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ThunderClan

Ω Heavystep | tom - warrior - 44 moons

ShadowClan

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RiverClan

Ω Sheepclaw | tom - warrior - 12 moons
Ω Mousepaw | she-cat - apprentice - 9 moons

WindClan

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Other

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S H E E P C L A W

The stars were burning so bright
The sun was out 'till midnight
I say we lose control

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number:[/b] First
» clan: RiverClan
» age: 12 moons
» gender: Tom
» rank: Warrior
» status: Healthy
» apprentice: None

» description: Lanky black-and-white tom with sharp green eyes. [/ul]
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This handsome looking fellow is Sheepclaw. Yes, not the best of names but it certainly shouldn’t paint the picture alone. He’s a leggy tom that looks scrawny to the untrained eye. Granted, any proper mother would certainly egg him on to put weight on his bones, but he still holds his own easily, size aside. While Sheepclaw would love to be some towering brute, reality is that he's almost on the small end for a cat and no amount of legs can fix that. When you're small, you're small. At least the rest of him is normal in build. Not a whisker too long or a hair placed haphazardly. Nope, perfect in every way! Least that's how he likes to play it off as, vain little thing. It's his coat and eyes, however, that are the icing on this cake. A patch of black over his head, covering along his back and across the side of his legs, and all the way down his tail. The rest, bright white. Well, excluding that adorable dark nose! Sheepclaw finds a lot of pride in his colors and thinks he is the cat's meow. But if you aren't impressed there, how about those bright, pale green eyes? Sharp and attentive, if full of mischief. Overall, he's a pretty handsome thing in his own eyes and seems to assume everybody else thinks the same.

» personality:

Willing . Plucky . Humorous . Relaxed

Warrior life isn't half bad if you have proper warriors all around you. Sheepclaw may not be the best, but he certainly does carry some worthwhile traits. For one, he's always willing to do what it takes for his clan. If they need him to hunt or patrol or battle, he's always there to take that step. It should also be known that bravery follows suit with that. Fighting has never been an issue in his mind and Sheepclaw has no qualms following in his mother's pawsteps. She was brave to the point of stupidity, but hey! That's part of him too now. The one thing different from him and his parents would be his less-than-serious nature. Sheepclaw loves joking around. Teasing others is a nice little way to pass the time. Okay, not everybody appreciates it but he's just joking! Even when some cats may be mad at his "fun" jokes, Sheepclaw rarely seems to get stressed out. In fact, he's very laid back and tends to even look at moments of seriousness with a lazy-like attitude. Maybe it isn't totally appreciated, but it's nice to have at least one cat around not constantly stressing about the going-on's of the world.


Impulsive . Bully . Vulgar . Vain

The downside to Sheepclaw- well, that's a good majority. For every good there is a flipped negative. He's willing? Well, he's impulsive. Acting on his own will, when he wants, and at times straying from the original goal. His father had always hoped he'd grow out of this little stage yet he still hasn't done so. Maybe a little more maturity will clean him of his radical actions. Where he's a joker, he's favored to be a bully. Teasing is a way of play but his take on a harsh tone at times. His favorite target is Cherrypaw who easily bites back at his taunts. She seems to be the only one who can take his tasteless humor. He's very in-your-face and often stretches to the side of rude. Caring for others isn't his strong suit, but caring for himself? Now that is a talent he has soared with. Sheepclaw, despite his hatred for his own name, has always considered himself to be the most handsome of toms in RiverClan and takes a great deal of care to keep it that way. It's the pelt. Or maybe the whiskers. No wait, it's the paws. Screw it, it's everything! Sheepclaw is constantly worried about looking good in front of those he wants to impress. It's not just looks either. It's fighting and hunting and patrolling- anything he can take pride in. While not so much arrogant, he certainly doesn't feel bad about himself in any way.


» background:

Tallhawk, proud and handsome, was mate to Cootwhisker, brave and mighty. Okay, so that's just how he remembers them but in all reality, Tallhawk and Cootwhisker weren't bad as a couple. Granted, there seemed to be a stuffy sense of nobility between the duo that wasn't exactly "love." But it worked. Cootwhisker had two little kits. The first was her pride and joy- Sheepkit. He took after his mother, black and white and just as gorgeous. The other, however... he was young. Pure white, sickly, and hardly the energy to move. Egretkit didn't survive the night and that left Sheepkit to be the only survivor. Growing up, he never had much to hear about his brother. His parents refused to really acknowledge that Egretkit was even born to begin with. Perhaps it hurt their pride to see such a scrawny litter with only one surviving kit.

