Post by spottedpelt on Mar 30, 2014 2:56:26 GMT
[Basics]
| Name: Cloudberry |
| Gender: Tom | Age: 15 Moons |
| Clan: Thunderclan | Rank: Warrior |
[Relations]
| Mother: Squirrelwhisker | Father: Cliffclaw |
| Littermates: Hollybird |
| Mentor: Hawkwing | Apprentice: Redpaw |
| Interest: Laurelsky | Kits: N/A |
| Friends: -open- | Foes: -open- |
[Appearance]
Summary: A huge fluffy brown tom with a white underbelly, legs and tail tip. His fur is an array of browns and red highlights.
Eyes: His eyes are a startling shade of yellow with a vivid and bright hue. His gaze can be as soft and gentle as the rising sun or as fierce and blazing as a raging fire. He's not afraid to hide his true emotions and so his eyes will express every thought and feeling that goes through him. Every glance he takes is full of passion and spirit, to the point when it may be a bit overwhelming or unsettling.
Pelt: His semi-long double layered pelt is remarkably thick and fluffy, particularly around his shoulder, neck, chest and tail. His underbelly and legs are pure white along with the tip of his long bushy tail. His fur is brown with much darker brown classic tabby markings, though there are many different shades of browns and a few reds speckled along his body, giving him a blended hue which allows him to camoflague very well within the clan's forested territory. Because of his thick heavy coat the heat causes him a great deal of greif but it's water that is his real enemy, for if he was to ever get wet he will be weighed down considerably which can cause him to sink if ever submerged.
Built: He is of a considerable size, with his fur adding an additional effect. His legs are long and sturdy and his back seems to be nothing but bulk and fur. His hind end, shoulders and neck are stiff with muscle. He is a powerfully built tom, but as fast as his strikes can be, he is actually a very slow runner both in overall speed and agility. His size also makes his endurance rather low, as it weighs him down and makes moving around difficult and strained. He is best suited in battle, particularly in short fights.
[Personality]
Fears: He fears dogs, though it's not so much so that it causes him to lose sleep, it's still the last best he'd ever want to face in battle. What terrifies him the most is the thought that he may lose someone dear to him; this is a fear that manipulate him and cause him a lot of distress.
Goals: He's once thought about becoming the Deputy but as the moons came and went he outgrew that desire, but he still holds a glimmer of ambition toward it; he subconsciously strives to impress his superior Warriors in hopes to gain their respect and stand out among them.
Likes: Since he was an older apprentice he's always had a weakness for she-cats and he will often leap boulders to please them; he seeks out a potential mate in each Thunderclan she-cat. He loves to train and feel his muscles burn, he also loves relaxing in the sun or dappled shade. He prefers mid-day, where everything is usually the most active and alive and New leaf is his favorite season. His favorite freshkill are birds, especially crows.
Dislikes: He hates seeing anyone upset, even those from another clan, but what bothers him the most is seeing things that go against his morals; anything unfair or unjust. He doesn't like the rain and how heavy it makes his fur and getting dirt is always a real pain for him since it means he would have to groom. There's no time of day or season that he really hates. His least favorite freshkill is fish, when even the scent of it can make him gag.
General: Dogs unsettle him but other than that, he's always ready to fight and is very keen on joining in a battle, however he won't be so thrilled at the mention of a fight that seems wrong to him. He's not very good at grooming and so he avoids getting wet or dirty, though it doesn't hinder him in his duties. He loves to please and impress she-cats and is always keeping an eye out for someone special. He can be thick-headed at times but he's actually quite cunning and sharp.
[History]
Background: His mother was always the very reserved feline, where as his father was not; he had many mates but never settled down and had kits with any of them until he finally choose Squirrelwhisker, who he discovered was his one and true love. Squirrelwhisker was a quiet and mature Warrior who rarely spoke and even rarely voiced her innermost thoughts or feelings. No cat could be sure if she truly loved her mate or not, but most feel that she must have for she had his kits not two moons after they got together.
Kithood: Cloudkit was born with a little sister not too far behind him and he was named after his fluffy fur, especially the white fur on his belly which gave his parents the impression of their son riding on a cloud. He and his sister were raised with the love and devotion. Cliffclaw was a talented Warrior and an excellent father, who taught his kits life lessons and morals as well as how to have fun. Their mother was a practical Queen and she always made sure her kits understood important matters, such as how to escape the camp in case of dire emergencies and how to rely on their instincts. Cloudkit and his sister were given many lessons but they often dismissed them, absorbed in their own world.
Apprenticeship: He was more proud than any day he could remember but he felt more pleased with his sister's joy than his own when they made Apprentices. His mentor was a talented and devoted tom, called Hawkwing and Cloudpaw learned a great deal from him. He felt compelled to be the best Apprentice he could be; always hanging onto every lesson and every word. However, an accident occurred not to long after his ceremony and he watched in horror as his sister nearly drowned. It was that day when he realized he couldn't swim, and it was his mother who dragged him out. Luckily his sister was saved by their father, who happened to be near by. He was determined more than ever to get better, so that he would never feel useless again.
