Post by sydney ♑ on Dec 5, 2014 17:06:54 GMT -5
s p i d e r t h o r n
need to know
» clan : WindClan
» gender : Tom
» age : 42 Moons
» rank : Med. Cat
» status : Healthy.
» apprentice : Ravenkit; future apprentice.
» description : Massive, black long-haired tom with yellow eyes.[/ul]
deeper
That, of course, would be the second thing you would notice. Spiderthorn's sleek, black fur- extra long in length and good for keeping him warm on even the coldest of nights. His fur only adds to his large stature and makes the tom look like a behemoth. Some say it's a shame he became a medicine cat- he's so large and strong that he would have made an excellent warrior.
The tom's face, in comparison, is rather small- but his long cheek fur and fluffy 'mane' makes up for this. The only thing that really looks small on him are his eyes, which are bright yellow in color, and-
Well, his tail. Or his lack of one. Spiderthorn was born entirely tailless- there's not even a stub. His back ends and then- nothing- just a mess of fluff. He truly has no tail.
His mother, when he was a kit, would like to joke that he was so large that he just ran out of room to grow it while she was pregnant with him.
No matter what the reason, however, Spiderthorn clearly doesn't have one- but it's the only thing 'lacking' in his appearance. He makes sure of that.
» personality : infatuated with palestar . zealot . charismatic . paranoid . god complex . conniving . arrogant
It is advisable to never play with a poisonous spider. The same could be said for Spiderthorn. A smart, manipulative cat- he knows what to say to get you to believe him. He's always had a way with words- an ability to twist what you say into whatever fits his needs best. He's a conniving tom- one you should always watch your back around. He has only his own best interests in heart- no matter what he might say.
Since the dawn of Palestar's enlightenment Spiderthorn has played the part of the mouth piece of the prophet very well. He has a way with words, of course, and the uncanny ability to weasel his way into any form of power he can find. He's charming, certainly, and very believable- Palestar wouldn't trust him, otherwise. Greyfeather would not have trained him for all those moons if he hadn't been.
The tom enjoys speaking of himself- or maybe he just enjoys hearing his voice. He's known to have long, 'grand' speeches about Palestar- the prophet- and of all the good she will bring. He's good at bullshitting. Either way- he's good at what he does. And what he does is lie.
Not that you'd ever know, of course. He's been lying for seasons now- and no one has suspected anything yet. His paranoia could be the blame for that- whatever he does he has other cats do- it'll never come back to him. As he gains more and more power, though, his arrogant personality has started to shine through more and more-
He's always thought highly of himself. He's always known he was destined for good things- he always knew he'd be in control- one day.
Or he's convinced himself he would be.
But oh, always mind your tongue- Spiderthorn anything but the devoted medicine cat? Anything but the prophet's most trusted adviser? Spiderthorn- anything but a godly cat?
It just couldn't be.
» background : Spiderthorn was born in new-leaf, moons ago, when the sun was high and the breeze was sweet. His birth was a normal one, not too early, not too late, he was born right when he should've. He was the son of two WindClan warriors, the youngest in their first litter. His mother and father dubbed him first, Spiderkit, for his dark fur, and then moved on to name his older, daintier sister, Rook-kit. He and Rook-kit, save for their difference in size, were identical as kits. People often spoke of them together, as one entity, and Spiderkit often found himself longing for some way to separate himself from his older sister. She was his sister, of course, and he did care for her but, kits always want to make themselves known for something besides their family. Many cats want this and Spiderkit was no different.
He wouldn't find a way, however, until he was nearing eight moons old.
He was an apprentice now, a lazy one but, an apprentice none the less. He'd often tag alongside older apprentices, ones who got into trouble often, and try to 'fit in' among them. He wanted to be noticed, praised, sought after, and other sort of things. But, it was hard, you see, when you're just another apprentice among a group of apprentices. He had done nothing that made him stand out amongst his peers, and, he truly was nothing like Rookpaw, who was too small to do much of anything but tried so hard. She earned praise from the leader and her mentor.
