Post by Meo on Nov 6, 2017 15:18:08 GMT
CREEKHEART  the basics character's name: Creekheart age: Thirty-three moons. gender: Tom. clan: MistClan. rank: Warrior. sexuality: Homosexual-demisexual. the appearance Appearance: Creekheart is a lithesome and tall, lean tomcat. Considering he is lithesome and tall, the blue-grey tom practically has no existence of muscle. Despite his non-existent muscles, doesn't nescesarily mean he isn't strong. He may not be as strong physically, but the grey tom has mental strength. His high intelligence is above most. Creekheart doesn't depend on his physique, but if he had to depend on anything physical, it'd be his sharp claws and large paws. Moving onto his derma. Creekheart has a short, grey-blue pelt, but the way his fur is, it makes him appear broad though he truly isn't. He has a massive scar along his back, which drags from the scruff to the middle of his back. The scar is quite straight until it comes to the bottom, where it splits. Short description: A battle-scarred tall and lithesome grey-blue tom which appears broad with diverse teal-blue eyes and sharp claws. the personality Personality: Summary - Creekheart? Oh, well, ever since his past, he's been laid-back, reserved, sweet, gentle, and kind, yet he pushes others away. He is rather distant, keeping away and avoiding others. He rarely smiles anymore. He's a mystery. Unpredictable. Creekheart is rarely angered as well, being the most sweet cat around when you think about it. However, when in battle, he's fierce, adroit, and snappy. He fights differently than most, putting his heart into everything. He might still be quite young, but he has the mind of a senior warrior or an elder, being almost overbearingly knowledgeable, and would make a fantastic mentor. His teal-blue eyes hold a very strange and blank glint, mostly sorrow and gentleness, they're always narrowed or jojune (dull). I f anyone needed anyone to talk to, Creekheart doesn't mind, as he's one any feline, as he's actually a good communicator when completely necessary. Because of his past, Creekheart had trouble loving others, he hasn't really loved anyone since his apprentice days. Someone shall break his shell and solid-iced heart. It's as if his heart is surrounded by caution tape. Full Persona - Creekheart is a very amiable tomcat, having a friendly display all over. He's always had a rather pleasant and friendly side, wanting to be able to make friends with as many as possible. This somewhat helps with his socializing. The blue-grey tom is adroit, being intelligent and strategic. However, he usually brings this out in battle, or when someone has made a wrong statement. Creekheart, above everything, is one of the most observant and compassionate toms around, as he uses his observant ways to admire and pinpoint weaknesses whilst he puts passion into everything he does. There isn't a time where he isn't pushing himself to his limits. Creekheart is unpredictable, as he could is a mute (selective), and he doesn't speak until you've broke through his shell. Creekheart never speaks unless needed. This makes him unpredictable, and also rather mysterious. Creekheart is overbearingly loyal, as he's strict with the warrior code, and wouldn't dare break it, not even for love. If he were to fall in love with someone outside the clan, he'd forbid himself from becoming closer with that feline. He'd force himself to rid them from his mind. As mentioned before, Creekheart is unfortunately, distant. He has practically always pushed others away, especially during his apprentice days, and presently. Presently, Creekheart pushes all away, unless they are in need of something. Creekheart only does this to avoid love...his fear of love is unbelievable. Because of his minor trauma, he is placid as well. He isn't easily excited or upset anymore, as he has a hard time showing emotion. He can only be upset if it has to do with his past or love. Lastly, Creekheart can be found to be blunt, as he's straight-forward and prefers getting things through, as he doesn't like to repeat himself either. Preferably a direct tom, rather than indirect. the history/other Skills: + Swimming, fighting, and running. - Hunting, tracking, and leaping. : Climbing, stamina, and mental strength. father: Shadelegs (deceased). mother: Bluewhisper. siblings: Briarstep. other relatives: N/A. overall history • Kithood: As a young kit, Creekkit was born into MistClan. However, he may have been born into GlacierClan, his