Post by Fireflake on Sept 23, 2019 3:11:39 GMT
Profile with more details coming soon to a tracker near you.
Imagine this guy with some more scars. I'll add those in later.
Gender: Male
Age: 46 moons old at death
Age in death: 46 moons old
Born: 65 moons ago
Sexuality: Homosexual
(Former) mate: Cold Stone in Dark Night, AKA Coldstone
Clan: Formerly The Tribe of Ancient Roots, then the Tribe of Endless Hunting, then an unknown spirit realm, now StarClan.
Rank: Home-guard.
Quote: "No, I’m Red. I see why you would think that, though.” (In response to “You’re late!”)
Cause of Death: Killed by two eagles.
Appearance:
Red has a naturally bulky form that only grew more firm and muscular as he matured through seasons of training, but he’s no larger than the average tribe cat apart from that. The only thing bigger about him are his paws. They have never made him clumsy, but made his blows hit harder and his steps come heavier, so that his designated role seemed to fit him perfectly. The front right one has his only white, and all have the same salmon pink on the pads as his inner ears, though some of them are also spotted with the dark grey that shows on his nose.
He has a long face, but with a less extreme slope and ear position than many of his tribemates. His eyes glow a deep, bright amber, like fire, and single stars can be seen glittering in them every now and then. His thin tail is padded with fur, but eventually tapers off, almost to a point. His pelt has medium-length fur and is marked by a colour like toffee along with darker wavy stripes. It was littered with scars from different fights through his life, and now that he’s dead, glittering stars join those scars.
He has a long face, but with a less extreme slope and ear position than many of his tribemates. His eyes glow a deep, bright amber, like fire, and single stars can be seen glittering in them every now and then. His thin tail is padded with fur, but eventually tapers off, almost to a point. His pelt has medium-length fur and is marked by a colour like toffee along with darker wavy stripes. It was littered with scars from different fights through his life, and now that he’s dead, glittering stars join those scars.
Personality:
Red has always had a lot of youth in him, even when he didn't really anymore. He's lively, which seems odd now that he's dead but suits him all the same. Some used to dislike Red for being "lazy", but he never really was. Red approached life with a relaxed attitude more often than not, which some misunderstood as him not caring. Some cats stressed so much, and Red didn't see the point. When he does set his mind to a goal, though, good luck ripping him away from it.
Red has also got a slightly self-sacrificing streak, possibly born out of dreams of martyrdom as a home-guard to-be. He definitely has a fighting spirit that’s difficult to contain. Along with this comes a certain defiance that made him quietly(usually!) rebellious when he gained the freedom to do so. He hasn't stopped pushinggently for his will ever since. That's not to say that he is stuck in his ways. He's just not stuck in the tribe's traditional ways, which may have been an advantage if he was ever given the chance to experience the tribe transitioning to a clan.
Red is able to display impressive courage, but this isn’t only due to the aforementioned fighting spirit. He’s mostly happy with who he is, the majority of the time, and it gives him confidence. Usually that’s a good thing. Usually. On rare occasions, Red's confidence comes out as arrogance, when he believes that he knows best or underestimates an enemy, and he can even seem preachy. Luckily, he has always at least tried not to act like he knows better than anyone, because he hates to make other cats feel small.
On a final note, Red is funny, if you find puns and dad jokes funny. If not, Red is endlessly groan-worthy. He also can’t resist reusing or retelling a good joke, so most of his friends have heard all of his favourites multiple times.
Red has also got a slightly self-sacrificing streak, possibly born out of dreams of martyrdom as a home-guard to-be. He definitely has a fighting spirit that’s difficult to contain. Along with this comes a certain defiance that made him quietly(usually!) rebellious when he gained the freedom to do so. He hasn't stopped pushing
Red is able to display impressive courage, but this isn’t only due to the aforementioned fighting spirit. He’s mostly happy with who he is, the majority of the time, and it gives him confidence. Usually that’s a good thing. Usually. On rare occasions, Red's confidence comes out as arrogance, when he believes that he knows best or underestimates an enemy, and he can even seem preachy. Luckily, he has always at least tried not to act like he knows better than anyone, because he hates to make other cats feel small.