It wasn't a bad upbringing, honestly. Cootwhisker preferred to sleep among warriors than kits and spent plenty of time away from her only son. Tallhawk took up the other socialization necessities. He tried his best to teach his son from an early age, even if just telling him stories to encourage bravery and loyalty. When he was four moons old, Cootwhisker demanded to go with her fellow warriors. Sheepkit wasn't sure why she was going when other queens were going to stay behind, but he didn't argue. Tallhawk had always said never to argue with them.

The thing is, Cootwhisker didn't come back. Tallhawk, unknown to Sheepkit, brought back his mate's body and refused to let the tiny tom see her like that. He understood she was gone, but never could grasp it personally. It was like the idea of having just lost his mother completely went over his head. Tallhawk, colder than ever, simply assured he was living as his son was cared for by others.

Six moons, finally an apprentice. Sheep-paw was proud as ever and looked to his father for approval. A nod of the head and- was that a smile? Sheepclaw isn't sure whether he truly smiled, but it was good enough. Perhaps he only smiled because his only son was lucky enough to be named apprentice to the one and only Thornstar. While many didn't trust the half-clan cat, Sheep-paw never understood it. The tom was precise, if stressed, and had plenty to offer the youngster.

And excitement went right out the reeds after that. Sheep-paw had to keep up with his leader and mentor, which proved to be more than average training. If that wasn't bad enough, Tallhawk was always reminding his son about Cootwhisker's sacrificed. How she gave her very life to defend this clan, defend him and Thornstar, and all that was right. His (unhealthy) way of dealing with it all was forgetting. He simply let it slide off his shoulders and never addressed the personal stress and emotionally crushing reality.

Then there was Cherrypaw. Yeah, that little weirdo. Even when she was Cherrykit, the two played and teased each other. The older she got, the ruder the two became and soon medicine cat and warrior apprentices were seen as rivals. He couldn't pass her den without making some snide remark. Granted, he was often chewed out afterwards for his rudeness, but that didn't stop the two from bickering.

Through all of that, success finally came. After moons of training under Thornstar, he passed his evaluation. (Granted, it took a few times but he made it.) And just in time too! Only recently had he finished his vigil and rightfully earned his name as Sheepclaw. But does that mean everything's good? Tallhawk has resumed his cold demeanor and with training over, he doesn't even get to spend his time watching how stressed out Thornstar can get! Least he still can tease that silly she-cat Cherrypaw. At least for now.[/ul]
immediate kin

[/font] mate:[/b] OPEN

» father: Tallhawk
» mother: Cootwhisker

» brother: Egretkit[/ul][/font]
other

[/font] song:[/b] Best Day Of My Life by American Authors
» colors: #3b45c7. #71dbf2 . #dff4f6
» name meaning: Sheep- for black-and-white pelt . -claw for strong fighting skills
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H E A V Y S T E P

I'm glad
At least in my life
I've found someone

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number:[/b] Second
» clan: ThunderClan
» age: 44 moons
» gender: Tom
» rank: Senior Warrior
» status: Healthy
» apprentice: None

» description: Large brown-grey tabby tom with white markings and pale yellow eyes.[/ul]
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There’s one thing when you say a large cat. Some may think a towering brute of muscle and all legs. For Heavystep, well, perhaps it is best said in his name. Heavystep is one big cat. He isn’t chubby like a kittypet, but he certainly favors that “big boned” category over many of his lankier friends in the clan. With that in mind, he does come across as being quite stout. While some may be graceful and long-legged like cats should be, Heavystep seems to be down-to-earth in its most literal translation. A sturdy, heavyset body makes him a powerful foe on the battlefield. This robust creature’s brawn is his greatest strength when all else fails. Of course, that doesn’t make him perfect. In exchange for his honestly chubby appearance, his paws look odd on such little legs and his average sized tail and ears are only dwarfed with him. Heavystep is a dusty brown-grey tabby with delicate, fine stripes all along his pelt until his legs where they darken and thicken considerably. White patches all over him, running across his nose, neck, chest, down his stomach, and making adorable socks and mittens on his paws. A little pink nose and short, snowy whiskers make for a kitten-like face. Yet it’s when one meets the pale yellow eyes of this cat, they won’t see a kitten but a wise warrior with a gentle heart. In the end, this burly boy is nothing but a gentle giant.

