Post by BARAMATT on Feb 7, 2019 18:41:31 GMT
CROWTINT of MEADOWCLAN
59 MOONS
WARRIOR
TOM / MALE
HETEROSEXUAL
Crowtint is the embodiment of the average senior warrior- even if he's only freshly one at that. Loyal to his Clan to the point his leader could do no wrong, fiercely protective of what makes MeadowClan what it is, and willing to give his life for the better of the whole, Crowtint is nothing if not driven by Clan values.
He does, however, have a mean mouth on him, that can make him come off as harsh and prickly more often than not. 'Tough love' is a concept that Crowtint sticks to for almost anyone outside of his own personal family and relationships, though he always means the best, and speaks with clan interests (and his own privacy) in mind.
While grouchy, Crowtint cares about a whole lot, and his rough exterior protects a rather warm and protecting soft gooey center.
Crowkit became Crowpaw along several other kits of another litter, Madronastar assigning a she-cat named Copperstream as his mentor. Copperstream was a gentle warrior, on her way to the elder's den, as well as a friend of Barenose's. Crowpaw had developed a bit of a spikey attitude in his kithood, though Copperstream showed a patience with it most other mentors would not have. He quickly showed an interest as well as proficiency in hunting, and Copperstream, who was no fan of fighting either, encouraged his eagerness to hunt. "The Clan has enough hot-headed mousebrains," Copperstream would always say in jest, and Crowpaw allowed himself a bit of pride in being unlike the others- something that had bothered him in kithood. His apprenticeship passed without much incident, though towards his final moons of his training Copperstream and him seemed closer to friends than a mentor and apprentice.
Crowtint remained a steady friend with both Barenose and Copperstream, who had both retired to the elder's den a few moons into his time as a warrior. A distant friend, Whitetrack, took on an apprentice at this time as well, named Ashpaw. Patrols with Whitetrack were frequent, which means patrols with his spunky apprentice were as well. Crowtint found his eyes catching on her as she neared her warriorhood- though quickly dismissed anything- he was a cycle of seasons older, and had to act it of the two. When the last few moons had passed and Ashpaw became Ashrose, those patrols together became even more frequent, and without a protective Whitetrack as well- not that Crowtint had any ill intentions. Crowtint enjoyed his time together with Ashrose greatly, and fond feelings began to take a hold of the toms heart, though he took great care to not come off as such. She was happy and fiery and friendly in every way he was not, and as they continued on in this way- his complementing thoughts towards her would only grow.
Abruptly, though, Ashrose went on more patrols by herself, or at least simply without him- and the distance between them grew as fast as it had closed previously. He wasn't sure what was the cause, if it was his doing or not, but Crowtint was not one to pry, and he knew he had no right to, so he let her go her own way without protest, respecting her wishes despite the heartache he desperately tried to pretend wasn't there.
At this time, a fox had decided to try to settle on MeadowClan territory. Cats were forbidden to leave the camp alone, and patrols to keep an eye on the fox were common. Crowtint himself had not seen much of it, only smelled, but followed orders regardless, not keen to come toe to toe with one by himself. It was while Crowtint was on a hunting patrol that the fox finally actively attacked the cats, ambushing his patrol. The group had little warning, and Crowtint was caught in the jaws of the fox, claws and teeth tearing through skin, before Crowtint lost consciousness.
Crowtint awoke fully a few days later, barely able to move his face, even if he wanted to past the thick coating of cobwebs and herbs against his skin and the constant burn of the air. He was determined to make it- but there were times where he wasn't sure if he'd pull though, and the first few days of his healing were spent in and out of consciousness, with hazy memory of visits from Barenose and Copperstream, as well as his few friends. When he was finally able to look at himself, his appearance came as no surprise, though shocked him nonetheless- no cat wouldn't be phased by gazing upon half their face being torn away to reveal an empty eye socket. It took well over a moon for Crowtint to finally heal fully, though the loss of an eye meant a loss of half his vision, and he was forced to relearn how to both hunt and fight properly, and Copperstream even helped to the best of her abilities to teach him how to avoid hits and find prey once more. It took another few moons for Crowtint to finally be satisfied with his training, able to hold his own against any warrior in both battle and hunting skill.
Ashrose remained distant, though now, Crowtint could not blame her after what had happened to himself. Over the moons he no longer grew sad at her sight, simply accepting how things were. He could not stop his single eye from still training on her white pelt from time to time though, and allowed himself such indulgences.
