Post by Mango ஐ Aspenflame on Nov 30, 2014 16:51:06 GMT -5
ACORNSTAR
the clan i must lead is fashioned by my creed
but can they trust me?
NAME ORIGIN
Acornstar got his name from his coat, which reminded his mother of acorns.
The suffix, -star, comes from his ascended role of leadership of his new clan.
but can they trust me?
NAME ORIGIN
Acornstar got his name from his coat, which reminded his mother of acorns.
The suffix, -star, comes from his ascended role of leadership of his new clan.
AGE
46 moons*
*3 years, 10 months
*3 years, 10 months
GENDER
Male / Tom
PERSONALITY
Acornstar, is, how can we put it... stoic. A calm and collected leader, he is rather reserved and withdrawn, not to take action unless direly so. In fact, he can be quite timid, and isn't very adept to talking to others, a tendency to accidentally give a cold stare to a cat, then stumble and come off as somewhat loud the next moment. Even so, he has a knowledge of relationships, and is able to fix a problem whenever it arises. He also has a vast intellect of war strategy, and can easily turn the tables whenever StarClan doesn't seem to be in their favor.
Slow and steady is the virtue, and patience is the key to a great harvest. Though he will take action when necessary, Acornstar allows a generous time for a task to be completed, and even so, he will take any situation that comes across his path and solve it relatively swiftly.
Even as he holds all these traits, Acornstar still lacks confidence in himself, and fears the worst of his clans from his actions. A bit too careful, he wishes not to let his clan succumb to destruction, and takes any fault as another straw that might, one day, break the camels back.
Slow and steady is the virtue, and patience is the key to a great harvest. Though he will take action when necessary, Acornstar allows a generous time for a task to be completed, and even so, he will take any situation that comes across his path and solve it relatively swiftly.
Even as he holds all these traits, Acornstar still lacks confidence in himself, and fears the worst of his clans from his actions. A bit too careful, he wishes not to let his clan succumb to destruction, and takes any fault as another straw that might, one day, break the camels back.
Positive Traits: tactful, strategic, patient
Neutral Traits: stoic, quiet, responds quickly
Negative Traits: timid, awkward, lacks confidence
SKILLS
Acornstar is a powerful cat, and is rather famous for being able to overpower any cat he may come across. Rather so, as quiet as he may be, he is a loud and clumsy hunter, and isn't really the best when coming onto hunting patrols. For the same reason, Acornstar isn't the best at executing a sneak attack, and usually isn't part of them if in the strategy. Even so, he sacrifices sneaking for quick feet and reflexes. He is an adequate climber, though not the fastest.
+ Phenomenal fighter
+ Quick-footed and fast reflexes
= Adequate climber
- Poor at hiding
- Horrifyingly clumsy hunter
+ Phenomenal fighter
+ Quick-footed and fast reflexes
= Adequate climber
- Poor at hiding
- Horrifyingly clumsy hunter
APPEARANCE
Acornstar, at first glance, is a large, towering, cold-looking cat. However, with his strong build and somewhat short coat, he will be willing to soften up a bit. Though his ears seems to be perked almost all the time, and yellow eyes wide and alert, his tail sways relaxed and invitingly, and his movements fluid and graceful. Unless he's running. Then it looks jagged.
His eyes are a yellow color, and usually drawn to slits or round circles (depending on the situation). He has a dark brown flecked tabby coat, with a chest of chestnut color (haha, get it?) and warm accents to his fur. There are few spots of white on him, though only on his muzzle and paws.
HISTORY
His eyes are a yellow color, and usually drawn to slits or round circles (depending on the situation). He has a dark brown flecked tabby coat, with a chest of chestnut color (haha, get it?) and warm accents to his fur. There are few spots of white on him, though only on his muzzle and paws.
HISTORY
kithood | | 0 to 6 moons
Acorn wasn't the strongest kit in the litter.
Born to a lovely shecat and a nameless tom, he was raised in a litter of a hefty seven. His brothers and sisters always fought for their spot for milk, but Acorn wasn't really one to tussle. He always waited until they finished, or if he was luckily close, he might get some. This wasn't the best strategy, however, as Acorn would have to feed later in the day. His father took it as a sign of weakness.
"Why doesn't Acorn truly fight for the one thing that keeps him alive, Fern?" he muttered angrily to his mate, as three moons had passed. "That behavior will only get him killed." The queen, however, looked to her kits affectionately.
"You don't know how kits will be. Some are late bloomers."
And so, his father was set on training Acorn to carry on his strength, at such a young age. The kit was obedient, and obeyed most of his commands, but even so, he was as flimsy as grass, bending to the wind and allowing it to breeze him through. His father was disgusted. Was there no getting through to this kitten?
Acorn wasn't the strongest kit in the litter.
