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name. β sagestar. [throat]]
gender. β tom - cat.
age. β eighty one moons.
rank. β hazeclan leader. [7/9]
desired rank. β content.
sexuality. β demisexual.
mate. β none.
love interest. β none.
kin. β eglantinenose & timbermask.
positive traits. β xx
negative traits. β xx.
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sagestar's demeanor now betrays the carefree nature of his youth. as any cat with such responsibilityβ or such age- learns to do, sagestar collects himself behind a sort of mask he seldom takes off, almost as fixed as the dark fur shrouding his face. he wears the face of a cat with all the answers: a cat whose wisdom guarantees that his clan would never have to worry, and never be directionless. and while his experience has assuredly molded him into a sensible leader, he often finds himself feeling a magnitude of anxiety and stress reminiscent of his first days as deputy, when he realized he no longer carried a responsibility to hazeclan but a responsibility to every single cat in hazeclan.
through the moons sagestar has, however, maintained his calmness. it is extremely rare to hear him yowling if not for diplomatic purposes, and he outwardly presents as reasonable and levelheaded as he can. when a problem arises, he is the type to corner himself or take a long walk and think thoroughly before mentioning anything to his clanmates, even his deputy and medicine cat. when he looks among his clan's faces, he sees glimpses of the family and friends he couldn't save from time or coincidence. and that drives him to do whatever he can to guarantee their survival, or better yet, their eminence.when eglantinenose and timbermask had their first litter, they thought for a moment they had suffered the casualty of a stillborn. sagekit was so quiet, so undisturbed, as though he had not just barreled through the most jarring experience life had to offer, but after some nudging he began squirming; not to cry for help, but to drag himself to eglantinenose's belly and curl up against her warmth.
he carried this calm demeanor through kithood, always the one to mediate in petty arguments, beggingβ though never with too much desperation- all parties to recognize the common goal. "see, the POINT of moss-ball is that neither side has it that long. that's why it's fun to begin with!..." immediately after his litter's apprentice ceremony, eglantinenose licked his cheek and purred, "look at the apprentice my son has become. what will come next for him?"
sagepaw ambled, with this same calmness, through his apprenticehood. sometimes he would attend training, sometimes he wouldn't; and while timbermask, a peaceful tom himself, did not express blatant disapproval, sagepaw knew it was embarrassing when all four of his littermates were promoted to warriors three moons earlier than him. embarrassing to timbermask, anyway- it did not change sagepaw's behavior, nor his performance, which was above average even withstanding his sparing attendance.
in his spare time- which he found a lot of as a skipping apprentice- he snuck into the elders' den, loving both the stories he was about to hear and the feeling of seeing their eyes light up- or darken- at the sight of a young cat eager to listen to them. in their stories, he found more lessons than his mentor had ever taught him. he heard tales of defense against vicious predators, heard tales of all the ailments which ripped through the clan season by season, heard tales of what the elders' elders had told them about what their elders had said of the founder of hazeclan. with these stories in the back of his mind, sagepaw matured into a warrior who was sharp in more ways than one.
in his youth, sagethroat, named for his loud voiceβ which would prove to be extremely beneficial when calling clan meetings later, though he had no aspiration of being leader at the time- was an above average hunter, perhaps average fighter. despite the warnings the elders had given him in their stories, he saw little need to hone a skill that would be seldom, if at all, used. the clans were peaceful.
but he forgot that nature is not peaceful. the same way it was written into his nature to kill fish and birds and whatever else could feed his clan, it was written into the nature of his clan's predators to do the same for their kin.
his sisterβ who was his spitting image, except her eyes were an icy blue rather than amber like his, lost her life to a snake right in front of him while the two were on patrol. as the one closest to her, he immediately leapt at the snakeβ but it was too quick, or was he just not anticipating the enemy's move like he should have been?- and his face slammed into the ground. a fellow patrol member managed to kill the snake by the time sagethroat had jumped back to his paws. but they were at the edge of the territory, and so much shock had overtaken berrymask's small body, that it was a lost case from the beginning.
