Post by } FALLING d.o.w.n { on Dec 6, 2011 12:36:23 GMT -10
LONGSTEP,
forty-five. male. deputy. fogclan.
A large brown tom with yellow eyes[/i][/size]
dead inside, my heart is all flatline[/font][/center]
[/s] longpaw[/i] longstep[/ul]Name |
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Look at the world right now. You're brought up from the age of 6 moons to be a firm believer in Starclan - and you are. But something along the way you find that it may be easier to accept others beliefs then to challenge them - and your silenced by your mother and father for those silly ideas. but your other brother doesn't care and continues to believe that 'hey if there was a starclan - would they really let such a mean leader rule?' and soon your questioning. After moons of questioning you just settle with the fact that Starclan is real, and that anyone can have there own believes. But now - he's fearing for his own sanity - because of what his new leader is saying, and doing.[/ul]
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You are all alone in a clan where you know that at any moment a cat can point and call you a non-believer. Where at any second your life can be thrown into the paws of a cat who might not know anything about your really - but yet, they still want to see you suffer - and only one word can make it happen. Longstep on the surface is a strong-willed, stubborn and emotionless. He keeps his emotions masked and controlled - in fear that he will let something show. But the truth to seeing what he's going through is in the depths of his eyes. One look into those ever stone cold eyes - you'll see a cat struggling to live up to what he's been given. He is a true leader at heart, but it's the position he is in now, that's driving him into insanity. Of course, everything lies with how much he's seen. With the blood of his brother below his paws and the silent passing of his mother and the disappearance of his father - it's surprising that this tom hasn't gone off the deep end and joined his ever-so 'sane' leader in his rise to purity. He has a rather - unusual aspect though. While he believes deeply in Starclan - he still finds it in himself to accept all possible beliefs. Others have the right to do what they want - as long as they a bid by the borders and don't steal prey. He's quiet, and he studies the world around him, he rather watch then get in on those horrible punishments - because he can't bring himself to hurt another, from his clan, like that. It's impure, and if he could voice it, if he could send that message over the wall he's built to protect himself, he would.[/ul]
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longstep's parents came from the original forestclan. They had an age difference of 17 moons, and yet when they were both together you could see the love passing from young whitepaw to young tallstep. they travelled together, whitepaw - along the journey became Whiterain and was finally able to be with Tallstep with out breaking the warriors code. The two were strong believers and as they travelled they grew closer - but did not settle down. It wasn't until they were settled and they had helped there new clan ' Fogclan' settle did they start planing out kits. It was 20 moons since they parted from the harsh claws of Forestclan did they have two little kittens, which they affectionately named Longkit and Littlekit.
Longkit for the first four moons was a playful and happy kitten - always playing as Fogclan's leader and fighting against his brother - who was Pineclan's Leader. Longkit loved playing against his brother - battling and pretending to hunt each other - they took turns playing mouse - and even stalking there mom's tail. That was - until Miststar took over. Longkit was there when Owlstar left and he was almost temped to follow the pretty she-cat out, but was held back by his father holding his tail. He however did not respect Miststar - but he kept that hidden, his brother however lifted his nose into the air as if she smelt every time she walked by. It was in there sixth moon - still as kits- that they were running about a trampled on the tail of cuckooclaw - Longkit's future mentor.
Longkit and Littlekit became apprentice and christened Littlepaw and Longpaw. At this age it was already well know that Longkit was taller then normal. Littlepaw being shorter then normal. But the two were nothing alike. Littlepaw was given to a warrior named Bluepelt and Longpaw got the cat who he trampled on - Cuckooclaw. It was odd how the she-cat greeted him with open paws instead of the anger she had when the two had first met. It didn't take long for Longpaw and Cuckooclaw to develop a tight and strong apprentice-to-mentor relationship. They worked together in harmony, and Cuckooclaw - although a strong believer in Starclan, set Longpaw in a place where she accepted his belief that beliefs should not matter, but the loyalty to the clan. And so Longpaw grew with little punishment - but his mentor did give him up once or twice when he would start speaking of how the clan would be better with a more 'less abusive and sane' cat to rule. These were the days he felt lashings.
He often hunted until his paws bleed - but he kept going to prove his worth and while his brother did nothing to upset his own mentor, Longpaw couldn't help but think it was because Bluepelt - a loud young she-cat - and his brother were developing feelings. But Longpaw didn't care - he had to do things his way and get things done the way he needed them done and not anyone else's way. He was always fighting for the right to be a warrior - even going as far as ratting out his brother to his mom and dad - who did nothing. Then it happened, his mother - while out hunting alone - was attacked by a rogue who surprised her and very slowly overwhelmed her. Now this rogue was kind enough to let his mother live, but in those short few seconds the tom ranked his claws down - deep - across his mother's eyes. Forcing her into retirement and going permanently blind.
