Post by } FALLING d.o.w.n { on Dec 1, 2011 17:45:35 GMT -10
} it's just my time {
[/color][/blockquote]Name |
kitten 45 .. butler .. goosepaw .. Gooseheart
Gender |
Tom
Age |
69 moons
Rank |
kitty-pet .. apprentice .. warrior .. Elder
Clan |
kitty-pet .. Pineclan
Beliefs |
"do you dream of a vast place... where the land is rich and the sky is bright? do you dream of the blinding light and soon the darkness takes over?"
He remembers the days of a younger life - where he would lie under that blanket of stars and wonder what really goes on in the heavens. He believes in something - but not Starclan to be extract. He believes in a world where all the cats that have pasted live until there times comes to walk the earth once more. Reincarnation, odd that he believes that his soul will one day walk the earth again.
Parents |
"my father was selected out of a group of suitable toms, for my mother. i never knew his name, i'm sorry son."
In his older years he can barely remember a time before he was affectionately named Butler. But the soft echoes of the two-leg's tongue still carry his mother's name - Queen. Those silly two-legs naming their silly kitty-pet cats after royalty name - despite the fact that they treated said cat like royalty. But Butler can not remember his father's name, only the odd name of Shane, comes to mind.
Siblings |
"i had many sisters, and many brothers. from litters older and younger then i. but the names ... their names ... if only i could remember.
Not even his litter mates names are know to him - well one is, but she's been dead since her second moon of life - Mouse. He can remember his mother's moaning and naming the young she-cat Mouse in honour of her small size and brown coat. She had been sweet - sick - but sweet.
Other Kin |
"i remember the others ... oh how they must of loathed my mother."
He can clearly remember Ash and Twitch, both of which where his aunts from his mother's side. He remembered how Ash was the gentle one - who loved kits, even if they were not her own - he liked her very much. Then there was Twitch, who was a spit-ball and hated everything that came across her - other then himself. He and his aunt Twitch got along rather well.
Mate |
"a mate? that is silly, son. why would i need to have a she-cat bare me children, when i'm not worth it."
Despite his one true love, Heather - a clan-cat turned rogue - not returning his feelings he was very much the Knight in Shinning armour you'd love to save you. He never loved another she-cat as much as he loved young Heather - but his loyalty had been to his clan - and he would not leave it for anyone.
Crush |
"of course, everyone has those silly crushes, son. but i'll tell you a secret - don't act until you feel it tug right in your heart."
Like many toms and she-cats, he did feel and have those urges and crushes as a young tom. He's even got a wandering eye now a days. But he's more of a big lazy fur ball that loves to lay beside anyone who's willing to give him the time of day - and I mean in the sense that they want to share fresh-kill and news.
Kits |
"now son, i don't have children - i wasn't ready to be a father and i ain't ready now."
He was never the fathering type - although he could be if he wanted to - He was a very strong male, but he wasn't sound in the mind. He believed in all these crazy ideas, and beliefs that other would give him strange looks. The only thing he ever had close to a kit was Bluepaw - but while he was more of a father-figure to her, she was more of lest the daughter to him that he could never raise right.
Apprentice/Mentor |
"i had an apprentice once - a beautiful she-cat named bluepaw. she passed away though - broke my heart."
He had an apprentice - and one apprentice only. Bluepaw was a bright and talent young she-cat but her downfall was black cough. Even today he remembers lying beside her - healthy and determined not to leave her side - as she drew her last breath. He moaned her death for seasons - refusing to train another, until she resurfaced.
Appearance |
"i was a handsome young tom .. once upon a time!
Picture a young tom cat with a pelt as white as newly fallen snow - with eyes that have speckles of green and blue. Lean and firm his body is - or rather, was. Being through 60 moons of fighting, hunting and protecting has taken it's mark on the body of this 69 moon old cat. His pelt has become ragged - with patches of fur growing at all different lengths from the battles he has seen and the battles he has fought. War scars are littered all over his body as well as smudges of dried mud that still cling to parts of his fur. Tics are common since he is always trotting about rubbing up against trees. His paws - while overly large still have the same power they did when he was a young lad - but with different stories. But his paw pads bleed heavily if he walks for to long - or if he takes a run. He likes to joke about how his handsome face as gotten she-cats to fall in love with him - but in truth, it's not true - just his ego talking.
Personality |
"they say i'm weird ... not normal .. and yet they have the right to judge me when they don't know what they want?!"
