Post by sydney ♑ on Mar 1, 2012 22:51:57 GMT -5
b i r c h c l a w
need to know
» clan : ShadowClan
» gender : Tom
» age : 68 Moons
» rank : Senior Warrior
» status : Aged but, healthy.
» apprentice : N/A
» description : Exotic grey-brown tom with golden eyes.[/ul]
deeper
The top of his coat is coated in a sleek, gray color, for instance and, the bottom of it is coated in a ruddy brown color. He's a rather odd looking fellow, if not exotic, with handsome golden eyes and a velvety brown nose. His eyes may be a bit big for his face, often narrowed or slanted in a distrusting manner. His fur is short and soft, making him an excellent tom to lean or snuggle on and, his tail is long and willowy, giving him wonderful balance.
He may not look it but, he's a very strong tom, with lots of lean muscles hidden beneath his fur. He may be one of the older warriors but, that does not mean he's weak or brittle. There's a lot of power hidden beneath his soft fur, and, a brain to match within his head.
He's come a long way from being a sickly little kit, that's for sure.
A very long way.
» personality : Due to his rather unfortunate upbringing, Birchclaw grew from what could have been a loyal, warrior into an angry, skeptical tom. He's disloyal to his clan, doing what he pleases rather then what is asked for him to do and, thinks of himself as stronger and better then nearly all the cats in ShadowClan. He's also rather abusive though, not in the way one may think. He can put you down emotionally and verbally, verbally abusing and berating all that upset him and sometimes, sometimes he may even use his claws.
But, there's something charming about the tom, something that'll just drag you back, even if he just forced you to go to the medicine cat's den. Perhaps it's fear, fear that he'll kill you if you leave him or tell on him, or perhaps its fear he'll kill your friends or family...
Who knows. What we do know though, is that you'll just find yourself unable to leave him if he ever decides that you're his. He preys upon the weak minded and pretty, most of the time. They're the easiest to manipulate.
They're the easiest.
Due to never getting enough attention as a kit, Birchclaw became possessive of any attention he received. This possessive nature over-took his whole life and, though, while he may not show it, if he decides he wants something, he becomes possessive of it. That's another trait of his: determination.
If he wants something, he will get it, no questions asked. He's manipulative, he can con or force you into doing whatever he wants. He'll never give up, not until what he wants is his.
And then, well then he'll never give it up.
What's his is his and you can never have it.
And if you try to take it, well...
Well then he'll just kill you.
It's as simple as that.
» background : Born to two rather un-loving parents, Birchclaw was a sickly cat upon his birth. While any other cat would have doted on the sickly kit, unfortunately, Birchclaw's parents were not any other cats. The two, Darkstorm and Weaselheart, were a cruel couple, only together for the kits and because Weaselheart worshiped the ground Darkstorm walked on. Darkstorm, a large and angry tom, was trying to wiggle his way into becoming leader and, in his eyes, having a strong, healthy kit would help him worm his way in.
Sadly, Birchclaw was not a strong nor healthy kit.
Just from seeing the frail and sickly thing only moments after its birth, Darkstorm decided he hated the kit. Nothing short then perfection was going to be accepted from the tom, even if he was expecting perfection from a newborn kit. He left Weaselheart in rage that night and, Weaselheart, seeing how angry her mate was at her, threw her little kit to the side, abandoning him for good.
Birchclaw was alone from the start, from what he can remember. His mother never came to visit, she cared not for the little kit, not even enough to name him. Instead, an aging queen with eight kits of her own took Birchclaw in and named him. She fostered him until he was strong enough to take care of himself and, then, returned her full attention back to her own kits.
As a kit, Birchclaw listened to the elders' stories of StarClan with disinterest, not believing their silly stories for a moment. He played with other kits, perhaps a bit too roughly and, most of the time, he sat and watched the Clan cats. Or, to be more precise, he sat and watched his father.
Day after day, he would sit and watch the father he never knew, hoping one day he might perhaps sit and talk to him.
He never did.
And, with every day Darkstorm never spoke a word to Birchclaw, Birchclaw found himself growing more and more angry. He would prove to Darkstorm he was worth something one day, that he wasn't just a sickly kit.
Yes, he would prove it one day.
Time passed and Birchclaw eventually turned from a kit to an apprentice.
Unfortunately, Darkstorm was chosen as the tom's mentor and, as one could expect, Birchclaw didn't really learn anything from his father. He hoped though, oh, he had hoped.
He was eight moons old when Weaselheart moved back into the nursery and, he was ten moons old when she gave birth to two healthy kits. One tom and one she-cat. Stormkit, in honor of his father, and, Dustkit in honor of the she-kit's dusty coat.
Darkstorm, for once, was pleased.
And suddenly, Birchclaw found himself growing more and more angry towards the older tom and his younger siblings.
How dare they receive attention from his parents!
How dare Darkstorm actually care about them!
He never cared for him!
And, this, is perhaps when Birchclaw snapped. Angry and heart-broken, the tom lured his father out of camp one day, having said Stormkit had wandered far out of camp.
And, he was right.
Stormkit had wandered away but, not because of his adventurous personality, no, Birchpaw had dragged the little kit away secretly. Darkstorm found the kit but, not as he had wished. He found the little kit, barely two moons old, dangling from Birchpaw's jaws and hanging over the edge of the cliffs.
"Do you love me?"
He had asked the question ever so innocently when Darkstorm approached, placing Stormkit down safely on the ground and holding him in place with a paw.
"What?! You steal my kit and then ask me a question like that?! What's wrong with you?!"
"Do. You. Love. Me?"
For a moment, there was no answer.
Birchpaw began to grow steadily and steadily more angry. And, as the moments ticked by, he snatched Stormkit back up in his jaws, ignoring the kit's squeals of pain.
"Do you love me?"
This time he loosened his grip on his brother's scruff, snorting happily as he inched closer and closer out of Birchpaw's mouth. Darkstorm, seeing what danger his son (and in his mind, only heir) was in, finally answered.
His answer though, was a lie.
"Of course."
"Wrong! You've never shown me any love! I'm going to ask again: Do you love me?!"
Darkstorm lied again but, this time, Birchpaw had suffered enough.
"I always have!"
"LIAR!"
Fueled by rage, Birchpaw stared angrily at his father before throwing his head towards the edge of the cliff, letting Stormkit fall out of his jaws as he did so. He laughed as the kit hit the ground.
And he laughed even more as Darkstorm attacked him.
It didn't take the apprentice much effort to kick the aging tom off him and, his laughter merely increased as he realized he had kicked Darkstorm right off the edge of the cliff.
"Guess I'm not such a sickly kit, after all, hm father?"
He returned to camp laughing.
They found Stormkit and Darkstorm five sunrises later.
And no one could understand why Birchpaw was in such a happy mood after hearing about their deaths, though, most chalked it up to him not caring very much. After all, Darkstorm had never cared for him.
Things returned to normal and, Birchpaw was given a new mentor. He became Birchclaw merely two moons later and, two moons afterwards he remained the only living relative to Dustkit, Weaselheart having killed herself shortly after her mate's death. He watched Dustkit become Dustpaw and, then, Duststorm.
He has been around for years now, watching as the clans grew and ShadowClan became “silent”. He doesn't care much either way, he never believed in StarClan but, he has watched the civil unrest in the clan grow more and more, and, while it is amusing to watch, in truth, he's indifferent to it. He's starting to grow bored.
He'll have to change that.[/ul]
immediate kin
» sons : ---
» daughters : ---[/ul]
extended kin
» mother :
» brothers :
» sisters : Duststorm[/ul]