Post by Sparrow on Apr 28, 2017 21:42:12 GMT
- Name-
Stoat- Due to patched fur
Whisker- Due to skill in hunting
[li]Sexuality- [/li][/ul]
Homosexual
- Age-
[li]Rank-[/li]
Warrior
[li]Clan-[/li]
RootClan
[li]Description-[/li]
A small white-furred tom with a black tail, black facial markings, green eyes, and a pink nose.
[li]Appearance-[/li]
Stoatwhisker is a small tom, with a thin build and wispy light fur that flows to a medium length down his frame. The majority of his fur is a pure and clean white, which he grooms well to keep shining. His tail is sooty black, from its base all the way to its tip, and his face is framed by black blotches on each of his ears. The tom's eyes are a soft forest green, and his delicate nose is a gentle pink, giving his face a soft appearance. He moves with a silent grace, drifting over the ground more than walking over it. He looks delicate, and outside of RootClan he would be considered rather attractive, but within his own clan size, strength, and scars are all the main markers of beauty that he lacks.
[li]Personality-[/li]
Loyal ~ Stubborn ~ Quiet ~ Possessive ~ Timid
Stoatwhisker is a quiet and private soul, keeping himself to himself and preferring his own company over that of most others. He's not very chatty, and when he does end up speaking he has a tendency to stammer whenever he gets nervous or overwrought. He loves hunting on his own, and finds it calms him. Ever since he was able to start hunting for himself, he found that he had a knack for it. Despite his bright white fur, he ghosts over the ground and can creep up on even the most attentive of prey.
In relationships, he can be quite possessive and jealous. He is strictly a monogamous cat, and the very idea of needing to share his partner with anyone else is something that he would despise and find extremely difficult to come to terms with. He is loyal to the core, and could no more cheat than he could pull his own tail off.
The stammer, his lack of fighting instinct, and his small stature all add up alongside his timid nature. He will rarely stand up for himself in confrontations, and is quick to run from a fight. His relationships are one of the few places where he manages to stubbornly hold his own, refusing to back down and arguing venomously for his part.
[li]History-[/li]
Kithood: Stoatkit's parents tried to conceive for a very long time with little success. Every time Lilysong developed a pregnancy, it would not hold, and she had frequent miscarriages.The pair wished deeply for a child of their own and were over the moon when, after over two years of trying, Lilysong maintained a pregnancy towards term. The timing was far from ideal, with the due date in Leafbare and little food for Lilysong's growing belly. The queen stayed confined to the nursery with regular checks from the medicine cat, always afraid that she might lose this chance the become a mother. When the contractions came early, there was a panic that the kits would be lost.
Born premature and in early Leafbare, Stoatkit was not given the best chances of survival. His two unnamed siblings were stillborn, and with food scarce and his mother thin from poor pickings that season, there was little hope. Still, somehow, tiny little Stoatkit clung to life stubbornly. His father Boarstep was always either hunting for curled protectively around his mate and kit. Stoatkit's first six moons were sheltered and filled with a fierce protective love, with Lilysong often telling him stories as he lay warm in her embrace. His mother and father poured their hearts into their little son, but the expectations felt heavy on his shoulders.
Apprenticeship: Leaving the protection of his parents was both a relief and the most difficult thing Stoatpaw had ever done. Without the watchful eyes of Lilysong, he was free to roam off by himself when his mentor wasn't on his tail, and without Boarstep's blustering he could be free from his expectations on him. His father wanted him to be the strong son he had always dreamed of, wanted him to be as rough and loud as the big tom himself was, but little Stoatpaw was timid as a mouse and wanted nothing to do with romping or fighting. Whenever he could, the small tom would sneak out of camp to be alone and unharassed to be in the forest and hunt. He found peace in the silent skill of hunting, and refuge from his parents needs from him. He was mostly pushed around and teased by the other apprentices, but made fast friends with a tom named Cedarpaw, who was kind and confident. He didn't question the closeness at first, but as Cedarpaw was forced to take on a harsher mentor the pair grew closer and closer by the day.
Stoatpaw knew the feelings early on, but wasn't sure what to do about them. Cedarpaw was sweet and cute, and Stoatpaw knew he definately had a crush on him. He blushed and laughed too easily around him, and yearned for his approval, but feared that his friend didn't return the feelings he sheltered in his own heart. He wouldn't dare tell his parents about it, the last thing they would want was a son who wasn't going to father any "strong RootClan kits for a strong RootClan future" as his father would say. To say he was stunned when Cedarpaw asked him out would be an understatement of epic proportions. He had never really considered that Cedarpaw might actually feel the same way, and could have sworn he'd dreamed it if it weren't for the fact that it was constantly reaffirmed. The pair hid their relationship from the clan, using secret messages, codes, and signals when in the public eye. They would sneak out sometimes for trysts in the forest, and it was the happiest Stoatpaw had ever been. Stoatpaw didn't think his parents would approve, and he certainly didn't want to hear that from their own mouths.
