Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 15:30:13 GMT -7
PERSONALITY
{ KIT }
Like every kit, he was adventurous and mischievous. While he did listen to his mother, he always found trouble, especially if it included sneaking out of camp because he was chasing after a butterfly. He was very inquisitive as a kit and everything that moved was fair game. That or just really cool.
{ APPRENTICE }
"Start acting your age!" his mother would scold him. And now that he was an apprentice, he had to. No more running around and tossing moss balls at his sister and their other denmates; no more placing beetles in anyone's nest; no more attacking stray tails of warriors.
Breezepaw was on his way to becoming a warrior himself, and if he wanted the experienced warriors to look him at, he had to be serious. So all the fun and games were left back in the nursery, much to his sister's dismay. From now on he'd pay attention and work hard, listening carefully to what his mentor had to teach him.
Only his sister brought out that still-playful side he had. Normally he was so prone to ignoring the sudden urge to tackle someone to the ground and roll around with them, but he didn't want to be accused of being a kit. He had pride, and he wasn't going to let his Clanmates know that he wasn't capable of becoming a warrior.
But Featherpaw... So kind, so sweet, she'd bring out the best in him. They were always together and were always there for one another. Breezepaw was exceptionally very protective of her, and when she died, his whole demeanor changed.
For a while he became mopey, depressed, and just drained of energy altogether. Becoming a warrior wasn't his top priority anymore. His denmates would surpass him and he'd be stuck behind because he was too afraid to move forward. Because for the longest time, he thought that, together, he and Featherpaw would receive their warrior names.
{ WARRIOR }
Moons passed and with it came change. Through his father's stern lecture, Breezepaw eventually came out of his depression-like state, and began to work especially hard for himself and his sister. His desire to play was long gone, only replaced with bittersweet memories that turned sour every time he sat down and thought really hard about it.
After receiving his warrior name, Breezefeather retained an "all-work-and-no-play" personality. He still had his pride he had to mend, and he keeps reminding himself that he's working for not one cat, but two.
To him, nothing else matters aside from protecting your Clanmates, and being loyal to your Clan. Breezefeather, despite being relatively young, appears wise beyond his years, and oftentimes sits and chats with the senior warriors, namely his father. He finds that the younger cats bore him with their silly aspirations of one day becoming Clan leader. Because he knows that to truly achieve such a dream, one must be prepared for anything and be willing to set aside anything and everything, including a family.
Truth be told, that subject scares him.
And while he may be awkward around she-cats and kits in general, he's extremely protective of them, mostly because he knows they are the future of the Clan and...his sister often dreamed of having kits of her own.
{ overview + other character traits }
| stoic | prideful | wise | difficult | confident | inquisitive | loyal | fiercely protective | trusting | thoughtful | polite | a bit humorless | bold |
Like every kit, he was adventurous and mischievous. While he did listen to his mother, he always found trouble, especially if it included sneaking out of camp because he was chasing after a butterfly. He was very inquisitive as a kit and everything that moved was fair game. That or just really cool.
{ APPRENTICE }
"Start acting your age!" his mother would scold him. And now that he was an apprentice, he had to. No more running around and tossing moss balls at his sister and their other denmates; no more placing beetles in anyone's nest; no more attacking stray tails of warriors.
Breezepaw was on his way to becoming a warrior himself, and if he wanted the experienced warriors to look him at, he had to be serious. So all the fun and games were left back in the nursery, much to his sister's dismay. From now on he'd pay attention and work hard, listening carefully to what his mentor had to teach him.
Only his sister brought out that still-playful side he had. Normally he was so prone to ignoring the sudden urge to tackle someone to the ground and roll around with them, but he didn't want to be accused of being a kit. He had pride, and he wasn't going to let his Clanmates know that he wasn't capable of becoming a warrior.
But Featherpaw... So kind, so sweet, she'd bring out the best in him. They were always together and were always there for one another. Breezepaw was exceptionally very protective of her, and when she died, his whole demeanor changed.
For a while he became mopey, depressed, and just drained of energy altogether. Becoming a warrior wasn't his top priority anymore. His denmates would surpass him and he'd be stuck behind because he was too afraid to move forward. Because for the longest time, he thought that, together, he and Featherpaw would receive their warrior names.
{ WARRIOR }
Moons passed and with it came change. Through his father's stern lecture, Breezepaw eventually came out of his depression-like state, and began to work especially hard for himself and his sister. His desire to play was long gone, only replaced with bittersweet memories that turned sour every time he sat down and thought really hard about it.
After receiving his warrior name, Breezefeather retained an "all-work-and-no-play" personality. He still had his pride he had to mend, and he keeps reminding himself that he's working for not one cat, but two.
To him, nothing else matters aside from protecting your Clanmates, and being loyal to your Clan. Breezefeather, despite being relatively young, appears wise beyond his years, and oftentimes sits and chats with the senior warriors, namely his father. He finds that the younger cats bore him with their silly aspirations of one day becoming Clan leader. Because he knows that to truly achieve such a dream, one must be prepared for anything and be willing to set aside anything and everything, including a family.
Truth be told, that subject scares him.
And while he may be awkward around she-cats and kits in general, he's extremely protective of them, mostly because he knows they are the future of the Clan and...his sister often dreamed of having kits of her own.
{ overview + other character traits }
| stoic | prideful | wise | difficult | confident | inquisitive | loyal | fiercely protective | trusting | thoughtful | polite | a bit humorless | bold |
APPEARANCE
Breezefeather is a compact cat with a small, neat head that only seems big due to his fluffy pelt. His noes is black, his ears pointy with white fur coming out of them, a black mouth, and his eyes are a pretty shade of pale amber. His body is lithe, and his legs long and powerful. For the most part, his fluffy pelt is covered in black, with the most of it being seen on his back and the entirety of his tail. However, as you move toward his visage, you'll notice that his face becomes a soft silver-gray color decorated with black stripes. His white muzzle leads to his chest which his mother used to say was "as soft as a cloud."