On a final note, Red is funny, if you find puns and dad jokes funny. If not, Red is endlessly groan-worthy. He also can’t resist reusing or retelling a good joke, so most of his friends have heard all of his favourites multiple times.
History:
[I didn’t actually plan on writing a novel here, but here we are.]
Red was the last kit born out of a long and stressful kitting in the middle of Winter. There was no question when Red was born what he was destined to be. Even as a pudgy little kit, he was built like a horse-- in other words, a home-guard. He had a broad, long chest, with his legs stuck on in such a way that they almost looked like an afterthought until he developed the right muscles there.
He seemed to be an adventurous, worriless kit, crawling happily toward the snow outside of Stonehome. His parents allowed this right up until the point that his brother died, a few short moons after their birth. The loss made his mother overprotective and turned what had previously been a simple desire to see her kits succeed into unrealistic expectations of perfection and obedience, fearful that them stepping out of line would mean them stepping into the line of fire for some horrible tragedy. It drove his parents apart, leaving Red mostly in his mother’s tight grip through his eight moons in the nursery, though he would stare out at the rest of Tribe life and long to be out there.
He never looked back and rarely returned to the nursery at all after he became a to-be. It was near the start of Fall, and while the season had little bearing on his own training as a home-guard, it meant that there was still enough food and warmth to go around for a while. The Tribe as a whole was in a fairly relaxed state. Red’s father had involved himself in his life again soon after he got out of the nursery, and started to encourage Red to be himself and not worry so much about the ideas his mother had put in his head. Red’s mentor joined in. As he progressed and gained confidence through his training, the young tom took their message to heart. Maybe a bit too much, some would argue later.
Night owl tendencies, a jocular attitude, and a habit of losing track of time were a bad combination when the Tribe shared none of them. It became a running joke among his friends that Red was always late. Even when he arrived on time to something, someone would invariably lean over and mock-scold him for being late. Eventually, after he smartened up and started coming consistently on time to things, it just turned into an in-joke.
And why did he smarten up when he was fine with how things were?
Well, Red always had a lot of love that started to show openly once he became a to-be. After a few crushes, several day-long "dating" periods, and one or two "relationships", he had a firm grasp of what he wanted..... Then he threw it all out the window, when a tom called Cold walked into the apprentice den.
Red felt quite quickly that there was something different about Cold Stone in Dark Night. It wasn’t love at first sight, but it was the almost-immediate feeling that his life would be better with Cold in it somehow. Red made a subtle effort to get on all of the hunting patrols Cold was put on and try to scope him out a bit. What he didn't realize was that the effort was a lot less subtle to the older cats, who had seen him show up frequently late for patrols and now watched him practically leap from his nest.
He started to spend a lot of time with Cold. He didn't know Cold's preferences, but even if they could only be good friends, Red would be happy spending time with him. They were friends for only a moon as to-bes before Red became a full home-guard. He decided not to say anything until Cold became a full prey-hunter, so they continued to spend time together and grow closer without saying anything outright. By the next Winter, when both had earned their proper ranks, he and Cold were sharing a nest "to stay warm". The pretext was, of course, pointless at that time. Everyone knew that they were together.
Several seasons later, the Tribe became slowly aware of the clans. It started when Firstspeaker got a message from a young prey-hunter that had fallen into the dangerous river on their territory. The prey-hunter, Doe, warned him that there were other "tribes" and delivered the prophecy, "Mist shrouds over Ivy that hides the Moth". Red thought it was a ridiculous riddle when Firstspeaker shared it with the Tribe, and was quite vocally glad that he'd been chosen for a more direct job. He wasn't as glad when, a while later, one of the “other tribe” cats showed up, followed in short order by seven more. They were brought back to Stonehome asprisoners guests, and all of the home-guards were on high alert with the strangers there.
Things escalated quickly after one of the prey-hunters died on a patrol with some of the clan cats, and it was common opinion in the Tribe that she had been pushed into the river. Soon enough they were preparing for war to warn the clan cats off of ever coming near them again. Red, as a home-guard, was obviously well-versed in fighting. His moves were overwhelmingly defensive, but he had a few to chase off or kill predators as well. Even so, he didn’t support the battle against the clans. He never openly opposed it, believing it would damage everyone’s morale if even a home-guard didn’t want to go into a fight, but those close to him knew how he felt.