» personality:

Agreeable . Thoughtful . Imaginative . Gentle Giant

A kit in a massive body basically. It’s hard to not at least see the good in Heavystep with his friendly and sweet nature. Naturally, he is the type to be amicable with most any cat. Arguments are what he dreads and he’ll be the yes-man so long as it avoids conflict. Some may not consider this to be a truly positive trait as with his pleasant nature will be a cat less directed towards the violence the coming wars may require. In any case, excluding the duties of a warrior, there’s still something whimsical about this cat. He looks out for his companions as a friend and tries his best to cheer them up when they are down. Heavystep still carries a great deal of his imaginative mind from the kit days and plays off of it when he can. Overall, the one thing that everybody seems to agree on is that this brute of a cat is nothing more than a gentle giant at heart. No matter how large his claws can be or how intimidating he can be just from the view, no part of him wants to be vicious or harmful to any.


Pushover . Nervous . Slow Minded . Gullible

Heavystep, however, is not all sweet and love. He’s a pushover, easily walked over by mot any cat. He has never had much of a backbone in comparison to what warriors are expected to be. On top of that, his intense aversion to any sort of conflict has made him a nervous, and almost anxious, companion in any situation that includes fighting. Slow to act and hesitant, it’s best to rely on him for his hunting more than his battling because he is so easily washed over with guilt when harming another. No matter the clan, this guy seems to fail to see the purpose of violence. Then again, Heavystep has never been to bright to begin with. One must be direct when addressing him because logic is the downfall to him. It’s made him not only slow to think but easily persuaded. Even joking doesn’t go over well because Heavystep can be literal from his lack of smarts. Still, loveble and sweet powers on if one can ignore the weak, dimwitted fool he could be seen as.


» background:

Heavykit and Adderkit. What a sweet little duo that were different from the start. On one side, you had Adderkit. The tabby-and-white tom was so much like Shrewheart. Brave, eager, and a spark of life to those around him. On the other, you had Heavykit. Minkclaw’s baby boy and sparkle in her eye. Gentle, sweet, and more content sleeping and snuggling than ever bothering with fighting or roughhousing. They were different from the start. Minkclaw treasured her youngsters and Shrewheart always was eager to spend time with his own kits as well. It wasn’t like they had a bad upbringing, considering the times to come. In fact, some would consider it the best for a kit to have. Their parents weren’t young and foolish, rather senior warriors who had waited until the right moment (in their minds) to have kits. So what caused such trouble to brew?

Adderkit was small. He was a runt in comparison to his larger, far healthier brother. Heavykit, while naive to his own size, was even more oblivious to Adderkit’s jealousy. Even when they became warriors, that jealousy never died.

Eventually, the two were named apprentices and Heavypaw was more than happy to take up training. Now, the idea of battling freaked him out and it took plenty of practice to even encourage the timid tom to try, but training was no struggle otherwise. Adderpaw showed extreme talent in battling, however. Where his sibling hesitated, he excelled greatly. Yet there was one thing he just couldn’t get over. Adderpaw was still small for a cat and dreamed of being a proper warrior to the clan. What kind of cat could guard his clan if one warrior could easily overwhelm him? Unlike Heavypaw who could still stand with two other apprentices almost draped over his back! (Least it seemed that way at the time.)

One day, he just snapped. Not Heavypaw. Adderpaw. He cringed as Adderpaw shouted at him, screaming about how lucky he was to be powerful in body, yet he was a disgrace for being so weak in heart. The two never really spoke properly for the rest of their apprenticeship. It was cold, scary even. For Heavypaw who relied on others for a source of backbone, he suddenly felt weaker than ever. Luckily. warriorhood was only around the corner and the brothers stood side by side once more to be named.

Heavystep and Adderblaze.

It didn’t help much to their relationship. Heavystep tried everything to get Adderblaze to recognize him again. It rarely worked outside of cold responses and more like regular warrior talk than true brothers. When it came to life, there was little to nothing exciting otherwise. Heavystep refused to take an apprentice, always enjoying general life over the responsibilities that would come along with it. Despite the cold shouldering, all was going well until the battle of fourtrees. Father and son, Shrewheart and Adderblaze, both attended..

