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Post by kee :] on Sept 25, 2008 18:41:19 GMT -5
Garnetcloak
We will not die this way, in unification.
They cannot break these chains of faith.
Let them do their worst (let them do their worst).
Never slaves to iniquity.
Alright, kits, give me some words that describe Garnetcloak. Just a few! One at a time please. I can't hear you if everyone shouts them out loud.
Enormous, like a lion! Oh yes, many cats refer to Garnetcloak as an enormous lion. This tom, if you stretched him out, would be about a badgerlength long. I'm not kidding. This guy is massive. His head is quite angular, ending in a kingly neck that attaches his crown to the rest of his majestic body. Like a lion, Garnetcloak is extremely furry around the neck area, giving him a cream and orange mane. Sure, he's a long-haired cat but it's even more so there. He's also shaggy around the belly region too, for extra protection. His muscles are hardened after years of wear and training. That doesn't mean that he'll get cramps while he's running. It means that it'll be hard to try and break a smile into his face. He's tall and he's large, making his presence quite overwhelming. His paws are massive, and they usually make the ground tremble when he runs past.
Sooo handsome! The scars that mesh into the frame of this male compliment him well. For the she-cats who love the hard-core warrior type, Garnetcloak is the guy for you. However, he's handsome in that rough, rugged way, kind of like a diamond thrown in a coal mine. His expression is always calm and composed...at least he tries to keep it that way even when he's angry or saddened. He doesn't slouch; his posture, like his mannerisms, are as stiff as a board. I suppose his quirks are liked by different cats. Everyone has their own opinion.
Orange...and also white! Haha! Yes, I suppose we could throw that in. That would be quite important if you're describing this fellow. Garnetcloak is, for lack of a better phrase, cloaked in garnet. Well, perhaps not exactly garnet, as that's a deep-red color. Perhaps ochre or light-auburn would be a more suitable word. Yes, we'll go with ochre. Garnetcloak is a cat of many layers. Layers upon layers upon layers of hair, and with that, colors. Each layer of hair brings about a new hue. Upon his brow is the marking of a tabby, set below his large ears and above his eyes. By the way, did I mention his eyes? No? Oh dear me, how could I forget that! Garnetcloak's eyes are two different colors. The one on the right is a dark-brown eye while the one on the left is a orangey-tawny color, much lighter than its counterpart.
We will not die this way (this is absolution).
Death claims us no more (no more).
Do not grieve; end the suffering.
We will live, live eternal.
Will you take the stand among the dead?
Bury your fear, and hold fast to life.
When Garnetcloak was young, he used to be very family-oriented. However, now he only remains close to his twin Ternhunter. While they are twins, Garnetcloak has become so very different from his brother in the moons he's lived. Though he never liked Auburnpaw, he regretted wishing that his brother would die. Perhaps it was because the wish killed Hollypaw too. That must be it. Garnetcloak hates hurting the innocent and takes great lengths to avoid such issues. He would never give orders to hurt or kill unless he believes they truly deserve such a fate. However, as much as he doesn't like harming the innocent, he understands that in war, things happen. He doesn't beat himself over things he can't control. If he messes up on things he could've controlled, he vows to make it better in the future. He isn't one to dwell on stuff.
As a child, Garnetcloak was easily frightened and intimidated, yet easily consoled when he ran to his mentor, Copperfur, who he respected and trusted very much. As time passed, Copperfur taught him not to be scared into a state of panic but to control his fear. The estrangement of his family also taught him self-control, and it also hardened his heart a bit.
If he could give you one of his favorite features, it would probably be his determination. Garnetcloak will drill and drill and pound and pound something into your head until he's satisfied that you have it down. He's best described as a military instructor, and if you've got a bad cat that you need to beat the insolence out of, send them to this guy. He'll make sure they're the most discliplined, most well-behaved character you've ever seen. He's strict and a bit harsh on everyone, having high expectations for everyone and getting annoyed when they aren't met.
When it comes to loyalty, Garnetcloak's got it down to a point, almost to the point of zealotry. He follows the Warrior Code like a hound on a foxtrail, alienating those who have broken it and considering them not good enough to be a warrior. However, he still maintains respect for Fernstar because she did not sacrifice her position to nurse the kits; she gave them up to other queens. You should never doubt Garnetcloak's loyalty to the Code and to StarClan. He'd kill you for even thinking such a thing.
We will not die this way (this is absolution).
Death claims us no more (no more).
Do not grieve; end the suffering.
We will live, live eternal.
Anchor yourself to the foundation of everything you love.
Believe you have just become to live.
