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Post by .:{Crag}:. on May 23, 2009 15:51:45 GMT -5
Name:
Hiddensoul
Age:
35 Moons
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
PeakClan
Rank:
Deputy
Appearance:
I bet you can’t picture Hiddensoul with a bright orange pelt and stunning green eyes can you? Well, you’d be right. This deputy could hide in forest, in rocks… and well… pretty much anywhere for that matter. I guess we should start with his fur.
Hiddensoul has a very common pelt for his clan, naturally, that can camouflage with just about anything. The base color is a light tan in front that slowly fades into a light gray toward his haunches, then comes the darker brown that lays on top of it. Finally even darker; almost black tabby stripes cover the rest of it. On his face, Hiddensoul has a few ginger tints, and a white mark covers his chin and chest. The fur on his tail; where it is thickest, is the darkest of all. From the tip, it fades from jet black down to a light gray.
The next and probably most boring part of Hiddensoul would be his eyes. They are almost too stone-like and rigid. Their dark brown color seems to camouflage with the area around him. They never glisten with emotion or hope. They just sit, like two little jewels on his face.
Hiddensoul’s build is one of those ‘cross between muscular and lithe’. He isn’t the biggest tom in the clan, yet can run just about as fast as the smallest. His paws are small and almost unproportional with the rest of his body.
Personality:
Hiddensoul was defiantly a natural born leader. From kidhood he was trying to set a good example for anyone younger than him, and he did a great job at it. Although his name suggests him to be shy and reserved, this cat is actually the opposite. He is never afraid to speak his opinion, and tries his best to be noble and honest. Hiddensoul would never shame a cat, and in order to find the best perspective of things, he puts himself in the other cat’s position. He is respectful to all; young, old, sick, strong. You name it, this deputy is there to help someone out. He defends cats if he knows they deserve it, and never judges until he knows the full story. In general, he is just a great cat.
Hiddensoul was not only a natural born leader, he could find a vole in the densest forest out there. He may not be the best fighter, or the best tracker, but this tom could easily be the best hunter. Some say its instinct, some say he was born with the smell of mouse in his nostrils, and some say it is from instruction. Whatever the reason, Hiddensoul is amazing at it. If the clan was starving, he would be the one leading the hunting patrol. Not that the clan would ever be starving of course; the high positions would never let that happen.
Around younger cats Hiddensoul is corrective, but always does it in the nicest way possible. In his free time he tells stories to kits, though not always has a full boat of patience for them. He would like to someday have some of his own, but that day isn’t today. As a mentor, Hiddensoul could be known as easy going or relaxed, but no one ever says anything because his apprentices always pass their test with flying colors.
Although humorous at times, Hiddensoul has a serious streak to him. He doesn’t tolerate disrespect to anyone; young, old, strong, weak, or sick. This deputy is never afraid to hand out a punishment, which would seem odd for him and some have to learn the hard way how to deal with his strictness. Sometimes, Hiddensoul’s normally long fuse simply explodes, and you would have to watch out for him if this happens. That is one bad thing about this deputy; he is a cat of no mercy.
Past:
Hiddensoul was the result of a forbidden romance; Their names were Scratchtail and Jaywing. Scratchtail was a ScarClan warrior; one of the best it seemed. He was fiercely loyal to his clan, but knew they wouldn’t believe him so his love was kept a secret. He was A strongly built tabby with rich amber eyes. Jaywing was a PeakClan warrior. Her pelt was as soft and white as the feathers of a dove. Somehow the word leaked out that these two cats were mates, and as a result Scratchtail was kicked out of ScarClan; shunned and never wanted again. He attempted to join PeakClan, but was never fully accepted. Eventually, the tom became a loner and later died of greencough. Jaywing gave birth to three kits; Hiddenkit, Russetkit, and Dovekit.
As soon as the kits were born, Jaywing immediately noticed something: Hiddenkit was the odd one out. The only tabby; much like his father. The other two were white all over. There was something even stranger, though… Something about Dovekit. She seemed rather unresponsive. Three moons later, the medicine cat Birchleaf determined that Dovekit was deaf and declared she would never be a warrior. It was only a few days before Jaywing found her only daughter dead in the nursery. The next two moons were hard for the two brothers; what with grieving and spending the most of their time in the nursery during Leafbare.
