INFORMATION
Age: 34 Moons Gender: Male Rank: Warrior Fur: Long Hair Colour: Chocolate and White Eyes: Orange |
SKILLS
✔ Mental Strength ✔ Sharp sight ✔ Strong swimmer ✘ Slow runner ✘ Weak climber ✘ Hearing loss in one ear |
PERSONALITY
Thrushstone is a strong, level-headed cat with a good brain between his ears. Being a brash, hot-headed youngster, he was often one to act on impulse and out of emotions. This often got him in a lot of trouble, and he soon learned to calm down before retaliation, especially in the face of tense emotions or in the height of dispute, otherwise someone does something that they will regret.
As an adult, Thrushstone tries his best to remain calm in the face of high emotion. He practices his calmness through a type of meditation where he speaks to Starclan, and will not act before speaking through his worries or angers, both with Starclan and with the other clan members who may be causing those emotions.
Thrushstone is a strong, level-headed cat with a good brain between his ears. Being a brash, hot-headed youngster, he was often one to act on impulse and out of emotions. This often got him in a lot of trouble, and he soon learned to calm down before retaliation, especially in the face of tense emotions or in the height of dispute, otherwise someone does something that they will regret.
As an adult, Thrushstone tries his best to remain calm in the face of high emotion. He practices his calmness through a type of meditation where he speaks to Starclan, and will not act before speaking through his worries or angers, both with Starclan and with the other clan members who may be causing those emotions.
HISTORY
"What's that bird doing?" The kittypet quizzed the warrior, watching the brown bird land beside a large, grey stone, something cumbersome dangling from it's beak.
"Watch." The warrior purred, moving to groom the other's pelt. The kittypet sighed, relaxing to the touch of the warrior. It had been a momentary moonlight's bliss between two star-crossed lovers, but the kittypet now rested with a swollen belly, full of kits who would soon come into the world and meet their eager parents. The father had arranged to bring her back to camp to birth, with the condition that she return home once the kits were weaned.
The bird regarded the pair momentarily, but then got to work, smashing the hard shelled snail against the stone he had chosen. The kittypet gasped, her orange eyes shining with sympathy.
"Why did it do that?" She breathed, watching as the bird slammed the creature again and again against the rock, the sound more sickening with each strike.
"Why do we hunt?" He replied simply, his own green eyes landing on the bird now as it scooped up the soft part of the snail, the prize for it's hard work, and swallow it down before flying off once again in search of more snails. The kittypet asked a hundred questions that afternoon - what kind of bird was it? And would it be back? - and the warrior answered each one with a calm fondness. She might not have known their ways, but he was happy to teach her.
"Look, follow me." The short haired warrior lead her to the stone, pawing at all of the now shattered, empty snail shells dotting the ground. That became their meeting place, from then on... The thrush stone.
Born the only male in a large litter, Thrushkit showed a brash, uncaring attitude for a long time. He pushed his sisters around, was rude to apprentices and elders alike, and didn't listen to any words of advice. He felt as though he needed to be defensive against what others might say about his mother's heritage, and he always prickled when his mother was spoken of, and would attack other kits if they so much as mocked his mother's voice.
As he grew into an apprentice, Thrushpaw became more and more reckless, compensating however he could for the lack of maternal attention in his life - any attention was good attention, and he often found himself sitting at the feet of the leader as she scolded him once again for playing too rough or pushing others around. His skills as a fighter and hunter couldn't be compared, however, and he earned his warrior name on the eve of his first birthday.
Thrushstone earned his name from his father and mother's meeting place - the Thrush Stone. His father brought him there the day before he planned to leave his clan to find a new home, and the gesture from the old tom humbled the young warrior. His father had never been the most paternal cat, but Thrushstone knew then that the old tom, who shared his coat colour with his son, but not much else, loved him deeply.