father came from DuskClan. As wrong as it was, Creekkit frowned upon this, as he expected more from his mother. She was a prideful and committed she-cat, but her commitment wasn't as true as she acted it was. Bluewhisper was loyal until she seemed to fall in love with a tom from DuskClan. Creekkit loved both his parents with all his heart, but he always felt being loyal to the clan was best. Creekkit was born with a sister, named Briarkit, an extremely loyal, honest, obedient, and observant she-cat. As kits, the two weren't very close, as Creekkit was more jumpy and energetic, whilst Brairkit was more laid back. The two never really got along as kits, as they were complete opposites. Like fire and ice. But soon enough, the two became apprentices. Apprenticeship: Creekkit was soon renamed Creekpaw, whilst Briarkit become Briarpaw, once at the age of six moons. The young felines had went their separate ways, being mentored by two different warriors, of course. Creekpaw was mentored by a young tom, at the age of twenty seven moons. Creekpaw wanted to be mentored by a middle-aged warrior, but he hadn't complained. He was going to show the same respect as he would with any other feline, even if it wasn't what he desired. The rather tall yet lean tomcat, Creekpaw actually came to admire the opposing tomcat, whose name was Whitejaw. Whitejaw was known for his amazing skill and technique in battle. Creekpaw felt he wouldn't meet Whitejaw's expectations, but he trained hard, never giving up on the task assigned. Whitejaw was hard on Creekpaw, only because he wanted the best for the blue-grey cat. Creekpaw, one day had grown fatigued, and too weak to even budge from the apprentices' den. Whitejaw felt horrible, sick to his stomach for pushing Creekpaw too hard. Creekpaw, of course, forgave Whitejaw. He could never hold a grudge against his mentor. Creekpaw loved Whitejaw like a brother. Through the tough times, Whitejaw and Creekpaw grew close...but whar Creekpaw realized, is that Whitejaw never actually spoke. What was wrong with his mentor? He never said one word to Creekpaw. Whitejaw spoke with his chasms (eyes), and Creekpaw always recognized what he was "speaking" about. Whitejaw had a disorder, which caused him to go mute, and he couldn't speak. He was eventually told this by the medicine cat when Creekpaw was trying to regain his energy in the Medicine Cat's Den. Creekpaw soon started to regain his energy back, getting the rest he needed. However, Whitejaw was having trouble living with himself after what he'd done to Creekpaw. Pushing him too hard. Whitejaw seemed devastated; disappointed in himself. Creekpaw noticed this when the two had gotten back to training. As much as Whitejaw wanted to apologize, he truly couldn't. One day, the two went out to train, and by this time, Creekpaw had been ten moons. Creekpaw and Whitejaw were only becoming more distant after the minor incident. Whitejaw took it harder than getting hit by a monster, whilst Creekpaw had put it in the past. Whitejaw approached Creekpaw, and pushed his cranium into the slightly shorter tom's chest. Whitejaw began to tear up, but...as unpredictable as he was, Creekpaw felt it may have been more than just the little incident that had happened with Whitejaw's life. Creekpaw felt his pelt become damp, from the tears of Whitejaw. He just cried silently... Creekpaw felt helpless. He didn't know what to do, so all he had murmured was... "I'm sorry Whitejaw...I wish I could help you..." Whitejaw parted his maw...only one sentence escaping his lips. "There's nothing you can do about it Creekpaw...I'll miss you." With those words, Creekpaw was absolutely shocked. His eyes widened, and he had no words. He, himself, was speechless. The young tom was taken aback. His mentor had spoken...probably for the first time in twenty or so moons. The medicine cat had mentioned that Whitejaw wasn't always muted. Maybe...he was a selective mute? Who knew. But what had shocked Creekpaw most was those three words..."ill miss you." "What do you mean Whitejaw?" He mewed weakly, starting to choke up a little himself. Was it strange and wrong that Creekpaw was so much younger than his mentor, and it seemed he actually loved him, more than just what he'd consider a brother or very close friend. He might have just loved Whitejaw like a lover. His first love... "Listen, Creekpaw, I had spoken to our leader, and he told me the day I died, you'd become a warrior...and that day is tomorrow, when