Finally, to Hiddenkit’s relief, it was time to become an apprentice. He marched proudly to the front of the clan and received his mentor; Longfang. Training started immediately. Unfortunatly for Hiddenpaw, though, training wasn’t anything it had cracked up to be.
After a long night, Hiddenpaw felt himself being prodded awake. Above him he could see the bright green eyes of Russetpaw, who looked extremely excited. Then everything came back to him: This wasn’t the Nursery anymore. Today was his first day of training! The tom felt his claw snag on a piece of moss as he scrambled to his paws. He ignored the pain and began to hastily groom. Russetpaw was padding in a restless circle. “Come on will you? We’re wasting daylight!” Hiddenpaw didn’t reply with words, but swiped his brother on the nose, then rapidly left the den before he could return the gesture.
Feeling quite triumphant, Hiddenpaw was looking over his shoulder when he ran into Longfang right outside the den. Literally. The tom jumped, then backed up a few paces.
“Sorry!” The new apprentice said quickly, “I guess I was excited to get outside.” The last sentence was mumbled at his paws. He was too afraid to see his mentors reaction. When Hiddenpaw didn’t hear any hissing, he looked up slowly. Longfang didn’t appear mad, so the young tom went on a spree of talking.
“Whitepaw said the first day of training is the best, cuz you learn the most. Is that true? Will we hunt today? I’m going to be a better hunter than Russetpaw, Jaywing says so. But then she said Russetpaw will be better at fighting, but I know hunting is more important. Its ok, I won’t tell him.”
Longfang stared down at Hiddenpaw with a strange look on his face. It could’ve been amusement, but at the time he couldn’t tell. “No. We were going to, but not anymore. Don’t brag, and they are both equally important.” The warrior meowed with a slight purr to his voice, “Actually, I think the older apprentices and Russetpaw will take the training area today. The Elder’s would like your help in their den, Hiddenpaw.” Longfang must have been able to tell his new apprentice was about to protest, because he gave him a look and continued,
“Not another word. Now go.”
It took Hiddenpaw many moons to realize what Longfang’s point was that day. Being a warrior wasn’t all fun and games, which is exactly what the young tom had assumed.
Things went well for the next six moons, when the day of the brother’s trail came around. Russetpaw was ordered to go first, and passed with flying colors. He was renamed Russetgaze. Hiddenpaw was renamed Hiddensoul after another successful trial.
Russetgaze and Hiddensoul came to spend their entire young warriorhood together, the death of Jaywing only strengthening their bond. Then, the toms suddenly went their separate ways. There was no definite reason why; they had no big fight, and neither was mad at the other. When Hiddensoul was 23 moons old, he met Flowingriver. This started a whole new chapter in his life: Their life together.
It was only a few moons later when Hiddensoul and Flowingriver had a kit. She was the most precious thing the tom had ever seen, and they named her Flowerkit. She was spunky and happy all the time, just as any other kit. Then the worst Leafbare ever to hit the clans broke loose. It was terrible. Food was extremely scarce, and Hiddensoul found himself hunting all day and well into the night to feed his mate and kit. The temperatures were unbearable. Flowerkit and Flowingriver never left the Nursery. Then, one freezing night, Flowerkit left for StarClan. The mates were devastated. Their one and only was gone. The two grieved through the rest of the ugly Leafbare that faded into a rich Newleaf.
The Greenleaf after his kit died, Hiddensoul was named deputy. By now he was over Flowerkit’s death, knowing he would join her in StarClan eventually. He turned his heart to the clan and Flowingriver. Soon, the she-cat was pregnant again. This time she gave birth to two. The mates named the she-cat Rosekit, in honor of Flowerkit, and the tom Dewkit, after his green eyes.
Just before his kits were apprenticed, Hiddensoul was hit by another tragity: Russetgaze died from a sudden outbreak of Blackcough. The Medicine Cat could do nothing for him. The grieving process started up again, but this time Hiddensoul realized something: Death shouldn’t be feared. Everyone would reunite again in StarClan. From that point forward, this tom was extremely faithful in his Warrior Ancestors, and tried to remind himself where each clanmember would eventually go.
The next few moons went by peacefully, and Hiddensoul’s kits were recently apprenticed.
Relationships:
Mother: Jaywing
Father: Scratchtail
Brother: Russetgaze
Mate: Flowingriver(UFA)
Kits: Rosepaw(Taken by me) and Dewpaw(UFA) |
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