Warrior moons: He grew into a large gentle-tom with power and was known by most as a tom with extraordinary fighting skills, so it seemed a bit strange that he was named Cloudberry, but he was also known for having a clear and understanding mind, who was helpful and considerate. Not two moons after his ceremony he helped his former mentor fight off a dog in an effort to save the Medicine Cat, Fawndapple, but their efforts failed and she passed. He sustained a lot of damage and during his time in the Medicine Den, he found himself drawn to the last Medicine Cat, Laurelsky.
[Other]
Social Standings/Skill: He has few skills other than his battle-ready body, sharp skills and quick wit, though his unending dedication is admirable. He is a trustworthy and dependable tom, though he is the type who will go into a badger's lair if it meant impressing a she-cat. Sometimes he is so caught up in pleasing she-cats that he doesn't realize how it may annoy the other toms.
Voice: His voice is as deep as distant thunder rolling through the sky, though his is not the sound that generally comes across as fearful, at least not unless he's mad. He can be loud and even deafening but most of the time his words are slow and lax with a gentle softness to them.
Scent: Like all his clanmates, he smells like Thunderclan, but beneath that his scent is sharp brisk and powerful, much like sage. His smell is so powerful that one would think he just rolled in a patch of garlic, which unfortunately is not something most she-cats are drawn to, so he is often finding ways to mask it.
Origin: His name is one borrowed from the tv series Watership Down. Though not one from a character, it was mentioned and I became attached to it.
Note: *As a Roleplay with him, his profile may experience some change. ;3
[RP Sample]
A young fluffy tom padded along through the night, following a line of other cats as they made their way to the Hot Springs... so that they may speak with Starclan. Cloudpaw swallowed with a bit of nervous apprehension as he glanced to the dark sky above them. He would speak to those cats... those powerful Warriors who lived among the moon and hunted through the clouds.
He flinched when he suddenly realized that there was mist all around him but then his ears shot straight up in embarrassment; it wasn't mist or fog... it was steam! He remembered the stories the elders told him, but he never thought it would be like this! How odd.
Cloudpaw glanced around him, suddenly anxious that he couldn't see too well. Than he bristled his pelt when he suddenly felt heat all around him. His eyes widened and he glanced down at his paws. It was so warm! He felt as if he could lie down and ease all his troubles away.
He looked up and was surprised to see that they were there already. He wiggled his tail in shy embarrassment when he noticed that he hadn't heard a word that any cat said, but thankfully they didn't seem to notice. Instead they began the preparations to speak to their ancestors.
The young Apprentice watched with a curious gaze and imitated their actions. He laid down and tried to let sleep take him, but he was uncertain... this was all just so strange... how could he really go to Starclan? How could this... this... but found himself too tired to even think anymore. Everything felt so warm and pleasant... even the steam, however much it itched and crawled through his fur, felt nice, like his mothers pelt wrapped around him.
He woke up with a start and looked around but he could see nothing through all the steam. He frowned with lowered ears. Had he not gotten the chance to speak to his ancestors? Or did they simply not want to talk to him. He sighed and looked around but then bristled when he saw that he was alone.
With an alarmed yowl he leaped up and raced around but found no one. What-? What was this? He then realized that he must be in Starclan...
"Hello?" He called out with an uneasy voice. "Is anyone there?" His words seemed to echo around him yet carry on far off in the distance... he perked his ears and heard whispers. "Wait! Wait please! I want to ask you something! I need your help!" He was instantly running, trying to pinpoint those whispers, but he couldn't get close to them or even locate their source. It was like they were all around him yet no where.
"Please..." Cloudpaw begged, his head lowered in defeat. "If you can hear me... I want you to make me stronger. I want to be able to climb the highest point in the world and swim the deepest waters! I want to be the strongest and fastest cat alive! I want to be clever and feel no fear! I want to be able to do anything!" He paused but all around him was silent.
"Please! I know you saw what happened a few days ago! My sister she... she almost drowned... and it was my fault! It was all my fault!" He yowled, his voice hitching as a sob lodged in his throat. "I should have stopped her! But I didn't... and I wasn't even strong enough to save her! If my dad didn't show up when he did... she would have... d-... d-..."
He tried to fight back his tears as sadness and despair flooded through him. "I felt so weak... so helpless... so useless. There was nothing I could do... and I don't ever want to feel that way again!" Finally his tears fell, dripping slowly down his muzzle and off the tip of his nose. He sobbed and shuddered looking around him.
"Won't you at least talk to me?! Aren't you supposed to help me?!" He screamed so loud that it hurt his own ears, but it was no use. Somehow he knew he wouldn't see them. He crumbled down and sobbed into his forelegs. He felt so alone... so very alone.
