Post by Talonheart on Jan 26, 2015 6:12:17 GMT
BASIC
Name:
Gender: Tom.
Natural Scent: Honey Milk.
Age: 20 Moons.
Breed: Bombay x Snowshoe
Faith: Starclan
RELATIONS
Friendship
+Acquainted: Foxpaw, Ruesplash, Yellowstone, Sootkit, Featherstar.
+Close to: -
+Friends: -
Mateship
+Eyes on: Shadowclaw (BreezeClan)
+Holds dearly: Shadowclaw (BreezeClan)
+Mated: -
+Kits: -
Family
+Sire: Falconclaw
+Dam: Songflower
+Kin:
CLAN
Clan: Breezeclan
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice: -
Mentor: Lightpelt
Leader: Featherstar
Deputy: Whitebelly
PERSONAL
Appearance:
Large and slim-built, perfect figure for hunting in the Breezeclan territory; very agile. He has large claws that help grip onto his prey. Making him a supreme hunter.
Personality:
Talonheart is your neighborhood idiot.
He really is a goofy fun-loving Tom-cat. Talon is peaceful and lives to help others out when in need.
Strengths:
+He gets along well with others and is very cooperative.
+Hunting is like his second custom.
Weaknesses:
-He is easily taken advantage of because of his caring nature, Talon is often unaware of an others ill-willed intentions; His judgments are often clouded by this trait.
-Kits, and lots of them.
NAME
Talon: After birth, Songflower and Falconclaw had no trouble naming the little kit.
As the tom was born, he was equipped with unusually large claws protruding from his soft cream paws. Falconclaw noticed the similarities between Talon's paw and a hawks claws. Thus the name Talonkit was necessary.
Heart: He recieved the name Heart from the prior leader Acornstar. The clan had known of Talon's friendly and affectionate ways also of his crazy hunting skills.
'For your name maybe fierce and brute, but your heart is soft and kind. I want your name to display both of what you are capable of... May StarClan look down on you Talonheart'
Talonkit was born accompanied by one; his mother had told him once, even though he knew it hurt her deeply.
Songflower and Falconclaw loved each other dearly. Even as kits the pair were attached at the hip, not leaving each other's side. by the time they grew older and completed their warrior training they knew they were very deep in love with each other. It was finally time for the pair to have kits.
Falconclaw would worship his mate's beautiful pregnated belly full aware those kits were made from love and as soon as they were born would be terribly cared for and spoilt.
Only weeks before the birth, Songflower took some time to stretch out her paws she had grown frustrated by the lack of exercise whilst roaming around camp or lazing her days away.
Song was unaware that decision would haunt her for the rest of her moons.
She walked carefully throughout the territory, not straying any further then the eye can see.
Unfortunately for the pregnant she-cat a wild boar had a similar idea, although this boar was hardly pleased with the she-cat's presence at all. Before Songflower could even get out the way or even counter the boar it had already rammed her side, hard. The Queen cursed in pain and fell to her side. Song was lucky a warrior patrol was there to save her before the boar could deal another blow to the wounded cat, or else she would not have had the privilege of life any longer.
Before the clan knew it, Songflower was in labour, everyone was very excited for the birth. After barely even 2 hours she had felt the push, which was abnormal in such a short time of labour.
Two little kits exited her womb; twins they were. One was a beautiful little female, only a shade lighter then the darker male. Songflower looked over expecting two little bundles of joy, only to see 2 lifeless kits.
She burst into tears, wailing and cursing at herself for being a terrible mother.
A medicine cat quickly heard the ruckus and began rubbing the kits with some warm moss, shaking them to life. After 10 minutes of this non-stop procedure, the cat had given up, leaving Songflower and Falconclaw in despair of their loss.
Songflower requested time alone with the two. She licked the cold little ones in silence, reflecting on her prior stupidity. Oh how beautiful they were, how silent they- As she was grooming the pair she heard a faint mew from one of the kits.
"What? It can't be!"
"Song what is it darling?"
"Falcon, one of the kits are alive!"
TBA
TBA
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