He went along with it anyway, being one of the more prepared for the fight, and tried his best to teach Cold so that he could be prepared as well. The two fought alongside each other in the Blood Moon Battle. For their efforts, the Tribe cats earned many injuries and losses, a hasty retreat, and a long, painful journey back to their home. Nevertheless, Tribe life went on. Red and Cold eventually healed.
Not long later, when Red was 46 moons old, Red and Cold went out for a nice stroll together. Cold saw a mouse and was showing Red some hunting techniques when two eagles burst suddenly from the treetops and tried to grab Red. Despite how hard Red fought, and how hard Cold tried to defend him, they were unable to drive away the large birds. The predators carried him away. Not long later, he was in the Tribe of Endless Hunting, watching Cold be carried back to Stonehome to recover.
Through the glimpses of his mate that he got over the next few moons, Red could tell that he wasn't really recovering. He was heartbroken to see Cold's struggles, and tried many times to find a way to contact him, but each time he would get lost and have to retreat back to the starry plane of his ancestors or risk getting lost forever, meaning he would never see Cold even in death. Red dedicated his time to somehow contacting Cold while the other spirits around him tried to help him just accept the situation. For a while he watched Cold suffer, and tried constantly to talk to him, but that's just not how the Tribe ancestors worked. All he could do was wish Cold well and hope that his blessing counted for something now that he was in the Tribe of Endless Hunting.
Six moons later, the Tribe’s Stonehome was found and excavated by Twolegs, forcing the Tribe to move and become a clan. Red had no idea. While he had been on one of his fruitless trips to contact Cold, the Tribe of Endless Hunting had lost contact with the Tribe of Ancient Roots, and with him. Instead of spending all of his time trying to find them, he decided he might as well do what he’d left them for in the first place, and went in search of Coldstone.
Recently, in his search for The Tribe of Ancient Roots, now RootClan, he stumbled upon the Moonstone and found StarClan through it. He wasn't keen to stay, unaware that the Tribe had joined the clans, but quickly warmed up to the idea after learning that they were much more forthright in their communication with living cats. He’s spent the short amount of time since his arrival continuing to search unsuccessfully for Coldstone.
Red was the last kit born out of a long and stressful kitting in the middle of Winter. There was no question when Red was born what he was destined to be. Even as a pudgy little kit, he was built like a horse-- in other words, a home-guard. He had a broad, long chest, with his legs stuck on in such a way that they almost looked like an afterthought until he developed the right muscles there.
He seemed to be an adventurous, worriless kit, crawling happily toward the snow outside of Stonehome. His parents allowed this right up until the point that his brother died, a few short moons after their birth. The loss made his mother overprotective and turned what had previously been a simple desire to see her kits succeed into unrealistic expectations of perfection and obedience, fearful that them stepping out of line would mean them stepping into the line of fire for some horrible tragedy. It drove his parents apart, leaving Red mostly in his mother’s tight grip through his eight moons in the nursery, though he would stare out at the rest of Tribe life and long to be out there.
He never looked back and rarely returned to the nursery at all after he became a to-be. It was near the start of Fall, and while the season had little bearing on his own training as a home-guard, it meant that there was still enough food and warmth to go around for a while. The Tribe as a whole was in a fairly relaxed state. Red’s father had involved himself in his life again soon after he got out of the nursery, and started to encourage Red to be himself and not worry so much about the ideas his mother had put in his head. Red’s mentor joined in. As he progressed and gained confidence through his training, the young tom took their message to heart. Maybe a bit too much, some would argue later.
Night owl tendencies, a jocular attitude, and a habit of losing track of time were a bad combination when the Tribe shared none of them. It became a running joke among his friends that Red was always late. Even when he arrived on time to something, someone would invariably lean over and mock-scold him for being late. Eventually, after he smartened up and started coming consistently on time to things, it just turned into an in-joke.
And why did he smarten up when he was fine with how things were?
Well, Red always had a lot of love that started to show openly once he became a to-be. After a few crushes, several day-long "dating" periods, and one or two "relationships", he had a firm grasp of what he wanted..... Then he threw it all out the window, when a tom called Cold walked into the apprentice den.
