Post by mystic on Oct 11, 2010 21:55:46 GMT -5
Name Flintwhisker
Age: 15 moons
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice: Wanted
Love Interest: None, though partners are common.
Currently a sometimes lover to Nightwhipser
Kin:
Mother: Lonecomet
Father: Scree
Siblings: none
Other
Shadefall- Uncle
Muddlepelt- Aunt (by mateship to his uncle)
Sara- Paternal Grandmother
Flint- Paternal Grandfather
Crimsonstorm- Maternal Grandfather
Greyfox- Maternal Grandmmother
Treepaw- Cousin
Volepaw- Cousin
Sharpwit- Cousin
Screekit - Son
Bristlekit- Daughter
Description:
Flintwhisker is a large and extremely handsome tom. He has long fur that covers his powerfully built body. Most of his fur is white, however his topcoat is silver tabby, his long fur making it look more like he has patches of silver, as opposed to a classic tabby coat. He has bright blue eyes, that are made more intense by the thick black markings around them.
He has a powerful build, unlike many WindClan cats. However his rippling muscles are hidden under his thick coat. His handsome looks, often attract the attention of she-cats and many toms. He has a long tail that is covered in thick fur, giving it a banner like appearance. He often carries it up in the air, giving a clear indication of where he is.
Flintwhisker has a quick way of walking, his steps are fleet and sure. His combination of speed and size make him more than a match for any rabbit or hare that he hunts down on the moors. His bulk also makes him an exceptional warrior.
Personality:
There are four things that Flintwhisker loves in life. One is a good battle, another is a good yarn. The third is a nice fat rabbit for dinner and the fourth is a pretty she-cat to share dinner and a tale with.
Flintwhisker lives with a gusto for life. The intimidating warrior is a skilled fighter and able to take down most cats. This is partially owing to his bulk and partially owing to his skill. In combat he tends to throw himself into a situation without really thinking about it. This has led him to trouble in the past, quite often in fact.
Outside of battle he is less impulsive, especially in the field of love. Flintwhisker loves she-cats. Not in a perverted way, but he genuinely loves them. He finds the whole female gender captivating, with each flower that is a she-cat unique and glorious in her own right. Each move she-cats make is a work of art. He generally views she-cats as something equal or even better than himself. He often finds himself forming strong friendships with females as opposed to toms. He's never the sort you'll find chatting with the boys, preferring instead to spend his time with some pretty young lady. Toms are just too rough to be around.
She-cats love being around him. Not only is he handsome, he's a great conversationalist, a free spirit and a complete gentleman. He sees himself as an inspiration to all she-cats. He does his best to encourage them to be strong, tough and sensual. He is proud that his friendship often changes she-cats, helping them pull themselves out of a bad relationship.
He's a best friend to she-cats, and loves to give them high self esteem. Every she-cat is beautiful, from the sweet untainted innocence of a kit to the regal glory of an elder. He's also not shy about telling a female just how lovely she is. It's not that he's trying to get with them, no he truly believes that they are lovely. He generally understands women and he knows that they love to take care of him due to his sweet nature.
Flintwhisker has commitment issues. He's not the sort of tom who can just settle down and start raising a family. Being tied to a routine would kill him. Sometimes even clan life gets to much, and he looks out over the moors wondering what lays beyond. This wanderlust that often takes him comes from his loner father. Sometimes he'll set out and walk all over the moors, maybe even spending a day or two away from camp just to clear his head. The stars above him and the open ground under his paws fill him with such joy.
Flintwhisker is usually a gentleman towards all cats, except in battle of course, however if he ever saw another tom hurt a she-cat he would become a different cat. He views she-cats as something wonderful and sacred, something to be valued and taken care of. To see someone else debase and use that is the most disgusting thing he can think of.
All in all he is an Officer and a Gentleman, if not a complete flirt.
History:
Flintwhisker's history begins several moons ago when a wandering loner called Scree stole the heart of a young clan cat called Lonecomet. She had met him when he was wandering on the borders of Wildclan and the wilds. He proved himself to be a gentlecat and a romantic. Needless to say it only took a few meetings for Lonecomet to get stars in her eyes. The two began a whirlwind romance that Lonecomet did her best to hide from the clan, however in time she ended up pregnant with Scree's offspring. Upon hearing this Scree, being a considering it was the right, chose to join the clan to help raise his children. He slowly adjusted to clan life, but was never truly happy and it was clear that he was only staying to help look after Lonecomet while she was a queen. Finally a single tom kit was born, he had his father's silvery coat, but his mother's long fur and white markings. He was named Flintkit, at Scree's request, after his paternal grandfather.
Flintkit grew up quickly, there wasn't much to his kithood. He spent most of his time with Sharpkit, his female cousin who was the same age as him. As a result he grew up preferring the company of females. He never really got into trouble as a kit, though he did spend most of his time charming the older she-cats with his gentlemanly behaviour. Many an elder made comments about how well behaved he was. This was largely due in part to the fact that he idolized his father and wanted to be just like him.
When he was six moons old, this sweet little charmer was made an apprentice. He sat there, chest puffed out and coat groomed perfectly as he was give the name Flintpaw and assigned to a pitch black she-cat named Nightwhisper. The black cat had taken a shine to Flintpaw and had requested to train him. Nightwhisper was a strong, sensual and flirtatious she-cat and helped form Flintpaw's opinion of how she-cats could be. In the early days of their training, their relationship was as it should be between mentor and apprentice. However slowly Flintpaw began to mature, and see his mentor for who she was. A strong, sensual woman who knew about pleasure and reveled in it. Eventually he managed to convince her to teach him those ways. And since he was 12 moons old, and almost a warrior, she agreed.
He remained an apprentice until he was about 13 and a half moons at which time he was made into a warrior. He was sad to not have an excuse to be around Nightwhisper anymore, but happy to be a warrior at last. He was given the name Flintwhisker, honouring his senstive ad gentlemanly nature. Like any new warrior he sat vigil the whole night, with only the moon and stars to keep him company. The morning after his vigil his father approached him and told him that he couldn't stay in the clan anymore. The open road was calling, and Scree by very nature was a wanderer. He offered Flintwhisker the chance to go with him, but the young tom felt it was his duty to stay with the clan. The two parted ways, but Flintwhisker was sad to see his father go.
A few days after he was made a warrior Nightwhisper moved into the Nursery, and told him that the resulting kits were his. She also told him that she could handle this on her own, but promised to name one of the kits Screekit, after its grandfather. She also broke off the relationship, telling him that a handsome young tom like him shouldn't be tied down. He agreed, but is still close friends with Nightwhisper, and sometimes her lover. They're just not an item.
For the past few moons he has been living as a normal clan cat. hunting, and patrolling. There was the occasional border skirmish however other than that his life has been pretty normal up to now. There is the fact, however, that his former mentor has given birth to his kits. Of course, she was a bit of a loose she-cat.