A harsh Leaf-fall had begun in MeadowClan, and with it came the smaller amounts of prey and harsher conditions. It was soon after that Ashrose began to show signs of pregnancy, and Crowtint's heart ached once more, though he showed, nor harbored, no anger. His eyes lingered on her and her actions, as well as those around her, and as her kitting neared, the tom realized that no other was stepping up as the father- whoever it was, they were not part of the picture. The weather worsened as well, though his main concern remained with keeping Ashrose safe, and as healthy and fed as possible during these times. When the sole kit, Strongkit, was born in the middle of the rough Leaf-bare, Crowtint made no attempt to crowd or father it, since it was not his own. He did keep close to Ashrose regardless though, taking as much time as he could to tend to her and keep her from the worst of the Leaf-bare and its conditions.
The moons passed in this manner, Crowtint helping Ashrose, and Ashrose mothering her son, before tragedy struck. Strongkit had snuck out of camp with another litter, and died in a complete accident, one that wrought through Ashrose thoroughly.
Ashrose was devastated, and Crowtint, though he knew he couldn't ever fix the tragedy that had struck, offered what solace he could- pushing here where pushing was needed, to get her out, moving, doing anything other than lingering where her and her kit once tucked away in the nursery, and comforted where comfort was needed, offering up his own warm nest to sleep in, helping her groom herself when she couldn't put up the effort.
It was slow effort, and there is still a lot of progress to bring Ashrose to her old self, but over the moons Ashrose slowly perked up more and more, and Crowtint grew more and more hopeful for her recovery.
Becoming mates was inevitable, and something that overjoyed Crowtint as well as gave Ashrose a spark of joy in her life. Crowtint could see bits of the younger Ashrose finally coming back, and looks forward to them every day- steady, patient, and simply there for her whenever she would need it.
59 MOONS
WARRIOR
TOM / MALE
HETEROSEXUAL
PERSONALITY
+ || level-headed | caring | protective ||
~ || loyal to a fault | sharp-tongued | strict ||
- || grumpy | aggressive | cynical ||
Crowtint is the embodiment of the average senior warrior- even if he's only freshly one at that. Loyal to his Clan to the point his leader could do no wrong, fiercely protective of what makes MeadowClan what it is, and willing to give his life for the better of the whole, Crowtint is nothing if not driven by Clan values.
He does, however, have a mean mouth on him, that can make him come off as harsh and prickly more often than not. 'Tough love' is a concept that Crowtint sticks to for almost anyone outside of his own personal family and relationships, though he always means the best, and speaks with clan interests (and his own privacy) in mind.
While grouchy, Crowtint cares about a whole lot, and his rough exterior protects a rather warm and protecting soft gooey center.
HISTORY
NORMALCY ( 0 - 12 MOONS )
Crowkit's parents were both originally from outside of MeadowClan, a kittypet and a loner, though only his mother settled within the clan, needing protection while she grew close to kitting. His mother, Barenose, passed along her strange (Lykoi) missing patches of fur to him, his looks almost identical to hers despite his father's thick pelt. He was born with two other littermates, who were unnamed, passing in the harsh winter night they were born under. His kithood was spent with several other litters of kits, and though he was not lonely, he did tend to keep to himself and defended his space with a sharp tongue and bite to follow. Despite his reservation though, he did posses quite the loud, abrasive voice, and was sure to catch attention whenever he did want it.Crowkit became Crowpaw along several other kits of another litter, Madronastar assigning a she-cat named Copperstream as his mentor. Copperstream was a gentle warrior, on her way to the elder's den, as well as a friend of Barenose's. Crowpaw had developed a bit of a spikey attitude in his kithood, though Copperstream showed a patience with it most other mentors would not have. He quickly showed an interest as well as proficiency in hunting, and Copperstream, who was no fan of fighting either, encouraged his eagerness to hunt. "The Clan has enough hot-headed mousebrains," Copperstream would always say in jest, and Crowpaw allowed himself a bit of pride in being unlike the others- something that had bothered him in kithood. His apprenticeship passed without much incident, though towards his final moons of his training Copperstream and him seemed closer to friends than a mentor and apprentice.
SHOCK ( 12 - 30 MOONS )
Crowtint remained a steady friend with both Barenose and Copperstream, who had both retired to the elder's den a few moons into his time as a warrior. A distant friend, Whitetrack, took on an apprentice at this time as well, named Ashpaw. Patrols with Whitetrack were frequent, which means patrols with his spunky apprentice were as well. Crowtint found his eyes catching on her as she neared her warriorhood- though quickly dismissed anything- he was a cycle of seasons older, and had to act it of the two. When the last few moons had passed and Ashpaw became Ashrose, those patrols together became even more frequent, and without a protective Whitetrack as well- not that Crowtint had any ill intentions. Crowtint enjoyed his time together with Ashrose greatly, and fond feelings began to take a hold of the toms heart, though he took great care to not come off as such. She was happy and fiery and friendly in every way he was not, and as they continued on in this way- his complementing thoughts towards her would only grow.
