SMOKEPAW, apprentice | Eternity's End

Welcome, visitor. Welcome to a forest where four Clans reside in constant competition, where loners and rogues struggle on the sidelines, where the strong are outmaneuvered by the weak and the brave make their own way through will alone. Welcome to a forest where StarClan does not speak, and no cat knows the reason for their silence. In a forest where nothing is certain, the only constant is the will of individuals to survive because every breath could be their last.

When the ancestors they vaunted went silent, there was confusion at first. Then there was panic and fear, unrest and blame. Moons passed without a word from the Clans' starry ancestors, and tensions rose until at last a bloodbath at Fourtrees put an end to the Gathering tradition. Thus began a period of silence between all the Clans of the forest—one which continues to stretch on with no end in sight.

Now StarClan has been silent for a full year, and chaos still reigns. ThunderClan and RiverClan are on the verge of war, and conflict within ShadowClan has split the Clan into two factions—the believers and the rebels. No cat hears from WindClan any more, as they keep to themselves and their so-called prophet, worshipping her in lieu of the ancestors who no-longer offer their guidance. As falling leaves herald the leaf-bare that is on its way, no cat knows what the coming moons will hold for the forest's four Clans.

SMOKEPAW, apprentice Dec 12, 2014 12:50:14 GMT -5

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Post by Ki on Dec 12, 2014 12:50:14 GMT -5

Smokepaw

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[/b] fourth
»clan: RiverClan
» age: 10 moons
» gender: Tom
» rank: Apprentice
» status: Perpetually skinny, but healthy
» mentor/apprentice: ---

» description: Skinny gray tabby with amber eyes.[/ul]
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[/b] Smokepaw has always been a little on the small side. He was the runt of the litter, and still is. He's a skinny tom, and no matter how much he eats he never seems to get any larger. Even in newleaf when prey is plentiful and bellies are often full, Smokepaw's ribs can always be faintly seen. Because of this he is occasionally called 'sickly', but for the most part he's rather healthy. Smokepaw has thoughtful amber eyes that he inherited from his mother, though everything else belongs solely to his father. Smokepaw has his elongated build and legs, which frankly looks more WindClan than it does RiverClan. But his fur is perfect for swimming through the waters. It's short and sleek, allowing him to swim fast and dry off even faster. His undercoat is a very light gray, almost white, while the stripes that cover him are a darker gray. His nose and pads are a pale pink color.

» personality: Being the runt of five, Smokepaw has always been a little bit quiet. He's very used to being shoved aside and occasionally forgotten about. For the most part he's rather quiet, and typically very nervous. The thought of talking to other cats occasionally even seems terrifying to him; Smokepaw is always afraid he will do or say the wrong thing, and that the other cats will laugh at him. He also tends to be a bit...nervous. Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong as far as Smokepaw is concerned. Each time it rains, he frets about a flood. Each time the hunters come back with only a few fish, he fears there will be a famine. The poor tom never seems to be able to lie down or sit for very long, either. He's constantly moving, pacing, fidgeting. There are certain cats he is comfortable with, however. Around Mousepaw, for instance, Smokepaw is far more relaxed. When he is with her he reveals himself to be a very thoughtful and patient cat, who simply wants to help his clan the best he can.

» background: When Brindledpetal and Silverstorm's kits first arrived, everyone was delighted. It was a large litter, and every single kit was healthy. Both parents were well-respected members of the clan, and everyone was certain that their kits would grow into wonderful warriors. But as many cats crooned over his brothers and sisters, Smokekit was often left out. For the first moon of his life the only one who seemed certain he would live was his mother, who insisted that he was perfectly healthy despite being very small. In the end she proved correct. But, towards the end of Smokekit's second moon, tragedy struck. His father Silverstorm was killed in the Battle of Fourtrees. The kits were still too young to understand it, but Brindledpetal's heart was broken. From then on she devoted herself completely to her children, and seemed to dote on Smokekit most of all. Some say it was because he was the runt, others say it was because he has the strongest resemblance to their father.

Over the next four moons, Smokekit and his littermates listened as the warriors talked of dark things. StarClan had abandoned them, ThunderClan wanted war. Growing up in such a tumultuous time had a negative effect on Smokepaw. By the time he became an apprentice, he seemed to be timid and easily frightened. Many hoped he would outgrow this after his training began. But, in truth, it seemed to make it worse. He became acutely aware of the tension between ThunderClan and RiverClan, and Thornstar's constant warnings did little to ease his fears. Smokepaw was hardly able to sleep at night because of it. Then, he and Mousepaw became friends. Their mentors decided to put them together for training, hoping they would rub off on each other. They wanted Mousepaw's easy-going nature to put Smokepaw at ease, and they wanted Mousepaw to be influenced by Smokepaw's thoughtful and cautious nature.

It was a huge success. Smokepaw became much calmer when around Mousepaw, as she knew how to reassure him when his worries began to get the best of him. Meanwhile he was often able to temper some of her more reckless impulses. The two now spend every minute together, and the warriors often joke that they'll be mates as soon as they get their warrior names.

[/ul]immediate kin

[/b] Mousepaw
» sons: soon
» daughters: soon[/ul]
extended kin

[/b] ~~Silverstorm~~
» mother: Brindledpetal

» brothers: Fogpaw, Hailpaw
» sisters: Robinpaw, Daisypaw

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