Born to a lovely shecat and a nameless tom, he was raised in a litter of a hefty seven. His brothers and sisters always fought for their spot for milk, but Acorn wasn't really one to tussle. He always waited until they finished, or if he was luckily close, he might get some. This wasn't the best strategy, however, as Acorn would have to feed later in the day. His father took it as a sign of weakness.
"Why doesn't Acorn truly fight for the one thing that keeps him alive, Fern?" he muttered angrily to his mate, as three moons had passed. "That behavior will only get him killed." The queen, however, looked to her kits affectionately.
"You don't know how kits will be. Some are late bloomers."
And so, his father was set on training Acorn to carry on his strength, at such a young age. The kit was obedient, and obeyed most of his commands, but even so, he was as flimsy as grass, bending to the wind and allowing it to breeze him through. His father was disgusted. Was there no getting through to this kitten?
youth | | 6 to 12 moons
His father was a champion among cats. He was a malleable scrap of fur.
Acorn was unacceptable.
The tom wanted that kit to see the light of day, to fight for glory and honor, and have cats bow to him; not the other way around. Such a strange kit he was to him, obeying the most absurd commands, instead of standing up for himself. And those eyes, wide, round, and unnaturally open, watching him, as if he weren't the one being hunted, but at the same time, afraid. What was he trying to pull?
Soon, after many moons of training away from his littermates, at 11 moons, Acorn had to make one decision and make him proud.
"If you are my son, then strike me down in cold blood. Show no mercy."
Acorn, undoubtedly, denied this. "Why kill my mentor?" he inquired, only tilting his head. His father, however, seethed with fury.
"If you're going utilize what you've learned, then use it! If you will not kill a cat, then kill me!" he hissed, wanting him to finally see his potential. Acorn denied it again. "There is no purpose to kill someone I can learn more from."
Turning, angered, the rogue flashed his tail in fury.
"You are not my son."
His father was a champion among cats. He was a malleable scrap of fur.
Acorn was unacceptable.
The tom wanted that kit to see the light of day, to fight for glory and honor, and have cats bow to him; not the other way around. Such a strange kit he was to him, obeying the most absurd commands, instead of standing up for himself. And those eyes, wide, round, and unnaturally open, watching him, as if he weren't the one being hunted, but at the same time, afraid. What was he trying to pull?
Soon, after many moons of training away from his littermates, at 11 moons, Acorn had to make one decision and make him proud.
"If you are my son, then strike me down in cold blood. Show no mercy."
Acorn, undoubtedly, denied this. "Why kill my mentor?" he inquired, only tilting his head. His father, however, seethed with fury.
"If you're going utilize what you've learned, then use it! If you will not kill a cat, then kill me!" he hissed, wanting him to finally see his potential. Acorn denied it again. "There is no purpose to kill someone I can learn more from."
Turning, angered, the rogue flashed his tail in fury.
"You are not my son."
adolescence | | 12 to 30 moons
Acorn did not change much after that outburst, however. He bid farewell to his mother, left his family, and using the skills he learned, was able to thrive in the forest, and gain the trust of other cats. The young tom was quiet, but was enjoyable to be around, and provided attack for other cats struggling to survive, as well as a spot in the warm and sheltered rowan grove he was rumored to have carved out by himself. In turn, helping paws helped the clumsy fighter get fresh-kill, and provide him company and loyalty he never experienced.
When he grew to be around 20 moons of age, rumors of war and conflict spread. Not wanting to enter into the war, Acorn was willing to protect his friends and allies, but obviously with his reputation, rogues weren't allowing that. Cats often attempted to take his and his allies' food, and Acorn had to often only wound them before they ran-- others, however, were willing to die at his paws.
The tomcat never wished them ill-fortune, but this went on for far too long. Acorn did not wish to injure cats any longer, but it was barely a choice to be made. This when he was starting to look for a light of hope-- and the kit stories of fabled Clans of old started arising. Acorn was instantly hooked on these 'fables', wanting to know as much about it as possible. It wasn't long before the tom actually started sparing lives just to hear if the rogues and loners had any information to spare about them.
Upon hearing about this strange tom, a ginger shecat who had been rumored to have clan blood decided to pay him a visit. Quietly slipping to the rowan grove, she requested the presence of Acorn, and upon hearing this, the cats who pleaded loyalty to him watched her carefully and called back Acorn from his disastrous attempts at hunting.
Acorn was enthralled by all the stories she was able to share, and enchanted by the kindness and courtesy of the stranger, whom he soon learned to be named Pawpaw. Wanting her to not be on the run constantly, he offered to let her live in the rowan grove. She accepted, but only on terms where her siblings could be let in. They were welcomed with open arms.