Red felt quite quickly that there was something different about Cold Stone in Dark Night. It wasn’t love at first sight, but it was the almost-immediate feeling that his life would be better with Cold in it somehow. Red made a subtle effort to get on all of the hunting patrols Cold was put on and try to scope him out a bit. What he didn't realize was that the effort was a lot less subtle to the older cats, who had seen him show up frequently late for patrols and now watched him practically leap from his nest.
He started to spend a lot of time with Cold. He didn't know Cold's preferences, but even if they could only be good friends, Red would be happy spending time with him. They were friends for only a moon as to-bes before Red became a full home-guard. He decided not to say anything until Cold became a full prey-hunter, so they continued to spend time together and grow closer without saying anything outright. By the next Winter, when both had earned their proper ranks, he and Cold were sharing a nest "to stay warm". The pretext was, of course, pointless at that time. Everyone knew that they were together.
Several seasons later, the Tribe became slowly aware of the clans. It started when Firstspeaker got a message from a young prey-hunter that had fallen into the dangerous river on their territory. The prey-hunter, Doe, warned him that there were other "tribes" and delivered the prophecy, "Mist shrouds over Ivy that hides the Moth". Red thought it was a ridiculous riddle when Firstspeaker shared it with the Tribe, and was quite vocally glad that he'd been chosen for a more direct job. He wasn't as glad when, a while later, one of the “other tribe” cats showed up, followed in short order by seven more. They were brought back to Stonehome as
Things escalated quickly after one of the prey-hunters died on a patrol with some of the clan cats, and it was common opinion in the Tribe that she had been pushed into the river. Soon enough they were preparing for war to warn the clan cats off of ever coming near them again. Red, as a home-guard, was obviously well-versed in fighting. His moves were overwhelmingly defensive, but he had a few to chase off or kill predators as well. Even so, he didn’t support the battle against the clans. He never openly opposed it, believing it would damage everyone’s morale if even a home-guard didn’t want to go into a fight, but those close to him knew how he felt.
He went along with it anyway, being one of the more prepared for the fight, and tried his best to teach Cold so that he could be prepared as well. The two fought alongside each other in the Blood Moon Battle. For their efforts, the Tribe cats earned many injuries and losses, a hasty retreat, and a long, painful journey back to their home. Nevertheless, Tribe life went on. Red and Cold eventually healed.
Not long later, when Red was 46 moons old, Red and Cold went out for a nice stroll together. Cold saw a mouse and was showing Red some hunting techniques when two eagles burst suddenly from the treetops and tried to grab Red. Despite how hard Red fought, and how hard Cold tried to defend him, they were unable to drive away the large birds. The predators carried him away. Not long later, he was in the Tribe of Endless Hunting, watching Cold be carried back to Stonehome to recover.
Through the glimpses of his mate that he got over the next few moons, Red could tell that he wasn't really recovering. He was heartbroken to see Cold's struggles, and tried many times to find a way to contact him, but each time he would get lost and have to retreat back to the starry plane of his ancestors or risk getting lost forever, meaning he would never see Cold even in death. Red dedicated his time to somehow contacting Cold while the other spirits around him tried to help him just accept the situation. For a while he watched Cold suffer, and tried constantly to talk to him, but that's just not how the Tribe ancestors worked. All he could do was wish Cold well and hope that his blessing counted for something now that he was in the Tribe of Endless Hunting.
Six moons later, the Tribe’s Stonehome was found and excavated by Twolegs, forcing the Tribe to move and become a clan. Red had no idea. While he had been on one of his fruitless trips to contact Cold, the Tribe of Endless Hunting had lost contact with the Tribe of Ancient Roots, and with him. Instead of spending all of his time trying to find them, he decided he might as well do what he’d left them for in the first place, and went in search of Coldstone.
Recently, in his search for The Tribe of Ancient Roots, now RootClan, he stumbled upon the Moonstone and found StarClan through it. He wasn't keen to stay, unaware that the Tribe had joined the clans, but quickly warmed up to the idea after learning that they were much more forthright in their communication with living cats. He’s spent the short amount of time since his arrival continuing to search unsuccessfully for Coldstone.
