Post by doc on Mar 25, 2012 16:41:57 GMT -6
<---- BIRCHFROST
tom, 30 moons
RANK: Warrior
ALLIANCE: BrookClan
APPEARANCE: White tom with blue eyes.
PERSONALITY:
Quiet:
Birchfrost, is not a cat who is going to go around spouting off things that he hears, nor is he one for idle gossip. He's not naturally a talkative tom, and that is further destroyed by his stutter. This issue with his speech is a source of shame, a destroyer of pride, and it has taught him to shut his mouth in times of group speaking. It makes him very much one worded when it comes to answers or statements. He also tends to get embarrassed very easily, and that pushes him further more from social situations. He's more content to let you think that he's mute, rather than let you know the truth about his speech. One word, and it's all over. The reason for this stutter, is he has limited hearing in his left ear, and completely deaf in his right, which means he's definitely got less than superior hearing.
Defensive:
If he so much as perceives a insult, real or not, it'll make his fur stand on end, ready to defend his own honor. Honor is a huge thing for him, and to go against it, or against those he cares for, is a massive thing for him. His sense of honor is very selective, and most moral things that cats would turn away from, well, he doesn't so much as flinch. He's definitely protective of his beliefs and actions, and you'd best be ready to answer a heated barrage of questions should you do it. He's not going to let you just stand there and talk down to him.
Wary :
Birchfrost isn't going to go flying at you with open arms. He's probably going to fly at you with bared teeth. He doesn't like strangers, he doesn't like being intruded on, he doesn't like being watched. He doesn't like a lot of things. It's not that he's against everyone, he's just wary as to what they want from him. In his mind, everyone wants something, big or small. The scars on his body also attest to the fact that not everyone is safe to be around. The age at which he got them, has obviously left him with some serious issues towards strangers.
Crude:
Lewd, crude, and rude are three words to sum him up. He has a mouth that wold make most mothers want to just stare at. He doesn't beat around the bush regardless of age of the one he's speaking to. He doesn't believe in sheltering those that are obviously young, and he doesn't care to continue to shelter those that have obviously been. Swearing, and crude expressions, are his strengths, they're also a security blanket. He feels cornered or upset? Mothers, cover you kits' ears, 'cause he's about to unload, something that his own mother never could break him of.
Other parts of his personality that aren't big enough to go into too much depth for.:
He's OCD, about washing his ears. They have to be perfectly, well, perfect. Six times he must wash them, or his day just won't go well at all. Something will befall him and make it horrid. He does this before he ever leaves camp, and it's made the patrol late more than once. Its frustrating for everyone, including himself, mainly because he can't control it. It's a compulsion so strong that it simply will wreak him should he not do it. He also does it when he's stressed out or nervous. Birchfrost constantly struggles to push himself harder when around his Clan-mates, simply because he's not as 'average' as they are. He's sub-average in a way that can cost him his life. Thunderstorms terrify him, as they tend to block out other sounds, and leave him perfectly deaf. It's enough to make him as cranky as an elder during leaf-bare.
REASON FOR NAME:
Birch - White fur
Frost- For his cold personality.
FAMILY:
Father: Stormclaw - Deceased - NPC
Mother: Whiteflower - Deceased - NPC
Snowflower - Sister - NPC
Frostheart - Brother - NPC
HISTORY:
Kit:
Birchkit was born with two siblings, Snowkit and Frostkit. A sister and a brother, respectively. Frostkit was a little gray and white tom, and Snowkit was a little white she-kit, with the longer fur of their father. He was the middle of the three, not that you could tell the birth order anyways. Frostkit, was the laziest of the three, with Birchkit hot on his heels. Snowkit was always getting into some kind of trouble, and making her brothers go along with it. Many times they would stay well past welcome at the elder's den, listening to stories, and conversing with the elders, and generally pestering the apprentices that were working there. It wasn't too long past their second moon that their parents realized that there was something wrong with their second kit. They would have to repeat things to him, or speak louder. He seemed to not hear things from a great distance, and if you stood on his right side, the ear wouldn't even twitch, no matter how close you were when you spoke. It was with great trepidation that his parents got him checked out by the medicine cat. It was quickly found that he was deaf in one ear, and lacking a majority of it in his other ear. Not that it made him any less loved by his parents. However, a test like that quickly gets spread around camp, and sooner rather than later, he was getting pitying looks from other cats of the Clan. He had no idea as to why, but it frustrated him. He was just like any other cat in the Clan.
Another lesson he learned quickly was that he shouldn't talk too much. His voice broke and splintered when he spoke, and it was frustrating and embarrassing. He was constantly asked to repeat things, or say it again, and it was the other kits of the nursery that made him resent his voice. The laughter and the taunting from other kits started to help him develop the temper he has now. It was also what started him in learning different insults, just from listening. It exasperated his mother and rather amused his father. She never did break his rather crude habit.
Apprentice:
Despite the misgivings of other cats, he was made a full apprentice, next to his siblings. Birchpaw, was apprenticed to a she-cat by the name of Poppyfur, who had a totally overly mothering personality. At first, she set his teeth on edge, but over the first three moons, they became close. She taught him to rely on his other senses, such as sight and scent rather than hearing. He was her first apprentice, so she was protective of him, however, she couldn't be there all of the time. There were several instances where he was confined to camp due to spats he got into with other apprentices. He loathed being mocked, and they often took advantage of his lack of hearing, sneaking up on him and scaring the fleas off him. He learned to get quick and mean with his claws, and his words became sharper and blunter.
