wolfnose - thunderclan warrior

[ashley]

☀ wolfnose ☀

name: wolfkit - wolfpaw - wolfnose
gender: male
age: thirty moons
clan: thunderclan
position: warrior
short description: large black tom with amber eyes.



appearance:

when they come into the world; they are namely looked at for what their pelt represents or the size of their body. many felines are never exactly sure has to why their parents named them the name they are called. but for the young wolfnose; he has always known the story. it is a tale his mother told him, that her mother and her mother before her told. being the oldest of two kittens; wolfnose was named after the giant canine creature that haunted his great-great grandmother's dreams. his brother named after the larger bird that haunted those as well. wolfnose as a kitten was abnormally large for his size; awkward in his steps and as the tales would say; he had grown into his paws by the time he was an apprentice but he never grew larger then the size he was. you see; as a rather large male feline, he would tower over some of the smaller felines; where other cats who were monstrous in size would tower over him. By the time adulthood hit this feisty guy he was just above average for a male feline and had the strength behind him to prove he had grown into a handsome fellow. His build is rather easy to explain in a few simple words; strong and broad. He's got the wider set shoulders; the heavier look to him that comes with a cat who has seen more or less the affects of many battles - however you would never guess that while the hunk of muscle is strong, he is also very graceful and is able to hunt with a rather exceptional talent. But that is enough about his looks; let us move onto what's on the inside.

personality:

the inside of a feline can be divided up to a few sectors. one of which is who he is when he is surrounded by the crowd. does his ego get out of control or does he drive to improve himself daily. wolfnose here has a certain; for better lack of words; way with a crowd. he is what you would call a crowd pleasure and has been know to on more then one occasion follow what the public wants to do; even if it goes against his own personal moral guide book. you see as much as wolfnose strives to be the male he wants to be; he is very much controlled by the undesirable lack of self-confidence. do not get me wrong; this young man will definitely flash you a toothy grin and stride with a confidence that looks every inch perfect; but beneath those carefully timed pawsteps and grin is a cat whose eyes flash in panic when he makes a decision that does not immediately provoke a positive response.  You see below the charming, brave and confident shell of the tom he is very much what one would call a runner. Sure he will stand his ground; be a stubborn mule, but given the smallest of chance to leave a conversation you will see him politely excuse himself and walk away. what many do not know is that there is a wide verity of the tom lying just below his shell. that brings us to the second sector which is just the feline he is around his friends and family. this tom is more quiet; more seclude and calm. he does not speak unless spoken to - and if he has to speak first; there is a notable difference in his tone from when he is around the crowd. he speaks in such a hush tone that he is often asked to speak up on more then one occasion. his family would say they have hushed his small huffs and puffs after a long day when something has startled him. in fact his brother would call his brother the bravest coward to walk among his feline friends. the tom despite always wanting run will stand his ground and be the wall to protect those he cares about. even his ex-flame would admit, that while the tom seemed rather clingy and attached, he was protective to the point that it could of been overbearing, but that he understood and stood down when requested to. The third sector of the feline is who he is when he is alone; and wolfnose surprisingly is the two sectors combined. many would call it crazy, but when the tom is alone - truly - he becomes the most spiritual. wolfnose would be found walking the forest in hopes of chancing a sighting of his fallen brothers and sister in the sky. he prays in his downtime - and while it's in hush tones, if one had not spied on him before they would suspect he had fallen asleep or had fallen into death with his stillness. it is because of these moments that have gained him the title of a great hunter, not the very best, but up there - because of his small moments of clarity and because he can find peace in a life-task that he is pridefully good at.

history:

