create a personality or history for two characters thorntooth personality (220/200) wildsea personality (242/200)
write or draw about two scenes of your choice
(368/200)
Tigerstep rested his head gently on one of the stones that sat on the edge of the camp, watching the fresh kill pile slowly decrease. Sure, he could have gone out and helped restock, but something in his body was dragging him down. The sun slowly moved overhead, warming the tom. A figure moved past, and he found Shrewblossom taking a spot next to him. “It’s barely sunhigh and you’ve not moved.” The younger tom’s voice was constructed with compassion.
“I’m just not feeling up to anything today.” Tigerstep’s voice was low, simply because he couldn’t be bothered raising it. For a moment, he zoned out, and Shrewblossom began nudging him in the ribs. “What?”
“I said, do you want to come hunting with me?” The older tom groaned. “C’mon, it won’t be that bad. I think you need some time away from camp. And besides, if you come with me, Thorntooth won’t get mad and send you on morning patrols for the next week.” With a loud sigh, Tigerstep stood up, quickly followed by the other cat. Whitemoon, who sat by the camp’s entrance on guard, nodded as they left. The pair walked calmly down towards the forest, not sharing any words.
By sunset, the two sat at the edge of the training grounds, admiring their bountiful hunt. It was only then that Tigerstep spoke: “I miss my mate.” It took Shrewblossom by surprise, and as he tried to formulate a response, he was cut off. “I had to leave my old clan. I wasn’t given a choice. She…she didn’t want to come with me. She was pregnant with our kits. But of course, she only told me as I walked out of the camp. She was my everything. They would have been my everything. I’ve just been thinking about them a lot lately.” At the look on Shrewblossom’s face, Tigerstep added: “You don’t have to say anything. What happened, happened. I can’t change the past. Let’s take this up to camp.” The two didn’t speak of the topic again, but when Tigerstep wouldn’t get out of the warriors’ den a week later, Shrewblossom brought him a sparrow and curled up next to him, avoiding Thorntooth’s call.
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The morning patrols became harder and harder as the colder months came. Roseflame walked ahead of the patrol, with her apprentice Honeypaw trailing by her side. Ravenbriar and Aldertail followed just behind, discussing the older cat’s hatred of the cold. Suddenly, Roseflame halted, fur spiked and ears alert. The band of cats looked around cautiously, before a dark flash appeared from the bushes, knocking Ravenbriar to the ground. “Song?” The rogue spoke with gritted teeth.
“What in FireClan’s name is wrong with you, lady?” Ravenbriar kicked the rogue off her small frame, claws just scraping along her belly. “I’m not Song. I don’t know any cats called Song. None of us do.” The younger she-cat hissed, but the other wouldn’t back down.
“I left my son in a cave around here. I’m coming to collect him. If you can’t help me, get out of my way.” Without a sound, Roseflame walked towards her, growling softly.
“You are on BoulderClan territory, cat. I believe I know who you’re talking about, but you will not just walk up to our camp without being escorted.” As Roseflame approached, the other she-cat slowly backed away, fearing the ginger’s claws.
“Okay, okay, fine. Take me to your camp.” The patrol surrounded the black cat and walked her back to the camp. Every step they took, their fur bristled in anticipation that this rogue would try and fight back. Lionstar looked down on them from Pigeon Point as they walked into the clearing. Before the patrol could explain what happened, Batsong’s eyes from the edge of camp widened.
“Ma?” The she-cat bolted from the patrol to her son, both embracing the other. “It’s so good to see you again!”
“You too, my son. Now, come with me, back to your real family.” She turned and began walking out of camp, ignoring the patrol who tried blocking her way. Not hearing any footsteps behind her, she turned, and found Batsong still standing in shock. “C’mon, kid.”
“No. You abandoned me. If it wasn’t for this clan, I would have died. I don’t even know your name.” The black she-cat scoffed.
“It’s Blackie.” She turned her whole body back towards him, digging her claws into the ground. “You realise that the clan only keeps you around because they pity you.” Shocked gasps came from the clan, who had now surrounded the scene before them. “You’re no warrior to them.”
Batsong’s voice faltered. “I…I am! I’m a good warrior!”
“They just say that so you stick around. You’d be the first to go if anything happened to them.” Blackie took a few steps towards him, being aware of the cats that crowded around her.
“Stop saying that!”
“You’re worthless to them. Disposable.”
“Back away from him.” Away from the group, Wildsea’s voice growled. A flurry of heads turned to face the older tom as he quietly padded up to the group. When Blackie didn’t move, he spoke again: “I said, back away from him.”
“Or what? You’ll claw my face off? You’re an old cat; you couldn’t hurt a fly.” Her taunts sent waves of anger through the clan, though nobody felt it as much as Batsong did.
“How dare you speak to Wildsea like that? He’s more of a parent than you ever were.” Despite the anger dripping from his words, Blackie only laughed.
“Parent? This old fool? I’m sorry, but who looked after you when you were sick with greencough in you first moon of life? Who fed you when she could barely feed herself? Who-”
Wildsea’s claws tore through flesh in a mere moment, blood spilling into the camp. Before anyone really knew it, Blackie’s eyes became lifeless. Hushed murmurs filled the clan, but a cry from Wildsea shocked everyone. “I didn’t…I didn’t think. I just acted. I-” He raised his frightened eyes to meet Lionstar’s. “The Code says we don’t kill unless we need to. She didn’t need to die. Lionstar, I’m so sorry.” As he spoke, he turned to look at Batsong. “Batsong, I-”
“I’m not angry, Wildsea.” The young tom smiled. “I’m sad, of course. She was my mother and all. But she abandoned me in a cave. She was never really a parent. You were.” ---------
“Lionstar?” The ginger tom raised his head from his prey, gesturing for Batsong to enter. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but I…I wanted to ask you an important question.” Lionstar licked his lips and nodded.
“Of course. What’s the question?”
“Do clan cats change their names at all? Like, different to becoming an apprentice or warrior.” The leader’s eyes widened slightly. He stood up and walked towards the younger tom.
“Not very often, but yes, it can happen. The leader holds a clan meeting and informs everyone of the name change. I remember back in my old clan we had a warrior that lost his tail. He decided to ask our leader if he could be called Stumptail instead of Barkclaw. It doesn’t happen very often, but when it does, it’s always for a very good reason.” Batsong shuffled his paws awkwardly.
“Oh, I see. Thank you for-”
“You don’t want to be tied to the name your mother gave you, do you?” Without a sound, Batsong nodded. “I don’t know if the whole clan would feel the same way, but I think that’s a very good reason.” The black tom met Lionstar’s eyes. “Do you have a name in mind?”
“Littlewave.” The leader had to stop himself from laughing. “What’s so funny?”
“Is it because you’re small?” A nod, albeit an uncomfortable one. “Littlewave is nice. I understand your reasoning behind it. You don’t need to tell me anything. Come. Let’s go and call a clan meeting.”