T.E.R.R.A.G.R.O.V.E.
○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○Gender: "Oh. I'm male."
Age: "I'm, ehr, I'm young. Thirteen moons."
Ranking: "Uh, I think I'm a warrior."
Mate: "I..don't think girls would like me very much."
Kin: "Well, none that I know, really..."
Future Name: "I'm okay with the name I have. I
doubt I'd ever be Terrastar..."
Basic description: "I'm, uh, a short-haired snowshoe
tomcat so I have white and gray fur with a black nose but
I have one blue eye and one green, for some reason."
○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ A n d if I only could, make a deal with G o d a|n|d get him to swap o.u.r places.
__________________________________________________________________________It's a miracle he became a warrior. Terragrove is afraid of, well, everything. Spiders? He's out of there. Heights? Makes him nauseous. Sharks? Don't even try. But swimming? He'd rather fight off the entire Dark Forest. It's funny, because he's a WaterClan cat. But no, Terragrove would not dare try. He often has severe anxiety attacks and panics about really insignificant things. He is a good hunter, that's one thing. But fighting, forget about it. By the moment the other cat unsheathes their claws, he's already turned tail. It seems almost StarClan has given up on him. His Clanmates fear he will never take a mate nor learn how to protect his Clan because of his 'sensitive' emotions. But, deep within him, Terragrove knows that he would lay his life down for his Clan and he tries to be brave. And maybe, one day, it will pay off.
__________________________________________________________________________Her name was Gaia, a traveling snow-shoe kittypet who had been abused by her owners. She left, fearful, that her unborn kits would be badly hurt or worse. Unfortunately she gave birth in the freezing rain and all four of her kits were stillborn. That is, she thought they were. One of them moved. She named him Terra, meaning earth. (As Gaia also means mother earth). But she was no protector. After several occasions and brushes with death, Gaia left Terra at the border of a Clan. WaterClan, that is. They took him in, raised him. By the time he was an apprentice, Terrapaw, he became best friends with a black she-cat called Gypsypaw. They were inseparable. They trained together, hunted together. Slept together. It almost seemed that Terrapaw had his life made out for him. Until one fateful day where they were swimming. They went a little too far out, and the riptides caught them. Terrapaw made it out but, instead of going after Gypsypaw, he ran for help. And they arrived, much too late. Guilt swamped Terrapaw, though he was made a warrior a few moons later. The memory of her never left him and he always thought that it would have been better if he'd died trying to save her instead of acting like the coward he was. He still has the fear of water till today...