Darkstripe - Warrior - Stone Clan

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[Stubborn]  ● [Self-Seeking]  ● [Nimble]

General Knowledge Age: 23 moons Breed: Domestic Shorthair Reason for Name: prefix He was named dark for his unusual dark rump and hind legs. suffix He was named Stripe for his sharp defined pattern of stripes running along his body. Appearance Darkstripe family build seems to run in the family, he has a average thickness, not too beefy but also not to lean. His legs are long spindles under his thin shoulders and narrow chest, an advantage when squeezing though tight spots in the metal work frame of his home. A long medium fur length tail keeping him balanced on high beams and wide paws that cling to walls and brickwork. His short coat a little longer than his breed gene pool intended, but still little use ageist the bitter winds that seep though once in a while. Darkstripe was is his name for a reason, his brown orange-toned pelt lined with dark tiger pattered stripes that ran the length and width of his body. His belly and chest edging onto the colour of sun dried sand, then continuing up his body to a damp sand smother. Further down his body is as if a shadow is permanently casting itself upon him, past his middle section, hind legs, rump and tail is where a very dark blend of browns nearly completely dominate his dark stripes, only visible when closely studied. Further up past his mid section, chest, for legs, neck, face and belly are much lighter tones of brown and orange sand. Like many in his family, Darkstripe has a tall but short face. The rounded face is marked with a few, thin dark stripes concentrated mostly upon his forehead between the sharp pointed ears and below his yellow-green eyes, giving his a tired, worn look. Personality Darkstripe on a good day can light up yours, he will be funny, caring and protective of his clan and friends. But goods days aren't very often in his world. Darkstripe was always the larger one of the litter of two, since his brother Spottednewt was weak at birth like his twin sister who sadly died because of such thing. So ever since he was a kit, Darkstripe had this self-seeking edge to himself, only it didn't fully fledged until his mother's next litter came. When the litter did come, Darkstipe was already a warrior but that didn't stop him from feeling ignored. His older brother, Bronebreeze would spend a lot of time with his younger sister and brother who were the only survivors of the birth. As this increased, Darkstipe became louder and more pushy, he would crave attention were ever he went and sometimes it isn't the right attention. Darkstripe isn't an adventures type, only he does sometimes find himself places were he ought not to be. In these situations, Darkstripe can be a completely different cat. He can be nimble, a fast thinker when he needs it most in tight places and light on his feet to execute what needs to be done with no mercy. Being a fast thinker can have its setbacks, thinking of something then saying it before he can stop himself, this can give him a rude and unpleasant reputation, especially since he is strong headed and won't back down until he is satisfied that he has won or the opponents has got what was coming to it. Also on good days, Darkstripe can be like everyone else, loyal, determined cat who would never turn his back on a fellow member, its just on odd occasions he can get a bit full of himself and worse not in control it. History Family: Grousesong - mother - deceased at 53 moons, 6 moons ago Timbertail - father - deceased at 60 moons, 2 moons ago Owlclaw - Older sister - living, 45 moons Bronzebreeze - Older brother - living, 45 moons Spottednewt - brother - living, 23 moons Specklekit -sister - deceased at 1 moon, 22 moons ago Mallowpaw - younger sister - living, 6 moons Thatchepaw - younger brother - living, 6 moons Littlekit - younger sister - stillborn, 6 moons ago Frogkit - younger brother - stillborn, 6 moons ago Adderkit - younger brother - stillborn, 6 moons ago Quailkit - younger sister - stillborn, 6 moons ago Nettlepelt - paternal aunt - living, 62 moons Hazelpaw - younger sister - living, 6 moons Drywood - mentor - deceased, 45 moons, 12 moons One day two bouncing kits were born into the company of Stone clan, their proud parents overflowing with joy with their first litter being so healthy and strong. These two were called Bronzekit and Owlkit, soon to be know to the world as Owlclaw and Bronzebreeze. Owlpaw (As she was known in training) lost her mentor when he was saving her from a wild dog, but that didn't stop her from passing training before her joker brother, who was held back for fear of his adventurous nature. At eighteen moons, Bronzebreeze was known and not long after his mother became pregnant again with a new litter. It had been a harsh leafbare and their mother nutrients to the kits in her belly was low and in short supply, so when the three were born it was no surprise that the two twins, Speckledkit and Spottedkit were weak beyond recovery. However the new medicine cat, Ironcall came with some quick thinking that helped Spottedkit pull through, although that is too much to ask from Speckledkit, who died at the age of one moon old. Darkkit was perfectly healthy at birth and was the strongest of the two survivors, even thought his brother wasn't that far behind. Darkkit was a joyous kit who would always rumble on about nothing and get so exited about passing his training when he became Darkkit. When it was time, Darkkit became Darkpaw and he was appointed Drywood as his mentor, a skillful cat at the skill of rock climbing. At this point Darkpaw became distanced from his brother, he didn't know why, but it just seemed to happen. Although