When he and his siblings were about ten moons old, tragedy struck their little family. His mother was killed by a snake bite. She had been hunting, and instead of going for what she thought was a fish, it was a snake, which promptly bit into her leg. She died mere hours later, leaving her kits and mate stunned. That vigil was one of the longest nights he can remember, his nose buried in his mother's snow white fur. She had been a champion of his, and now that she was gone, he felt as if someone had simply dropped him from space. That morning, as his mother was taken from camp, he seemed to be in a daze, lost and weak. He and his siblings stayed close to one another that day, trying to comprehend just what they lost.
Though he struggled with hunting anything other than fish, he could do it, if the conditions were right. He also learned that while he may not be the best hunter, he could fight well. A border skirmish left him with a scar across his chest, and a new meaning behind battle training. He never made many friends as an apprentice, though his brother and sister seemed to find their own little niches with now problem. There were whispers, as he aged, that he'd never make a full warrior, and that if it were true, then the Clan was desperate and this would only weaken them.
Warrior:
Despite the doubts that his Clan had about him, he was made a full warrior, shortly after new-leaf started during his twelfth moon. His siblings were made Snowflower and Frostheart, while their father Blacktail watched on with pride as all three of his kits were made warriors. That vigil was something that made his sense of self worth expand considerably, something that didn't happen often. The next morning they were greeted by the dawn patrol getting ready to head out. That night, he slept like the dead, and it was only when he was forced to wake did he actually do so.
Time passed, and his sister became mated to a tom by the name of Otternose, and his brother was wooing a pretty she-cat called Applefur. He was jealous, he supposed, that they were so lucky as to find such affection, such love, but then again, he was sure that he could live without it. After all, there were cats in all clans that went through the same thing for seasons. He wasn't the only one. Still, it didn't feel any better to know that. Sure, there were cats that held his affection, or that he knew that he liked, but then again, these cats were often spoken for, or they had no interest in him, as was typical for everyone. As he matured, he found he cared less and less that this was true.
He had a few friends, here and there, but for the most part, he was just a member of the Clan, nothing special other than what he lacked. He had an apprentice, a brave little thing by the name of Silverpaw, a pretty thing, who was determined to become the greatest warrior that anyone had ever seen. He thought this was mouse dung, and he told her so. Silverpaw and he grew closer, but that was brought to a bloody end shortly before she became a warrior. It was after leaf-bare, and the river was swollen as it was, the storm that turned it into a flood was a real danger. The entire Clan was in danger, unless they did something. They attempted to go to higher ground, but a kit was swept away by the rush. Silverpaw dove into the water to save the kit. The kit was saved, but Silverpaw's tail was caught by a tree being carried down river, and she drowned. They never did find her body. It was a hard blow for any mentor, but he personally blamed himself. She was in his care, and to have to sit by her mother for her vigil, it was something that still gives him the chills.
RP EXAMPLE:
Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Over the ear and back down. Lick, lick, lick. Over the ear and back down. Lick, lick, lick, over the ear and back - " Birchfrost! We're waiting on you, you lazy ball of fur!" Blue eyes blinked, and he looked over. The black tom was clearly frustrated with waiting for him, but that wasn't important. And back down, lick, lick, lick, over the ear, and back down. As the white paw settled on the ground, the world seemed to 'click'. Everything would be fine now, he'd meet no trouble through the day, therefore, he could safely leave camp. Besides, his ears were now stunning, the best looking in the entire Clan, if he did say so himself. The lean tom stood, and padded over to the patrol, ignoring looks that clearly wished he'd done this earlier. He ignored them. Let them stare, he was there and that was what mattered. Now he could go about his day, happy as you please. With a nod, the patrol headed out, ready to do their duty.
Once again, he found himself licking, slow and steady, blue eyes closed in contentment. The sun was strong, and he was warm, life was good. At least until he felt something stumble into him. Blue eyes shot open, ears laid back, and the tail lashed sharply, a hiss spitting from his throat as he whirled on who dare come and harass him. A terrified kit stared at him, a ball of moss in her jaws. Her ears were laid back in terror, and with a wail, she bolted back towards the nursery, fur on end. Birchfrost stared after her. Mouse dung. He hadn't heard her, and he hadn't mean to scare her, but that wasn't going to stop her mother from -
And there she was. Pretty as a flower.
And angry as a hornet. The black she-cat looked at him, yellow eyes narrowed dangerously. He had scared her daughter, and now he was in for it. StarClan help him. As she walked towards him, the Clan paused, took in the scene, and went on their way. It was common enough with Birchfrost. The queen stalked over, picked up the ball, and stalked away, tail flicking one white ear. Blue eyes saddened for just a moment, before they hardened again, as a whispered comment was heard.
" Freak."
Scuffing his paws on the ground for a moment blue eyes narrowed. It had been an accident, no need to be testy. Still, he stared after her for a second longer, before glancing back down. Lick, lick, lick, paw over and down. There, fixed, good as new. As he laid back down, licking his side again, he could hear the Clan picking up again. Sometimes, it was just better to let yourself be lost to the day, even if you couldn't hear all the intricate sounds. It didn't matter, a harsh comment can always be heard, and it always cuts the deepest. Besides, it wasn't as if he totally cared what they thought about him, he'd grown up with their barbs and ideas of insults. He could give as well as he got, and he'd gotten pretty good as an apprentice. Blue eyes narrowed slightly at the thought, but the sun soon banished cold thoughts. It was a nice day, and he shouldn't let those that didn't like him or know him bug him. He was a full member of this Clan, and that was that. His paws still tingled though, like they did when he walked towards the camp entrance. No, he wasn't going to do that, he'd already washed his ears, and nothing bad had happened, so it was taken care of. That didn't stop the sharp claws from digging into the ground as he continued to groom himself, determined to ignore it.
Lick. Lick. Lick.
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