Post by ♏aple♢ on Jul 11, 2014 21:54:42 GMT
 Birchtail When I return home, I will swallow every horrible thing I have done here and i will smile when I'm with her. general info
APPEARANCE
Birchtail looks a great deal like his grandfather, Crowstar. Of course, not many cats alive anymore will know who that is. And so, for your convenience, what he looks about will be explained. He's a short tom, and a bit on the pudgy size. Well, maybe not just a bit. Alright, he's pudgy. So what? His shortness actually makes him look pudgier than he really is though. His coat is short but a bit fluffy, gray and white. Its shortness isn't the best thing for living in the mountains, but what can you do? He carries his same coat from both his father and grandfather. His eyes are green, and his whiskers are short and white. His nose is half pink, half dark gray, and his paw pads share the same patterning.  personality
It is very easy to call this tom a bit of a goofball. He is very cheerful and often puts off his duties to talk to his friends and play with the kits. He is no where near as cold-hearted as his father was, nor as quiet as his mother. He makes sure he is his own cat, thats for certain. He is often overly cheerful, which tends to get on everyone's nerves, although he doesn't see it. These trying times have put a bit of a damper on it, but even now he tries to see the bright side of things and be cheerful. He has a beautiful mate, wonderful kits on the way, and he's alive. That's something to be happy about. Even if the world has become a hard place to live in, you have to find things to be happy about. He is even forcibly hospitable, often being called a 'cat-napper' as he forces others to let him help them or cheer them up. He will be the first to greet a new cat, even if they're a rogue. Even so, during very serious situations that could put his friends and clan in danger, he can be very intelligent, and is even called wise for his age. He is also very trustworthy and will be feared throughout the forest for being a well-skilled fighter. He is often seen around the nursery, usually playing with the kits. At gatherings, he will only talk about the kits, even going so far to drawing them in the dirt with a claw to show the other clans what they look like(he's very artistic haha). And now that he has a mate of his own? Oh, you don't even have to get him started. He'll do that himself. He constantly talks about his mate and how he adores her, and he is absolutely completely and one HUNDRED percent in love with her. There isn't a thing that he doesn't love, and he makes sure that everyone knows it (at times to Starlingfur's embarrassment). Once his kits are born, he'll be talking about them constantly, often even to a point of annoyance for others. But how will be be able to resist? They're just so cute and perfect! He often pressures the toms in his clan to get mates, telling them that it's wonderful, much to many of their annoyance and embarrassment. He is very shrewd during serious situations and will often act very blunt, which he got from his father, not scared of anyone. During these times, expect a blunt comment if you're acting mouse-brained. Overall, he's a tom who doesn't act the most serious most of the time. He works hard to keep morale up, especially in the situation that the clans are in right now. At the end of the world, there has to be someone keeping everyone else from throwing the towel in. He's loyal, incredibly loving, friendly, and someone who looks out for others and makes friends easily even if he can be annoying at times. His heart is a strong warm one, and its definitely in the right place. He would never betray a cat, and is honest, trustworthy and true. Birchtail is certainly a cat who you would want to have on your side.
HISTORY Birchkit was a born and bred Duskclan cat in his youth. He was born to Shrikewing and Graymist of DUskclan, along with his siblings Fernkit, Thistlekit, Poolkit, Tallkit, and Hollykit. Quite a big litter, eh? But as he always thought, the bigger the family the better! He was born with quite strong family values, and was close with his siblings. Especially Fernkit. He was always looking out for her. The time for apprenticeship came, and he was made apprentice to Granitestripe. He was far more serious than Birchpaw, but that didn't matter to the young apprentice! He just wanted to become the best warrior he could, for his family and for his clan. Of course, he did tend to shirk off his duties to go talk with his friends or goof off.. but.. he did want to become a warrior, and he worked hard! Seriously! Eventually he became a warrior, and his father was quite proud. However, Graymist had unfortunately died early in their youth and wasn't around long enough to see her kits become warriors. Still, Birchpaw and then BirchTAIL worked hard to make her proud as she watched from Starclan. Time passed, and Birchtail was a good warrior. But when his father 'died' after falling off of a cliff, he was devistated. This pushed him even closer with his siblings. It was around this time when his sister, Ferncloud, started getting into trouble. Birchclan was wary of it, and he was especially suspicious of the exiled tom whom she seemed to be hanging out with so much lately. Boltfang. His sister kept coming home with scratches and injuries, and who was to blame? Well, Birchtail couldn't help but blame the cat that she kept sneaking out of camp to meet. He became extra protective of her, and it was exasperating to him that she kept getting herself in trouble. Not that he was angry with her, just with the situation in general. When Dawnclan broke off from