blackwhisker - thunderclan

[ronnie]

name blackwhisker
age 68 moons
gender male
clan thunderclan
rank warrior

picture blackwhisker
summary jet black tom with yellow eyes
physical description › BUILD&BODY A marvelous sight to behold, perhaps, for one who has not grown accustomed to the powerful, magnificent bodies of a true warrior, who lived fighting for their clan for a life, becomes a wary doubt in the mind of the beholder. A look at the powerful body of the large tom may make any kittypet think twice about questioning this tom's motives, or may make an intruding cat think twice about attacking, if they were isolated from the rest. The tom looks all powerful, his body well muscled and balanced, and that, according to the minds of all peers, is the way to tell evil from good. However, that is not true in this case, for although the tom looks as though he could crush killing blows, and many lames, you can never judge a cat by their size, whether being small and delicate make you a healer, or strong and toned make you a warrior; it is not for any to judge except, perhaps, from StarClan themselves. For no matter what the power of the warrior, one thing makes them all far more domesticated than they wish to believe, and that is their faith and loyalty to StarClan; because there is nothing to judge from size and strength alone.

To truly get an idea of this tom's nature, then one would have to look far beyond what the judging eye may see, to something located deep inside the tom, resting between two tissue systems. But this is not to be described in such a section. For a judger, they may see the muscle as power and skills to subdue a subject, or, weight, that makes the tom slower and less likely to land rapid, jabbing blows. His strength may allow him to burst, with terrifying energy, through a bush tangled thick enough that said ForestClan cat would think twice about going through, or springing up a tree using the strength as balance. His size, well above average, makes him tower over many other cats who do not share his size, but overall, he isn't the biggest cat around. Though his wide face may appear to be a frown, and his broad shoulders make him bigger than ever, and all the power of a warrior running through his veins, the submissive, almost compassionate way in which he carries himself around, unless challenged of course, seem to reassure others that he is no immediate threat. Perhaps he isn't.

› FUR COLOUR&LENGTH Black? Is there another way to explain it? There is no other fur colour on this tom's lush, beautiful pelt. It is shiny, glossy, and just plain black. There's no pattern, no spots, no tabby markings, no calico, just nothing but black! Some black coats turn brown in sunlight, but oddly enough, his is just dark enough that is won't turn. Perhaps it's because of his OCD grooming tactics that make it impossible for him to go anywhere when his pelt isn't perfectly shiny, that makes it so the sun can only reflect off of the surface. Or, it's just because this particular shade of black, doesn't have a second face. Whatever the reason, though the tom prefers to mention his good grooming as the main reason, that's just how it happens. Perhaps his black fur may add to his evil looks, because some associate black with ShadeClan, and ShadeClan with evil, hate, and pain. Others associate it with the dark forest, or our version of hell, for it is the darkest colour and apparently creates a warrior of the darkest thoughts and desires, of being untrustworthy and treacherous and cruel. Perhaps this dark appearance turns away from paranoid kittypets to go back to their housefolk.

Unfortunately for a tom perhaps already done by injustice to his size, his fur is thick and of medium length, making him look even larger than he truly is. His head, so wide, is pronounced even more powerful by the thick, coarse black fur that fans about his muzzle. The fur by his paws shrouds his paw pads and claws, hiding them partially from view even when they are out as far as the claws can go. His long tail is perhaps the limb most effected by such long fur, and it is fluffy and thick, almost like a fox's tail is described by the patrols and elders whom are warning the younger cats to stay away from such a creature. Even three cats against a single fox have a strong possibility of being chased off, wounded, or killed by the beast. Blackwhisker looks like shadow, in a way, such as how he moves, and the fur colour just adds to that perception. Some say he would make a better looking cat for ShadeClan if they were to judge all cats by how they look, but his burly strength contradicts that judgement to land within ForestClan, his true home.

› EYES&SCARS&ETC Blackwhisker has wonderfully golden eyes, blended with just the slightest sliver of green that add to his good looks. His eyes are perhaps the only part of his body that contradict what is known to be his 'evil' looks. So warm and tender, compassionate and distant, he seems to be the stereotypical ForestClan tom, but more feelings lie deeper inside that may contradict such a statement. Despite what his eyes show, there is much more to this tom than what is immediately seen. They may see what he wants them to see, but although he thinks he is great at covering up his own thoughts, he isn't as amazing as he expects. Sometimes there manages a tiny flaw to be seen, a hint of rage, of hate, of disgust or bitter resentment that flow, much hidden, so powerfully through the tom's body that it is next to impossible as to why the feelings are never seen from the outside. They say eyes hold the gateway in to everything; perhaps they do, and perhaps they don't; only time can tell how long he can keep his thoughts a secret.