Darkpaw became close to his father and enjoyed hanging around with the tom, along with his mother when possible. Darkkit was keen to pass training before his brother and to beat his older sisters record, who he looked up to secretly for her skill at fighting and stealth. At the same time, Darkpaw didn't really look up to his joker older brother, his silliness and lack of seriousness can get on the toms nerves whenever he's around him. So whenever he was around his older brother and in a very bad mood, Darkpaw does tell Bronzebreeze when he's getting on the little toms nerve, even though its a empty threat. By ten moons, Darkpaw was learning all the tricks and tactics of Drywoods skill, following in his foot steps that would be printed in the dust of steel framing, and how to use your tail to create light gusts to cover your tracks behind you when you don't want to be found. Darkpaw and Drywood were close near the end of his training, for Drywood promised the growing apprentice if he kept up his good training, he would most certainly become a warrior at his twelfth moon. But it was not be be seen through Drywood's green eyes. For one day when teaching Darkpaw to scale up the remote walls to his favorite alone time spot just at the top, at strong gust hit the weak wall. But that wasn't what made the wall fall, that heavy gust got caught by a weaken tree from the night before which had been battered and bruised. The tree at first came down quietly, but Drywood picked it up just too late. The tree's thick trunk hit the walls side, causing the aging brick work to crumble to dust. Darkpaw was near the bottom of the wall, for he was finding it difficult to get his claws into the right space. That's what saved him that day, for when he heard Drywood's calls to run, fear struck his throat even thought he could not see what his mentor was warning him about. Darkpaw leapt from the wall and fell a short distance to the hard ground and ran in the opposite direction, his long legs taking him with ease away from the direct glare of the wall. It is not said for Drywood, who leapt from a too high a spot and landed with bone crunching force. Darkpaw only turned just in time to have eye contact with his mentor before the wall fell on him. Fortunately for Darkpaw, he was close to finishing his training and despite his mentors untimely death, a moon later he was named Darkstripe. Being a warrior was like pining a medal to his chest, everyone now looked up at him with new found respect for the strong headed cat who wouldn't shut up, but with all the new power and respect came responsibility. Going on portals at first had been fun and adrenaline full, but after a while it just became the same old thing. Including that his heart would catch in his throat whenever he went near a old building, always a mental image of his mentors eye's before the force of gravity acting on the bricks shattered his bones and crushed his brain. But it wasn't long before things started to get out of hand again. His mother and father, Grousesong and Timber tail wanted one more litter despite their old age. Near the end of Grousesong's pregnancy, she became critically ill and agreed to forfeit her own life for her kits, knowing her weakness would only only endanger the kits forming in her, let alone naturally give birth to them in such form. Her sister-in-law was already happily nursing a kit, they would be brought up by her and Timbertail. Ironcall waited as long as he could but when all signs pointed to mother's passing, Ironcall did what the she-cat wished. The litter would have been her largest but the sickness had reached four of the six kits first. The survivors were named Thatchkit and Mallowkit. It was a cold, sad day to see so many pass for such a small reason. Darkstripe had stayed with them the whole time, always sneeking glances at his older siblings, Owlclaw and Bronzebreeze, also at his brother and father, who was the most shaken up by their mothers passing. But something in Darkstripe was being held back, as if it was close to impossible for him to feel such a emotion. Lost and love. Both were taken away by his mother, for her passing seemed to click something in his young mind. All life is given up for the younger generation, no matter what. At seventeen moons old, Darkstripe would spend most of his days helping around the clan, once in a while visiting the medicine den where the three bouncing kits would be found along side his clone of a older brother and the protective medicine cat. He did help with their upbringing but would keep his distance for the small den would always remind him of his mothers death, so much death would of passed this room. But once again Darkstripe was struck by the news of his fathers passing. The tom had disappeared for a moon before his body was found by a portals, one that Darkstripe had decided to join before they left out, a decision he would take back in a instant. His father body was so mangled by the bacteria that had been eating away at his flesh, it was hard to know what he had died from, but that wasn't what was important in his mind that moment, it was just the thought that his father was dead. A moon later Timbertail up in Starclan, or where ever he went after his death, watched as his youngest kits became apprentices. At twentythree, Darkstripe has become louder and more daring since his youngest siblings have been taking all the attention. He still hasn't been given apprentice and maybe he might get one of the two youngest siblings. He also hasn't found that special someone, or really a friend he can rely on, his strong headed and self-seeking nature isn't what most cats are looking for in a friend.

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