thymewhisker . thunderclan . wip

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.

thymewhisker . thunderclan . wip Dec 13, 2014 14:22:31 GMT -5

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Post by ᴛᴇʟʟɪᴇ on Dec 13, 2014 14:22:31 GMT -5

t h y m e w h i s k e r

need to know

[/b] first
»clan: thunderclan
» age: thirty-seven moons.
» gender: male
» rank: warrior
» status: healthy
» mentor/apprentice: none

» description: a petite blue-gray male with large amber eyes and white socked toes.[/ul]
deeper

[/b] When he first came into this world there had been a lot of speculations that the kitten was unhealthy, sickly or even born before it's time. However, to the surprise of not only the kitten's mother, but father and healer, the kitten was indeed at excellent health and had the markings of a tough exterior despite his small stature. So the kitten stayed, petite and yet stocky, quite like how a fantasy dwarf is described. This kitten however, grew up from the petite frame with the large white socked feet into a handsome young tom, whose petite frame was built up with it's stocky muscle mass and it's paws seemed to become normal for a cat of his height and size. His ears on the other paw, as well as his tail seemed to have had the opposite affect. Where one would expect smaller then normal parts, the young male has an equally, if not longer tail then needed for his frame as well as slightly larger ears. An asset if you will seeing as he is named for his excellent hunting and tracking skills. However while this is all extremely wonderful aspects of him, there are a few minor flaws in his design work.

Like how when the weather turns a bit to nasty and a startling cough settles in his chest. Or how his right hip seems to gut out more after long runs or intense battle training. Thyme, in all his glory is a male on a ride, he'll grow old and soon become what many would rather not be. His fur even has a slight design flaw, with it being short, the male has a hard time keeping himself as warm as others during the cooler months and has been known to openly shake and shiver. This is because of his breeding, the distinct short fur comes from a long line of breeding between pure Thunderclan felines. However, it is also because of this that we can see the deep blue hue in his gray pelt, or how it seems to ripple with his movements. It is also way the texture is soft to the touch and almost impossible to keep from getting dirty. But that is Thyme's fur, and that is the reason of his naming. Not only was he named after the herb because of it's location to the ground but because his pelt is of gray origin and his mother had always dreamed of herbs and medicine in a way that a curious kitten would. For Thyme, it had been his glorious moment after birth.

But it was also the deep black nose that had stuck out of his face that had caught his mother's attention. Like a beckon on a lighthouse, his nose had been a large part of him before he grew into it... slightly. But from it, along the muzzle, long white whiskers that looked airy and delicate sway. While many think that he his named for this, they do not realize that it was because of his hunting and tracking skills - both things that they need whiskers for - is why he had earned the suffix. Overall, Thyme is a male feline, whose blue-gray pelt is only disrupted by the white socked paws he has, his eyes are a wide, dull yellow and seem to always be watching. [/div]

» personality: compassionate . humorous . open . honest . daring . obsessive . ruthless . harsh .
compassionate. A lot of felines know this trait very well, it's an overwhelming feeling that starts in the pits of your stomach and grows until it's bubbling at the back of your throat. It's a driving force for our middle-age feline, and something that he is most recognized for.

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

[/b] aspenflight - xxx.
» sons: if any.
» daughters: if any.[/ul]
extended kin

[/b]~~grayfur~~
» mother: ~~silvertail~~

» brothers: none
» sisters: none
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