Duskclan, he was quite surprised. How could anyone just do that? It baffled him how cats could just abandon their clans. He, of course, stayed in Duskclan. Time passed, his sister had kits who he doted on and adored. He was always around the nursery, be it for her kits or someone else's. He looked forward to becoming a father more than anything in this world, though no she-cats had caught his eye thusfar. And so, his life continued as a loyal Duskclan warrior. It wasn't until the earthquake when things got, ahem, shaken up for him. With their home destroyed, all of the clans banded together. And much to his surprise.. His father hadn't died after all! Shrikestar seemed to be alive, although he was heavily scarred and had experienced memory loss. Over the course of the journey, he worked on becoming closer to his father again. He stuck close to the queens, watching over the kits like a hawk (a playful, sweet hawk). And in doing so, he met Starlingfur. Starlingfur was a cat of Dawnclan, formerly Dusk, who often stuck with the queens as her daughter had recently given birth. Eventually the two began to form a friendship. Birchtail, always open to new friendships, was quite happy with this. The journey was dangerous and eventful, but over the course of it something changed his mind. He decided to join Dawnclan. This is where his father, Shrikewing now resided. As well as Shrikewing's mate, Wrenface (unusually enough Starlingfur's sister) and their kits. He'd made friends in Dawnclan as well, forming new friendships and rekindling old. Things in Duskclan had become.. exasperating. Boltfang had been allowed back into the clan, and his sister didn't seem to understand when he told her that he was bad news. And so, he decided to join Dawnclan. He worked hard as a Dawnclan cat, proving himself quickly despite having joined later than most Duskclan cats. He got along well with the queens, and especially so with Fawnwhisker and Thrushwing's kits. His relationship with Starlingfur also deepened. And deepened... She was a beautiful she-cat. She was quiet, thoughtful, and he knew as well as her clanmates that she'd been through Starclan and back. He couldn't even pinpoint the moment when he began to fall in love with her. It was a heavily storming night in New-Leaf when he'd confessed to her. Nothing but the sound of shattering thunder and whipping rain. She had returned his feelings, and he'd felt as though he was floating on clouds. The two became mates. Their mateship was an incredibly happy and loving one- and still is to this day! Each day he would tell his clanmates how much he adored her, often to the point of annoying them (or embarassing her). But he couldn't help it. She was perfect. No, is perfect. When the battles started, Birchtail was taken aback. He couldn't understand why the clans would fight like this. Cats raised by the code surely had to have better hearts than this, oughtn't they? But the battles persisted. And persisted. Cats died daily, in the mornings and in the nights. To claws and to infected wounds, to everything a cat could think of. It was horrible. And throughout it, he was worried. What cat wasn't? But he was worried for Starlingfur. For Wrenface. For his siblings, Squirrelfoot and Smokeheart. His family. He fought as hard as he could to protect those he cared for, but in the end that wasn't even enough. Wrenface slipped away, Killed silently in her sleep. Smokeheart died defending Squirrelfoot, who had never been the best of fighters, and Squirrelfoot passed on, unusually enough considering her skills, being shoved out of a tree after a fight within its branches. Birchtail was at a complete loss. He couldn't lose anyone else. He couldn't stand to. But even in these trying, horrible times, he tried to keep morale up. Tried, being the keyword. During the last battle that he participated in, Starlingfur disappeared. She hadn't been killed- he would have found the body. His blood ran cold when he couldn't find her. What if she'd been catnapped? He knew what horrible things happened to catnapped cats during this war all too well... He couldn't lose her. She was the love of his life, and he wouldn't allow it to end like this. Never like this. He immediately set off tracking her, and to his incredible relief he found her, a ways north of Dawnclan's territory. As soon as he saw her, he must have passed out from a mixture of relief and exhaustion. And so, they lived together for nearly 10 moons. They moved to the east of Birchclan's territory. The fighting was less there. It was still large, yes, but not quite as bad as in other places. It was horrible, knowing that all of his family was dead. But.. he had to look on the bright side. He was alive. Starlingfur was alive. She'd fallen into a depression, and it was up to him to keep morale up. And if he was to be judge, well he hadn't done too bad a job of that. Eventually, the two found that they were expecting kits. That had to have been one of the happiest days of his life. He'd been ecstatic, and he could have yowled it from the treetops had attracting attention to themselves not been too dangerous. He was going to be a father...! Even in this hell, there was still happiness. He had a beautiful mate, and would soon have a wonderful family. Once more, he was on cloud nine. It was Starlingfur who suggested that they go back to the clans. Birchtail had been incredibly hesitant. He was so worried about his pregnant mate being out in that dangerous place again.. But eventually he agreed. He doesn't plan on letting her out of her site until they know that things are safe though! 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