Stubborn as a mule and unable to digest the fact that he WAS a cat and could only do so much - he would fight to his last waking moments and often find himself in the medicine cat's den, being healed. That stubborn young tom with his head always diving head first at the single of a tail drop. That stubbornness follows him today into his elder days. Where life is supposed to be done laying about doing nothing. He - however - does something. He stubbornly puts his own twist on the clan that took him in. But this isn't the problem with him - oh no. Not only does he have his ways set in a stubborn stone - he's sarcastic. He likes to reply with a sharp tongue and when asked what he believes he'll simply state "that you are a bother." and walk off. But he is not much to question the leader.
Now many will say "By jolly Fall, how can a stubborn and sarcastic cat be so sweet and caring?" Well here is how. Gooseheart is quite the cat. He likes to help others - despite them giving him a splitting headache. But he's quite the nice cat once he's open up to them of course. He may seem like a big bad bear - but really Gooseheart is quite a teddy bear. He'll take that one cat who is casted aside and take them under his wing. Even in his old age he'll try to help said cat learn what they need. So in a small point he's just a passive aggressive one. He's so into his war like fighting that he's willing to go to great length to protect his clan, even moving those old bones into battle to protect the nursery and apprentices.
Skills |
"come close young one and i will tell you of a time where i once walked these woods with honour."
Had you met Gooseheart when he was a brilliant young tom - your first reaction would of been that he seemed like a good hunter. That lanky body was not short on muscle and in fact his main skill is fighting. He was a talent fighter - and still is when he's dragged into battle. It was how he joined the clan in the first place - by attacking a cat from that clan, when they scared him. He's quite a supporter, he tends to support the more logical answer rather then some stupid idea. He has a mind and he uses it. You can say that now in his old-age he's been able to see things more clearly since it's not always 'fight for survival.' He is - and will always be - a cat to see the good in others, even when he does not want to.
History | [[okay so I really want to add in personal POVs if it's okay?]]
It begins like a story told long ago. Boy meets girl - girl hates boy - boy loves girl - and something about it being forbidden. But in this case it's not about true love. Oh no! It's about arrange breeding and kittens to populate and earn money. Basically a puppy-mill... but more constructed - more thought out and not a single kitten or cat goes hungry. Shane was the largest, healthiest of the male cats - who was strong and a full breed kitty-pet. He was rough and tough but his gentle heart set him aside from the others. Queen was a sassy cat - with a giant ego and a heart filled with passion and love, she was selected because of her health and successful litters in the past. These two had, had four previous litters together and this one was no different - expect for one dangerous flaw - one kit would not make it to adult hood. This litter contained the kittens number, 42-47, with the young cat who's story that we are about to fine out being Kitten 45. This is the story of Kitten 45 - Butler - Goosepaw and finally Gooseheart.
Born in the depths of New-leaf, Kitten 45 was the middle kitten of the 5 born. He had an older sister and brother and two younger brothers. Kitten 45 was handsome with his white pelt - much like his grandmother's, and his eyes - much like his father's. It was something most of his siblings - both older and younger - got from there father. Only Mouse took after there father with her pelt. Mouse was Kitten 45's older sister, and surprisingly the only death in Queen's -his mother- litters. Out of all the kittens Queen had bared Mouse was the only one who had been born ill. Kitten 45 was always curious and stayed by his sister's side - right up until her death when they were both two moons old. It was then that the young Kitten - being taken of his mother's milk - would stray to his aunts. Two she-cats who helped with suppling milk when needed. He took to Ash quickly and with in a moon he and Twitch were nearly always together. That was - until the day a two-leg kit appeared and picked him up. He became known as Butler then. Five moons old and already his kitten name was taken away. It was also the last day he saw his mother, his siblings and his aunts. He even caught a glimpse of his father - and heard his name being spoke. Shane ... Shane.