Neither returned.

Both were killed in the battle and Heavystep felt horrible, blaming himself for the poor relationship the brothers had. While he is convinced they didn’t truly hate each other, that’s no way to end life. He’s had to move on, not that there was option in that. His mother, Minkclaw, retired due to her age making Heavystep the last warrior of his family. He just wants to go back to feeling carefree and easy about his life, not stressed and alone. Surely he’ll find a way to resume that happy life.
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immediate kin

[/font] mate:[/b] (Nightheart)

» father: Shrewheart
» mother: Minkclaw

» brother: Adderblaze[/ul][/font]
other

[/font] song:[/b] You and I by Michael Bublé
» colors: #c79e00 . #ebf903 . #dad792
» name meaning: Heavy- for being large, heavy kit at birth . -step for notable gait and paws
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n a m e

need to know

[/b] character number. is this your first one, second one, tenth? just list it, please.
»clan:
» age: in moons.
» gender:
» rank:
» status: are they healthy, pregnant, sick, hurt, injured, etc? list it here.
» mentor/apprentice: if any.

» description: one small sentence describing them for the allegiances.[/ul]
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[/b] 200 words, at least.

» personality: 200 words, at least.

» background: 300 words, at least.[/ul]
immediate kin

[/b] if any.
» sons: if any.
» daughters: if any.[/ul]
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you can add cousins, uncles, aunts, etc. as you please, as long as you use the examples above for how to write them out.[/ul][/font]

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o n e - e a r

Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see

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number:[/b] 5th
» clan: UNKNOWN
» age: 39 moons
» gender: Tom
» rank: UNKNOWN
» status: Healthy, only just recovered
» apprentice: Tigertail . OPEN

» description: Muscular dark tabby tom with pale green eyes.[/ul]
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[/font] appearance:[/b]

This tom is not one to be messed with. While not extraordinarily large or small, he certainly looks like a lot of cat for what his body provides. He’s a muscular sort of tom that can be highly intimidating purely from looks. Beneath unkempt fur are a few good scars that seem to tell a story of a great warrior. While most were gained in the main battle, the Battle of Fourtrees, that doesn't mean he isn't willing to accept the name that goes alongside them. One-ear's name, well, it should make it obvious what his most noticed trait would be. Just a caution to any younger warriors- pick your battles wisely. Some you are just not able to take on and you don't walk away whole from them. Luckily, it was only an ear and not an eye or worse. You learn lessons quickly that way. One-ear at least is a handsome, dark tabby whose intense stripes melt away into an obscure mess of brown and black all in one. His muzzle seems to be the only paled thing on him. A bright, almost orange shade of pink brings out his nose. Strange out his nose stands out so much more than those intense, pale green eyes that seem to stare right through.


» personality:

Calm . Deliberate . Modest . Faithful

Leading never seemed to be a natural talent One-ear gained, but he certainly learned to fill the role as necessary. For one, he isn’t the type of leader that walks without care across the thorns. No, he’s more of the type to sit back and examine everything around him, planning and producing something just short of brilliant genius at times. Very little riles him up to the point of temperamental. Sure, he can be bitter and vile when bringing up topics he refuses to discuss, but he tends to come across as cool-headed, if cold. Even when danger is near, this tom has learned that acting out of impulse has only caused trouble. On top of that, arrogance has no place in the heart of a cat for it only clouds their real judgement. Pride is not something he enjoys to savor and often still struggles to see himself as a true deputy. He still sees himself on the same level as his friends and despises when rank makes a statement more than his own name. But above all else, above even the best and worst of cats, there is StarClan. Even if they haven’t spoken in ages, One-ear refuses to accept that they’re gone or that anything happening now is without true cause. They are being tested, in his mind, and the non-believers will fall through soon enough. He’s determined to follow his belief in StarClan to the very last moment, no matter what others say. If it is his duty to purge the forest of the liars and traitors to StarClan, well, then so be it.

