Post by Spiderthorn on Jun 21, 2013 22:43:22 GMT
Behind the Name
Spiderthorn was given his prefix for his small size and brown coat, which reminded his mother of the small brown spiders which she often saw in the nursery. She gave him the name hoping that he would inherit the patience of the spider.
As an apprentice, it was often said that Spiderthorn was a bit 'thorny'. He was, and still is, snappy and irritable, and he enjoyed battle training more then any other. His mentor declared that he was a thorn in the paw of every cat in the forest on one memorable occasion. Thorns quickly became associated with Spiderpaw, and they eventually officially became a part of his image through the warrior ceremony.
As an apprentice, it was often said that Spiderthorn was a bit 'thorny'. He was, and still is, snappy and irritable, and he enjoyed battle training more then any other. His mentor declared that he was a thorn in the paw of every cat in the forest on one memorable occasion. Thorns quickly became associated with Spiderpaw, and they eventually officially became a part of his image through the warrior ceremony.
Personality
Spiderthorn makes up for his small size by being full of personality. That personality, unfortunately, isn't a pleasant one. He's well known for stomping around the camp with an unhappy expression, giving even the most cantankerous of elders a run for their freshkill when it comes to a contest of grumps. He's sarcastic, rude, and he has little respect for his superiors. To put it simply, Spiderthorn is a bit of a problem. He starts fights on the borders by insulting other clans, and he has a hair trigger temper that means even if his patrol leader can keep him quiet, he'll probably just decide he's been insulted anyway. Temper tantrums are common from this tom, and he's an handful for any leader. It would be easier if he didn't like being around people, but Spiderthorn gets lonely easy. He won't admit wanting companionship, but he'll seek people out and awkwardly sit beside them before huffing and running away when questioned.
Spiderthorn is easily embarrassed. He is flustered by compliments and hates being the center of attention. He would rather be scolded so he can pretend he's got a huge ego. While he struts his stuff when he's in trouble, all it takes is one reward for the facade of confidence to come crashing down. He gets tongue tied easily, especially when talking to a cat he respects. He can even get caught up in hero worship, left dumbstruck when faced with a more senior warrior that has earned his respect. Don't even ask about crushes. Poor Spiderthorn isn't even a novice at love. He just can't handle it, and falls all over himself to avoid the subject as much as possible. Probably while stammering and denying everything.
Spiderthorn is an adrenaline junky. He loves to take risks and he loves to fight. He's not very good at hunting because he has the patience of a particularly confused fly, but fighting. Fighting is something he's good at, even if he is tiny. He even goes out of his way to start fights, something that will probably get him into a lot of trouble one day. He's not a bad cat, really. He wouldn't murder someone, or hurt them seriously. He's just not someone you should trust with a diplomatic mission. Outside of fighting, Spiderthorn is the first cat to take dangerous missions or stupid risks. Climb to the tallest tree, you say? He's on it!
Spiderthorn isn't a particularly bright cat. Oh, he could be. He's got a fine eye for detail, and he's good at picking up things another cat might miss. But he's surprisingly gullible for such a grumpy cat, and his clanmates can convince him to believe some outlandish things if they take the time. Just be prepared for the temper tantrum that will surely follow when Spiderthorn realizes he's been lied to. He can be stubborn once an idea is actually in his head, refusing to give it up even though he knows it's wrong. Why would his clanmates lie to him? Sure, they're all mousebrains, but they're his mousebrains!
He fights dirty, too.
Spiderthorn is easily embarrassed. He is flustered by compliments and hates being the center of attention. He would rather be scolded so he can pretend he's got a huge ego. While he struts his stuff when he's in trouble, all it takes is one reward for the facade of confidence to come crashing down. He gets tongue tied easily, especially when talking to a cat he respects. He can even get caught up in hero worship, left dumbstruck when faced with a more senior warrior that has earned his respect. Don't even ask about crushes. Poor Spiderthorn isn't even a novice at love. He just can't handle it, and falls all over himself to avoid the subject as much as possible. Probably while stammering and denying everything.
Spiderthorn is an adrenaline junky. He loves to take risks and he loves to fight. He's not very good at hunting because he has the patience of a particularly confused fly, but fighting. Fighting is something he's good at, even if he is tiny. He even goes out of his way to start fights, something that will probably get him into a lot of trouble one day. He's not a bad cat, really. He wouldn't murder someone, or hurt them seriously. He's just not someone you should trust with a diplomatic mission. Outside of fighting, Spiderthorn is the first cat to take dangerous missions or stupid risks. Climb to the tallest tree, you say? He's on it!
Spiderthorn isn't a particularly bright cat. Oh, he could be. He's got a fine eye for detail, and he's good at picking up things another cat might miss. But he's surprisingly gullible for such a grumpy cat, and his clanmates can convince him to believe some outlandish things if they take the time. Just be prepared for the temper tantrum that will surely follow when Spiderthorn realizes he's been lied to. He can be stubborn once an idea is actually in his head, refusing to give it up even though he knows it's wrong. Why would his clanmates lie to him? Sure, they're all mousebrains, but they're his mousebrains!
He fights dirty, too.
