Minkwhisker
Oct 17, 2013 20:29:14 GMT -6
Post by thestoneofdoom on Oct 17, 2013 20:29:14 GMT -6
((I don't have an image yet, will get one soon.))
Minkwhisker
Previously:Minkkit, Minkpaw
Future: Clawface after getting scarred heavily through many battles and eventually border patrol being ambushed and then with the final scar and helping his clanmates win over the ambush after an apprentice got reinforcements, his leader will give him said name as an honor to his many battles, but also to comment on how much his face has changed.
"Minkwhisker, a brown cat with darker brown stripes and yellow eyes."
NAME EXPLANATION:
Prefix: Mink- was given due to his brown fur, as most Minks vary in brown colors, his mother thought it suited him well.
Suffix: -whisker was given due to his excellence in hunting. While he was alright with most other skills, he shined greatly in hunting and was given -whisker as his suffix.
AGE:
Minkwhisker is currently 36 moons / 3 years old, still in his prime!
RANK:
Minkwhisker would be your average Warrior. Not young but not old.
EXTENDED APPEARANCE:Minkwhisker's appearance and markings are very similar to that of a Bengal cat. However, this is only in colors and facial structure. He is otherwise the size of an average house-cat.
PERSONALITY:Mink is more or less a calm cat but with a distinct snobby way of acting towards his Clanmates. This ‘distinct’ way is more or less the literal lifting of the nose and/or head to look down on those he is not close too. He will most of the time lift his tail and flick it at those whom he particularly fond of.
FAMILY:
Prepare for a looong Family tree! Minkwhisker has a litter before and after his own.
[Father's side]
Foxfur, Mink's grandfather, is a dark ginger tom with green eyes who was of nothing special, but a loyal warrior who served his time. Now retired, he awaits to see his mate again soon. Foxfur, however, still wishes he could fight alongside his children and grandchildren.
Hailfur is Mink's Grandmother, she was a silvery-gray she-cat with blue eyes who happened to perish in battle in her senior warrior days. She was a strong cat with no special skills or did she ever stand-out, but she was a good warrior in her serving time.
Darkfoot was a all-black tom with amber eyes. He is Minkwhisker's eldest and only-living Uncle. Darkfoot is a very gentle and sweet tom, named for his excellence in speed.
Lightpaw, a pale-gold tabby tom, was Mink's youngest uncle, he never made it to warrior year's due to greencough. He was a fiesty, hyper young warrior who had constant moodswings, a good prospective for -storm.
[Mother's Side]
Suntail, a gold tabby tom with a keen skill for climbing. When he was alive, cats told stories of him chasing off many intruders and keeping the clan safe. He was apparently once held highly as a senior warrior before passing from age. Minkwhisker thinks his grandfather was a great tom, and hopes the day will never come when or if he is ever proved wrong.
Iceclaw, Mink's Grandmother, was a silvery-gray cat who happened to be deaf in one ear. Despite her disability, she showed good abilities in fighting and kept her clan as safe as possible. Unfortunately her desire to prove herself created her demise as she ultimately failed to protect her last litter, and herself, from a fox when she went off on her own to show the kit's outside the camp.
Chickenstorm, a calico she-cat, Mink's aunt, is a very fiesty and ever-changing cat. She is very unliked within her clan and even Mink doesn't appreciate her grumpy company.
Crowtail, Mink's father, an all-black cat with brown eyes who took to climbing as easily as his father-in-law did. Now, as an older warrior, Crowtail can be rather moody, feeling as though he is being pressured to prove himself still worthy of being one of the strongest warriors in the clan, despite the feeling of aching bones.
Pebblestripe is Mink's mother and is a gray-tabby cat with yellow eyes. Pebblestripe happens to be a very snobby, ill-mannered she-cat, yet somehow a grand mother to her litters.
Litter 1:
Foxclaw, a ginger, yellow-eyed she-cat with an exceptional skill for fighting.
Sunfur, a pale-gold tom with orange eyes.
Cherryflower, a dark ginger tom who happens to absolutely love kits more than anything else.
