HONEYFUR, warrior | 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.

HONEYFUR, warrior Dec 18, 2014 13:36:13 GMT -5

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Post by Mouse on Dec 18, 2014 13:36:13 GMT -5

H o n e y f u r

need to know

» number: 2
»clan: Thunderclan
» age: 25 moons
» gender: Male
» rank: warrior
» status: Healthy
» mentor/apprentice:

» description: Medium sized tan tom.

deeper

» appearance:
Honeyfur’s mother didn't think her one of her tan kits would turn into the most handsome tom cat alive (in his opinion). Oh, how she was wrong! Honeyfur flaunts, well, honey sheen fur that gets darker the further down his back it goes, and a perfect egg shell white chest. Large ears compliment his angular face and wistful almond brown eyes stare out at the world. A small pink nose twitches at every smell pulling long white whiskers with it every movement. He flicks a long weaving tail and moves gracefully on petite paws.

This tom loves showing off his natural beauty. Her smirks with perfect sharp teeth and flexes razor sharp claws. He walks with a wide, fully extended gate to make sure his legs are exposed properly. His head is always held high along with his tail. His big (goofy) ears move slowly to sounds and nose always seems to be twitching. He prefers to be hunting on the forest floor, but trees do not deter him. His muscles move gracefully under his fur, but do not be fooled this tom is not the fastest. He does pack a punch though. He moves with strategy while hunting or fighting, speed means nothing to him!

» personality :
Honeyfur is not the most likable cat. That is personality-wise any way. He has what you would call a ‘god complex’ and believes he is a gift from starclan (who he is a firm believer in). He can often be found staring at his reflections in water, grooming himself or just flaunting his stuff. He believes he is the best at everything (except running, running is dumb) and believes everycat is secretly in love with him, (literally everycat,). He doesn’t make friends too well, seeing that he loves himself more than almost anycat else. But the friends he does have he is (kind of) loyal too, and cares (kind of) deeply for. This tom though has a soft side for one cat in particular; his sister Weaseltail. He loves her (actually) more than his self and would do anything for her.

Honeyfur, with all of his flaws, is completely, 100%, loyal to his clan. Rivals of his clan he has a personal vendetta against. On the battlefield this tom is terrifying, his only goal is to defeat his enemies and protect his clan mates. The only times in his life were he does not care the most about himself is when he is in action. He knows if he were to perish on the battlefield he would become the loveliest cat in starclan.

» background:
Honeyfur was in the second litter to Lightfur. It was rather small litter to be honest, only two kits. But is was her second small litter, what was she to do? She loved her perfect tan kits that were a contrast to her pelt. They looked almost exactly like their father, unlike their brother Ice‘paw’ who looked like their mother. They endlessly moved about and played together. Lightfur would often call out “HoneyKit, Weaselkit stop that!” The kits grew rapidly and seemed to cause more trouble than they were worth. They both aspired to be like their older brothers IceThrone, and Swiftwing. Everyday was an adventure to these kits and they roamed everywhere.

By the time they had become over active apprentices. The two learned quickly, hunting came naturally to them, but fighting proved rather hard for Weasel’paw’. She spent endless hours learning alongside her brother. Honeyfur now was showing his true colors, his dull only tan pelt changed as he grew and soon became his current gorgeous pelt. Weasle’paw’ went the opposite way and her pelt grew dark. Time sped by for the apprentices fast and soon it was time for their warrior ceremony. Honey’paw’ became Honeyfur, and Weasel’paw’ became Weaseltail.

When starclan vanished Honeyfur was shaken to the core. Doubts about his beloved starclan overwhelmed him, and then he realized that this had to be all a test. He believes that starclan is seeking their most devoted followers. For what they are seeking them for he knows not, but he wants to show them he is devoted. Now Honeyfur spends his time with his sister and is almost over protective of her. She is the only cat he is really close with. With all the fighting and unknowing in the forest now, he is scared of the worst for her; he is willing to lose his own life, but he wants to protect hers.

immediate kin
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extended kin
» father: Unnamed Tom (must be tan furred)
» mother: Lightfur

» brothers: Swiftwing Icethorn ( Yellow)
» sisters: Weaseltail