Reserved . Inflexible . Vengeful . Jealous

This guy doesn’t bond well with others, perhaps because he’s always been very naturally shy. Even from a young age, he’s always been better off alone than with large groups of others. As he grew up, the shyness gave away to a general sense of being closed off personally. Addressing the clan and acting as a leading warrior work much better this way. So personal relationships are difficult to build. On top of that, change is far from his favorite thing. Losing StarClan, the word of rebels from ShadowClan, a half-clan leader in RiverClan- is there no sanctity to the way things used to be? One-ear really dislikes when things change around him. It’s bound to happen, but just not like this. Even in making decisions, he hates knowing last minute changes happen. There has to be some sort of structure. It’s best to be cautious because between that and his naturally vindictive soul don’t make a great pair. Fool me once, shame on me and never regain that trust again. One-ear doesn’t trust easily and finds the need to return the pain whenever necessary. Knowing how badly Foxstar was hurt after losing his kits, One-ear is more than glad to follow in an attack and redeem what was done. His anger stems between that and a jealous part of him that looks at what others have and wish it only for himself. Others are happy, in love, and continuing on semi-normally despite the collapsing way of the clans. He wants to feel that happy. Foxstar is one of the oldest and most respected leaders to date, least he thinks so. He’d love to see that respected. And don’t even get started on relationships. Trust me, guys, you don’t want to step in on any girl he wants to claim as his own. Caution are best used with One-ear at any possible moment.


» background:

There is no prouder thing to a kit than to know their parents were good warriors, pure of blood and heart. Mostly blood though. Pikefang and Teaselfur were born and bred ThunderClan warriors. There was nothing that stood between them and their pureline. But they weren’t mates. No, the two never loved each other. Granted, they were still good friends but Teaselfur just wanted kits and Pikefang was convenient. That is how you got the three kits best known as Emberkit, Finchkit, and Volekit. To the pride and joy of their parents, all were healthy and perfect in their own eyes. Emberkit and Finchkit were immediately the overpowering ones. The two sisters were always wrestling once they could walk and were very social, ready to tackle the world ahead of them.

Little Volekit much preferred watching and listening rather than participating. At times, his sisters could encourage their bigger brother to join, but for every one round of wrestling, there were plenty sat out. Teaselfur never bothered pushing her son to join and interact. She just wanted to mother and love all over her kits. Pikefang didn’t involve himself much with them, perhaps leaving his job back in the past, two moons prior to their birth. Being raised with one parent isn’t so bad, especially with one like Teaselfur.

Even when they got near apprentice age, she still coddled them to near death. She was constantly talking to other warriors about who wanted to take the joy of mentoring her babies. Volekit hated the attention while his sisters’ relished in the idea of their coming apprenticeship. Least their wishes were granted. Emberpaw and Finchpaw, side by side, with Volepaw right behind them. He didn’t mind feeling unnoticed because it was just how he wanted things to be.

Due to her age and weakening body, their mother shortly after joined the elders despite her stubbornness to stay a warrior. (Not like she wanted to fight. She was just in denial about her age overall.) Volepaw almost found himself gracious because now he had all the time in the world for himself, or at least just between him and his mentor. While Emberpaw and Finchpaw had to learn self-control and grow up, the only son found that his shy and mature demeanor excelled quickly. Guess that was all Pikefang needed to know as he took random and sudden interest in his son. He quickly was gushing at any moment possible about that proud moment of his life known as Volepaw. Great, would there never be a break?

What more could a young tom do than ignore it the best he could? At least there was one thing going for him, and that was a young she-cat that caught his attention, Rosepaw. Unfortunately, Volepaw was still painfully shy and never could approach her. Yet she seemed sweet enough. Emberpaw was great friends with her and from what he could tell, she was a more gentle soul and less rambunctious than the rest of his family. Even at a young age, he was convinced that Rosepaw would be his mate.

Then the day came and the trio were named warriors. Emberthroat, Finchwing, and Vole-ear. After vigil, his sisters practically tackled him and started spewing about how he just HAD to admit his crush to little Rosepaw. He just had to! Why wouldn’t he? That’d be silly, wouldn’t it? Just silly, silly, silly! Vole-ear was never one to take pestering well and broke down, agreeing to their crazy ideas. With all the courage he could muster up, he eventually stepped up and dared to ask his crush about her feelings.

Lo and behold, she shared them. The two seemed to go from practically strangers to immediate lovebugs overnight. It was impossible to separate them. The two were even reluctant to sleep in separate dens. Vole-ear would always be the first up to greet her though. It took a couple moons, but eventually Rosepaw was named a warrior as well. So now it was Vole-ear and Rosewhisker. Well, how can anybody be shocked to hear that it only took a couple of moons before she moved into the nursery.

