Prickthorn - Warrior - WillowClan
Mar 1, 2019 1:00:01 GMT -6
Post by theatricals on Mar 1, 2019 1:00:01 GMT -6
NAME: Prickthorn
AGE: 74 moons (at deletion)
RANK: Warrior
AFFILIATION: WillowClan
IMMEDIATE KIN:
Owlscreech (mate, deceased)
Newtheart (son)
Webpaw (son)
Batpaw (foster son)
Chirpsong (foster daughter)
Dovemoon (mother)
Liongaze (father)
Brookshine (sister)
Whispcall (brother)
BASIC APPEARANCE: Dark gray tom with bright golden eyes.
DETAILED APPEARANCE: While Prickthorn started out as a rather scrawny cat, he has somewhat grown into himself, with his dark fur growing more sleek as time has gone on. While he hasn't lost the roughness that got him his name, his golden eyes seem brighter than before, with his darkening fur putting even more emphasis on them.
PERSONALITY & DESCRIPTION: He could do better if he had more faith in himself—this Prickthorn knows for certain. The one thing he wants to know is how he can do so. Before he and his siblings were born, his mother and father had difficulty conceiving, and even lost a litter, but after some time Dovemoon was able to carry them to full term, and he, Brookshine, and Whispcall were born. Prickthorn naturally gravitated to his mother, even going as far as being considered a “momma’s boy,” but his rock came in the form of his older brother after tragedy struck and illness took Dovemoon’s life. The moon after her death he was unable to function, every day going through the motions of hunting and training and everything in between. He relied heavily on his family, especially his brother, in those hard times, but even they had to start moving on at some point. Liongaze seemed to find his comfort in the medicine cat’s den, and Brookshine and Whispcall were able to finish their training and receive their warrior names. He, however, remained as an apprentice for an extra moon as requested by his mentor with good intentions, but none that actually benefited him. However, he took it without much complaint, as by this time, he couldn’t find it in himself to talk about his feelings. The sense of abandonment swarmed around him and isolated him to a point where he was trapped by the thoughts and had no place to put them. Over time, he has reached out, if only slightly, but it is correct to say that it does take time to heal wounds. He understands that only he can turn himself around, and while it is a slow process, he looks forward to the day when he can finally move on and live the way he wants to without the grief and sense of loss holding him back.