He would soon realize that his dreams of being a good kitty-pet in a good loving home were crushed. The two-leg she-kit was yelled at - told nasty things and she would always come back to her room -his new home- in tears. Saying things in a language he did not understand. But he would climb up onto her lap and meow sweet nothings to her. It seemed to work and she would laugh calling his name - his new name - over and over until she fell into a deep sleep. But nothing of sorts happened to him. He would sit and wait for her everyday for two moons. Then it happened. He remembered seeing her walk home one day, and come straight to her room. She packed a bag of clothes and food for him. She even got a small collar and leash. But when she turned to him, Butler meowed sadly. Was she giving him away? B-But he had been so good. She removed his collar before speaking to him."Oh Butler... I'm so sorry." the two-leg whispered. But Butler only understood one word... one simple word and that was his name. He opened his eyes wide as he padded to wards the she-kit and placed his paws against her jeans. "B-But what?! Sasha!" He meowed his owner's name looking up into her baby-blue eyes. She picked him up slowly as she started down the stairs. Her shoes slipped on - and Butler remained silent. It was a warm autumn night and snuggled closer to his owner's chest he felt safe. "Where are we going Sasha?" He meowed softly, looking up from the cradle he was in. But something scared him. It was the look on her face. Determined to get something done. "Sasha! Sasha! SASHA!" He meowed loudly sinking his claws into her skin to get her attention. He heard one of those dirty words leave her mouth as she dropped him to the ground. Meowing in fear he landed neatly on his over sized feet and looked up. Loyalty, it was all he had left. "Oh Butler... I'm so sorry." Those same words as before... and Butler stared in shock as the girl dropped his bag of food and fled.
Now Butler was only 10 moons when his owner left him alone at the edge of that forest. He would later regret not going after her but a whole new world opened up before him. He spent nearly a night staring off after his owner - no ex-owner - before he turned to the forest and entered. He would travel for a many days until he met and giant tom with a battle scared muzzle. He was scared and frighten but he was not one to back down and so - in a blur of white he clashed with the tom. He fought bravely and proved to himself that he was nothing but a strong willed tom who wanted nothing more to do then fight for what he believed in. He was taken under the wing of Heatherclaw - a handsome she-cat with a great personality - and brought back to the newly formed clan. He noticed cats of all different colors - personalities living together under one common belief ... this belief of a Starclan not being real. Even he agreed that it wasn't real - but decided that his own belief would be judged later. He was accepted into the clan with his head held high.
He was Christen Goosepaw. A fitting name for his white pelt and for apparent reasons paw was the ending for an apprentice. He found this odd, but the naming progress was simple to go with. He had always been asked what it was like as a kitten - and he would only reply sarcastically - do you want to hear Kitten 45's story, or Butler's? They both end with a heart-retching details - But he never did get to tell those stories. He was an apprentice and who would want to hear him talk for hours about his life when it wasn't much to know about. He trained hard for a few moons, from the moment he started until he was 15 moons old and still an apprentice - unlike the kittens who were six moons old. He found it odd that kittens that young would be training and becoming warriors at age 12 when he himself was 15 moons old and still training as an apprentice. But he loved his mentor Heatherclaw."Like this?" He asked as his dropped into a more perfect hunter's crouch. His behind raised into the air a few inches to high - but beside that a perfect crouch. He could hear his mentor purr with laughter as she pressed her cheek against his shoulder and nudged him over. "Stiff." She replied slowly, and dropped into a hunters crouch herself. But Goosepaw just stared in wonder at the beauty before him. He was 16 moons old and he was still an apprentice and by jolly if he had Heatherclaw as a mentor for life he wouldn't mind being an apprentice. His eyes roamed her form as he studied her very light brown pelt. Cute little brown and white kittens they could have. "-Goosepaw! Stop daydreaming, I have something important to tell you." He blinked and realized that Heatherclaw was no longer before him but beside him. He gulped and turned his amber eyes to the green eyes of the she-cat. "Y-Yes?" He asked, embarrassed he had been caught - again. "I'm leaving you know. I've been through so much with the travel here.. I just can't stand the thought of living here in this clan. I enjoy the travel.." She whispered causing Goosepaw to tense up. His mentor leave?! "But Heathercl-" He began to protest but was silence by the tail draped over his mouth. 'Oh god.. oh god! She's touching me!' His mind echoed as he looked from the tail to the she-cat before him. "Just Heather, it's all I'll be when you become the warrior I could never be." He blinked. W-WHAT?! "Your just like a son to me." She added and licked his forehead. His jaw dropped open and his eyes narrowed. SON!
Heatherclaw - no Heather did in fact leave the clan a three moons before Goosepaw got his warrior name. But he remembered painfully the day she vanished. He searched high and low for her - even using his poor tracking skills to hunt her down as far as the border ... and then it was lost. He loved her more then he loved everyone else. But he remembered how she had asked him - a few days before her depart - to go with her. At first, Goosepaw thought that maybe she would look at him in the light of a mate - but sadly, as she ventured out that day with the clan watching her. She paused in front of him and gave him that look of motherly love and it made him sick. He claimed loyalty to his clan and refused her offer. Turning his back on her he missed the pained look and when he finally looked behind him he caught the last of her tail leaving the camp entrance. It was that night... that beautiful night that he became a warrior.