Litter 2:
Minkwhisker, a brown cat with darker brown stripes and yellow eyes who excels in hunting.
Whitefoot, a all-white, green-eyed she-cat who happens to be quick on her feet.
Thistlefur, a tabby tom with yellow eyes.
Litter 3:
Mousenose a small tabby she-cat with a white chest and yellow eyes who is great at tracking.
Rookfang, a black tom with a white spot under his chin/on his throat. He has brown eyes.He focused on his battle training during apprenticeship and was given -claw for his burst of skill in that area.
Ashfur, a dark gray tabby with amber eyes.
Wasppelt, a gold tabby she-cat with orange eyes.
[After her third litter with Crowtail, Pebblestripe split up with him and both cats began having kits with other cats.]
Pebblestripe x Redtail, a dark ginger tom.
Litter 1:
Oakfur, a tabby tom with amber eyes.
Shadowkit, an all-black she-kit who never opened her eyes and died of birth defect, her lungs not having developed correctly.
Litter 2:
Daisynose, a pale-gold tabby tom with green eyes with a keen sense of smell.
Sandpaw, a tan-colored she-cat with amber eyes, held back for disobeying his mentor about attacking another clan's border patrol.
Magpiekit, a black and white tom with brown eyes. Magpiekit happens to have a broken leg that healed badly, making him late to training or not at all.
Crowtail x Lionclaw, a golden tabby she-cat.
Litter 1:
Stoneheart, a dark gray tom with amber eyes who happens to work well with others when it comes to reasoning and discussing important matters.
Horsestep, a tall, yellow-eyed brown tom who walks rather clumsily, as though he is stomping.
Litter 2:
Slugpaw, a black she-cat with amber eyes.
Acornpaw, a brown tom with amber eyes.
[Minkwhisker has had about 2 litters himself with 2 different she-cats.]
Minkwhisker x Wolftail, a gray she-cat.
Heronfur, a gray she-cat with brown eyes.
Weaseltail, a brown tom with a white chest and amber eyes.
Minkwhisker x Moonfur, a silver tabby she-cat.
Birchpaw, a flecked-gray tom with gold eyes.
Mosquitopaw, a brown-gray she-cat who is smaller than the average cat.
END CURRENT FAMILY LINE OF HOLY-CRAP TOO MANY CATS.
HISTORY:
Minkkit was born in mid newleaf, right as the weather got to be warm and cozy. With two other siblings to huddle up too, Minkkit was a rather happy little kitten. As a typical kit, he played and played and played before running off to listen to the elder's stories, or more specifically either of his grandfather's stories. The most traumatic thing in his kittenhood was losing his mother's father, which he can barely remember now.
As he became Minkpaw, his mentor, Briartail showed him the many ways of the Warrior, from hunting to fighting to caring for his clanmates. Surprisingly, Minkpaw didn't mind caring for the elder's and queen's beddings, especially when he got to see his family. Being rather family-oriented, Minkpaw's snobbiness only developed as he got older and more prideful in his skills, more specifically his hunting skills. As he got farther into his training, he began to notice he brought much more fresh-kill than his siblings, other apprentices and some younger or older warriors. Feeling pride swell in his chest, apparently the swelling never went down as he became a warrior.
Given the suffix -whisker for his noticeable skill in hunting, although he would have fit -storm as well for his moodiness, Minkwhisker became a rather prideful cat, often seen as hateful to some but to his close friends and family, a very caring cat who just didn't show it very well.
Having yet to have his own apprentice, he looks forward to training one soon.
CBOX NAME: Thestoneofdoom or Stone.
HOW YOU FOUND US:(Ailuronymy.tumblr.com)
OTHER CHARACTERS: No others YET.
RP SAMPLE:
"Hey, Minkwhisker, get your paws going already. You'll be late for dawn patrol."The rough voice of his father, Crowtail, made the younger, brown tom blink sleep from his eyes. Having curled up tightly during the cold night of leafbare, Minkwhisker was not looking forward to hurling himself out of the den and dashing off into the cold snow. With a grunt, Minkwhisker heaved himself to his paws, as he knew better than to ignore his father, let alone disobey the black tom.