If you want to talk about drama, this cat might have you beat on a few areas. Garnetcloak is the son of Goldenscale and Northerngale. The two met in their youth, as apprentices, and become mates several moons after their warriorhood. Northerngale was a charming she-cat who loved nature, music, and the gentle touch of her mate in the morning before they went off to patrol together. However, one early morning before the sun had risen properly, the pregnant she-cat and her mate went out as usual. This time, they came across a two rogues. Goldenscale killed the first but by time he went to fight the second, the knave had slain his beloved Northerngale. The platinum-blonde tom was furious, his rage almost consuming him as he finished off the second rogue.
He pleaded for StarClan to spare Northerngale and their kits. His words moved the hearts of the warriors in StarClan, and after a recess, a she-cat named Seedshadow came forward. "For her life and the lives of the five kits in her womb, we wish for six lives in exchange."
Goldenscale was appalled at the demand of StarClan and refused to name six cats that would die in exchange for his beloved family to live. So Seedshadow decided to take matters into her own hands. She told the tom that StarClan would decide who they would take, and then they threw Goldenscale back to earth. Northerngale stirred from death beside him, and although he was still concerned over what the warriors of StarClan had said, he found himself forgetting all that in light of his mate being alive.
Northerngale had a litter in the middle of a stormy night, a set of four boys and one girl. Garnetkit and Ternkit were twin ginger and white boys, similar in pelt to their father. Auburnkit was a tom that looked like his father but with a little bit more orange like Beestripe, his paternal grandmother. Lavakit, though not the oldest, was the largest of the group and a ginger and black tom like a tiger. Desertkit was the girl of the team, being a lovely calico with her mother's pretty eyes. Goldenscale was overjoyed at the word of the healthy births, and it was at this point that he ignored StarClan's warning about taking six lives.
Garnetkit and Ternkit were never apart, sleeping together, eating side by side, and always playing on the same team. They shared the same ideas and same goals, and there were always moments where one of the boys would say something and the other would go "That's just what I was thinking!" Auburnkit, on the other hand, was a naughty troublemaker, making himself look good by getting the not-as-brainy Lavakit to do bad things and then tattling on him. Desertkit would prefer to have nothing to do with her family, preferring to stay with the other queens and their kits. It was common to see Desertkit surrounded by groups of she-kits that kissed the ground she walked on and mimicked her every move, usually heckling at her brothers or curling her lip at them.
Garnetkit was a confident, happy child, always playing with Ternkit. Everyone pushed each other out of the way for a shot at having one of them as their future apprentice. When that day came, Garnetpaw was given to his favorite uncle to be apprenticed, Rapidwind. He loved his mentor very much and vowed to train as hard as he could for them. However, he didn't know the other side of Rapidwind. One day, the young tom was told by another warrior that his mentor was over by the Hollow Oak with Goldenscale on a hunting trip. Garnetpaw eagerly ran down to find Rapidwind only to come on a terrible sight. His father was strangling his only brother to death! An odd yellow gleam glittered hauntingly in Goldenscale's eye. Garnetpaw screamed, and the pupilless tom looked up, moving in almost a drunken fashion after his son. Luckily, the tom escaped being killed but his father clawed him over the ear. Garnetpaw ran home to Ternpaw, yowling and crying about what had happened. However, when Goldenscale came back, he asked in a perfectly calm voice how his son was doing. He seemed to have no recollection of what had happened. EclipseClan couldn't find Rapidwind's body though, but with the evidence against the pale-blonde tom, Goldenscale was cast out from camp. Northerngale was crushed, and from then on, she held a grudge against Garnetpaw because she believed it was his fault that Goldenscale was exiled.
Garnetpaw was given a new mentor, a soft-spoken she-cat by the name of Copperfur. It was with her that he got over his timid nature and he eventually met a she-cat named Hollypaw. She had one blue eye and one brown eye, and her dark-brown pelt was wiry and bristly like a holly leaf. However, Garnetpaw fell in love with her but when he confessed, she told him that she was in love with Auburnpaw, his brother. Garnetpaw suddenly seemed to break and he wished that Auburnpaw would just go off and die because he never deserved a she-cat's love. A storm suddenly touched down, and a bolt of lightning struck a tree and made it burst into flames. The blaze crashed to the ground, crushing both Auburnpaw and Hollypaw. Garnetpaw couldn't believe what had just happened. He couldn't tell his mother; she wouldn't have anything to do with him, especially when she found out Auburnpaw was dead. He ran to Copperfur, who assured him that it was just a freak accident and that there was no way Garnetpaw could have caused that storm.
Garnetpaw became Garnetcloak in his twelfth moon. Around this time, he met another she-cat, named Narcissusfrost. She was five moons older than he and the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. His angst of Hollypaw aside now, he fell for the pretty white she-cat. They were the talk of the Clan for many moons, and no one saw it as a surprise when Narcissusfrost became pregnant when Garnetcloak was twenty-four moons. Like his mother, his mate bore him a litter of mostly toms. Oysterkit, Pinkit, and Sorrelkit were the toms while Sootykit was the girl. She resembled her mother except that her paws and muzzle were black. Oysterkit and Pinkit were pure white while Sorrelkit had a bit of his father's lineage in him and was light ginger and white. However, Pinkit wasn't in the best of health, and the young tomkit suffered from kittencough that resulted in his death. This was another blow to Garnetcloak. He seemed to harden up a bit after that, focusing only on training his remaining kits even though they weren't apprentice age yet.