Thrushstone found Lasclan shortly after leaving home after a short journey North. He learned the code, and one particular line stuck with him - "Words before actions". He decided to stick to that rule, and use it as his moral guide.
"What's that bird doing?" The kittypet quizzed the warrior, watching the brown bird land beside a large, grey stone, something cumbersome dangling from it's beak.
"Watch." The warrior purred, moving to groom the other's pelt. The kittypet sighed, relaxing to the touch of the warrior. It had been a momentary moonlight's bliss between two star-crossed lovers, but the kittypet now rested with a swollen belly, full of kits who would soon come into the world and meet their eager parents. The father had arranged to bring her back to camp to birth, with the condition that she return home once the kits were weaned.
The bird regarded the pair momentarily, but then got to work, smashing the hard shelled snail against the stone he had chosen. The kittypet gasped, her orange eyes shining with sympathy.
"Why did it do that?" She breathed, watching as the bird slammed the creature again and again against the rock, the sound more sickening with each strike.
"Why do we hunt?" He replied simply, his own green eyes landing on the bird now as it scooped up the soft part of the snail, the prize for it's hard work, and swallow it down before flying off once again in search of more snails. The kittypet asked a hundred questions that afternoon - what kind of bird was it? And would it be back? - and the warrior answered each one with a calm fondness. She might not have known their ways, but he was happy to teach her.
"Look, follow me." The short haired warrior lead her to the stone, pawing at all of the now shattered, empty snail shells dotting the ground. That became their meeting place, from then on... The thrush stone.
Born the only male in a large litter, Thrushkit showed a brash, uncaring attitude for a long time. He pushed his sisters around, was rude to apprentices and elders alike, and didn't listen to any words of advice. He felt as though he needed to be defensive against what others might say about his mother's heritage, and he always prickled when his mother was spoken of, and would attack other kits if they so much as mocked his mother's voice.
As he grew into an apprentice, Thrushpaw became more and more reckless, compensating however he could for the lack of maternal attention in his life - any attention was good attention, and he often found himself sitting at the feet of the leader as she scolded him once again for playing too rough or pushing others around. His skills as a fighter and hunter couldn't be compared, however, and he earned his warrior name on the eve of his first birthday.
Thrushstone earned his name from his father and mother's meeting place - the Thrush Stone. His father brought him there the day before he planned to leave his clan to find a new home, and the gesture from the old tom humbled the young warrior. His father had never been the most paternal cat, but Thrushstone knew then that the old tom, who shared his coat colour with his son, but not much else, loved him deeply.
Thrushstone found Lasclan shortly after leaving home after a short journey North. He learned the code, and one particular line stuck with him - "Words before actions". He decided to stick to that rule, and use it as his moral guide.
RELATIONS
EBONSTAR
Although he is not much younger, Thrushstone holds the leader of the clan as a role model, hoping to one day be as strong as the leader is. He admires the male's will to survive long after heartbreak like he has suffered, and hopes to make him proud.
CROWSONG
Thrushstone considers the deputy of the clan to be a good friend. The pair have an extremely similar sense of humour, and will constantly jab and poke insults at each other, but will always share a meal together at the end of the day.
HAWKPAW
Thrushstone doesn't know the apprentice very well, but admires the little one's can-do attitude and his ability to stick up for himself.
SHADEPAW
The Medicine Cat apprentice isn't very well known to Thrushstone, but he finds it endearing how she enjoys gathering flowers that are completely useless to her medicine.
BLAZESTEP
Blazestep and Thrushstone, while complete opposites in morals and personality, are the greatest of friends. The pair love each other deeply, and their evening walks are often a source of clan gossip. Thrushstone isn't exactly sure of his feelings towards her - does he love her, admire her, enjoy her company, or simply enjoy the idea of her? He is unsure, but the pair aren't easily separated nonetheless.
WILLOWTHORN
The kindhearted medicine cat is not as well known to Thrushstone as he'd like her to be, but he admires her work ethic and her patience.