Post by looney on May 26, 2013 23:27:53 GMT -5
DEWSTEP -- WINDCLAN
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PERSONALITY:Dewstep always says that he would die for his Clan, and acts as if he has any say-so over what happens with the clan. Which is next to nothing, considering he's only twelve moons old, one of the youngest warriors in WindClan. Of course even though other cats don't think he's as young as he is, considering his size, and he takes that to his full advantage. Dewstep is the type to take anything to his advantage, actually. He would never betray a clan member to get where he wants to be, he's not that ambitious, but when it comes to things like being able to have a discussion with some of the Senior Warriors, or be able to talk to his leader, he'll take it. The ambitious cat would love to be leader one day, and will try his hardest to prove himself every step of the way.
When Dewstep isn't trying to get where he wants to be, he can actually be a fairly sweet cat. One that's great to befriend, considering he will always have some cat's back whenever they need it. Whether it be in battle and they're getting overwhelmed, or if they just are going through something in general; he'll be there, helping them out in any way he can. But there's also a bad side in that equation. When Dewstep gets mad, and I mean really mad, it turns into an uncontrollable blind rage. So during battles or border skirmishes, it's hard for him to stop his battle once one of the fighting cats has really made him mad. He blacks out and doesn't recover until everything that's happening has stopped, or until somebody he actually knows has to pull him out of it physically. Thankfully, it takes a lot to put him into such a rage that it comes to that, so it's not like everything that makes him mad makes him go crazy and start slashing at everything he sees.
HISTORY:One late leafbare day, a rogue by the name of Scar padded through WindClan's territory. He could be considered a handsome cat. A very large blue cat with the yellowest of eyes. The only thing that set him off was the large scar the ran from his cheek bone, down the back of his neck, and long his side, ending close to the base of his tail. On the very same day, a WindClan Warrior was padding through the territory by the name of Goldenflower. She was by herself, having left the camp on her own to hunt in the late dusk. As soon as they crossed paths, they just knew. They loved each other, and that was that.
Every night for three moons they met up, and in early greenleaf, Goldenflower found out that she would be kitting, and that Scar was going to be the father. Of course, she couldn't tell any cat that who the father was, and no cat asked, either. As a new Queen every cat respected her enough not to ask, but Goldenflower wasn't happy. She wanted her mate to be in her clan, so that way she could see him all throughout the process, and him be there when she kitted, and be there as the kits grew up. But of course that couldn't happen, and Goldenflower knew it. Only after being a moon pregnant, Goldenflower told Scar they couldn't see each other again. Scar couldn't be in WindClan, and Goldenflower couldn't be a rogue. She needed her clan, and wasn't about to give it up, even if it was her true love.
A moon later, Goldenflower gave birth to three healthy kits. It was an unfortunate time for her to be having her kits, being as all the clans were on their way to their new home. It would be okay though, because Goldenflower had a feeling there wasn't much left to go on their journey. The biggest out of the litter was a big blue tom, Dewkit. He looked exactly like Scar, and it hurt Goldenflower's, but at the same time, it made her love the tom even more. The other two kits, she-cats, weren't as big, and both of them were tortoiseshell, just like their mother. The smallest one of the litter, Swankit, didn't last long. Only a moon into her life she died, the journey being too rough on her lithe body. It hurt Goldenflower, but she got over it. She knew she needed to take care of the other two kits, Dewkit and Honeykit.
Dewkit grew up steadily, growing up at an astonishing rate. Him and his sister, Honeykit, were growing closer and closer, and closer to their apprenticship they became inseparable. Even though Honeykit wasn't the smallest of the three kits that had been born, she was still very small and fragile looking, so Dewkit tried to protect her as much as he could. Finally, they were given their apprentice names.
Their apprenticeships went by nicely, and when it was time for their final assessment, both Dewpaw and Honeypaw were awarded their warrior names. He is now Dewstep of WindClan.
REASON FOR NAME: Dew, for his watery-blue coat, and step for his very strong legs.