When he was thirty-moons, he was given his son, Oysterkit, as his apprentice. Oysterpaw knew how his father was, and the same went for Garnetcloak. They had to have been the hardest working team in the Clan. Oysterpaw trained for eighteen hours of the day, running, fighting, agility, hunting, patrolling, memorizing faces and features. Garnetcloak drilled his son as if he was training a battalion of infantry in the military. The three kits were taught never ever to break the Warrior Code, because that was the code Garnetcloak followed to a point. He showed only pride when Oysterpaw was named Oystercatcher. He wasn't as proud of Sootytalon and Sorrelsight because they weren't discliplined as well as their older brother. In fact, Sootytalon frequently talked back to her father and Sorrelsight always acted like he knew more than his father. Garnetcloak's heart seemed to harden even more as such disrespect. Narcissusfrost did nothing to stop her children's actions.
As such, he and his shadow Oystercatcher seemed to withdraw from the family. Though no longer apprentice and mentor, the two constantly sparred against each other. It was a common sight to see the two toms tussling anywhere they could. Their distance from the family brought Narcissusfrost to divorce Garnetcloak when he was forty moons and estrange the young Oystercatcher. However, it didn't matter to him. He felt as if he had fallen out of love with Narcissusfrost anyway.
It was a sunny day near the Lake when Garnetcloak received the word that Phantomlight was found dead and that Fernpelt was calling a meeting about it. He and Oystercatcher quickly ending their sparring and made their way home. They were not chosen to go the Gathering but when EclipseClan came home, Fernpelt called another meeting. She told the rest of the Clan the news about what had happened to the other Clans, and then she named Garnetcloak as her next deputy.
Don't let the world deceive you
Don't let their words betray you.
An RP taken from my beloved Lastfalling's last night. May he rest in peace.
[[ There was something that was calling to him that night as the tired Deputy lie restless in the warrior's den. Everyone was asleep now and even the kits had stopped whining and squeeling. Everything was silent. Most nights, when he could sleep, Lastfalling usually took long walks out to the shrine, where he would sleep. The shrine always seemed to calm him down with all its familiar smells. But it wasn't only that he was restless and awake that told him to get up and move around, but that someone was calling his name in his brain. Saying it over and over again.
Lastfalling... Lastfalling I need you... At first it sounded like his mother, then his father, then even Cinnarbarcloud. Everyone that had been or is close to him was calling his name in the wind. But Astralhaze's voice stuck out most. It wasn't a whisper, but more like a scream in the distance. Thats when Lastfalling couldn't take it anymore. Something wrong was going on at the shrine. The spirits were calling his name. Panicking, he jerked awake but as quietly as possible, shot out of the warriors den and out of camp.
To his dismay, his shrine had to be built at the edge of camp, near the CloudClan border, where no one would find it. So the journey was a tiring long one. But his long legs didn't stop. He had to get there before the spirits stopped talking to him. Because once they stopped calling for him, he was too late. Now, they were louder than ever. Somehow, weirdly enough, even though he was positive his mother was still alive, because he could feel it, her voice was one of the loudest as well. Why was she calling his name when he was sure she wasn't dead?
He was panicking even more, his breath coming out in short gasps and he could even feel tears rolling down his cheeks. He could smell the shrine, the CloudClan border, and Astralhaze now. Astralhaze. She had been coming to visit him about twice or so a moon and the spirits would wake him when she got there and he would come. But they never yelled for him and said that he was needed. They just said come, or here, or something short and nice like that. But this was serious. Astralhaze was in trouble.
"Astralhaze? Astralhaze!" Lastfalling yowled, bursting through the shrine entrance. It looked the same as usual, small and sweet smelling and cozy. This was the place where he dreamed of Astralhaze having his kits. He trotted quickly over to where she lay and sat down beside her, licking her ears and face. "I'm here. I'm here..." he whispered, nuzzling her cheek.
Don't let their lies deceive you
Lead them to their graves.
Northerngale my esteemed mother
Copperfur my delightful second mentor
Lavastreak my gentle brother who isn't the brightest leaf on the tree
Ternhunter my beloved twin brother who is my second self
Desertwind my harlot of a sister
Sorrelsight my other son, who I could live without
Oystercatcher my shadow, my oldest son
Sootytalon my wench of a daughter
We will not die this way (this is absolution).
Death claims us no more (no more).
Do not grieve; end the suffering.
We will live, live eternal.[/size]
