Post by stringbat on Jun 26, 2019 8:57:48 GMT
RACCOONBARK of BRANCHCLAN
14 MOONS
WARRIOR
TOM-CAT
PANSEXUAL
14 MOONS
WARRIOR
TOM-CAT
PANSEXUAL
A long furred Tom-cat with pale yellow eyes, dark cream fur,slight brindling along his legs, and dark brown masking along his face.
A lost legacy tends to affect the lives intertwined in various ways. One brother may pursue a life of leisure, another to withdraw and focus on the smallest of details, no matter if such pursuits might drive the third to distraction. Quiet exasperation on his part is a small price to pay he supposed to still being able to be in the lives of his brothers. Fate might have had a different outcome for the kits of Beechstar and Cypresscall, simply that they never would have existed with the struggle the two lovers went through to birth them into the world.
For a father’s face he barely remembers, he holds himself to a rigidity standard of duty. One that he was never meant to bare but feels compelled to none the less. He picks up his brother’s slack, whatever that might be, without complaint, knowing in the grander scheme of things should he falter they would be there for him. It has always been this way since his father’s death at the age of two moons. Striving to be a pillar for the three of them and his mother.
This solemn outlook has followed him through his apprenticeship with his mentor Ivyfinch, both tempering and pushing him to be the best he could possibly be. He does not strive for power, he is content to function as a warrior of the Branchclan, as far as he is concerned that is the station that the Starclan set him to fill.
Despite this severity, which would render him in most cases a proverbial “stick in the mud”, there is a wicked sense of humor within him. It tends to rear it head at the most inopportune times, a crack in the otherwise serious façade he wields like a shield.
Love, he feels, is not for him, duty comes first, will always come first. A lie in all its glory, he craves it, but fear holds him in place to the pillar of his own making.
He is not the gentlest of cats. They don’t call him Raccoonbark for nothing. Raccoon might have been bestowed upon him for his coloring, but bark was brought about by his blunt wording, seeming lack of compassion, and the overwhelming drive to push himself past his limit. His deep gravel-like voice might have also been a factor, some speculate, but no one really knows.
Still what seems and what is, is an entirely different state of being. He feels as deep as any other. Emotions, however, are messy and tend to get in the way when trying to protect the ones you love.
He is young still and maybe time will wear away this rugged façade he dons on, but that is a long way off.
Family Relations:
Possumholly, brother
Ratshadow, brother
Beechstar,father, deceased
Cypresscall,mother
A lost legacy tends to affect the lives intertwined in various ways. One brother may pursue a life of leisure, another to withdraw and focus on the smallest of details, no matter if such pursuits might drive the third to distraction. Quiet exasperation on his part is a small price to pay he supposed to still being able to be in the lives of his brothers. Fate might have had a different outcome for the kits of Beechstar and Cypresscall, simply that they never would have existed with the struggle the two lovers went through to birth them into the world.
For a father’s face he barely remembers, he holds himself to a rigidity standard of duty. One that he was never meant to bare but feels compelled to none the less. He picks up his brother’s slack, whatever that might be, without complaint, knowing in the grander scheme of things should he falter they would be there for him. It has always been this way since his father’s death at the age of two moons. Striving to be a pillar for the three of them and his mother.
This solemn outlook has followed him through his apprenticeship with his mentor Ivyfinch, both tempering and pushing him to be the best he could possibly be. He does not strive for power, he is content to function as a warrior of the Branchclan, as far as he is concerned that is the station that the Starclan set him to fill.
Despite this severity, which would render him in most cases a proverbial “stick in the mud”, there is a wicked sense of humor within him. It tends to rear it head at the most inopportune times, a crack in the otherwise serious façade he wields like a shield.
Love, he feels, is not for him, duty comes first, will always come first. A lie in all its glory, he craves it, but fear holds him in place to the pillar of his own making.
He is not the gentlest of cats. They don’t call him Raccoonbark for nothing. Raccoon might have been bestowed upon him for his coloring, but bark was brought about by his blunt wording, seeming lack of compassion, and the overwhelming drive to push himself past his limit. His deep gravel-like voice might have also been a factor, some speculate, but no one really knows.
Still what seems and what is, is an entirely different state of being. He feels as deep as any other. Emotions, however, are messy and tend to get in the way when trying to protect the ones you love.
He is young still and maybe time will wear away this rugged façade he dons on, but that is a long way off.
Family Relations:
Possumholly, brother
Ratshadow, brother
Beechstar,father, deceased
Cypresscall,mother