However, such popularity among cats was sure to attract unwanted attention. His rogue father, powerful and remorseful, did not believe such a kit could grow into a bigger legend than he. Easily threatening his way to the rowan grove Acorn called home, his father threatened to kill him if he did not cease his way of life. Again, he refused to his father.
"Living in a pack will only hinder your chances of survival," he warned his son, claws unsheathed and fangs bared, "Retreat from these cats who will betray you once you make a mistake, or die by the claw that should have finished you the moment you were born!"
"No," Acorn quietly retaliated once again, "We are not a scroungey pack of dogs who will just slobber over each other for food. We are a family." Nervously glancing back to the group behind him, he took a step back, ignoring the words in the back of his head, and instead the new ones bubbling of hope and folklore. "We are a clan."
His father scoffed. "Such 'family' is nonexistent, and the clans a kits tale. Follow your true family, your father, and you will be permitted to live, and let them live."
Quietly approaching his father, claws unsheathing and twisting the ground, he stared into his eyes with defiance. "You disowned me, and want to separate me again. I have nothing to learn from you now. You are not my father."
His clan suddenly turned on the rogue, and he was quickly struck down by his own claws. Triumphant, his group disposed of his body and settled down to fresh-kill. Acorn, however, could not help but feel that this was merely the beginning. Could they fall to betrayal?
Acorn did not change much after that outburst, however. He bid farewell to his mother, left his family, and using the skills he learned, was able to thrive in the forest, and gain the trust of other cats. The young tom was quiet, but was enjoyable to be around, and provided attack for other cats struggling to survive, as well as a spot in the warm and sheltered rowan grove he was rumored to have carved out by himself. In turn, helping paws helped the clumsy fighter get fresh-kill, and provide him company and loyalty he never experienced.
When he grew to be around 20 moons of age, rumors of war and conflict spread. Not wanting to enter into the war, Acorn was willing to protect his friends and allies, but obviously with his reputation, rogues weren't allowing that. Cats often attempted to take his and his allies' food, and Acorn had to often only wound them before they ran-- others, however, were willing to die at his paws.
The tomcat never wished them ill-fortune, but this went on for far too long. Acorn did not wish to injure cats any longer, but it was barely a choice to be made. This when he was starting to look for a light of hope-- and the kit stories of fabled Clans of old started arising. Acorn was instantly hooked on these 'fables', wanting to know as much about it as possible. It wasn't long before the tom actually started sparing lives just to hear if the rogues and loners had any information to spare about them.
Upon hearing about this strange tom, a ginger shecat who had been rumored to have clan blood decided to pay him a visit. Quietly slipping to the rowan grove, she requested the presence of Acorn, and upon hearing this, the cats who pleaded loyalty to him watched her carefully and called back Acorn from his disastrous attempts at hunting.
Acorn was enthralled by all the stories she was able to share, and enchanted by the kindness and courtesy of the stranger, whom he soon learned to be named Pawpaw. Wanting her to not be on the run constantly, he offered to let her live in the rowan grove. She accepted, but only on terms where her siblings could be let in. They were welcomed with open arms.
However, such popularity among cats was sure to attract unwanted attention. His rogue father, powerful and remorseful, did not believe such a kit could grow into a bigger legend than he. Easily threatening his way to the rowan grove Acorn called home, his father threatened to kill him if he did not cease his way of life. Again, he refused to his father.
"Living in a pack will only hinder your chances of survival," he warned his son, claws unsheathed and fangs bared, "Retreat from these cats who will betray you once you make a mistake, or die by the claw that should have finished you the moment you were born!"
"No," Acorn quietly retaliated once again, "We are not a scroungey pack of dogs who will just slobber over each other for food. We are a family." Nervously glancing back to the group behind him, he took a step back, ignoring the words in the back of his head, and instead the new ones bubbling of hope and folklore. "We are a clan."
His father scoffed. "Such 'family' is nonexistent, and the clans a kits tale. Follow your true family, your father, and you will be permitted to live, and let them live."
Quietly approaching his father, claws unsheathing and twisting the ground, he stared into his eyes with defiance. "You disowned me, and want to separate me again. I have nothing to learn from you now. You are not my father."
His clan suddenly turned on the rogue, and he was quickly struck down by his own claws. Triumphant, his group disposed of his body and settled down to fresh-kill. Acorn, however, could not help but feel that this was merely the beginning. Could they fall to betrayal?
adulthood | | 30 to 50 moons
After the death of the nameless rogue that gave birth to Acorn, Pawpaw and Acorn (who was now 30 moons at the time) became mates. She gave birth to three healthy kits; two toms and a shecat. Acorn was very happy, and cared for his kittens dearly. However, his fear for his group to fall apart and kill each other was growing more and more. He always listened to the tales of the Clans that his mate spoke of, and often wondered what could be if the forest worked in likeness of those tales. This went on for 6 moons as his kits grew, and Acorn was becoming increasingly paranoid and fearful.