As he stepped out of the den, stretching each leg in turn at every step, he let out a heavy sigh and glanced for a possible breakfast. A lump of annoyance fell onto his belly as he noticed the pile was obliterated into nothingness. An even heavier sigh broke his silence and a stern yowl from the camp entrance made him flinch. Ruffling his fur against the wind, Minkwhisker dashed off to join his father and clanmates.
As the sun slowly rose to the middle of the sky, Minkwhisker had become rather exhausted during the patrol, feeling the cold digging into his paw-pads and his fur buffeted by the chilly wind. As they padded towards the camp entrance, the idea of grabbing some fresh-kill and nestling into a nice, warm mossy nest surrounded by his clanmates made him quicken his pace.
As they entered the camp, a loud mewling sound broke through the camp's cold silence and his heart quickened as the medicine cat, Swanfur, broke through the nursery entrance with a huge purr, "Two kits!"The white tom yowled, making his clanmates shift their heads, rumble comments and purr praises to Minkwhisker as he dashed towards the nursery, pausing to stare wide-eyed at Swanfur,"When did she start kitting?!"He gasped, taken aback from his mate's sudden and successful kitting. Swanfur purred,"About the same time you left!"He mrrowed with laughter as the brown tom scrambled into the nursery to gaze down at his kits, a gray tom-kit and a small, brown she-kit. "Well? Satisfied?"The snapping tone of his gray mate made Minkwhisker flinch, her anger made him taken aback at first, until her amber eyes softened. Purring softly, Minkwhisker nudged her affectionately, "Wolftail, there is no words as to how happy I am."He mewed quietly, looking back down at his precious bundles.
Sundown and Minkwhisker was still beaming with joy at his mate's sudden kitting, his tail wriggling with excitement as he wriggled into the Warrior's den, having visited them one last time after hunting, he felt completely satisfied yet too excited to sleep as he curled into his nest, closing his eyes tightly. Not even aware of it, sleep overcame him quickly, and his dreams were filled with his family, old and young, dashing through all the clan's lands at Starclan speed.
Minkwhisker
Previously:Minkkit, Minkpaw
Future: Clawface after getting scarred heavily through many battles and eventually border patrol being ambushed and then with the final scar and helping his clanmates win over the ambush after an apprentice got reinforcements, his leader will give him said name as an honor to his many battles, but also to comment on how much his face has changed.
"Minkwhisker, a brown cat with darker brown stripes and yellow eyes."
NAME EXPLANATION:
Prefix: Mink- was given due to his brown fur, as most Minks vary in brown colors, his mother thought it suited him well.
Suffix: -whisker was given due to his excellence in hunting. While he was alright with most other skills, he shined greatly in hunting and was given -whisker as his suffix.
AGE:
Minkwhisker is currently 36 moons / 3 years old, still in his prime!
RANK:
Minkwhisker would be your average Warrior. Not young but not old.
EXTENDED APPEARANCE:Minkwhisker's appearance and markings are very similar to that of a Bengal cat. However, this is only in colors and facial structure. He is otherwise the size of an average house-cat.
PERSONALITY:Mink is more or less a calm cat but with a distinct snobby way of acting towards his Clanmates. This ‘distinct’ way is more or less the literal lifting of the nose and/or head to look down on those he is not close too. He will most of the time lift his tail and flick it at those whom he particularly fond of.
FAMILY:
Prepare for a looong Family tree! Minkwhisker has a litter before and after his own.
[Father's side]
Foxfur, Mink's grandfather, is a dark ginger tom with green eyes who was of nothing special, but a loyal warrior who served his time. Now retired, he awaits to see his mate again soon. Foxfur, however, still wishes he could fight alongside his children and grandchildren.
Hailfur is Mink's Grandmother, she was a silvery-gray she-cat with blue eyes who happened to perish in battle in her senior warrior days. She was a strong cat with no special skills or did she ever stand-out, but she was a good warrior in her serving time.