Appearance
Spiderthorn is a very small cat. The runt of his litter, he never really grew out of being the smallest. That doesn't mean, however, that he's dainty and pretty. He's knife-like, with a sharp muzzle and angular features. He isn't bulky in the way some other cats are, and instead Spiderthorn is made to be agile and fast. He doesn't hit hard in a fight, but he does twist and turn and hit the places that an enemy doesn't want to get hit. He is a brown tabby tom with a white chest and amber eyes.
If you say anything about his size, he'll get mad at you.
If you say anything about his size, he'll get mad at you.
History
Thistlefur was young when she met that tom on the border. She was too caught up in the mystery of it all, in the romance. What was more romantic then a forbidden romance with a handsome tom? The secret meetings in the night? The whispered words in the dark? It wasn't as if anything would ever come from their little dalliances. Oh, kits could happen. But really! It would never happen to them, right?
Wrong.
Thistlefur fell pregnant only a few moons after becoming a warrior. Gripped by panic, she met her ginger lover at the border to discuss what to do. Together, they made a plan. They could not betray their clans. Thistlefur would go back to her clan. She would not tell anyone the name of her lover. She would not give up the identity of the father of her kits. They would not meet again.
So, with a heavy heart, Thistlefur returned to rear her kits alone
She bore a litter of three, among the gossip of her clan. Thistlefur had always been a social she-cat, and there were many toms that were considered potential fathers of the litter. Thistlefur said nothing of the matter, and the clan reluctantly accepted her silence. Weaselkit, Amberkit and Spiderkit were a mystery to the clan, but one that was accepted happily. A healthy litter of three was a boon to the clan.
Weaselkit took great joy in the mystery of his father. He teased the clan with the identity of his father, claiming that he was various cats. The clan quickly learned that the kit didn't know. Amberkit just figured that the tom and her mother had gone their separate ways and that was why he hadn't claimed them, and so she said nothing. Spiderkit... well, Spiderkit was bitter. He wanted to know why his father didn't step forward to claim them. He wanted the clan to leave him alone. He wanted his mother to tell him who his father was.
So he insulted everyone.
Life continued in this pattern until they became apprentices. Amberpaw showed great promise in scouting and stealth, though she was mediocre at best when it came to fighting. Weaselpaw only cared for hunting and found fighting to be too difficult, and often tried to get others to do it for him. Spiderpaw... Spiderpaw liked fighting. A bit too much. He also showed himself to be an excellent climber, taking after his namesake and clambering to the top of trees with great ease.
Apprenticehood passed like a dream. No father showed himself, and their warrior ceremony came and went. It wasn't dramatic so much as frustratingly boring. Spiderthorn had fantasized for moons that his father would appear at the ceremony and tell him how proud he was.
Spiderthorn just wasn't as special as he thought. Bummer.
Wrong.
Thistlefur fell pregnant only a few moons after becoming a warrior. Gripped by panic, she met her ginger lover at the border to discuss what to do. Together, they made a plan. They could not betray their clans. Thistlefur would go back to her clan. She would not tell anyone the name of her lover. She would not give up the identity of the father of her kits. They would not meet again.
So, with a heavy heart, Thistlefur returned to rear her kits alone
She bore a litter of three, among the gossip of her clan. Thistlefur had always been a social she-cat, and there were many toms that were considered potential fathers of the litter. Thistlefur said nothing of the matter, and the clan reluctantly accepted her silence. Weaselkit, Amberkit and Spiderkit were a mystery to the clan, but one that was accepted happily. A healthy litter of three was a boon to the clan.
Weaselkit took great joy in the mystery of his father. He teased the clan with the identity of his father, claiming that he was various cats. The clan quickly learned that the kit didn't know. Amberkit just figured that the tom and her mother had gone their separate ways and that was why he hadn't claimed them, and so she said nothing. Spiderkit... well, Spiderkit was bitter. He wanted to know why his father didn't step forward to claim them. He wanted the clan to leave him alone. He wanted his mother to tell him who his father was.
So he insulted everyone.
Life continued in this pattern until they became apprentices. Amberpaw showed great promise in scouting and stealth, though she was mediocre at best when it came to fighting. Weaselpaw only cared for hunting and found fighting to be too difficult, and often tried to get others to do it for him. Spiderpaw... Spiderpaw liked fighting. A bit too much. He also showed himself to be an excellent climber, taking after his namesake and clambering to the top of trees with great ease.
Apprenticehood passed like a dream. No father showed himself, and their warrior ceremony came and went. It wasn't dramatic so much as frustratingly boring. Spiderthorn had fantasized for moons that his father would appear at the ceremony and tell him how proud he was.
Spiderthorn just wasn't as special as he thought. Bummer.
Family
Thistlefur - Mother - 41 moons
Foxfang - Father- 45 moons - Thunderclan/Unknown father
Littermates
Weaselfang - Tom
Amberwing - She-cat
Half-siblings - By Foxfang - Thunderclan
Rosepaw - 8 moons
Daisypaw - 8 moons
Foxfang - Father- 45 moons - Thunderclan/Unknown father
Littermates
Weaselfang - Tom
Amberwing - She-cat
Half-siblings - By Foxfang - Thunderclan
Rosepaw - 8 moons
Daisypaw - 8 moons
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