Thistleclaw || Tom || WC || Warrior Apr 11, 2012 22:16:15 GMT -6
Post by Shizuka on Apr 11, 2012 22:16:15 GMT -6
Amidst the passing time, a twinkling and ephemeral sparkling
I'm a believer that keeps walking, to carve his memories of it into the world
Having dreams that no one else can, I cast aside the things I don't need
Feelings that I won't surrender reside in my heart
There is still a gap between ideals and reality, even though the shackles of sacrifice prevent my feet from moving
I can't suppress the overflowing urge, because my heart is very wanting
"Lies", "fear", "emptiness", "grief", I'm not so weak that I'm
Gripped by all these kinds of negativities, I'm a trickster who knows no solitude
Flocks of buildings stab into the night sky, look up to the sky in which I can't see any stars
I ask myself "aren't you lost?"
The city is smeared with overflowing things
It's not something that's unrealistic
At the end of the road that connects us to the future, I want to see what I've got in my hand
Closing my eyes, I float on the sea of my senses, and envision it
The day that I have my ideals within my grasp
It's accepted in this world that "righteousness" has it's limits; and withering is foolishly the same way
Something that no one else has, toward a crystallization called "myself"
Piercing through simplicity, one day it will change into reality
I want to continue to obstinately believe, it's just my faith. The absolute truth.
Amidst the passing time, a twinkling and ephemeral sparkling
I'm a believer that keeps walking, to carve his memories of it into the world--BASICS--
Thistlekit, Thistlepaw, Thistleclaw
Gender :: Tom
Age :: 32 moons
Description :: Dark gray tabby tom with pale green eyes
Alliance :: Windclan
Position :: Warrior--PHYSIQUE--
AppearanceThe first thing you will notice about Thistleclaw is his tall build, giving his very mature, stern and serious features an even more elevated look. Standing proud and tall on his long, flexible limbs, there's no mistaking that he is of Windclan blood. The way he holds his head and tail may seem intimidating at first, but a mature and serious facial expression is all that really is intimidating about him, while seeming even more intimidating due to his height. However, after you've taken your first look at him, you realize that he's just your typical dark cinnamon/gray tabby tom, his nose, toes, and back of ears flecked with a tinge of chestnut brown.
AbilitiesObviously, Thistleclaw is very fast. His physique will immediately remind you of a cheetah, and he lives up to the image well. With powerful lungs, and long, yet strong legs, so well muscled for hard core sprinting, he excels as a true runner. His stamina is average, but it is in the durability area that he lacks in. Naturally, as a runner, he has little need for the extra weight, including that which comes in the form of muscle, therefore he does not do well in a battle of strength. And as mature and calm as he is, he has the wits to go with it all and back it up.--PERSONALITY--
Likes :: border patrolling, taking walks in the afternoon
Loves :: Running, racing, sprinting, running into battle, hunting, the thrill of the wind on his resistant pelt
Hates :: cold, the heat which gives him a hard time due to his dark pelt
Fears :: Permanent injury
Flaws :: As calm and mature as he is, he still has his deep flaws. Thistlestrike sometimes can be "too calm and serious", leading him to harden his emotions and show only a cold, emotionless exteriorThistleclaw is more or less one of those "cool" and "mature" characters who doesn't say much. But if you pester him into talking, you'll probably just have a very annoyed cat on your hands. He doesn't like opening up to others, even those from within his clan. The only one he really has opened up to is his younger brother, tall, but not as tall as himself. But Thistleclaw's habit of refraining from ever saying anything seriously threatens have him leading a dull life, if it weren't for his brother, the only one who can ever get him to do much of his own will and freedom. Thistleclaw, a loyal cat down to the last drop of warrior blood, will do everything the leader and deputy of Windclan tells him to, without question or comment, so he can certainly be trusted to follow orders and see to it that a job, no matter how important, gets done.
But when those of lessor rank than him, such as new warriors, apprentices, kits, and even queens, try to say anything to him, you can't be sure whether he even heard them, and if he did, you can't be sure whether he's gonna consider it at all. He won't disrespect elders, but he still won't acknowledge them much, which gets him quickly on their bad side. In fact, he tends to lose friends as quickly as he gains them, not of his doing, because when others talk to him, sometimes he might just walk away with out batting an ear, leaving them still talking mid-sentence.
The few who have ever seen him smile are his mother and brother, and even then he has only smiled a few times, playing with his brother or being cuddled by his mother as a kit. It's hard to know what's going on in this cool tom's head. He's had she-cats running up to him as quickly as they run away hissing, without having ever said a word or shown any emotions about it.--HISTORY--
Kin :: Younger brother Stormheart; Although he doesn't usually open up very often, he is actually quite close with his younger brother, and he will sometimes even open up to his younger brother.
HistoryThistleclaw was a calm, quiet tom even as a kit. But it was those innocent days that were the few times that he ever smiled: when his mother was giving him a bath as she told him how one day he was going to grow up big and strong with his brother, and become the coolest warrior in Windclan, and when he and his brother play-fighted together, and he won. He wasn't close with his father, but from afar, he admired his father, a tall, dark gray tabby like himself, handsome and strong.
It was during his apprentice days that his mother was killed, chased by a sheep-dog over into the Gorge. He had been playing with his brother in the camp when the warriors returned with his mother's body. Some say that ever since then was when Thistleclaw stopped showing any emotion or speaking aloud.