Tearwing

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t h y n a m e ;;
-- Tearwing
m o o n s ;;
-- 25 moons

s e x ;;
-- tom

a l l e g i a n c e ;;
-- Westclan

r a n k ;;
--Deputy

p o w e r ;;
-- crashing gales

l o o k s ;;
-- Holding himself in a proud manner you'll never find this cat without a straight back and a head held high. His tail seems to sway with a confident movement and his pools sparkle with knowledge. Some may call him old but she looks as if he is still around 12 moons sometimes, it all depends on the angle from which you look at him. Presents from other cats met in battle show, revealing just how old he truly is.

Graced with a normal height this tom would blend in with the crowd if everybody held the same hue of pelt. However Tearwing seems to stand out when it comes to hue. Not many bengals let alone silver bengals are seen in the forest amongst the clans. Hidden beneath the many layer of colors is a very light gray, almost a creamy white. Atop this on his body lies thick stripes of silvery gray. Continuing the layering pattern, darker gray comes in spots and thin strips seeming to shade the muscles taking cover under his pelt.

Running down his legs in dark gray are horizontal jagged lines. These lines run until his paws are reached. The soft pads on the bottom a pink/gray color which blends with the white fur of her paws themselves. Back to the top of his paws, light gray appears in small dots. Often times wrapping itself around h pisaws and suffocating them is the length tail. Wrapped in horizontal lines that darken as they reach the tip it blends with her appendages. The only white on her body comes at the very tip of his tail and is hardly visible.

Nearing his head lying across her shoulder blades are two dark distinct stripes that run in a jagged circular shape to the front of his neck. They come close to touching but the light gray separates them. These are probably the most distinct markings on his body. Like a Corporal in the army these are his shoulder pads and symbolize, quite oddly enough, a higher ranking.

Starting at the top of his head, intercepting the various phrases spoken to the tom are her two auds. The tips are a dark black that fades out as they attach themselves to his head. The insides are a light cotton candy pink. The silvery gray color swirls itself in various circles and shapes, mingling with the darker and lighter gray. Reaching his eyes the light gray circles them before black takes over. All around his eyes is a thick black lining, as if eyeliner was permanently applied. The eyes themselves are a work of art. Yellow, greens, blues and purples swirl themselves together to create a muddy pastel color that is oddly beautiful. The veins in his eyes themselves make it seem as if her orbs are compiled of shattered glass.

Looking towards his mouth an odd thing you'll notice is how the roof of his mouth and tongue are tainted a dark purple. This is uncommon in animals but certainly possible. Most say it's a sign the animal is intelligent. Contrasting themselves against the dark purple are his ivories that glitter if sun hits them. You'll find Tearwing constantly chewing on something as his chompers seem to grow fast and if he doesn't keep them down they'll grow to cause pain. The nose sitting just below his eyes holds a darker shade of pink, almost a light brown color.

And summing it up we have the scars. Ah yes, the many permanent presents and jewels given to the tom by battles and mishaps. They're a story of their own. The most noticeable scar, or rather set of scars,Tearwing carries are three long jagged lines running along his rump. The scars are from his apprentice Charmpaw. Tearwing displays them proudly showing that he taught her apprentice well. There are other scars, but they are tiny and hidden by the short fur that he has.

d i s p o s i t i o n ;;
-- Truth. It's perhaps the single most important thing in the life of the tom. The lies from her past only shaped him to be a better cat. Tearwing has shaped his world around that word truth-
1. Conformity to fact or actuality.
2. A statement proven to be or accepted as true.
3. Sincerity; integrity.
4. Fidelity to an original or standard.
5. a. Reality; actuality.
b. often Truth That which is considered to be the supreme reality and to have the ultimate meaning and value of existence.
Everything she says has truth in it and gossip isn't part of her life. Sure she might listen to it but none of it hits her in the heart. She knows most gossip isn't true and waits to find facts instead of hearing the many opinions and versions that her clan mates come up with.

Being so consumed in truth has lead him to another strong belief. Loyalty. His friends are very few seeing she doesn't accept other cats left and right. He doesn't want anybody too close for fear of them breaking him down into tiny pieces. If you're a close friend then you've impressed him with your personality and actions. He knows by now that not everybody is loyal to their friends and clan. For being so picky and cautious in his friend selections he doesn't expect to have a lover anytime soon. Even if she did Tearwing would be extremely afraid that his strict restrictions would surely cause them to have a short-term relationship. To his loyalty in a relationship would be almost no contact with other toms. I guess you could call Tearwing an up-tight cat.