you'll be eleven moons, and be made a warrior..." The warrior answered. He was speaking! It was a miracle! But his words made Creekpaw break down and lean into his mentor. The apprentice didn't know what to say. Whitejaw was dying? From what?! The tom who was his mentor, and yet it seemed he loved him...he was dying! Creekpaw wanted to spill, and confess his feelings to the warrior, but it felt impossible now...because he knew that Whitejaw would be gone tomorrow! He had to at least let him know... "Whitejaw...please don't leave me!" He cried, tears pelting into Whitejaw's pure white, silky fur, "I love you!" Whitejaw's eyes widened, and the white tom only choked up and sobbed more, alongside Creekpaw. They both had came to love each other, despite the massive age difference. As much as Whitejaw didn't want to let go, it seemed that would happen...it was happening. One last sentence came from Whitejaw before the two left, "I love you too, Creekpaw..." After awhile of sobbing together, the two forced themselves to return to the clan. The next morning, instantly, once all clanmates awoke, the leader had called an announcement. A ceremony. The ceremony was for Briairpaw and Creekpaw. Creekpaw glimpsed around as he was called forwards, searching for Whitejaw, who sat beside the medicine cat. Creekpaw was named Creekheart for his striking loyalty and passion. Briarpaw was named Briarstep. After the ceremony, Creekheart immediately went to Whitejaw. The two traveled deep into the territory, and spent their last few hours together. Later that night, the medicine cat had taken Whitejaw, and he passed away in the den. It was peaceful. Creekpaw was hurt. He was distraught. Creekheart mourned over his late lover, though, he knew he had to move on... Warrior: Creekheart had minor trauma, as he thought he wouldn't be able to live without his former mentor...and who would've been his lover if he hadn't passed. He considered Whitejaw his late lover anyway. Creekheart had only been in more pain, everytime he saw one she-cat... as this Whitejaw's sister, Snowfern. Snowfern reminded Creekheart so much of Whitejaw, except she could speak all the time. However, Creekheart would always go off on his own, sneaking out at night to go to the place Whitejaw would train Creek Creekheart, till this day, mourns over the death of Whitejaw, and fears love, as he feels that he'll never be able to love again. He is petrified. He doesn't want to lose someone like that again. He didn't want to have a secret hidden from him like that again. About a few moons later of patrolling and doing his duties of a warrior, another event had happened in his life. After being so distant and silent, as a selective mute, his father was in trouble. Creekheart had been out, on a border patrol with three other cats, and his own father had been trespassing in GlacierClan territory. Creekheart, of course had no clue, but he had smelt of his mother. It was faint, but Creekheart reconized it. Creekheart had never actually met his father, so this would be the day... Creekheart told the others to continue patrolling, and Creek would discover what it was himself. The tom had approached the larger and more broad charcoal-colored tomcat. "You must be my son, Creekheart." The tom hummed. Creekheart nodded slowly, "Please leave, father, we shall...meet up some other time. I am patrolling with three other clanmates..." Creekheart uttered, unsure and apprehensive. As the broad and bulky tom, Shadelegs began to speak up, he was attacked, by one of the patrollers who were alongside Creekheart. Creekheart gasped, remaining back, as he knew he had nothing he could do, as he couldn't come to harm his own father. Shadelegs put up a great fight, as he had deceased one of GlacierClan's clanners, and yet, he was killed off by another in revenge. Creekheart felt tears beginning to stream, so he turned and sprinted back to the camp, trying to collect himself. A moon later, Creekheart was only more devastated. Depressed, more would say. His clanmates noticed this, and attempted to speak to Creekheart, but he'd only push others away...except his sister. During these times, Briarstep and Creekheart grew closer. The two bonded and the only thing Creekheart tends to lean on today, is Briarstep. He tries to socialize with others the best he can, but he is a selective mute, other than towards his sister. the role player other characters: N/A. |
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