Breezefeather is a compact cat with a small, neat head that only seems big due to his fluffy pelt. His noes is black, his ears pointy with white fur coming out of them, a black mouth, and his eyes are a pretty shade of pale amber. His body is lithe, and his legs long and powerful. For the most part, his fluffy pelt is covered in black, with the most of it being seen on his back and the entirety of his tail. However, as you move toward his visage, you'll notice that his face becomes a soft silver-gray color decorated with black stripes. His white muzzle leads to his chest which his mother used to say was "as soft as a cloud."
KIN
Blackfang of WaveClan - [ Father ]
Blackfang of WaveClan - [ Father ]
Silverbreeze of WaveClan - [ Mother ]
Featherpaw of WaveClan - [ Sister, deceased ]
HISTORY
{ KIT }
Breezekit was born to the senior warrior Blackfang and gentle nursing queen Silverbreeze alongside his playful, sweet sister Featherkit. For the most part, they were a happy family, with Blackfang often visiting his kits to play with them when they gave their mother, and their denmates, a hard way to go. Breezekit was very adventurous at this age, as all kits should be, and oftentimes got into trouble because of his exploits.
Nothing entirely exciting happened at this age.
{ APPRENTICE }
What every kit dreams of.
For Breezepaw, it was his dream to be the best warrior--deputy, maybe even leader!--of the Clan. And because he was so adamant on becoming one, he worked especially hard, always determined to outdo the other apprentices. While many of the other apprentices thought he was simply showing off, or trying too hard to be praised, his sister always stuck by his side, ready to defend him when necessary. Their relationship was strong, and so it was a tragedy when she was unintentionally killed.
It all happened so fast.
It was right after a storm, where the wind still swept most cats off their paws, that all the apprentices got together for some sort of contest. Over the cliff, just a few tail-lengths away, was a sea thrift. It was a pretty flower, and not many apprentices could reach it except one--supposedly, but that was a long time ago. The still-young apprentices were eager to prove their worth by obtaining this beautiful flower.
While many tried and failed, it was Featherpaw's turn. At first, she seemed hesitant, and even Breezepaw reassured her that she didn't have to prove anything to anyone. But the other apprentices would not let up and, ultimately, pride hurt, Featherpaw went to retrieve the flower.
She slipped, she fell, and the ocean gobbled her up.
Her body was never found.
For a long period of time, Breezepaw was exceptionally mopey, and didn't do much. He'd always think that it was his fault she fell to her death. If only he could have persuaded her more...
{ WARRIOR }
Featherpaw's death still haunted Breezefeather. And not just because he requested his warrior name to be Breezefeather. While his mother and father did all they could to cheer him up and reassure him it wasn't his fault, he still couldn't shake off that feeling.
That was until his father told him to be the best warrior--for him and Featherpaw. And that moment, right there, changed him for the better.
He only has recently become a warrior, and strives every day to be the best warrior for the Clan. He works twice as hard, and often claims he has such strength because of his sister's spirit.
BONE SHOP ITEMS
N/A
Featherpaw of WaveClan - [ Sister, deceased ]
HISTORY
{ KIT }
Breezekit was born to the senior warrior Blackfang and gentle nursing queen Silverbreeze alongside his playful, sweet sister Featherkit. For the most part, they were a happy family, with Blackfang often visiting his kits to play with them when they gave their mother, and their denmates, a hard way to go. Breezekit was very adventurous at this age, as all kits should be, and oftentimes got into trouble because of his exploits.
Nothing entirely exciting happened at this age.
{ APPRENTICE }
What every kit dreams of.
For Breezepaw, it was his dream to be the best warrior--deputy, maybe even leader!--of the Clan. And because he was so adamant on becoming one, he worked especially hard, always determined to outdo the other apprentices. While many of the other apprentices thought he was simply showing off, or trying too hard to be praised, his sister always stuck by his side, ready to defend him when necessary. Their relationship was strong, and so it was a tragedy when she was unintentionally killed.
It all happened so fast.
It was right after a storm, where the wind still swept most cats off their paws, that all the apprentices got together for some sort of contest. Over the cliff, just a few tail-lengths away, was a sea thrift. It was a pretty flower, and not many apprentices could reach it except one--supposedly, but that was a long time ago. The still-young apprentices were eager to prove their worth by obtaining this beautiful flower.
While many tried and failed, it was Featherpaw's turn. At first, she seemed hesitant, and even Breezepaw reassured her that she didn't have to prove anything to anyone. But the other apprentices would not let up and, ultimately, pride hurt, Featherpaw went to retrieve the flower.
She slipped, she fell, and the ocean gobbled her up.
Her body was never found.
For a long period of time, Breezepaw was exceptionally mopey, and didn't do much. He'd always think that it was his fault she fell to her death. If only he could have persuaded her more...
{ WARRIOR }
Featherpaw's death still haunted Breezefeather. And not just because he requested his warrior name to be Breezefeather. While his mother and father did all they could to cheer him up and reassure him it wasn't his fault, he still couldn't shake off that feeling.
That was until his father told him to be the best warrior--for him and Featherpaw. And that moment, right there, changed him for the better.
He only has recently become a warrior, and strives every day to be the best warrior for the Clan. He works twice as hard, and often claims he has such strength because of his sister's spirit.
BONE SHOP ITEMS
N/A
BREEZEFEATHER, WARRIOR OF WAVECLAN
20 Moons || Tom
20 Moons || Tom
Straight