But being up-tight doesn't mean that he doesn't know how to have fun. Well, ya it kind of does. Tearwing doesn't know the meaning of fun. To him fun is hunting or defending the clan. Really he needs somebody to unwind the thread he has tied in triple-knots and guarded by little people with swords. He needs somebody to show him fun and to show him that everybody isn't out in the word to tear him into pieces beyond repair. Funny thing is he knows he needs a cat to help, yet he would never ask for it. But should it be given to him on an silver platter he would accept it graciously knowing that it would be a change for the better.

When it comes to peace or war Tearwing is one for fighting. He doesn't like trying to make peace for fear that it might make Riverclan look weak. But he doesn't like the idea of cats from his clan getting hurt or maybe even killed in battles. It's a risk he's willing to take though....but only because he knows he'll punish herself and hold the guilty conscious. Now just because he'll take the blame for cats dying doesn't mean he's a scapegoat who's ready to take the blame for every little thing.

With a guilty conscious this tom knows better than to do stupid stuff that could get him in trouble. He's not stupid if anything he's quite intelligent. He seems to have an answer for every question and if he doesn't know an answer she'll say she doesn't.Tearwing doesn't try to be somebody that he's not it's a complete waste of perfectly good personality to be somebody you're not. However he'd readily accept the changes that would make her a better cat than he is now.


t h e p a s t ;;
-- Fallingmoon, a young warrior barely out of her apprenticeship...fell in love. A tom some moons older than her took her heart, sweeping her into a spinning mess...his name was Raidstep. Fallingmoon was a beautiful black she-cat who never broke the warrior code and was destined to make friends with every cat in Westclan. Raidstep was a handsome silver bengal, rowdy and quite the bad-boy he gave Westclan trouble. They were an unlikely match in Westclan's eyes yet their love was proven when Fallingmoon's belly became bulgy with kits. The clan was shocked but soon accepted it seeing that they had done nothing wrong. It was a simple matter of love and their feelings for one another.

As Fallingmoon continued to swell up Raidstep seemed to disappear for periods of time, sometimes for even a whole day. Westclan became worried and a warrior was sent to follow him. The warrior came back reporting a not so happy sighting. Raidstep had been visiting another she-cat. It didn't help when the warrior also stated the the other she-cat was a Rogue. Raidstep was chased from the clan leaving Fallingmoon's kits fatherless. The day after Raidstep was chased from clan Fallingmoon headed towards the river, she needed a break from the gossip filled clan. Within moments of reaching the river it was clear the young Queen was to have her kits here.

Thank Starclan a tom loner, with odd purple splotches on his white pelt, by the name of Trest appeared at her side to help. He knew some about herbs and their use and quickly set to work. Soon three kits lay at the side of Fallingmoon suckling happily. One stood out more than the others, it was a tom with a silver bengal pelt. The kit was originally named Fogkit however her name was quickly changed to Tearkit as Fallingmoon only shed a tear for her last kit. As the day passed the two chatted on and on finding they had much in common despite their differences. As Starclan was beginning to show their presence a Westclan patrol found the two cats and the three kits. Trest was taken back to camp with the patrol and granted a chance to become a Westclan warrior thanks to his help with Fallingmoon. He became Blazeheart, father of three kits and mate to Fallingmoon.

The days went by, the kits grew, their personalities developed. The little tom Tearkit became quite the fiery and adventurous kit. One of his brothers Basskit became the protector and her other brother Troutkit became quite the little whiner. Fallingmoon and Blazekit were constantly alert and ready for their son to spring into action with a new adventure. Most plans were foiled by them but some were unnoticed. One of these was a trip to the mighty river, that would take the life of one of the kits. As the kits made their way to the river, back at camp Fallingmoon had dozed off and Blazeheart had been called away to help reinforce one of the dens. Nobody noticed the kits disappearance till it was too late. As Basskit slipped and fell into the water Fallingmoon woke, and panicked.

