Creeksong | M | IvyClan

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Creeksong Tom 55 Moons --- IvyClan Warrior "Hn." --- Appearance (LINK TO FULL REF) A heavily scarred and large black tom, Creeksong has sharp orange eyes and thick fur that does a good job of emphasizing his already intimidating size but not of hiding his many scars. Broad shouldered and tall, he easily looks down on most cats due to his size and is rumored to carry Maine Coon heritage. (That or he ate his wheaties) Personality Well-intention-ed Extremist|| Stoic || Gruff   A cat of few words, he is hardly talkative and speaks primarily in grunts-a great dislike of small talk so deeply ingrained in him that he actively avoids it whenever he can. Creeksong was given such a soft suffix in an attempt to lighten his spirits and mood after a trying apprenticeship, but he remains gruff and intolerable of the presence of others well into his adulthood. Eventually he became more willing to socialize with his clan, but there is a perpetual air of awkwardness whenever he does. While not easy to temper, given he always seems to be in a bad mood, Creeksong has little patience for silliness and trivialities and puts the good of the clan above all else. Whether the clan likes it or not. History Even as a newborn kitten he was a feisty and temperamental little guy, roughhousing with any other kitten who dared get close enough for his yet unsharpened claws to stick into. His protectiveness of his sisters only spurned his aggression forward, causing them to feel alienated from other apprentices their age due to their scruffy and foul-tempered brother. Eventually the two turned on him, refusing to associate and he realized he had driven off the only friends he truly had. In his desperation to earn back their attention and affections he interrupted Foxpaw's assessment to talk to her, causing her to ironically miss the scent of a fox nearby that sent the two apprentices running back to the camp in a panic. The ensuing chaos left him heavily injured and his sister dead, leading to Swiftpaw to disown him entirely and his parents to shun their son whose emotions rang too strongly for anyone to tolerate. Injured to such a degree he was held back from becoming a warrior for such a long time he felt everyone had forgotten him; Creekpaw became Creeksong and despite such a late start it was clear he was an excellent warrior though he was simply average in everything else. He was a blood knight, reveling in battle and seeking the next thrill of claws clashing and teeth singing; but such a display further cast him in a bad light with his clan. While he has calmed down considerably over the many moons he is still rough around the edges, having never reconciled with his parents before they passed and desperate to regain his sister's favor. He threw himself into his clan duties, becoming a certified workaholic and worked his young apprentice Flowerpaw to the bone. When she became a warrior she made it a habit to avoid him before confronting him on his temper and harsh ways during a hunting patrol. It was Flowertail's words that struck him but they didn't truly settle in until the young warrior's body was brought back into camp, having been slain by a rogue she attempted to fight off on her own. Creeksong is rough, perhaps too rash and not good at articulating his feelings in a healthy way, but he's slowly trying to learn. Other Mother - Halfheart Father - Stonestep Sister(s) - Foxpaw, Swiftwing