username: TheSongOfTheStars
name: Cinderwinds
age: 29 moons
gender: male
rank: Warrior
clan thread:
Songclanprompt:
Give them a personality. (200 words max) Then put them in a situation that cause them to to against their grain. May use one piece of art and 500 words max.
(192 words)
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Good:
Optimistic, cheerul, helpful, always has an ear to listen to another's woes, always has a should to cry on. He loves making up poetry and teaching the kits how to sing.
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Bad:
Extremely pacifistic, refuses to hunt or fight even to aid others, becomes extremely defensive and argumentative over the subject. Is very underfed and gets easily tired because of his dietary choices.
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Likes:
Being right, winning arguments, watching the sunrise, young creatures of all species, the smell of fresh herbs
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Dislikes:
Blood, death, physical fighting, being proven wrong, losing a loved one due to a violent death, being shouted at,
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Hopes:
To convince the entire clan to give up hunting and fighting and eat grubs.
To one day have a mate who loves him and shares his ideals
To have children and teach them to be gentle.
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Fears
To be forced to fight or hunt
Drawing blood from another creature
Having blood drawn from himself
That no one will love him because of the choices he's made
Being thrown out of the clan because he differs in opinions from the rest of them.
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StoryCinderwinds loved babysitting kits, but it turned his stomach to watch them stalking bugs through the grass.
Fortunately on that warm day, only the orphan Otterkit was in need of supervision and he was a particularly docile child.
In fact, the little boy had curled up in a sunny patch and had fallen asleep already.
Cinderwinds stared at him dully, feeling the heavy lull of sleep pulling on him.
He shouldn't sleep.
He'd promised Wildeyes that he'd watch Otterkit, but Otterkit wasn't doing anything and all he'd eaten that morning had been a small beatle...
"Cinderwinds!"
Jerking awake, the orange tom woke up to find Wildeyes standing over him, anger stamped on her features.
Suddenly panic slammed against his chest as he looked around and realized that the sunny day had gone to a dark evening.
And Otterkit was nowhere to be seen.
"How could you have fallen asleep?!"
As Wildeyes and Cinderwinds scoured the forest alongside the rest of the clan, the leader released an enrage tirade on the guilt-ridden warrior.
"I didn't mean too. He'd fallen asleep and I was tired and-"
"I don't want to hear it! This is unacceptable! "
Sandclaw approached them and Wildeyes turned from Cinderwinds to speak to the deupty.
As they were anxiously trying to decide the best way to organize the search, Cinderwinds noticed a small patch of flattened grass leading through the bushes.
It could've been a rabbit or a mouse.
Or a kit.
Without saying anything, Cinderwinds slipped away and followed the path into the evening.
He was about to give up after nearly an hour of tracking, thinking that Otterkit couldn't have possibly gone so far.
Then the musk of fox overwhelmed his senses.
And there was a mewl of fear.
With a surge of instinct, Cinderwinds flung himself forwards through the bushes, in front of Otterkit as the fox pounced.
With sick horror he saw his own claws dig into the fox's haunch, then whip up towards the fox's face, opening a long cut across it's face.
As half of his registered the utter disgust he felt towards himself and the blood, the other half bunched his body up defensively in front of Otterkit, who'd collapsed out of exhaustion.
No.
He couldn't fight.
No.
The blood.
No.
Death.
But as the fox growled, it's blazing eyes fixed on the helpless kit, Cinderwinds again leapt to block it, the sudden image of Otterkit limp and crushed in the bloody jaws propelling him forwards.
His paws were soaked with red now and the fox's fur was streaked and crusting.
It growled at him furiously for several seconds, then turned tail, beaten.
Gasping for breath, Cinderwinds collapsed to his belly, paralized with conflicting emotions.
Something rustled beyond the grass and Otterkit squeaked fearfully.
Ciderwinds stood, shaking, waiting for the fox to return.
Instead Wildeyes came shoving her way into veiw.
"Otterkit!"
The rest of the clan flooded around them.
Graystorm nudged the traumatized young warrior.
"You did what you had to."