Spiderpaw had yet to earn any praise- any recognition.
So, instead, he goofed off with the older apprentices, would sneak out and shirked out on his duties. Often they'd slip out during the early morning to go 'hunting' and would instead spend all day near the RiverClan border, taunting other apprentices or playing games dangerously close to the gorge. They'd nearly always get caught, however, and reprimanded by their mentors. Spiderpaw can't tell you how many times he got his ears cuffed during the first moon of his apprenticeship.
And yet he continued to do it. Even if he was called a trouble maker, he continued his ways. Other cats were noticing him. Why should he stop now? He bullied smaller apprentices, even his older sister, and often played and trained too rough, never caring to sheath his claws. He went all the way, even when training, and his mentor and parents were at a loss for what to do for him. Eventually, after he turned seven moons old, he got caught slipping over borders without a care and Harestar stepped in. He essentially grounded Spiderpaw, keeping him confined to the camp and forcing him to be the aged medicine cat's, Greyfeather, who had no apprentice at the time, personal gopher.
In the end though, Spiderthorn found his calling there. He found himself amazed with Greyfeather. The tom was old, aged and yet, one of the most respected cats in all of the Clan. The leader came to him for advice- for help.
Spiderpaw wanted part of that. He wanted that respect, that love- He needed it. One week into his punishment and he found himself begging Greyfeather to let him be his apprentice. Greyfeather saw some potential in him, and, together, they went and approached Harestar with the offer. Harestar thought it was a grand idea- get Spiderpaw away from violence and training. Perhaps working with medicine would mellow him out, smooth his rough edges. And so it was, and so it came to be. Spiderpaw, barely eight moons, became the medicine cat apprentice of WindClan.
Who knows how things might of changed, if he had remained an apprentice to a warrior.
Who knows.
Spiderpaw, though less lazy as he had been as a warrior apprentice, slacked off for the first couple days of his training. He was far more interested in the other parts of a medicine cat's duty- StarClan, dreams, and being consulted with. His first trip to the Mothermouth promised him this- but it never came. He slept with his nose pressed against the Moonstone but, instead of waking to cats with stars in their pelts, he awoke to Greyfeather rousing him from sleep. He had no dream of StarClan that night- or any night after.
It infuriated him. How dare StarClan not grace his presence like they did all the others- he was a medicine cat now- or he would be once Greyfeather died- they HAD to speak to him. The leader of his Clan would one day come to him for council. He would heal- and already did- the injured.
He would hold the fate of many cats in his paws.
Not yet of course, he was only an apprentice but, he would. He would be the most important figure in the Clan- forget the leader- it would be him.
And yet StarClan did not come.
Not on the next Half-Moon or the Moon after that- They never came.
It left a bitter taste in Spiderthorn's mouth. He was above all the other warriors and apprentices in the Clan now- but StarClan would not recognize it.
But who needs StarClan? Spiderpaw was very good at faking- and as long as the Clan did not know of his- handicap- he would still become Medicine Cat. He would still have that power.
That respect.
And he needed it.
Now it was in his tenth moon that Spiderpaw met Palestar, then Paleheart at the time. Of course he had seen the older she-cat around before but, they had never really interacted- and he had never really gotten a good look at her. Of course, when he finally did meet her and see her without the wool of his envious warrior apprenticeship over his eyes, it was under rather, interesting circumstances. Paleheart had gone into labor in the nursery and, Greyfeather, going to assist her, brought Spiderpaw along.
It wasn't too hard of a birth, and, Paleheart soon had two mewling kits by her side.
A nondescript birth, certainly, and it would not have left any affect on Spiderpaw if he had not seen the outpouring of cats coming to see Paleheart after her birth. Her mate, her father- cats she was unrelated to poured in. Even the deputy and leader stopped by to see her. Spiderpaw's own parents rarely checked in on him, now, and yet, here was a cat- unimpressive in most ways- being seen and visited with half- if not more- of the Clan.
It puzzled the apprentice. How could a warrior, just a simple warrior, be liked by so many cats? Liked by more cats than he, the medicine cat apprentice, was liked by. It was unfair. Unjust.