Darkfoot was a all-black tom with amber eyes. He is Minkwhisker's eldest and only-living Uncle. Darkfoot is a very gentle and sweet tom, named for his excellence in speed.
Lightpaw, a pale-gold tabby tom, was Mink's youngest uncle, he never made it to warrior year's due to greencough. He was a fiesty, hyper young warrior who had constant moodswings, a good prospective for -storm.
[Mother's Side]
Suntail, a gold tabby tom with a keen skill for climbing. When he was alive, cats told stories of him chasing off many intruders and keeping the clan safe. He was apparently once held highly as a senior warrior before passing from age. Minkwhisker thinks his grandfather was a great tom, and hopes the day will never come when or if he is ever proved wrong.
Iceclaw, Mink's Grandmother, was a silvery-gray cat who happened to be deaf in one ear. Despite her disability, she showed good abilities in fighting and kept her clan as safe as possible. Unfortunately her desire to prove herself created her demise as she ultimately failed to protect her last litter, and herself, from a fox when she went off on her own to show the kit's outside the camp.
Chickenstorm, a calico she-cat, Mink's aunt, is a very fiesty and ever-changing cat. She is very unliked within her clan and even Mink doesn't appreciate her grumpy company.
Crowtail, Mink's father, an all-black cat with brown eyes who took to climbing as easily as his father-in-law did. Now, as an older warrior, Crowtail can be rather moody, feeling as though he is being pressured to prove himself still worthy of being one of the strongest warriors in the clan, despite the feeling of aching bones.
Pebblestripe is Mink's mother and is a gray-tabby cat with yellow eyes. Pebblestripe happens to be a very snobby, ill-mannered she-cat, yet somehow a grand mother to her litters.
Litter 1:
Foxclaw, a ginger, yellow-eyed she-cat with an exceptional skill for fighting.
Sunfur, a pale-gold tom with orange eyes.
Cherryflower, a dark ginger tom who happens to absolutely love kits more than anything else.
Litter 2:
Minkwhisker, a brown cat with darker brown stripes and yellow eyes who excels in hunting.
Whitefoot, a all-white, green-eyed she-cat who happens to be quick on her feet.
Thistlefur, a tabby tom with yellow eyes.
Litter 3:
Mousenose a small tabby she-cat with a white chest and yellow eyes who is great at tracking.
Rookfang, a black tom with a white spot under his chin/on his throat. He has brown eyes.He focused on his battle training during apprenticeship and was given -claw for his burst of skill in that area.
Ashfur, a dark gray tabby with amber eyes.
Wasppelt, a gold tabby she-cat with orange eyes.
[After her third litter with Crowtail, Pebblestripe split up with him and both cats began having kits with other cats.]
Pebblestripe x Redtail, a dark ginger tom.
Litter 1:
Oakfur, a tabby tom with amber eyes.
Shadowkit, an all-black she-kit who never opened her eyes and died of birth defect, her lungs not having developed correctly.
Litter 2:
Daisynose, a pale-gold tabby tom with green eyes with a keen sense of smell.
Sandpaw, a tan-colored she-cat with amber eyes, held back for disobeying his mentor about attacking another clan's border patrol.
Magpiekit, a black and white tom with brown eyes. Magpiekit happens to have a broken leg that healed badly, making him late to training or not at all.
Crowtail x Lionclaw, a golden tabby she-cat.
Litter 1:
Stoneheart, a dark gray tom with amber eyes who happens to work well with others when it comes to reasoning and discussing important matters.
Horsestep, a tall, yellow-eyed brown tom who walks rather clumsily, as though he is stomping.
Litter 2:
Slugpaw, a black she-cat with amber eyes.
Acornpaw, a brown tom with amber eyes.
[Minkwhisker has had about 2 litters himself with 2 different she-cats.]
Minkwhisker x Wolftail, a gray she-cat.
Heronfur, a gray she-cat with brown eyes.
Weaseltail, a brown tom with a white chest and amber eyes.
Minkwhisker x Moonfur, a silver tabby she-cat.
Birchpaw, a flecked-gray tom with gold eyes.