He was made a warrior the moon that Streamclan was sent into a famine. He was disturbed and his heart ached for those cats. But as he hunted as an apprentice one last time - and touched noses with his blind mother, he soon lost the title of apprentice and became a warrior. Longstep he was called, and his brother Littlewhisker. The two were handsome warriors who waited a full night watching the camp - with there backs pressed together. Giving them a better view of the camp. It was there that Longstep saw his father - Tallstep - sneak into the elder's den to be with his mother. It warmed his heart - he did know it then, but that was the last true smile he would have - for a long time. He and Littlewhisker would hunt together and talk together - and silly Littlewhisker would still turn his nose up and away from Miststar.
It was about ten moons into his training that he was given an apprentice - christened heronpaw. Longstep wanted to train the young she-cat to see his point of views in faith and how cats should be. In many ways he developed a very close relationship with his apprentice - like cuckooclaw did with him. Cuckooclaw - although retired to the elder's den, had kept a close eye on Longstep and his training with the young Heronpaw and even followed them out once or twice to help train them. While he didn't want to go, Heronpaw the next day reported that Rainpaw from Pineclan and Firestorm quelled. Longstep was scared and upset that this had happened and even went as far as to lecture his apprentice on not quelling at a gathering! It was impure - and so his insanity began.
It wasn't even a moon or two before Heronpaw's warrior ceremony that Littlewhisker came up to Longstep and began to mention the idea of Starclan being a myth and something that these cats would do anything - lose anything [even there sanity] to follow. Heronpaw over heard that and thinking Littlewhisker would possibly start a rebel - something Longstep thought as well - she ratted him out. It was then - a few days after Miststar had disappeared - that Littlewhisker was given a lashing, which would later cause him to die. But Longstep was put in front of the clan to confess his sins.
"I've taken prey from outside our borders as an apprentice - i've kept what my brother has been saying from you - my clan - because he is my brother and i love him. Forgive me Starclan for my mistakes! I beg you to have mercy on me - and I beg you, my clan to forgive me of my selfish sin and to let me improve on what I've done wrong."
And so the beginning of a wall began around Longstep and within two moons he cleverly thought up and had his apprentice punished. He knew the risk he was having but a small beating did her well. He later tried to help heal her - but no more then what he could show as natural healing. As Heronpaw became Heronclaw - and he couldn't be more proud. It was a few moons later that, Littlewhisker - ratted on again by another member of the clan - was beaten and the infection later killed him. Some would say a sign from Starclan - but Longstep refused to think that! He watched the death of his mother as he passed peacefully in her sleep and the disappearance of his father one night. He searched all night for him, even calling and -if he could produce tears- would of cryed for his father.
after the previous 'acting deputy' retired due to old age, he was selected by Volepelt - and this, scares him the most.[/ul]
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He batted the piece of moss off the tree, and added it to his collection of moss he had collected so far. Herontooth stayed behind him, holding the three mice they had caught, by the tails in her mouth. He gave one of those fake smile that seemed real enough to her as he took another piece of moss of that silly tree and pressed it into his growing pile. As he reached for another piece his eyes caught a glimpse of those scared paw pads and he inwardly winced. Sighing he meowed, "We're almost done here, Herontooth. We will return to camp after this." He turned to look over his shoulder before grasping one last paw full and making the ball of moss together. Bending down he grasped the ball and grinned inwardly to himself.
As he, and his former apprentice padded back to wards the camp he saw old reminders of the life he used to live. The battle of life and death with his brother and with his family. He inwardly plotted his former apprentice's death - before snapping back into his right mind and squeezed into his clan's camp. Nodding his head to wards the nursery - where a queen and her kit were sitting chatting to the kit's father - but he did get a small nod back. As he headed to wards the Medicine Cat's den he dropped off the bundle of moss and turned to see his former apprentice dropping the mice onto the fresh kill pile. "Comeon, we need to go back out and get more prey... or not." He noticed a young tom move to wards Herontooth and he saw her pleading look. A true smile graced his lips and he nodded- watching the two cats move out to hunt by themselves.
'I guess it's only me!' He thought as he shrugged and slowly padded out of the camp. His heart beating as his amber eyes flickered from left to right - worried that at any moment a council cat could come out and beat him again. Hurt him the way they had hurt his brother. He frowned deeply. He remembered that one day after his brother's death when he had to tell his mother. Her sweet voice asking where Littlewhisker was and why he hadn't visit her in what seemed like moons. He remembered how his father Tallstep tried to explain that there youngest son wasn't coming to visit any more. But he shivered at that memory. He had told his mom - in anger - that his brother had died because of the wounds that had pledged him from the lies that a member of fogclan had spread. 'I'm sorry Littlewhisker - if only I hadn't be so scared!'[/color]
It was silly really! He shook his head and looked at his paws - he had walked enough and far enough away from his camp. He was taller then most cats towering over them with his long and tall body. But why was it so hard! Why was he - a huge cat - scared of all those pesky smaller ones?! They should be scared of him damn it! He growled as he dropped into a hunters crouch - then leaping and catching the mouse with his claws digging in. He should be leader and not that silly volepelt- no. He shook his head again. Sometimes he questioned his sanity. It was the only thing his father had asked him to keep. 'I will not fail you, father.'[/color] He thought as he swallowed and buried the mouse.[/size][/color][/center]
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