Abruptly, though, Ashrose went on more patrols by herself, or at least simply without him- and the distance between them grew as fast as it had closed previously. He wasn't sure what was the cause, if it was his doing or not, but Crowtint was not one to pry, and he knew he had no right to, so he let her go her own way without protest, respecting her wishes despite the heartache he desperately tried to pretend wasn't there.
At this time, a fox had decided to try to settle on MeadowClan territory. Cats were forbidden to leave the camp alone, and patrols to keep an eye on the fox were common. Crowtint himself had not seen much of it, only smelled, but followed orders regardless, not keen to come toe to toe with one by himself. It was while Crowtint was on a hunting patrol that the fox finally actively attacked the cats, ambushing his patrol. The group had little warning, and Crowtint was caught in the jaws of the fox, claws and teeth tearing through skin, before Crowtint lost consciousness.
DENIAL ( 30 - 47 MOONS )
Crowtint awoke fully a few days later, barely able to move his face, even if he wanted to past the thick coating of cobwebs and herbs against his skin and the constant burn of the air. He was determined to make it- but there were times where he wasn't sure if he'd pull though, and the first few days of his healing were spent in and out of consciousness, with hazy memory of visits from Barenose and Copperstream, as well as his few friends. When he was finally able to look at himself, his appearance came as no surprise, though shocked him nonetheless- no cat wouldn't be phased by gazing upon half their face being torn away to reveal an empty eye socket. It took well over a moon for Crowtint to finally heal fully, though the loss of an eye meant a loss of half his vision, and he was forced to relearn how to both hunt and fight properly, and Copperstream even helped to the best of her abilities to teach him how to avoid hits and find prey once more. It took another few moons for Crowtint to finally be satisfied with his training, able to hold his own against any warrior in both battle and hunting skill.
Ashrose remained distant, though now, Crowtint could not blame her after what had happened to himself. Over the moons he no longer grew sad at her sight, simply accepting how things were. He could not stop his single eye from still training on her white pelt from time to time though, and allowed himself such indulgences.
ANGER ( 47 - 58 MOONS )
A harsh Leaf-fall had begun in MeadowClan, and with it came the smaller amounts of prey and harsher conditions. It was soon after that Ashrose began to show signs of pregnancy, and Crowtint's heart ached once more, though he showed, nor harbored, no anger. His eyes lingered on her and her actions, as well as those around her, and as her kitting neared, the tom realized that no other was stepping up as the father- whoever it was, they were not part of the picture. The weather worsened as well, though his main concern remained with keeping Ashrose safe, and as healthy and fed as possible during these times. When the sole kit, Strongkit, was born in the middle of the rough Leaf-bare, Crowtint made no attempt to crowd or father it, since it was not his own. He did keep close to Ashrose regardless though, taking as much time as he could to tend to her and keep her from the worst of the Leaf-bare and its conditions.
The moons passed in this manner, Crowtint helping Ashrose, and Ashrose mothering her son, before tragedy struck. Strongkit had snuck out of camp with another litter, and died in a complete accident, one that wrought through Ashrose thoroughly.
BARGAINING ( 58 - PRESENT MOONS)
Ashrose was devastated, and Crowtint, though he knew he couldn't ever fix the tragedy that had struck, offered what solace he could- pushing here where pushing was needed, to get her out, moving, doing anything other than lingering where her and her kit once tucked away in the nursery, and comforted where comfort was needed, offering up his own warm nest to sleep in, helping her groom herself when she couldn't put up the effort.
It was slow effort, and there is still a lot of progress to bring Ashrose to her old self, but over the moons Ashrose slowly perked up more and more, and Crowtint grew more and more hopeful for her recovery.
Becoming mates was inevitable, and something that overjoyed Crowtint as well as gave Ashrose a spark of joy in her life. Crowtint could see bits of the younger Ashrose finally coming back, and looks forward to them every day- steady, patient, and simply there for her whenever she would need it.
RELATIONSHIPS
MOTHER:
Barenose (deceased)
FATHER:
Unknown
SIBLINGS:
N/A, both died unnamed
OTHERS:
Copperstream ( mentor, elder | 90 moons )
Ashrose ( mate | 47 moons )
Ashrose ( mate | 47 moons )
SHORT DESCRIPTION
A LANKY LYKOI-BREED TOM WITH LITTLE FUR COVERING HIS FACE AND LOWER LEGS. BLACK AND WHITE PEPPERED FUR WITH A SCAR CROSSING OVER HALF HIS FACE, CONTORTING EXPRESSION INTO A PERMANENT SNARL WITH A MISSING EYE.
OTHER INFORMATION
CROW: Even as a kit, Crowtint's harsh voice was extremely recognizable, similar to the striking call of a crow.
TINT: The colour and texture of his thin fur are also reminiscent of a crows's own spiky feathers.
OFFICIAL DESIGN
TINT: The colour and texture of his thin fur are also reminiscent of a crows's own spiky feathers.