Mosquitopaw, a brown-gray she-cat who is smaller than the average cat.
END CURRENT FAMILY LINE OF HOLY-CRAP TOO MANY CATS.
HISTORY:
Minkkit was born in mid newleaf, right as the weather got to be warm and cozy. With two other siblings to huddle up too, Minkkit was a rather happy little kitten. As a typical kit, he played and played and played before running off to listen to the elder's stories, or more specifically either of his grandfather's stories. The most traumatic thing in his kittenhood was losing his mother's father, which he can barely remember now.
As he became Minkpaw, his mentor, Briartail showed him the many ways of the Warrior, from hunting to fighting to caring for his clanmates. Surprisingly, Minkpaw didn't mind caring for the elder's and queen's beddings, especially when he got to see his family. Being rather family-oriented, Minkpaw's snobbiness only developed as he got older and more prideful in his skills, more specifically his hunting skills. As he got farther into his training, he began to notice he brought much more fresh-kill than his siblings, other apprentices and some younger or older warriors. Feeling pride swell in his chest, apparently the swelling never went down as he became a warrior.
Given the suffix -whisker for his noticeable skill in hunting, although he would have fit -storm as well for his moodiness, Minkwhisker became a rather prideful cat, often seen as hateful to some but to his close friends and family, a very caring cat who just didn't show it very well.
Having yet to have his own apprentice, he looks forward to training one soon.
CBOX NAME: Thestoneofdoom or Stone.
HOW YOU FOUND US:(Ailuronymy.tumblr.com)
OTHER CHARACTERS: No others YET.
RP SAMPLE:
"Hey, Minkwhisker, get your paws going already. You'll be late for dawn patrol."The rough voice of his father, Crowtail, made the younger, brown tom blink sleep from his eyes. Having curled up tightly during the cold night of leafbare, Minkwhisker was not looking forward to hurling himself out of the den and dashing off into the cold snow. With a grunt, Minkwhisker heaved himself to his paws, as he knew better than to ignore his father, let alone disobey the black tom.
As he stepped out of the den, stretching each leg in turn at every step, he let out a heavy sigh and glanced for a possible breakfast. A lump of annoyance fell onto his belly as he noticed the pile was obliterated into nothingness. An even heavier sigh broke his silence and a stern yowl from the camp entrance made him flinch. Ruffling his fur against the wind, Minkwhisker dashed off to join his father and clanmates.
As the sun slowly rose to the middle of the sky, Minkwhisker had become rather exhausted during the patrol, feeling the cold digging into his paw-pads and his fur buffeted by the chilly wind. As they padded towards the camp entrance, the idea of grabbing some fresh-kill and nestling into a nice, warm mossy nest surrounded by his clanmates made him quicken his pace.
As they entered the camp, a loud mewling sound broke through the camp's cold silence and his heart quickened as the medicine cat, Swanfur, broke through the nursery entrance with a huge purr, "Two kits!"The white tom yowled, making his clanmates shift their heads, rumble comments and purr praises to Minkwhisker as he dashed towards the nursery, pausing to stare wide-eyed at Swanfur,"When did she start kitting?!"He gasped, taken aback from his mate's sudden and successful kitting. Swanfur purred,"About the same time you left!"He mrrowed with laughter as the brown tom scrambled into the nursery to gaze down at his kits, a gray tom-kit and a small, brown she-kit. "Well? Satisfied?"The snapping tone of his gray mate made Minkwhisker flinch, her anger made him taken aback at first, until her amber eyes softened. Purring softly, Minkwhisker nudged her affectionately, "Wolftail, there is no words as to how happy I am."He mewed quietly, looking back down at his precious bundles.
Sundown and Minkwhisker was still beaming with joy at his mate's sudden kitting, his tail wriggling with excitement as he wriggled into the Warrior's den, having visited them one last time after hunting, he felt completely satisfied yet too excited to sleep as he curled into his nest, closing his eyes tightly. Not even aware of it, sleep overcame him quickly, and his dreams were filled with his family, old and young, dashing through all the clan's lands at Starclan speed.