Overall, nothing could be greater. He had a mate, his sisters were off his back, Teaselfur had backed down, and even Pikefang seemed to stop pestering his son.On top of that, Foxstar had given him an apprentice- a little cat named Tigerpaw. It was the happiest time of his life. At least, it was for a while. After a long hunt, Vole-ear had returned and saw a sobbing Rosewhisker at the den of the medicine cat.

She had miscarried.

He wanted to be hopeful. He wanted to believe StarClan wouldn’t just do this to him. The two stayed strong together, knowing that surely they were only being tested. The two tried again. But it never seemed to result. Rosewhisker soon found out that it just wasn’t meant to be. She couldn’t have kits.

Where she accepted it, Vole-ear reacted with disdain. What was once sweet love turned to bitter hatred. He blamed her for this, thinking only of what little hurt pride was left. There was no way StarClan would be so hostile to him like this. It was impossible. In the end, he retreated into his warrior duties and working with Tigerpaw more than his own mate. Least he was excelling and showing success where Vole-ear himself had failed to. If all else failed, then surely there could be some pride to be found in Tigerpaw’s warrior ceremony where he was named Tigertail.

Yet it felt… unsatisfying.The random, miraculous joy came from the worst of accidents. A rough storm had broken a branch which came loose, falling on the deputy, Breezeheart. The injury was severe and a new deputy would be needed. Vole-ear thought nothing of it because, well, he was just another warrior. So why Foxstar called out his name shocked probably close to everybody. Deputy? Him? The first cat to congratulate him was Rosewhisker, but the newly named deputy of ThunderClan shrugged her off.

That was the worst decision he could have ever made. The world slowly crashed down around him. First, his mother passed. She was elderly and it was to be expected, but it still hurt. Not long after, even Pikefang fell to age and illness. He had never been close to the tom, yet there was still a pain. His sisters became concerned for him. He closed them out. Rosewhisker was worried for him. He closed her out even more than his sisters.

One whole year of cold shouldering and trying to forget how confused he still was. The more time he had as deputy, the more he fell into step with the work. It was going well despite the whole StarClan quiet spell. Then there was the battle- no. Not just the battle. The loss. As deputy, he dutifully followed Foxstar and nearly wished he hadn’t. That battle broke out and many cats were lost. Among them happened to be his former mate, Rosewhisker. For the first time in ages, emotion outside of his reserved mask showed through. He leapt to defend her, long after she had been killed, only to find he had taken on more than he could handle.

Rumor has it the WindClan deputy died in that battle. Considering their own lost numbers, he was lucky to be alive. Some warrior, unknown to this day, had taken a vicious bite to his ear and tearing it to a nub. The battle left a sour taste not only in his mouth but the whole clan’s. Foxstar dubbed him as One-ear, to remind him of that battle and his actions. While some may consider it an honor for the bravery shown, he considered it a constant referral to how he had treated Rosewhisker in her last moments.

One-ear refused to step down from his position and continued on. Having no medicine cat was no help whatsoever. Maybe StarClan was looking out for them. After all, he was alive to see another day. Who could be lucky enough to say that? One-ear gradually tries to walk on but seemed to have resorted back to his coldness. Maybe he doesn’t want to admit his faults or still blames himself for Rosewhisker’s death. Regret fills him and jealousy of others’ happiness overwhelms him.

For his clan, he continues on. He has to. All of this has shown him that they need StarClan and their faith more than ever. Foxstar is leading them in the right direction and they have to fight for their gracious ancestors. If they work hard, surely they can reach them again. If they do, maybe, just maybe, he can be reunited with Rosewhisker just one more time to say the only thing he wished he had told her all along.

“I’m sorry.”[/ul]
Immediate Kin

[/font] mate:[/b] Rosewhisker . OPEN

» father: Pikefang
» mother: Teaselfur

» sisters: Emberthroat, Finchwing[/ul]
other

[/font] song:[/b] Thank You For Loving Me by Bon Jovi
» colors: #747474 . #bdbcba . #f4f4f4
» name meaning: Vole- for dark pelt. -ear for strong hearing . One- for rename after losing his ear to badger[/ul][/font]