Post by smith on Apr 9, 2019 19:45:56 GMT
NAME:
BIRDTHROATbirdkit,birdpaw, birdthroat.
AGE: 52 moons.
GENDER: male.
RANK:kit,apprentice, warrior.
RESIDENCE:ivyclan, dark forest.
STATUS: deceased.
APPEARANCE:
birdthroat is an average sized, short-furred tom with a slightly shorter tail and very sharp claws. his fur is a cool, pale grey in colour with darker lynx points on his face, legs, and tail. his eyes are a shocking bright blue and stand out from the dark fur on his face. he has multiple scars on his ribs and his right foreleg from numerous fights during his apprenticehood and warriorhood as well as those from when he was an adventuruous young kit, eager to learn faster than he should.
PERSONALITY:
birdthroat was once a kind, outgoing cat, always happy and ready to get on with whatever life would throw at him. he was eager to learn and make friends, a brave warrior who always had time to spare for those he cared deeply about. he was loyal to his clan and those in it, willing to do anything to make sure his clan was safe and sound.
however, that wasn't how it ended. he became fearful and fueled by anger and vengeance. of course, he still shows sympathy and empathy towards those he comes in contact with, and despite his efforts to hide it, still feels bouts of guilt for what he did. he is ambitious to get his way and make sure things go how he thinks that they should.
he spends most of his time alone, although isn't opposed to spending time with his fellow dark forest cats when he has no choice but to socialise. however, he is nothing like the happy social butterfly he was growing up.
HISTORY:
birdkit was born into ivyclan, a happy young tom with an eagerness to eventually become the best warrior in ivyclan, not only in physical ability, but also in his social skills as he made it a personal goal to become friends with all of his clanmates. so, he started his 'training' early, always out-and-about in camp, spending his time running in and out of the other dens as hetried his hardest to socialise with the warriors and apprentices, often becoming quite irritating in the process as he would even leave the nursery at night to pester them about training him early and telling him stories all about warrior life no matter how mundane.
eventually, the day came and birdkit finally became birdpaw, apprenticed to a kind yet stern warrior who taught him everything he knew about battle and hunting. over their time together, birdpaw formed a strong bond with the warrior, although they could be strict at times when he refused to pay attention, often believing his skills were a little more advanced than they actually were. the apprentice aspired to be just like his mentor one day- a respected warrior, yet one who seemingly got along with all of those he met. in a way, he idolised the one who trained him.
at twelve moons of age, birdpaw was finally named birdthroat for his talkativeness. as a young warrior, he was respectable and more mature than he had been as an apprentice, brave and strong, although he still possessed some of his childish qualities such as staying awake all night to listen to stories and sneaking around camp as if he was trying to hide from his mother- who he, at the time, was sharing a den with.
however, it wasn't until later on in his life that things started to go wrong. it all began with two young apprentices- seven moons at most- requesting that he took them outside of camp and into the territory to train, despite their mentors having said no as it was too dark out. wanting to please the young cats, birdthroat willingly agreed to take them out, seeing as they reminded him of himself at that age, taking them all the way to the training grounds then further just to make sure that the three of them weren't scolded for going against orders.
yet, what started out as a fun night between three new friends certainly didn't end up as pleasant. birdthroat had failed to realise how weak and frail one of the apprentices was and began to train them too roughly, sparring using techniques that neither of the apprentices had learned yet, seeing as they had not long been given their ranks. a simple spar between a warrior and apprentice suddenly became a crime scene in less than three minutes as one accidentally harsh blow to the head sent the smaller apprentice tumbling towards the ground, hitting their head quickly on the hard ground. all birdthroat said as he waited for the young feline to get back up was a quick "sorry" as he sniffed to make sure that they were alright, but when the apprentice wouldn't respond to his sniffing and prodding, the
warrior knew he had made a mistake he would never be able to forget. he had killed another member of his clan- an apprentice at that! in a state of panic, he lashed his claws out at the other apprentice in a violent manner. his reputation was at risk- he had murdered an apprentice with so much life ahead of them- he'd never be forgiven... the only way he could think to hide his crime in such a state of fear was to make sure there were no witnesses- so he killed the other too.
two hours passed as birdthroat paced in the moonlight, shaking with panic and guilt as what he had done to both of them began to settle in and he searched for a shady place where no one would find the evidence of what he had done, returning to camp just before sunrise alone.
the only thing that was even comparable to reliving that night was the morning after when he had to explain that it was he who had taken the two apprentices out the night before as he made up excuses for what had happened to them. yet, it was then he told the biggest lie he had ever done- told that they had been kidnapped and he had been unable to fight away the kidnapper.
birdthroat never acted the same after that night, constantly plagued with guilt for what he had done to such innocent cats who had just wanted to learn and be the best that they could... he was snappy towards others, constantly defensive as he isolated himself and tried to hide what he had done the best that he could. he cut off ties with his family and friends, only spoken when spoken to. he became skittish and jumpy, rarely taking part in spars as he was afraid of a repeat of what had happened that night. he became afraid of the dark for it only brought back memories of what he had done.
several moons later, the biggest clan-wide tragedy of birdthroat's life happened and the two clans were ravaged by a fire caused by twolegs, burning everything in its path and destroying the territories, forcing survivors out of their homes. however, the warrior wasn't lucky enough to be one of those survivors, and he died of smoke inhalation as he attempted escape alongside his clanmates.
after death, birdthroat was sent to the place of no stars where he now resides in a perpetual state of fear and anger as the darkness only reminds him of the crime that brought him such a fate. however, the longer he spent in the lifeless place, the more he felt himself become a part of it- nothing but another rotting soul in its grasp. he found himself furious and vengeful, losing any sense of guilt as he began to believe he had done nothing wrong. deciding that if he had to be sentenced to such torture for what he had done by accident in a state of panic, then those who were still living should be forced to suffer too.beautiful art at the top was made by Mama !