As a senior warrior, he is bound to have scars that are mostly hidden by his pelt. Just a single scar on his muzzle shows of a difficult battle, in which his maw had been grabbed by an enemy claw and ripped open in a single flick. However, the scratch had healed, only enough to be partially obscured by his jet black fur. If you look hard enough you may just see it for what it is, not just a glare of the sun. The normal shoulder scar mark this tom but are invisible, as well as some along his back, legs, and even a bite to his tail tip. These are not instantly noticed, however, and unless you pull apart the fur to look for them, you will never know they exist. Blackwhisker knows, for this is his body and he remembers every fight in which he got every particular scar. That's the way of a warrior. In addition to everything else on the tom, from his large size, to his black fur, golden eyes, and scars, it is true that the only colours, aside from what lie inside and within his eyes, are black. Even his nose, his paw pads, are the same jet black colour as seen on the entire of him. Therefore, his name of Black, suits him well.

personal description › ON THE OUTSIDE Cool, calm, collect. This is a tom of many powerful words, of many different senses of the word 'empathy'. Within his own clan, he rarely looses his temper to a clan mate, rarely flips a lid when trying to talk to them and them not listening. He always tries to keep a calm face on, trying to do his best job as being one of ForestClan noble warriors. He tries a bit too hard sometimes, and some other cats may see him as incompetent, as he rarely punishes his warriors and apprentices when they do something wrong. Even if they break the warrior code. He seems to feel as though he can connect to them and make sure they understand what they did and how to change it; he doesn't think punishment is a fair way to teach them a lesson. They are his clan mates and he wants to be respected, not feared. He is so troubled by harming a clan mate, physically, mentally, or emotionally, that at times he has trouble just trying to teach them right from wrong. Somewhere along the way, however, like all cats, he does have his breaking point.

To other clans and cats not of ForestClan, it is like he has a multiple personality. The tom does not see eye to eye from any cat but a ForestClan cat, and can feel a smug, superior taunting emotion inside of him when meeting. At gatherings and times of peace, he keeps his cool and is able to treat them with respect, but at any other time, there is no reasoning with the tom's biased cruelty. Blackwhisker does not like any other cats within his clan's territory for any reason other than "help" or an annual trip to him for a fair talk. However, at any other time, for any reason, he is apt to attack them without a single word shared. When it comes to defending his clan, he isn't much for small talk. He loyalty to the warrior code should not be doubted, for it is because of the warrior code that he defends his clan so fiercely. "Cats should not trespass or hunt on another clan's territory". Perhaps that is the law that guides him the strongest, for teaching them a lesson is the first thing he'll do. If they wish to be fools, then they shall be treated like fools. Blackwhisker is very proud of his clan, therefore.

› ALL ON THE INSIDE You'd almost think this a different tom. On the inside, he bottles up all those feelings that he fails to show to his clan mates, and even other clan cats at times, that is just pent up inside of him like a caged animal trying to fight it's way to freedom. His temper is kept in the back of his mind as a reminder of what he can do; if he let it out he fears hurting a clan mate, or worse, killing another cat. Over everything, he wants nothing more than to be a great warrior, but he doesn't want to be great in the way that he is remembered for his evil deeds, killing cats and hurting those form his own clan all because of his incompetence in resisting his temper. Therefore, he can become overstressed easily, and gets strained to a point beyond where he can contain self control; he is more likely to harm someone in these stages of his rage than he is in any other. However, his anger isn't all that bad, or serious. In many cases it has saved his life, for it has kept him fighting when he may have fallen, kept him going when he wanted to stop, and now, he uses it to protect his clan. Like a fire, he says. He will protect his clan with his anger as a shield of fire, burning away all enemies.

His devotion to his clan may be a bit fanatical to the point that he doesn't have a 'personal life' away from his life as the clan warrior. But despite all this, he does have a sense of humour, if not, a dry one, and does let it come out sometimes. He is capable of making jokes and laughing at them, but most of his jokes can insult others. He isn't good of making jokes just for the laughs, so there has to be some kind of personal attack within the joke. Usually he aims them towards the other clans. Of course his clan mates all love them. He can feel a bit pressured to keep his clan mates calm, and struggled to do so as he resists the temptation to go start a war with the clan threatening his, and tries very hard not to lose it completely. He sometimes feels as though he is failing the clan and letting his devotion slide away, as though the clan is a snake slithering through his claws. At other times he feels as though he has complete control and respect, and feels like he is the most powerful cat in the forest. But he doesn't want power. All he wants is security and peace and self clan joy.

history › KIT Now let's go back a few generations to the time before Blackwhisker was even born. Every story has a beginning, but even that beginning can come earlier than expected. His mother and father were young warriors at the time they fell in love, but it wasn't the normal love story. As kits and apprentices the two cats utterly despised each other, unable to be within the same area for very long without an argument suddenly shooting back and forth. They were constantly fighting, constantly spitting insults to and about each other. The other cats could hardly stand their constant babbling and tried to separate them most of the time. Around the time they became warriors, at about 19 moons, they both began to calm down towards each other. Nightfur was able to look at her without feeling distasteful, and Ravenheart couldn't come up with a mean thing to say to him any longer. As the cats got used to each other's presence, and slowly began to like each other, they became aware of different feelings that they had not expected to arouse. At 24 moons, to the cats fell in love. It took a long time, and by the time the she-cat found out she was pregnant with her first litter of kits, she was 30 moons. Two kits were born to her first litter, one named Blackkit for his jet black pelt, and the other, Pebblekit, for her black and white pattern. Blackwhisker's story truly begins.