It was strange.
So he watched her.
And he watched her.
But, as the moons turned, and Paleheart left the nursery for the Warriors Den once more- Spiderpaw could see no reason why she was so well liked. It became an obsession of his- even when he saw there were other cats who held the same sway over the clan as Paleheart did- none of them rattled him like she had.
This, unusual infatuation, stayed with Spiderthorn as he earned his name- recognized as a full Medicine Cat. Perhaps he was still under Greyfeather's tutelage, certainly- but now, whenever the old cat croaked- he would have control of the Medicine Cat den.
He would be the one they would have to all come to.
Only him.
It was only four moons after Paleheart left the nursery that Spiderthorn finally found the reason why she was so liked- even by him. Silverflight, the old fool, had passed away from an infection- one that should have easily been fixed but could not- and Paleheart was named deputy in his place.
She had been destined for such a position, Spiderthorn supposed, from birth- and this was why she had been so well liked. Even after this 'discovery' though, the tom's infatuation stayed. It infuriated him, still, but he began to accept it.
Harestar soon perished, as well, and Palestar became leader. Thus began a period of Spiderthorn's life where he began to shrink on his duties- instead visiting the new leader and deputy as often as he could- giving them his "and Greyfeather's" council whenever needed.
The following first Half-Moon of leaf-fall Greyfeather and the other medicine cats reported no news of StarClan speaking to them.
Nor did they speak in the Half-Moons that followed. The clans were rattled and Spiderthorn played the part of a concerned tom very well- but he truthfully could care less. StarClan had never spoken to him either and he had done fine- did they truly need the advice of such "sage" cats when they never spoken to those who deserved it- like himself?
Five moons after their silence the Battle of Four Trees was fought- and Spiderthorn watched as his parents and deputy were killed in battle. He could have helped them some, certainly- but he had never felt any great affection for his parents and- perhaps he had always been jealous of Crowpelt- so adored by the Clan- Palestar included.
He watched, those following moons, as Palestar shrinked into her den- becoming a hollow of the cat he had once knew. His concern, however, did not last as his mentor soon died- and Spiderthorn found himself as the new, official, and sole Medicine Cat of WindClan.
The power was intoxicating.
Palestar was still grieving- so the clan came to him for their needs. Sure, the new deputy was there too- but when the green cough came- oh they all answered to him and him alone. It was then that Spiderthorn saw why he had still been infatuated with Palestar for all these moons. It was destiny, of course, their 'meeting' all those moons ago had lead to this- Crowpelt dying, StarClan's silence-
Palestar and he were to rule WindClan. They were the two most fit- the most deserving of the role. But a medicine cat leading? The Clan would not have it- So he needed a way for him to do so without the Clan realizing what he was doing.
The idea came to him when Palestar lost her third life. The way in so to speak- his chance for power.
So he told her, sweet Palestar, that the Clan, their Clan, needed a light to follow in StarClan's absence. And he had seen such a light when she had died. StarClan had left, yes- but they were reborn inside of her. Palestar was StarClan now- or at least all the StarClan they needed.
It was crock, of course but, Spiderthorn saw the chance for more power and took it. Why wouldn't Palestar believe a Medicine Cat?
And being so enlightened now, Palestar would need not to return to her normal duties- Spiderthorn and her deputy would oh so graciously take them up. Leave the speaking to us, Palestar- we will tell the Clan your wisdom and allow those who oh so desperately need your advice to speak to you.
And soon, when Spiderthorn does away with the deputy- Palestar will need only him to speak to the Clan.
The Clan will answer to him- look to him.
Oh, it might be a hard pill to swallow- but Spiderthorn has always been stubborn about his patients taking their medicine in the end.
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immediate kin
» sons : None.
» daughters : None.[/ul]
extended kin
» mother :
» brothers : - - -
» sister : Rookfeather
» nephews : Darktail . Batflight . Sootstorm
» nieces : Ivypatch . Ravenkit[/ul]