A group of cats immediately ran to the river, finding Tearkit and Troutkit calling helplessly to their drowning brother. A cat dove in bring the little kit out. His sides no longer rose with each breath and his little heart did not beat to the sound of its own drum. Fallingmoon was quick to blame and turned on Tearkit yelling with his might that it was the his fault. Tearkit was hurt by his mother and tried to turn and run, however he was stopped in her tracks by a silver bengal...by the name of Raidstep. He laughed and prodded the kit with his paw, Hello son. His voice rung in Tearkit's pink ears before the group of Westclan cats chased him out.
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Tearpaw was pushed off into Apprenticeship with the knowledge that Blazeheart wasn't his real father, that a traitor to Riverclan was...and that his mother hated him. His mentor became his best friend that he confessed everything to. They trained regularly their sessions often lasting longer than needed since they would sometimes take a break and just talk. The mentor was Graybird, an aging she-cat with a motherly nature.

The lack of parenting from his stupid mother and his fake father was all too real. Tearpaw became a troubled Apprentice who was easily manipulated into many things. He took the blame for everything that he had even the smallest part in and didn't care. Graybird noticed this and tried to get Tearpaw back on the right track. Her efforts worked little by little but by helping Tearpaw the apprentice became up-tight. He never relaxed and seemed to be draining all of the fun that used to occupy her system. Tearpaw thought of himself as beyond help and planned to take his life the next day.

Standing on the edge of a cliff he looked down, a tear falling to his destination...awaiting him to join it. He couldn't bring herself to do it, yet he knew he must. His parents were not parents and his mentor had just made everything worse by helping. The only brother he cared about was dead thanks to him and the remaining brother was just a nag. He had nothing to live for, nothing...placing a paw into the empty air he prepared himself to push off. Just as he began teeth sunk themselves into his pelt and pulled him back. She landed on something soft and warm, it was another cat. The scent coming from the cat was unfamiliar. Scrambling to his paws he recognized the scent of the she-cat, Southclan...but her face was unfamiliar. He spoke three words before vanishing -- I care. Live.

The words were the kindest thing that he had ever heard. He began to chase after the she-cat just as Graybird and Troutpaw came through the brush. Graybird rushed over to Tearpaw guiding him away from the edge, Troutpaw just stood there tears running off his sleek black pelt....he cared too. The life got better from then on, though still wound tight Tearpaw now knew he had others who cared and didn't try to commit suicide anymore. As he was to receive his warrior name a bird flew down interrupting the leader, it landed on Tearpaw's and he couldn't help but smile. The leader took this as a message and granted him the name Tearwing.

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With the past behind him Tearwing cleared his slate and decided to start over. His friends wouldn't be many since he didn't trust as easily as he might of since the whole Raidstep is your father thing was found out. His past had made him a better cat and he had examples of what not to be. However he was still up-tight and had no clue how to have fun. He dropped letting others blame things on him and the thoughts of suicide. His loyalty to the clan became the strongest bond he had ever created and his brother he used to hate was her best friend for the time being.

Graybird moved into the Elder's den and Tear seemed to go and visit her every day, thanking her for all her help. Life was just life until his brother Sleektrout told her of gossip that she would be assigned an apprentice. Being 16 moons old Tearwing thought he wasn't capable of handling an apprentice at such an early age. That night at the apprentice ceremony there were three kits, the first two went to older warriors, but the third kit Charmkit was apprenticed to Tearwing. Tear was completely in shock...and was quick to admit defeat and that it was a mistake. However the leader assured him it wasn't and Tearwing started on training.

Taking the single most important thing she learned from Graybird, friendship, he quickly started to try and bond with Charmpaw. The two got along almost like a brother and sister should, like Graybird and Tearwing did and still do. Tearwing seemed to push Charmpaw just beyond her limit, challenging her to an extent. During a fighting session Charmpaw gave a surprise attack to Tearwing and raked his rump. Tearwing didn't yell at his apprentice but instead congratulated her and praised her. He displayed the three claw marks proudly saying that her apprentice had taken the challenge and passed with flying colors.

As Charmpaw became Charmdust and Tearwing aged Fallingmoon, was pronounced dead. The death had been a silent one, it looked as if the Elder was asleep. Tearwing didn't cry for his mother, but did sit vigil with Blazeheart and his brother Sleektrout. Early the next morning Blazeheart was found with deep wounds across his wrist. He had committed suicide, not being able to go on without Fallingmoon. With his so called parents dead Tearwing only had one relation in the clan, his brother. It seemed their line of blood was diminishing and Tearwing thought about the possibility of kits, but he would need a mate for that. And now was not the time he was going to be able to find one.