One night, Acorn found himself in a constructed camp of many cats, who seemed to be working together. Many queens nursed their kits, and formidable cats nurtured young cats, as well as bringing in fresh-kill. A young cat assembled strange plants and ferns into piles, and overseeing them all was a war-scarred cat, with the friendliest and welcoming gaze and smile that he had ever seen. Acorn was suddenly nudged on his shoulder, and when he turned, he saw a faded ginger tom with a pelt of Silverpelt looking at him.
"You have heard the many tales of the clans that once governed the forest in peace. Hard times are coming upon this forest, and you must be ready." Touching his nose, Acorn felt a shiver down his spine, but at the same time felt excitement and eagerness. "Come partake of your ceremony, Acorn. It is time for you to be a part of these legends. After this night, you are to be Acornstar, of Acornclan."
Awaking in a cold sweat, Acornstar oversaw the cats sleeping in the rowan grove, and his mate and kits. Nudging Pawpaw, the tom was anxious but excited to be ready to declare his wondrous dream, and glorious news.
"My friends, my family, no longer shall we identify as a band of loners, or a pack of rogues, but from now on, from the legends of the fabled Clans, and the vision of the mystic StarClan themselves, we are to be Acornclan!"
From then on, Acornstar was able to set up and govern the clan that he had always dreamed of. Though three other clans sprang up, most was uneventful but much more peaceful. However, Acornstar couldn't help but feel something was wrong. Would peace stay forever?
end at 46 moons
to be continued
After the death of the nameless rogue that gave birth to Acorn, Pawpaw and Acorn (who was now 30 moons at the time) became mates. She gave birth to three healthy kits; two toms and a shecat. Acorn was very happy, and cared for his kittens dearly. However, his fear for his group to fall apart and kill each other was growing more and more. He always listened to the tales of the Clans that his mate spoke of, and often wondered what could be if the forest worked in likeness of those tales. This went on for 6 moons as his kits grew, and Acorn was becoming increasingly paranoid and fearful.
One night, Acorn found himself in a constructed camp of many cats, who seemed to be working together. Many queens nursed their kits, and formidable cats nurtured young cats, as well as bringing in fresh-kill. A young cat assembled strange plants and ferns into piles, and overseeing them all was a war-scarred cat, with the friendliest and welcoming gaze and smile that he had ever seen. Acorn was suddenly nudged on his shoulder, and when he turned, he saw a faded ginger tom with a pelt of Silverpelt looking at him.
"You have heard the many tales of the clans that once governed the forest in peace. Hard times are coming upon this forest, and you must be ready." Touching his nose, Acorn felt a shiver down his spine, but at the same time felt excitement and eagerness. "Come partake of your ceremony, Acorn. It is time for you to be a part of these legends. After this night, you are to be Acornstar, of Acornclan."
Awaking in a cold sweat, Acornstar oversaw the cats sleeping in the rowan grove, and his mate and kits. Nudging Pawpaw, the tom was anxious but excited to be ready to declare his wondrous dream, and glorious news.
"My friends, my family, no longer shall we identify as a band of loners, or a pack of rogues, but from now on, from the legends of the fabled Clans, and the vision of the mystic StarClan themselves, we are to be Acornclan!"
From then on, Acornstar was able to set up and govern the clan that he had always dreamed of. Though three other clans sprang up, most was uneventful but much more peaceful. However, Acornstar couldn't help but feel something was wrong. Would peace stay forever?
end at 46 moons
to be continued
seniority | | 50 and beyond
to be continued
OTHER
'ayyyyy izza mango 'ere
Anyways, I was unsure if this was restricted to medicine cats, but would it be alright if Acornstar was somewhat close-ish to StarClan? Like, is able to try to talk to them in dreams whenever necessary? idk i just wanna know
Also, I might put some of his brothers and sisters up for adoption.
pawpawpaw
cornstarch
cornstarch and maizerunner of cornclan
Acornstar x Pawpawflower
Maizerunner (m, eldest)
Beechspring (f)
Oatbriar (m, youngest)
'ayyyyy izza mango 'ere
Anyways, I was unsure if this was restricted to medicine cats, but would it be alright if Acornstar was somewhat close-ish to StarClan? Like, is able to try to talk to them in dreams whenever necessary? idk i just wanna know
Also, I might put some of his brothers and sisters up for adoption.
pawpawpaw
cornstarch
cornstarch and maizerunner of cornclan
Acornstar x Pawpawflower
Maizerunner (m, eldest)
Beechspring (f)
Oatbriar (m, youngest)
I miss u soe much too! ;ww;