Name
Hornetwing.
Age
27 moons (2 years, 3 months) old.
Gender
Genderfluid. Physically male. Uses he/him pronouns for the sake of simplicity, but generally doesn't consider his gender a personal identity.
Orientation
Gray Asexual - Panromantic.
Clan
DawnClan.
Rank
Warrior.
Appearance
Hornetwing is a tall tabby with a thick golden tinted orange pelt and faintly visible stripes swirling across his coat, white underfur and semi-almond shaped amber eyes. He might come across as mostly fur, but retains a decent amount of muscle worked up from warrior duties and only continues to grow the more he trains. He is quite the quick sprinter despite his breed being on the larger side, but proves a poor long distance runner.
Hornetwing has a dense, medium length coat that is surprisingly water repellent, though he has no real love of swimming and would rather steer clear of deep water. The longest fur can be found around the throat, creating a small ruff. He has a bushy tail and long legs. His face is angular with a rounded chin, large wide-set ears and a broad pink nose. A sizable tear can be found near the tip of the right ear and his muzzle is faintly scarred.
Personality
Quiet and rather soft-spoken. Hornetwing is almost cripplingly shy and reserved in the presence of strangers. Those within his rather small social circle know him as a more rambunctious and wacky individual however. Hornetwing is clumsy, impulsive and sometimes lacks tact, but generally has good intentions. He is a decent fighter, though he would prefer to avoid battle training, and a reluctant hunter.
Hornetwing will rarely speak up for himself, though pushing him past his limits might earn you a few passive-aggressive comments once it becomes too much for him to manage, but is fiercely protective of friends and kin to the point where his temper will flare wildly if he feels they are being treated unfairly. While he has his doubts just like anyone else, Hornetwing ’s faith in StarClan is ultimately resolute and he believes their ancestors are still watching over them even through these trying times.
Backstory
Hornetwing was born the only kit of his litter, a rarity among cats. Overall, he has a rather large family and it wasn't considered any loss by his kin who all showered him with love and attention. As he grew older it became clear to his mother Beestrike he might not be meant for the life of a warrior; shy, weaker than the other kits and abhorrent of violence to any living creature. Even prey. She considered asking her mother Goldenfur to bring him to her old housefolk to live out his life in safety and peace as a kittypet, far from the lands of the Clans.
Ultimately she left the decision up to him. Hornetwing wanted to remain with the Clan despite his lack of fitting in. He had a longer than average apprenticeship, but eventually earned his warrior name by the time he was 18 moons old. He lost his grandmother and older brother both in the same leafbare to blackcough. Not an unfamiliar tragedy for many cats.
Kin
Beestrike • Mother.
Harestripe • Father.
Otterfang • Older Half-Brother • Deceased.
Nightheart • Older Half-Sister.
Pinecloud • Older Half-Sister.
Rabbitpaw • Nephew.
Bramblekit • Niece.
Other Relationships
Open.
Theme Song
Unsteady - X Ambassadors.
Extras
Breed Inspiration: Norwegian Forest Cat.
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Name
Cloud • Mouse • Eyesore.
Shadowstar can pick a warrior name for her if he so wishes once the time comes.
Age
53 moons (4 years, 5 months) old.
Gender
Female.
Orientation
Uncertain.
Clan
DuskClan.
Rank
Warrior.
Full Appearance
Once quite a stunning cat. Her pelt was a glossy patchwork of chocolate, pale ginger and white fur, the brownish parts of her body tipped with paler fur to create an almost silvery appearance. Her eyes were a vibrant shade of blue and her nose a soft pink flecked by dark freckles. A cross between a normal domestic shorthair and a burmese, the latter heritage could be easily seen in the shape of her eyes and features of her face. Once her looks were all that she was valued for, and the other cats mocked she would only be good for breeding stock. Unlike her sister she was quite smaller, even shorter than most of the groups other she-cats with a lithe build.
She is barely recognizable as the same cat nowadays, the only hints this cat was once called Cloud and later mouse being her unusual coloration. The dog attack left her face in ruins. The right eye was gouged from the socket, the ear torn completely from her skull. Massive scarring stretches across her muzzle, a small part of her left lip missing, creating a permanent sneer that reveals a tooth and the side of her tongue. The right ear is shredded until it barely resembles an ear any longer and her entire body is covered in healed over bite marks that part the fur. Her tail is little more than a stub. Despite her horrifying appearance she has grown much stronger, her body limber and rippling with lean muscle. She has adapted to the limits of her body, making her a formidable opponent. Her single remaining eye is still just as blue and just as bright, holding an intense light.
Personality
Formally quite timid and meek, Eyesore retains little of her original personality. She spent her youth desperately trying to prove herself to everyone she knew and now considers herself to owe no cat a damn thing. Stoic and silent, attempting to engage her in conversation usually results in an emotionless stare and lack of a response. She rarely speaks, but when she does it is usually something sardonic in nature. Calculated and hardened by her past, she doesn't hesitate to become violent if any cat stands in her way or chooses to mock her. She prefers living a solo lifestyle, but has found herself curious about this newly forming Clan. Observing them from afar for now. She was surprised to find her sister mingling among them and is uncertain whether or not to reveal herself. Perhaps it would be better for Demeter if she continued to believe her gentle sister was dead. She was bound to disappoint in her current state.
Backstory
Born into a group of street cats that expected much from their members. Cloud failed every assessment she was given no matter how hard she tried, eventually renamed Mouse to shame her. In a desperate attempt to prove herself and rise through the ranks she confronted a pack of dogs. They tore her to shreds and she only lived because a passing human managed to intervene, rushing her to a vet. Many moons were spent in a blur and when she finally gained full consciousness long enough to figure out what had happened she was horrified by the damage done to her body.
Many more moons were spent recovering in the home of her rescuer, but this ultimately came to an end when her housefolk needed to move and couldn't take her with them. She was left at a shelter where she was overlooked for prettier, friendlier cats and upon overhearing the old tom in the next cage commenting cats who stayed too long went to a room and never came back, decided she welcomed death. Yet when the humans came to take her she changed her mind. clawing at their hands and managing to escape through an open window.
The next few years on the street were hard. She flinched every time a cat looked upon her with shock or disgust. Too often she was told to get out of their sight. She was hideous. Unappealing. An eyesore. At some point, shame turned into bitterness. Sorrow to anger. She grew more forceful with her presence, taking what she wanted and needed to survive even if that meant taking it from others. She remembered her training from her former Clan and kept practicing battle and hunting moves she had been taught over and over with new vigor and new determination until she got them right. She took the insult of a nickname and made it her own.
She became known on the streets to even her own colony, and they stayed away out of fear of her. At last Eyesore got the last laugh, often lurking around her former Clan's territory from time to time with the intent of terrorizing them.
Kin
Demeter/Commaclaw • Litter Sister • Played by Ser Isles.
Other Relationships
None yet.
Theme Song
Believer - Imagine Dragons.
Extras
I was attempting to describe a chocolate smoke calico. In case anyone is wondering what the hell is up with that description lol.
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