Cat Name: goosescreech
Clan: crownclan
Rank: warrior
Gender: male
Age: 96 moons
Prompt:
many a task set forth for goosescreech during his apprenticeship included scouting out various areas or solving simple issues on his own, he preformed these well and always returned with another success to him. with these tasks being given to him, it isn't any question he has seen several areas that would otherwise be unknown entirely. one of which, he has managed to call his own for a very long time thus far. the locating of it had been a difficult one, tracking up the icey side of the mountain his clan calls home by himself with a cruel wind all the while attempting to blow him back down the several hundred feet of foot sized ledges until hitting the clan area's ridge below. his path was determined entirely by the flow of their water down the mountainside, and he stuck as close to that as he could. his ideal task was to locate the source, and there lay no obstructions along the way, as the water had lessened a significant amount in the matter of a single day.
immeditaly upon arriving to a level area atop his conquered wall of rick below, goosescreech noted the lack of winds being cast in the area, several feet of rock to one side blocking them from cutting around at their current direction. but his focus zeroed in not long after onto the pool of water warped into the rock ground, still as could be in its closed off state. the apprentice did what he did best and examined the issue, loated the main point of trouble, and solved it. he shouldered a fair sized amount of rock rubble off to the side where it would not again find itself dropped into the water, and triumphantly watched the familiar stream begin to trickle down the mountain once more. what he did not acknowledge was the silent approach of an ambush from behind, until it was too late. a rush of wings flapping and a terrible honk from his back as - of all things - a gander launched himself onto him and prodded viciously with his toes. goosescreech panicked, and bolted, fending off the actual goose long enough to begin making leaping bounds down the size of the mountain he had just ascended, beating out the water that had been granted a headstart. young as he was, the incident terrified him to the point the only thing he could manage to yell was "GOOSE!!', effectively earning himself the very distict name he carries today.
months passed by in which the very independent gosescreech refused to travel any higher along the mountain that the clan area, frightened the gander might recognize him from below and issue another attack without prompt. it became much of a joke among the clan. but the taunts did some good, as eventually goosescreech again ascended the wall of rock to examine the area with the greatest of caution on his side. the place was abandoned, the only things remaining of the geese that had claimed home there being some feathers and a large nest. what began as an attempt to prove himself greater than his fears, became the surprising finding of a place all his own. perhaps the fact that he had been so unsettled by the place for so long had added to the allure of it, but goosescreech would never tell. he spends his free days lounging in the abandoned nest, or snagging the fish that managed to climb their way upstream from the water, entirely on his own in a place he almost couldn't stand to return to, at peace. [602 words]