darkberry and whitefoot were two loyal warriors of thunderclan. whitefoot had been moons older then his mate; and the whole arrangement had been strictly for the sole purpose to pass on their genes. but darkberry had always been a nervous little thing; great at hunting and a love for the stories and tales the elder's would share. her favourite being her great-grandmother's story of the giant black wolf and the great black cormorant. she had grown up listening to these tales and when she herself had kittens she named them after her favourite two figures in the story. her sons being wolfkit and cormorantkit. two healthy black toms with no hint of white upon their pelt like their father. whitefoot was absent mostly; his eyes and ears only turning to his kits when they were old enough to acknowledge that he was a great warrior and that he was to be respected and not called daddy. wolfkit was the first to experience his father's dislike; being a large kitten like his father had been, but with none of the grace, he was an instant disapproval that appeared on his father's face when wolfkit would come stumbling from the nursery; just after his graceful walking brother. being the shadow to the smaller tom made the larger one unaware of the touch of a loving father's eyes. he would wishfully see his mother's constant shaking of her head and watch as his brother was whisked away by their father. it was terrible; to see the small little family divided; but it was only fair - they had never really been a family to begin with. on those days that cormorantkit would leave with father; darkberry would take wolfkit out just beyond the camp's safety and sit with her son. she would tell him the stories her mother told her and so forth and on. wolfkit would sit there patiently and grin from ear to ear. his mother taught him the patience and when they were done story telling; she would show him the best hunting crouches. she forbid him for trying it until he was old enough; but he committed it to memory. after one evening; when wolfkit was sitting looking at the stars; a few days before his scheduled apprenticeship; he father found him. it wasn't hard to figure out why, whitefoot was a large cat with an even larger faith in the stars above. by this time, wolfkit was growing into his paws; but his stumbles were still there. whitefoot sat with his son for a few moments before placing a tail on the young tom's shoulder. "it has come to my attention; that you have been spending to much time with darkberry and her story telling. fables they all are. it would do you well not to believe a thing your mother speaks." 


he stopped listening to his mother's stories in favour of gaining some attention from his father; but his father never visited him on those lonely cold evenings. he could see the approval on his brother's face, but the disappointment and hurt on his mother's face etched itself into the very corner of his brain. he was apprenticed to a young female named brambleheart a few days after and he strived to prove the young warrior she had gotten the best apprentice ever. he was gaining graceful movements; and the day he felt praise from his mentor was the day he vowed to do whatever he could to feel this way again. he loved the confidence it gave him; and with each moon that past he grew and he reached full height at nine moons old. he towered over his short mentor; and as story has it. the two grew closer when darkberry, wolfpaw's mother passed away late into the night. the young she-cat had grown sadden by her kits leaving her completely; and as wolfpaw sat before his mother's body; his brother calmly sitting beside him he felt something akin to anger towards his father and towards his brother who had never knew the she-cat like he had. he sat down that night; and with the few felines who chose to remain he told them of the story his mother loved; and how that love, the description of her two favourite creatures; were standing before her. his brother had been moved to tears; a harden warrior in the making lost at what he had not gotten to experience or no. it was unbearable at times but it brought wolfpaw and cormorantpaw closer. the two brothers would train together and in those rare moments where they were not trying to show off for the women in the crowd; they would help each other. each displaying something the other did not have. wolfpaw it was patience, and cormorantpaw it was grace. the two trained and when they became warriors it was a beautiful arrangement. cormorantflight and wolfnose they were named, each for their respectable reasons; but as rumour would have it, wolfnose was named for his excellence in hunting; his brother for his agility. the two brothers remained close; and even when wolfnose and brambleheart began a relationship it would seem that things were looking up.


however; his good times came to a crashing halt when brambleheart cut ties with him. she felt that he was to clingy, to needy in his attention and love that it was almost like she couldn't breath. she instead left for another tom. heart-broken, wolfnose turned to his brother and the two with great patiences and time got the younger brother out of his funk. wolfnose returned to normal within a week of moping. his father being the key driver in the situation. it was like all those moons ago; where wolfnose sat below the opened sky mumbling under his breath to his long deceased mother. telling her of his heart break when a black form with white toes appeared before him. his father was silent and sat beside his grieving son and with a sigh; it broke the silence and wolfnose's interest was perked. "you are definitely my son, as much as you are hers. listen wolfnose, a female should never control you're life. if you can not keep your pride over this minor flesh wound, what will the clan think of you. weak, pathetic as if you were a kit; would you want her to have that to hang over your head when she's heavy with another's kits? no... good, now come along son, let us hunt." and as much as wolfnose was hurt by the words his father spoke; they hunted together, and after almost 23 moons since their first introduction, the father and son duo bonded. wolfnose woe up the next morning with a frown upon his face but as soon as he stepped from the den he was surprised by the ray of light and the feeling of being warmth. he narrowed it down to his mother approving in the only way she could and he plastered a smile upon his face when he was selected to patrol with his ex lover. the two felt the awkward tension, but wolfnose was quick to keep the chatter up with the whole group and soon it felt like old times again. they never brought back their flame, but the two became good friends, even after she did become heavy with another's kits. to this day, at thirty moons of age; wolfnose is still attempting to get in control of his life; but he's patient, he can wait to make sure it settles perfectly. 

completed // work in progress
Minteh Freshness
Edda Rose
Kuwaki

[Edda Rose]

accepted!

I love Wolfnose what a handsome fellow! His history was touching and I can't wait to see him in action.