He remembered almost every cat chanting his name and then he himself repeating it. Over and over again. How could he go through so many names in such a short life span. Then that was when he realized that he was like some elders who's name had been changed - but other then that he was always one extra name ahead of all the cats around him. As a warrior - talent in fighting and becoming a better hunter - he saw the fall of Owlstar and the rise of Miststar - a fierce leader if he saw any. The moment his eyes had looked at her - hatred filled him to the bone. Those silly Streamclanners and there ability to not to find food. He laughed at them - laughs at them now - for those silly fish brains have always had it hard and this only fills him with grief at the thought of cats dying. Then the day came when young Bluepaw was put under his wing.
He bared his fangs as the Streamclanner placed a paw over the mouse. It had ran from HIS side of the border so Gooseheart knew that mouse had to be HIS! "THAT'S my mouse sir, now give it back." He snapped as the Streamclan she-cat only purred and shook her head. Damn his good looks and everything he had. Bluepaw - his loyal apprentice, stood beside him with a firm glare on her face. "Miss. That's his mouse!" She yowled settling to pounce. "I think not!" Gooseheart yelped as he noticed the apprentice and placed a paw on her tail - still glaring at the other cat with instance hatred. "Get on - if you take another mouse, sir. I'll find you." He snapped as he watched the mottled grey tom trot off with his tail high and his eyes glittering. "Now Bluepaw-"
Gooseheart was gentle with his apprentice - only a firm mentor when it came to fighting and being around Gingerstar or any of the elders. He had to appear strong as a 32 moon old warrior. But he failed sometimes - showing his care for the younger she-cat with the fresh-kill her snook her when she felt ill or when she was cold he would sneak into the apprentice den to lay with her. To many it seemed like the bud of a romance but Bluepaw looked up to Gooseheart as a father figure and Gooseheart saw Bluepaw as the beautiful daughter he never had. If Gooseheart had ever believed in Starclan he would of saw what happened next as a punishment for something or would of lost all hope in them. Bluepaw became ill with black cough. It pained him so much... so very much as he laid there beside his daughter - but not by blood - and the moaning he did would seem like he lost a part of him with her.
"G-Gooseheart.." He lifted his head and stared at the tiny ball of silver fur. A daughter of sorts as he wiggled closer - the Medicine Cat's warnings abandoned. "I-I'm going t-to die, ain't I?" The she-cat's voice was weak and it broke his heart. "No! You'll be fine! Just don't close your eyes right now." He said loudly pressing a paw to the she-cat's paw. His eyes roaming the body for discomfort and seeing it. "B-But it's pretty." She whispered. "This place..." The young she-cat closed her eyes for a few moments breath in deeply. "Please! If your real- Starclan let her live! She's all I have right now! Please!" He whispered, begging as he pressed she muzzle into the she-cats fur. He prayed - prayed for them to save her. He heard it had worked once in Fogclan! But something happened. Bluepaw started to shiver - shake and her limbs shook with a force. She was coughing, and the Medicine cat shoved him aside. "Bluepaw... BLUEPAW!" He yowled as he tried to get back to her. His voice cracking as he chanted her name. The last thing he remembered was Bluepaw whispering his name before the darkness took him first.[/i][/blockquote]
He would later wake up and fine his 'daughter' gone. She was in the clearing dead. He moaned her death more then her own birth father and yet he was still out moaned by Bluepaw's mother. He remembered telling Bluepaw's mother - Cindertail - that Bluepaw would of been a warrior if she had survived. It nearly broke him more then he already was when he saw the light later die from Cindertail's eyes and the young she-cat vanished into the night. He remembered the disappearance of Miststar and his relief that she was gone. He hoped and prayed she found that stupid Starclan of hers and stayed there for good. The day Cloudstar stepped down from being leader was the day Gooseheart became an elder. His battle scared muzzle and heart told him it was time and soon he joined the elders den with No-Ears and another elder - a she-cat.
Now - as a young elder he's seen the hatred burning up between Pineclan and Streamclan and he aches for he feel of a fight between his paws. 69 moons old and he still ready to go.
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