[Wolfheart] of [MoonClan]

[silver]

Name: Wolfheart
Moons: 32 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: MoonClan
Rank: Warrior
Short-Description:

Pale Gray Tom with white paws; dark blue eyes

Picture:

Description:

Wolfheart has a sleek pale gray pelt; his body is lithe with well-built, rippling muscles. His paws, chest, underbelly, tail-tip, and muzzle is snow white and tipped with curved black claws. He has black rings wrapping around where the white and gray fur meet around his paws and muzzle. He has long-limbs and strong knees. Wolfheart's tail is very fluffy like a real wolf's. His whiskers are very long and snow white and he has dark blue eyes. This warrior resembles a real wolf.

Personality:

Wolfheart is very calm and strong-minded. He is willing to put life and limb down for him clan. He had a tramactic youngerhood but that doesn't stop him from being the best warrior he can be. He likes to take walks and loves to hunt alone. Hi wants to mentor his own apprentice but doubts his clan trusts him enough to let him mentor one. He doesn't know love because he has never fell in love with another cat. He finds humor in a lot of things but most cats don't want to hang around him, which is why you see this gray tom-cat alone most of the time.

History:

Here's his story:

"Mousestep!" Wolfkit's paws scrabbled against the hard stone as she tried to race after his mother, who was being carried away by a Twoleg tom across a Thunderpath. He finally regained his footing and ran after her; right in the path of a monster. Wolfkit let out a shrill cry and cowered on the ground. He felt the wind being pushed out of his and then he heard a crash. But he felt no pain. He slowly opened one blue eyes and gasped. He was on the safe side of th Thunderpath, but the Twoleg was gone, but beneath the monster's large black paws he saw his mother's limp brown tabby body. "Mousestep!" he called again but he heard no sound. The monster ran off nd Wolfkit ran onto the hard black ground. "Mousestep..." he asked, nudging his mom. He was only four moons old, but he was strong and rolled his mom onto her side. Mousestep coughed nd opened her green eyes into slits.

Are you hurt?" she rasped. Wolfkit shook her gray head and layed down next to her. "Good. Now I need you to do something. I am in great pain but StarClan won't take me quite yet. But I am ready to go..."

"No! You can't leave me and Mistkit!" Wolfkit wailed. "Mistkit is still very ill. She can't live on without your milk."

"I'm sorry. Now Listen. Kill me."

"No! I can't!" Wolfkit was horrified! His mother wanted him to kill her!

"Do it Wolfkit. Please. I am begging you. I am old and tired and badly injured. Please..."

Wolfkit closed his eyes and his whole body trembled. "I will do it for you." he whispered. Being so young he didn't know what the consequences would lead to as he bit down on his mother's neck and she died beside him.

"Thank you" were Mousestep's final words to her son.

~*~

The next morning Wolfkit purred, then began to cry as he remembered the terrible thing he had been asked to do. He looked down and saw him mother's blood all over his fur, but he was too weak to get up to wash it off. A rustling sound came from the bushes and a gray tabby gasped as she saw the terrible sight.

"Wha- What ha- ha- happened?!" she stammered.

"Willowpool! She made- she asked- I had to!" Wolfkit wailed. Willowpool glared at Wolfkit. Mousestep was her sibling and even though Wolfkit was her nephew, she had never felt so much hatred toward a cat.

"Come! After we have her vigil you will be punished." Wolfkit hung his head and nodded as he and Willowpool drug the lifeless body back to camp.

~*~

It was now moonhigh. Wolfkit was being ignored by every cat in the clan and he was given the nastiest looks. All he got to eat was crow-food and he was forced to sleep outside in the cold. He shivered against the cold. The crow-food had made him ill and he had caught a fever the night before. Now all he could do was rest in the hollow and wait for StarClan to take him away.

"Wake up." hissed a voice. Wolfkit opened his sickly glazed eyes to make out the face of Bluespark, the medicine cat. "Eat this. You have a terrible fever." she said. Wolfkit was confused. He thought everyone hated him now. But he ate the herbs without word.

"I'm cold..." he whimpered, his body now shaking so badly his teeth shattered.

"I brought lamb-ear. Sleep in it.The sweet scent will help keep your fever down." Bluespark whispered. "I must go now. I will check on you tomorrow night. Now get some sleep." Wolfkit nodded and curled up in the soft leaves and soon fell asleep.

~*~

The following morning Wolfkit was put to work: collecting moss, cleaning out the elder's dirt and checking them for ticks, and helping Bluespark. The next morning he was taken care of by Bluespark again and soon he was up to full strength. He snuck into th nursery that night to check on Mistkit. He hadn't been able to for two days.

"Mistkit?" he whispered, nudging his sister's white body. It was as cold as ice. "Mistkit?" Wolfkit asked again, he voice shrill with fright. His sister was dead. Wolfkit was now alone.

Tomorrow was his ceremony, being a moon delayed, and he had always wanted to train with his sister. But now that he was alone, who would train with his now? He was now completely ignored, Bluespark being the only one brave enough to talk to him. Unfortunately she died of a food-Bourne illness when Wolfkit, now paw was 8 moons. Now, he felt more alone than ever.

THE END

Role Playing Example:

White belly fur brushed against cold stone as a solid gray tom-cat stalked across a large, flat stone toward a small scrap of brown fur nibling a beech nut. Long claws slid out as Wolfheart stepped a bit closer. He narrowed two blue orbs then sprang, killing the mouse in one fatal snap in the neck. With a purr of satisfaction he dropped them mouse with the rest of his fresh-kill: a squirrel and two shrews. With a flick of his tail he lowered his broad head and scopped up the prey by their tails and trotted back to camp.

Wolfheart sat in silence as he watched the apprentice ceremony of the two kits. He wanted to mentor Newtpaw more than anything, but of course he wasn't chosen. He glared unhappily as the brown apprentice's mentor, the swift and loyal Bramblebark. With a slight growl, Wolfheart walked away at the end of the ceremony, acting mad but inside feeling completely broken.

Codeword: Rapids
Other:

The Cats in the Role-play do not exists. I just added them to make the Role-play more interesting.