Post by BARAMATT on Feb 14, 2019 19:22:40 GMT
WRENCALL of CAVERNCLAN
50 MOONS
WARRIOR
GENDERFLUID (HE/IT)
BISEXUAL
50 MOONS
WARRIOR
GENDERFLUID (HE/IT)
BISEXUAL
PERSONALITY
Wrencall, while reserved and independent, used to be an extremely warm and enthusiastic cat as well- something that only blossomed and grew while he was around his mate. Easily pegged as protective, encouraging and caring, one could easily see how big the tom's heart was and how easy it was to find a spot inside it. He was one to sponge off the emotions of others, especially his mate.
After the death of it's mate, Wrencall has instead withdrawn into itself, turning prickly and disinterested in anyone or anything aside getting through the day to day. Gloomy and cold are the first words many would have on their tongues now in regards to Wrencall, and he does little to change that perception or fix it- one would be hard pressed to get anything aside the most basic and necessity-based words out of its mouth.
This cold attitude is not Wrencall's natural state, though, and only time will tell if some warmth will soon grow back into its steps.
After the death of it's mate, Wrencall has instead withdrawn into itself, turning prickly and disinterested in anyone or anything aside getting through the day to day. Gloomy and cold are the first words many would have on their tongues now in regards to Wrencall, and he does little to change that perception or fix it- one would be hard pressed to get anything aside the most basic and necessity-based words out of its mouth.
This cold attitude is not Wrencall's natural state, though, and only time will tell if some warmth will soon grow back into its steps.
HISTORY
Wrenkit was the sole kit to his parents, a molly named Mosspatch and a tom named Heavyrain, both aged warriors native to CavernClan. He was born a small thing, weak and tiny, and named accordingly, fondly, but with worry for if he would last through kithood- it fed eagerly though, and quickly proved himself that it would not only thrive, but outgrow its name. He grew quickly, and his personality with it- while not shy, Wrenkit tended to be perfectly content to entertain himself while the other kittens tussled and played- or, well, all the kits except Quartzkit. While Quartzkit was much more boisterous and small, a bit of a class clown and a complete opposite to Wrenkit, he found no issue with it, and was always found following her around as as wing-man in her antics whenever the two were together.
By the time he was apprenticed, Wrenpaw was about the size of most warriors. It was given as an apprentice to the warrior named Pinewhisker, a brown tabby she-cat with a known calm and encouraging personality. Pinewhisker and Wrenpaw were a nearly-perfect apprentice and mentor duo, Wrenpaw eager to learn, serious about its duties, and Pinewhisker eager to impart her own wisdom on him. Perfectly behaved, unless Quartzpaw and her own mentor were around, in which case the two became pawfuls for their mentors- two Quartzpaw always too excited and eager for her own good, and Wrenpaw always more than happy to encourage it even if unintentionally. This made the duo a rather loud pair, and both the camp and the territory served as perfectly fine settings for Quartzpaw to wind tall, bragging tales and for Wrenpaw to chirp in his own bits and pieces. As the moons passed, and multiple disciplines were handed down, the two eventually mellowed out, at least enough to not be openly reprimanded. If they were inseparable before as kits, it paled in comparison to how the two grew as they aged.
It was after a routine duo hunting assessment that Wrenpaw and Quartzpaw earned their warrior names- Wrencall and Quartzsong. The two friends were ecstatic, and Wrencall wouldn't be that hard pressed to admit how much it enjoyed the nearly-matching suffixes the two had. As obvious from their many many moons of close friendship, the two quickly became mates as they settled into their warrior duties. Quartzsong would declare what duty she and Wrencall wanted for the mornings, and Wrencall would eagerly agree and follow suit, a giant lumbering shadow to the smaller she-cat.
Their warriorhood spent many moons like this, joined at the hip and both an equally energetic and warm part of the clan, to both themselves and others. Eventually kits were a possibility brought up between the couple, and eagerly agreed upon- Wrencall felt at the top of the world when Quartzsong smiled in warm agreement to the idea. The planning, though, was cut short.
It was on a routine tunnel patrol that a small earthquake struck- while not huge, it was enough to cause the tunnel the patrol was in to start to crumble. The falling rocks showered the two mates, and both immediately turned tail to run- but Wrencall was never known for being a particularly fast cat, and Quartzsong slowed down enough to give him a large shove forward. The worst of the rocks fell- one striking Wrencall's back leg and sending him tumbling into the dirt and rock. Quartzsong did not join him to help push it back onto its feet and forward. When Wrencall looked back, Quartzsong couldn't be found at all- only a pile of rubble where they once stood.