after her death, sagethroat spent less time with the elders who somewhat raised him and more time by himself, training relentlessly with only one thought on his mind: he would never let another of his kin, or clan, die uselessly like that again. over moons and moons, as he became a stronger fighter and hunter, he grew distant with the rest of his family. he wasn't even told directly when his frail old mother was moved to the medicine den for her final days. he heard it from a denmate. but as distant as she was, she still touched noses with him and licked his cheek proudly, managing one last: "look at the warrior my son has become. what will come next for him?"
shortly after his mother's death, another of his siblings' bodies was found at the base of the jagged rocks. many moons later, his father passed to starclan as well from old age. and within the next forty moons, his two remaining siblings were gone too. and he was able to protect none of them from their fates, early or appropriate as they were. he had failed them.
while up until now he had always been proactive in his own way for the clan- quietly volunteering for patrols whenever he could, or sniffing out bird nests to return to later while on patrol- he realized he had withdrawn so much of himself from fear that he would fail. and even so, he had failed. so came the realization that holding back from experiencing the present moment was worse than living in the moment and making mistakes- nay, witnessing accidents. so he allowed himself to be a little less reserved, a little more social. he had already watched what felt like a generation's worth pass before his eyes: who knew when the next snake would strike?
sagethroat let out the mediating aspect of his personality, finding joy in settling disputes between clanmates. he was no longer quiet and calm about his service to the clan- he stepped up proudly, taking on tasks or heading patrols more and more often as the moons passed. after about twenty moons, while the leader was on their last life, the residing deputy died and an emergency deputy was appointed: sagethroat, "if for no other reason than his loud mouth," the leader teased.
within a moon, the leader lost their last life, and sagethroat became sagestar.
when he made his first communication to starclan, sagestar remembers feeling comfort in the transitory darkness as a loving voice cooed: "look at the leader my son has become. what will come next for him?"ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββROBERT BURNS
"Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm."ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ βΉ [ β ] βΊ
βname. β olivestalk.
βgender. β she β cat.
βage. β twentyβfive moons.
βrank. β hazeclan warrior.
βdesired rank. β senior warrior.
βsexuality. β bisexual.
βmate. β none.
βlove interest. β none.
βkin. β mossthorn & badgerpatch
βpositive traits. β fiercely loyal, quick-witted,
βdeeply caring, compassionate.
βnegative traits. β snarky, pessimistic
βeasily irritable, eruptive.
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olivestalk's only redeeming quality may be her proficiency in hunting. she carries the bitterness and accompanying pessimism of a nagging elder in the body of a sleek young warrior. she is straightforward, but not with the intention of being constructive: with the intention of being brutal. why prolong the inevitable? her ungrateful attitude, snarky comments, and standoffishness combine to create an unpleasant companion.
but sometimes her compassion shines through in unconventional ways. if she notices the moss getting dry in the elder's den, she screams at an apprentice to fetch fresh moss and for starclan's sake, why haven't you already taken care of this you useless mouse-wit? she plucks feathers off of brightly colored birds with her teeth to 'accidentally drop' by the nursery' so the less popular kits have a chance to play with the mossball while the others investigate their new toy. olivestalk finds however that she perpetuates her grouchy reputation purposefully, somewhat relieved to keep cats at a tail's distance. so her 'good deeds' are, if she can help it, never recognized as such.olivekit was born to a she-cat who was deeply in love with olivekit's father. mossthorn and badgerpatch, relatively old at the time, made excellent nurturing parents for their little litter of three kits. from afar olivekit watched her siblings, ____ an ____ (havent come up w names yet lol), make fast friends with the other kits in the nursery, and maintain those relationships through the older kits' transition to apprenticehood. she never had the same luck with making friends- none of the other kits seemed to enjoy her constant 'scaredy-kit' behavior, wherein she'd warn them to be careful and to not run too fast in case they slipped or knocked into something and to not throw the mossball in someone's face where it could irritate their eyes and to- but she was okay with that. she didn't need a million cats vying for her attention and validation- she only needed one, and just like her mother found the one, olivekit was sure she would too. as a kit, her concept of matehood was simply a deep, unconditional loyalty to one another that could never be challenged: that no matter what happened, there would be one cat who always had your back no matter what you needed, be it a shoulder to cry on as an apprentice or herbs as you give birth to your first litter as a queen.