The death of Cedarpaw's brother shook the foundations of their lives. Stoatpaw stood by his boyfriend, supporting him and doing his best to help the other apprentice through the horrible circumstances. They were so close, and the situation so upsetting that they lost caution, and the nature of their relationship began to show more clearly. Cedarpaw's mother Goldenfur seemed to catch on, and it wasn't long before Boarstep and Lilysong got wind of it too. Just as Golderfur confronted Cedarpaw about it, so too did Stoatpaw get cornered by his own parents. Lilysong was heartbroken that her only son would not bring her grandkits, and that her stories and histories would not pass down as a bloodline through him. Boarstep was furious, no son of his would go "romping around like he pleases with no sense of duty to the bloodline of his clan." Stoatpaw cowered before them, but though they dragged out of him a promise that he would stop, he knew in his core that he lied to them.
Warriorhood: His relationship with his parents was strained after that, filled with cold glares and stubborn words. He refused to talk to Cedarpaw about it, and the other apprentice seemed to be continuing his own life as usual, so Stoatpaw reasoned to himself that he didn't need to change his life either. Moons passed, and Cedarpaw became Cedarclaw. Stoatpaw was only a moon or so behind, gaining his warrior name for his silent and proficient hunting abilities. Gradually Cedarclaw grew more confident in his affections, and Stoatwhisker tentatively returned the public displays, ever wary of the judging eyes of his parents, who seemed to see him as a liar and a disappointment. His heart ached for their approval, wishing that they would just accept him as he was and stop trying to force him into being with a she-cat when he wasn't willing.
It was his father Boarstep who ended the standoff, confronting Stoatwhisker in the territories when the pair were alone. He called his son a liar, furious that he would so obviously flaunt the fact that he had not done as they had asked. He tried to cow Stoatwhisker, as he had always managedto do before, but he met in Stoatwhisker a stubbornness neither of them knew existed in him. Boarstep tried to get him to promise to have kits with a she-cat to keep the bloodlines of the clan strong, but the little tom refused with a venom he didn't know he possessed. The two toms stood glaring at each other, fur on end, but for once it was Stoatwhisker who lasted longest. His father dipped his head begrudgingly, acknowledging his son's courage at least. It settled the situation to some form of acceptance. Boarstep, and after some explaining Lilysong, acknowledged their son's fight, it had been one of the things they wanted most from him. They still wanted grandkits, and wanted him to be with a she-cat, but if their mouse of a son was able to stand up for himself on this, they had to accept that.
Stoatwhisker was elated. He had finally stood up for himself and settled his dispute with his parents as best he thought possible, and for many moons he lived in a settled kind of happiness. Cedarclaw was always hanging out with kits and apprentices, and even got himself his own apprentice. It entertained Stoatwhisker to watch him with them, and he himself enjoyed nice long solo hunts and a sense of peace and stability.
It was not to last however. A harsh Leafbare stole both his parents from him in one fell swoop as the older couple both succumbed to the cold and greencough. While he had managed to make some form of peace with them, that was by no means any comfort as he sat vigil by their bodies, one only a few days after the other. It was a time full of change, for only a few moons had passed before Cedarclaw was named deputy of the clan. Stoatwhisker was happy for him, but the change in station added some distance to their relationship that he didn't relish. He struggled to maintain some stability for a time, but there was no holding to it. Cedarclaw approached him to tell him that he, of all cats, wanted to lie with a she-cat for the sake of having kits.
Stoatwhisker was furious and heartbroken to the core. The idea that his mate would want to do what he himself had fought so hard to have the independence to avoid both disgusted him and rent his heart in two. It was the ultimate betrayal that he wasn't enough for Cedarclaw, that he would want to do what Stoatwhisker considered as outright cheating, and then had had the audacity to ask about it as if it were something reasonable to request. He hasn't spoken to his mate since.
[li]Family-[/li]
Mother: Lilysong (deceased)
Father: Boarstep (deceased)
Siblings: None
Mate: Cedarclaw
Kits: None
[li]Genetics-
Two white spotting genes, which shows as ~80% white. Cobby. Medium length fur. Green eyes.
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