The thoughts of a mate and kits was quickly cut off as Tearwing reached 25 moons and the current Deputy was killed. He wanted to reach for the stars, and become the new Westclan Deputy but knew this was Rose's choice and not his. Tearwing could only show what he would bring by his actions and words. This was not hard for him to do seeing he had shaped herself to be who he wanted, and who he wanted to be was Westclan Deputy.

r p - e x a m p l e ;;
-- Flowers.....flowers. And....flowers. They were odd curious little things. Once seeds moments before, beautiful displays of colors within the blink of an eye. It was miraculous how they worked, how they survived this ring of life and death. How they survived the ways of the earth for that matter. And yet, it was not a complicated subject. It was not a touchy subject, merely one some succeeded at and some failed at. Water.Sun.Dirt.Air. That was about all the flower required, and most two-legs took them for granted and drowned, suffocated, or baked them. But here in the wild, in the territory of Dayclan...the flower thrived. By themselves for that matter. Mother nature took care of them, the elements took care of them, the animals took care of them, and they themselves equally shared the burden of taking care for themselves. But then again what creature did not take an equal part in caring for them self. One full of selfishness perhaps. But that wasn't like most, no no. There was a share of selfish people, selfish cats, selfish everything...but the world wasn't full of selfish things. If it was, nothing would be done. Our shoes wouldn't be tied when we couldn't do it ourselves, the animals wouldn't be fed, and the cats of Dayclan would not exist. See threatened by the human kind, the cats of Dayclan were on the look out....but some of the non-selfish two-legs had given up on capturing the wild cats. They did not want them anymore....they did not want Raidstar anymore.

But then again who would want Raidstar. A beautiful, cunning, and yet equally disturbing, and snobby cat. Her silver bengal bodice drawing in the eyes of on-lookers, her ego often scaring them away.When it decided to show. You see Raidstar was not full of herself, at least all the time. She was not selfish, all of the time. Rather committed to her clan, to her duty, to her role as leader if you might ask. She served the clan as the star, as the twinkling brightness that threw itself in the sky every night. Trying. Trying to outshine the rest of the stars, and the moon. But no matter what it tried, it's light was no brighter than the rest. It blended with the others to make one big light.....and it didn't stand out. You see Raidstar was not unique. She was a leader, a true leader at heart, a true leader by her actions. She was a leader like the rest of them. Leaders were stereo-typed, though nothing should be. Everything was stereo-typed in one or another's mind. In all of our minds we have stereo-typed at least one. Expecting one to be like this, or another to act like this or talk like this. Leaders were stereo-typed as courageous, strong, loyal, willing, natural born talent. Raidstar fit that description, as did the other leaders of the other clans. So some might want Raidstar...but not all did.

Being the courageous leader that she was, Raidstar needed space. Time out of the clan limits, time away from cats. Though time away from cats was easy to get....time away from the clan camp was not. Without many other cats existing in her clan, it was easy to conceal herself in her den and sleep the day away. But getting away from camp was not so easy, for the small number of cats her clan held, the other clans could easily overtake her clan...and she would be left with nothing. The fur on her back would even have chunks missing and blood staining her precious coat. So going out of the clan limits, leaving her clan vulnerable....well it was what you could call a courageous action. She was dying for something besides clan life, for a chance to explore the forever changing territory of Dayclan. The clan that she called home. The clan she called her own. The clan she belonged to and would die defending. So here she was. Easy as that she had slipped away from camp, her stilts and padded shoes carrying her to the Blooming Field. It was here that she would relax, carry out her duties of sleep, and maybe hunt for some fresh-kill. It was an easy thing to feed the clan with almost no members. So sleeping was her first priority, hunting would come next. Climbing up one of the small trees her territory held she settled herself in, letting her lids fall over her minty eyes, and her breathing slow. In all hopes, she would not be disturbed.

c o d e w o r d ;;
-- rainbow ponies

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are you inkeh?

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yesh i be ink. i changed my name to raid and then to tearwing. i keep changing my main characters xD