As a kit, he was the average one. Inexperienced, conceited, playful, and ignorant. He had such an innocent expression about him, never taking any responsibility for any of his actions nor realizing that he should. Whatever the warriors preached about, he didn't mind it. He never really understood what 'be responsible' meant, so he never asked because he felt that would get him in to trouble. He was a bit shy at first, unable to even look at the leader without getting flustered or self-conscious, thinking the cat was some special god and was apparently super amazing. However, that was probably an expression shared by all the kits, for not even his curious litter mate dared venture too close to the leader. The cats were practically five moons old before they actually dared to greet the tom. That was about the time they saw what a kind hearted cat he was, and how he wasn't such a scary creature that they had dreamed. He was just a cat, they had realized, and as soon as Blackkit spoke to him, he became his idol. He wanted to be Blackstar, leader of ForestClan, the follower of Breezestar! He didn't realize that in order to become leader the current leader had to either die or retired; at that time, he thought cats could live forever!

› APPRENTICE At six moons the tom could barely contain his excitement. He was going to be an apprentice! He would be able to venture out in to the forest, and greet all these new scents and smells and amazing sights. His mentor wasn't the best of cats, however, and didn't really value his apprentice's excitement. On his first day he had to clean out the elder's den. He was sullen for the remainder of the day, and jealous of his sister whom had been given an empathetic mentor who brought her out to go hunt on her first day. He didn't like to be teased, and got extremely agitated when the older warriors stopped to ask him what he was doing, and then walk off with that amused twitch of their whiskers. He vowed to show them one day; he'd lead them all and then no one would ever tease him! His first gathering wasn't what he had been expecting at all. All the other cats were so much bigger than he was, and he felt rather intimidated by all of them. He tried to ignore them, but as more and more warriors walked up to him to try and learn some of his clan's secrets, he got frustrated with it all. He hated how all the other clans expected him to be so stupid that he would just tell them how to waltz in to camp unnoticed? Feeling mocked by the other clans, he felt resentful of them and soon began to hate them all for what they were. Fools.

His training was going along well, aside from cleaning the dens and gathering moss and all the boring jobs. Although he was a poor hunter, only able to catch squirrels easily and spring from tree to tree like one, his fighting skills were wonderful. His size and strength allowed him to be quite a powerful hunter, and he fought with little fear compared to some of the other warriors. He thought he was invincible, the dream of an experienced apprentice. His first battle was a wake up call. ShadeClan had invaded to try and take the land by the Ancient Oak, and he was on the battle patrol sent to subdue them. Although they won the land, Blackpaw's battle was very fierce. He felt good at first, chasing away an apprentice with only a tiny scratch on his nose for a wound. Then he fought a warrior, but he needed help to win that battle and therefore felt as though he had done something wrong, lost the fight, in a way of words. Another warrior joined the fray, and although he got a good blow on the cat's side, the warrior ripped a deep gash on his muzzle, ripping open the wound that would forever lay in memoriam as to the battle that taught him to be cautious. After he had healed, he was named a warrior.

› WARRIOR Blackwhisker was given his name for his thoughtfulness, because he always thought about things thoroughly before doing it, and after the battle, learned to think about the consequences of fighting before he just jumped right in. Now, he was a warrior! He was excited because no longer did he have to follow in suit behind his dumb mentor who always seemed to under estimate him; now, he could be his own mentor. He picked up habits from his clan mates, and soon became a different personality than they. He learned compassion from the medicine cat, empathy from his own heart, kindness from his sister; all of his emotions learned from another cat except for those that he was first aware of. Many lose empathy growing up, as things get tough, and at a young age it is very easy to forgot how everything else feels in almost the direct sense of hurt and confusion as yourself. Blackwhisker has no reason to lose these feelings; so far, aside from suspected troubles, his life was going perfect. His parents were getting old, however, and his mother especially was becoming frail. But these weren't the thoughts going through his mind.

He had an apprentice now. At 30 moons, the warrior was getting quite experienced, and finally Breezestar had entrusted him with his very own apprentice! He liked his apprentice and taught her as best as he could, determined not to be boring and downright depressing as his own mentor was. He wanted to teach his apprentice to be the best warrior in the world! He realized she was a better hunter than fighter, and he knew his pathetic hunting skills would not help her become talented at what he knew he was not. Therefore, he brought her out with his sister, who was the hunter of the two, and together they taught little Specklepaw how to be an amazing hunter. He tried to teach her how to fight, but being the opposite of himself, she wasn't very good at it. But, she was good enough to become a warrior, and after 10 moons of training, she became Specklefur. It was several moons later, when he reached 40 moons when he realized his mother was dying. He was shocked, how could he have not have noticed? He had been so busy caring for himself and his apprentice that he hadn't even looked at what was so close to him. He stayed with her for her last few days, comforting her, telling himself that she was make it through this, that she would survive. He continued to tell himself this, in his head.