclan. When he began to learn he would never be quite good enough. His mother was caught by warriors from her own clan, she was found meeting her mate, his father. His father was not a clan cat, he was a loner.
For the time being their mother Grayheart was separated from them as the clan decided what to do with her.
At the time he didn't quite understand, he just knew he wanted his mother back and not this stranger in the nursery who was now in charge to watch them.
When he became an apprentice he knew something was wrong, many of his clanmates treated him and his sister with distaste and he would hear many of the cruel words they spoke under their breaths. Thistlepaw thought his clan hated him, for awhile he remained quiet and meek. Speaking only when spoken too and refusing to socialize with any other apprentices.
Whitewhisker helped him though when he was training, taught him to see past the scorn and for him to do his best.
His mentor taught him that when he failed to keep trying, it wasn't long before he started exceed the expectations meant for him and learn even more advanced fighting techniques for his age. If the clan didn't like Thistlepaw's blood he would prove to them he belong here by shedding other clan's blood, no matter what that cost was to him.
As time passed he noticed his mother had never truly been punished for her crime, she had been briefly banished from he duties and not allowed to sleep in any dens but slowly the clan grew to let her be a Warrior again, in time the longer was forgotten.
This irritated Thistlepaw, he couldn't understand why she was forgiven so quickly and why he had to suffer for what his father was. He ignored his mother even as he went through he warrior ceremony receiving the name Thistlestripe, as Grayheart approached him to congratulate him he had turned his back on her and never opened his mouth once.
When his old mentor Whitewhisker had died Thistlestripe briefly went back to his shell, hiding away from his clanmates. Whitewhisker was the closest thing he had to a father and without his mother his mentor had been a sole parental figure. For a long time he went through camp like a ghost, barely eating or even sleeping. It was at this time he became gravely ill, a young warrior clinging to life as whitecough began to turn to greencough just at the beginning at Leaf-bare. He was terrified, not only did he not want to die from a disease he didn't want to spread the rest of it to his clan. He knew how contagious it could be but despite this and the Medicine cat's warnings his mother came to him at his worse. Attempting to help in any way she can.
He still hated her, he hated for how welcomed she was for how she tried to help. She was a warrior not a healer! However, he did start to get better and as his strength grew once again he knew that after this he wasn't going to mope around camp. If he wanted something done he would have to do it himself.
When he was well again he immediately went back to his duties, it did not seem that Grayheart would return to hers though. In her time at the Medicine cat's den she had fallen ill with Greencough and while she was strong herself catching it in the middle of leaf-bare where there were few herbs ended being her undoing. After several bouts fighting the disease she died before she ever saw new-leaf. Thistlestripe does not know how to feel about her death, he still speaks rather coldly of her but often refuses to even mention her anymore.
He had a brief romance with a Sunclan cat named Gorsewhisper, he fell hard and fast for her and for a long time he neglected his duties as a Warrior to go see her. When he was told she was pregnant he had stood stunned until she left across the border. He had froze, in his slowness to react he had wanted to ask her to join his clan but the words never tumbled out of his mouth before she was gone.
Now he lives in fear of being found out in his clan that he had fathered half-clan kits, he keeps silent for not wanting to be banished from his home.
the roleplayer
Alias || Mercia
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