Wrencall changed. Where once was a quiet but ever-present warmth from the tom, now was a cold gloom- he retracted into himself, and allowed little from friends and loved ones in terms of comfort. Wrencall kept to itself, went on lone patrols through the territory's tunnels in order to seek out solidarity- it was through this he discovered that the Clan's least favourite patrols, going topside to mark and patrol the borders, were also easily the ones where the warrior could find the most peace and quiet.
Nowadays Wrencall is on the surface as much as he's underground, and tends to be a hard cat to find unless it wants to be.
By the time he was apprenticed, Wrenpaw was about the size of most warriors. It was given as an apprentice to the warrior named Pinewhisker, a brown tabby she-cat with a known calm and encouraging personality. Pinewhisker and Wrenpaw were a nearly-perfect apprentice and mentor duo, Wrenpaw eager to learn, serious about its duties, and Pinewhisker eager to impart her own wisdom on him. Perfectly behaved, unless Quartzpaw and her own mentor were around, in which case the two became pawfuls for their mentors- two Quartzpaw always too excited and eager for her own good, and Wrenpaw always more than happy to encourage it even if unintentionally. This made the duo a rather loud pair, and both the camp and the territory served as perfectly fine settings for Quartzpaw to wind tall, bragging tales and for Wrenpaw to chirp in his own bits and pieces. As the moons passed, and multiple disciplines were handed down, the two eventually mellowed out, at least enough to not be openly reprimanded. If they were inseparable before as kits, it paled in comparison to how the two grew as they aged.
It was after a routine duo hunting assessment that Wrenpaw and Quartzpaw earned their warrior names- Wrencall and Quartzsong. The two friends were ecstatic, and Wrencall wouldn't be that hard pressed to admit how much it enjoyed the nearly-matching suffixes the two had. As obvious from their many many moons of close friendship, the two quickly became mates as they settled into their warrior duties. Quartzsong would declare what duty she and Wrencall wanted for the mornings, and Wrencall would eagerly agree and follow suit, a giant lumbering shadow to the smaller she-cat.
Their warriorhood spent many moons like this, joined at the hip and both an equally energetic and warm part of the clan, to both themselves and others. Eventually kits were a possibility brought up between the couple, and eagerly agreed upon- Wrencall felt at the top of the world when Quartzsong smiled in warm agreement to the idea. The planning, though, was cut short.
It was on a routine tunnel patrol that a small earthquake struck- while not huge, it was enough to cause the tunnel the patrol was in to start to crumble. The falling rocks showered the two mates, and both immediately turned tail to run- but Wrencall was never known for being a particularly fast cat, and Quartzsong slowed down enough to give him a large shove forward. The worst of the rocks fell- one striking Wrencall's back leg and sending him tumbling into the dirt and rock. Quartzsong did not join him to help push it back onto its feet and forward. When Wrencall looked back, Quartzsong couldn't be found at all- only a pile of rubble where they once stood.
Wrencall changed. Where once was a quiet but ever-present warmth from the tom, now was a cold gloom- he retracted into himself, and allowed little from friends and loved ones in terms of comfort. Wrencall kept to itself, went on lone patrols through the territory's tunnels in order to seek out solidarity- it was through this he discovered that the Clan's least favourite patrols, going topside to mark and patrol the borders, were also easily the ones where the warrior could find the most peace and quiet.
Nowadays Wrencall is on the surface as much as he's underground, and tends to be a hard cat to find unless it wants to be.
RELATIONSHIPS
MOTHER:
MOSSPATCH ( elder | 80 moons )
FATHER:
HEAVYRAIN ( elder | 89 moons )
SIBLINGS:
NONE.
OTHERS:
PINEWHISKER ( mentor | elder | 75 moons )
QUARTZSONG. ( mate | deceased | 40 moons )
QUARTZSONG. ( mate | deceased | 40 moons )
SHORT DESCRIPTION
A MASSIVE GREY TABBY WITH SHAGGY FUR AND BLUE EYES.
OTHER INFORMATION
WREN: Named after his small, weak frame when it was initially born as a kit.
CALL: For his more outgoing (and boisterous) nature, especially prevalent during late apprenticeship and early warriorhood.
OFFICIAL DESIGN (TBD)
CALL: For his more outgoing (and boisterous) nature, especially prevalent during late apprenticeship and early warriorhood.
OFFICIAL DESIGN (TBD)
- Due to Wrencall's leg injury in the rockfall, he has a bit of a limp in his back leg. It's not enough to hinder him, but it is noticeable to an observant cat.
