WaveTribe
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice: None
Size: Average
Background: Stormfur grew up as good as any tribe kit could've hoped for. She had a loving mother and father, plentiful food on a well-populated island, and a kind and supportive mentor.
As she grew older she developed a talent not many others had, one passed down from her mother: swimming. She became a great hunter, bringing in more fish than most of her clanmates' fresh-kill. She progressed quickly, becoming a warrior during her 12th moon. Stormfur was given her new name, and with it the responsibilities of a warrior.
The tribes on the island had all heard tale of the Great Water beasts. Some even claimed to have seen them. To Stormfur however, they existed as no more than a myth told by queens to scare their kits. Her mother and father joined her in a hunting party the day of the attack. All she could remember was the beast moving through the water toward them, jaws opened wide. Somehow, after losing an ear and most of her tail, she struggled back to camp, before blacking out. When she awoke, she was told she was the lone survivor.
Many of her tribe-mates thought she would die after the attack. Yet, somehow, she survived. Since then, Stormfur's wounds have mended, but her memories remain. Now she strives to prove, to herself and her tribe, that a broken body is nothing to an indomitable warrior spirit. After all, its what her parents would want.
Personality:Through great hardship, against great odds, Stormfur has developed a great perseverance in everything she does. She is the last to give in, the last chalk something up to impossibility, the last to retreat. Stormfur is selfless and loyal, to her tribe and to the Code. She would willingly give her own life to protect her tribe-members and beliefs.
Stormfur is of the type that believes rules were made to be followed. She lives exactly by the Code, as she thinks her parents would wish. Any cat that doesn't share her adamant respect for rules is likely to be her adversary.
AshTribe
Age: 34 moons
Rank: Medicine Cat
Gender: Male
Apprentice: None
Size: Small
Background: No warrior can neglect a kit in pain or danger, even if the kit is from a different tribe. This single line of the warrior's code had saved his life. If not for this he would likely not be alive. If not for this they would've left him for dead.
Both his parents were members of a prominent gang of the time, the RedClaws. Their names have long since been forgotten, their only legacy a failed coup that resulted in death. Dawnleaf -orphaned, forgotten- was left to fend for himself at only a few weeks old. He wandered the island in search of his parents, oblivious. By a lucky coincidence, he was found on AshTribe territory a few days later, and taken in. To this day, this is all he knows of his past.
Personality: Dawnleaf is a driven spirit. His sole commitment is to his duty, the protector of the tribe's lives. In his mind, fulfilling this duty means being as knowledgeable and skillful as possible, to avoid the unnecessary loss of lives. At every opportunity possible he seeks advise from the Stars, hopeful that his ancestors will guide him to be the best he can be.
Though his dedication has made him a better medicine cat and consultant, it has also made him quite weary of conflict. More than most, he understands the destruction caused by war. His unpopular view isn't shared by most of his tribe however. Despite the bloodthirsty nature of his tribe-mates, Dawnleaf does his best to silence any strife.
WaveTribeAge/stage in training: Apprentice; 6 moonsMentor:Greycloud (@Silver Fox)Generic size: Small, will become average-sized. Background: Wildpaw was an adventurous kit -much more so than most. Unlike his elder sister, Rosepaw, Wildkit -as he was then- dreamed of nothing more than running free through the trees. One day, upon managing to escape from their mother, Feathertail, Wildkit ventured out into the forest with Rosepaw following behind. He wandered, hoping to find some prey to bring back. In an unlucky turn of events, Wildkit found what he was looking for.
Before they reached the Mossy Rocks on the AshTribe border, Wildkit heard a nearby bush rustle. Ecstatic that he had found what he had come for, Wildkit charged straight into the underbrush. As he neared the source of sound, the rustling of underbrush changed form, becoming instead a loud hissing. A long, slender head with beady black eyes emerged. Mouth open wide, the fangs of the adder Wildkit had mistook for a mouse were as long as a cat's legs. Staring in the face of death, Wildkit stood his ground. He knew well enough that one didn't run from an adder and live to tell the tale. He would stand and protect his sister, even if it cost his life.
"Run!" he yelled, before the adder lashed out, catching his front leg with a fang. The pain caused Wildkit to collapse on the spot. He watched as the snake came closer, beginning to coil around him. As his vision faded, Wildkit saw a cat approaching, a huge, grey she-cat he recognized as Greycloud. The much larger cat easily drove off the adder as Wildkit slipped completely into unconsciousness.
When he awoke, Wildkit found himself in the Shaman's den, his sister still by his side. As he lay there recovering from his wounds, sense finally overcame his foolhardiness. From this altered perspective he gained two things: a profound respect for Greycloud, which keeps him in his place, and the drive to become a great warrior, so that if the day ever comes, he can repay the favor, to Rosepaw, to Greycloud, and to his tribe.
Personality: Wildpaw is the epitome of the word 'energetic'. He is a natural-born explorer. He enjoys nothing more than wandering WaveTribe territory -something which has gotten him in trouble more than a few times. Such an adventurous nature is complemented by Wildpaw's bravery. He is unwary of the dangers involved in much of what he does or, more accurately, doesn't think before he acts. Though he is chided constantly by his elders, he very rarely takes heed of their word.
Though rather tormenting for his mentor, Greycloud, Wildpaw uses his traits positively. If needed, he would devote all his energy, all his courage to the protection of his tribemates. Given proper guidance, many believe he will become a great WaveTribe warrior.
Other: Wildpaw shows a particular knack for combat, rarely ever being bested by his fellow WaveTribe apprentices.