as an apprentice, olivepaw found herself searching for this dynamic in other apprentices. where she had once kept her distance after many failed attempts, she threw herself back into the game of making friends to try to secure an apprenticehood best friend with whom she would form a bond that would last both their lifetimes, platonic or otherwise, just like mossthorn and badgerpatch. older now, she knew better than to let disappointments and failures drag her down: so even after she'd get close enough to another apprentice to realize they wouldn't fulfill that perfect best friend role for her, she wouldn't give up and draw herself away again. she'd continue socializing and making new friendships.
but her resilience was short-lived, and for naught. a moon or so into her apprenticeship, olivepaw heard whispers. whispers of a disloyal queen and a clueless senior warrior. her heart stung, and so did her eyes with it, every time she heard something new. it's with some young warrior, they would say. a warrior who she would later find could be no more than seven or eight moons older than her. olivepaw was devastated, not because she was embarrassed that her mother was disloyal to her father, not because had she been a few moons older she would have been an apprentice at the same time as the cat who her mother was supposedly in love with, but because everything that had kept her going through her lonely days and repeated failures was the hope that she would have something like mossthorn and badgerpatch.
from then on, her focus transitioned. whenever she had a moment, she'd find some relatively quiet area to train. sometimes she would just scamper back and forth attempting to build her agility. other times she would hunt a mossball. when she wasn't training, she was volunteering- or more accurately begging the deputy- for placement on patrols. and when some of the mentors would coordinate training time for sparring, olivepaw did not think of safety or being careful. she went all out, releasing the tension of every day she trained relentlessly alone. and she made no apologies for her aggressive behavior, even when she knew she had gone a little too far. every distasteful look towards her fueled a sort of indignation that only grew and grew.
she channeled it through her training, especially her hunting- it felt natural for her to fall into a crouch and stay perfectly still, green eyes sweeping her environment for traces of movement. and perhaps there was also an element of satisfaction that came with the bleeding warmth of a fresh kill. it was for her aptitude in hunting- and stalking- that she earned the warrior name olivestalk, and while the clan cheered her name as they do every freshly appointed warrior, her negative outlook made it feel bitter.
on the day of olivestalk's warrior ceremony, her mother congratulated her and told her the news: she was due to bring another litter into hazeclan. but olivestalk knew mossthorn and badgerpatch hadn't been speaking- badgerpatch was in the elder's den, sleeping most his day away and struggling to eat during the rest. she said no congratulations, gave no nuzzle of support. olivestalk said nothing, and walked away. and never spoke to her mother directly ever again, even when she would try to speak to olivestalk.
when the whispers came around of the litter's arrival and the litter being only one sickly kit, olivestalk had to wonder if her anger and feelings of betrayal and hatred had culminated in the ill-being of her own blood.
but then she reminded herself: it was her mother's blood. her remorse dissolved back into anger, and the anger was enough to keep her from mourning mossthorn's death only a few moons later. she didn't even allow herself to feel pity for the pathetic kit that mossthorn left behind, the kit whose father was known to everyone except for the kit itself.ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ"You seize the flowβr, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the riverβ A moment whiteβthen melts forever."
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"To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises! "ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ βΉ [ β ] βΊβname. β sootstorm.βgender. β tom β cat.βage. β thirty two moons.βrank. β hazeclan warrior.βdesired rank. β senior warrior one day.βsexuality. β bisexual.βmate. β none.βlove interest. β mossthorn.βkin. β lichenpaw. βpositive traits. β .....
β....βnegative traits. β ...β...βΉ [ β ] βΊ ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ"Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm."
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