[loonpaw]

([smear:9c4948]loonpaw[/smear:dbb386])

six moons. tom. windclan apprentice.

[smear:9c4948]❝ chapter i ❞[/smear:dbb386]

past names: loonkit, loonpaw.

loon: for his black and white appearance, similar to the loon seen over on riverclan waters.

paw: for his current rank as an apprentice, shared with his denmates.

sexuality: unknown. (homosexual.)
short description: a black and white tom with dark amber eyes.

[smear:9c4948]❝ chapter ii ❞[/smear:dbb386]

although he is only an apprentice, loonpaw fits into the windclan stereotype well; skinny and long. he isn't a pelt on bones, however. like every windclan cat, his legs are long, able to disguise dense muscle under his thin, coarse coat from needing to run after his everyday meals. almost everything about this tom is average, even up to every numbered whisker sprouting from his multicolored maw.

sporting a patchwork pelt, nearly all of him is covered in white save for the inky black splotches dotting his coat. Head mostly captured by it's darkness, the mess continues down along his shoulders and spine in unconnected spots. his tail is all black and where the shades mingle, loonpaw is already beginning to sprout gray hairs due to the gradient. his nose blends in well with his dark fur, but one of loonpaw's more interesting traits are the deep pools of dark amber that make up his eyes. they're truly an unfamiliar shade compared to the rest of him, yet warm.

[smear:9c4948]❝ chapter iii ❞[/smear:dbb386]

benevolent. animated. loyal.
tree-hugger. open. storyteller.
religious passive. exaggerator.
prying. blunt. daft.

since he had only been a kit, loonpaw was benevolent to each and everyone of his clanmates... admittedly, even to the outsiders. there is barely a mean streak in this tom's veins and while you can get him confused and stumped, the "mean" things he may say in the mean time are immediately apologized for with liveliness in his step. loonpaw's clanmates don't call him animated for nothing. every emotion that runs across his face is stressed, hyped up to a state it doesn't need to be in at all. even the little movements of his tail and ears he's learning for patrols are in a state of grandeur. in this case, loonpaw can be terribly passionate.

like every warrior, and warrior in training, should be, loonpaw is loyal. although he may seem like a stickler, he wants to live by the code and please his clan. yet, somehow, this still does get him in trouble: why didn't you follow them over the border to make sure they were safe, loonpaw? loonpaw, are you done making that scent marker? you've been there for hours. in his mind, it doesn't hurt to make sure you follow up with every rule one hundred times more. one of his more similar traits is that he is very open to his clan, especially his leader. you can't trust him with a secret and you can't expect him to hold up a lie... whether it's in the next five minutes or week following, loonpaw's going to burst if he doesn't tell someone. it feels wrong to harbor something like that, something that a clanmate or his leader should know. all around, loonpaw's very open about himself in general.

one thing that loonpaw likes to do is tell stories. he's a great storyteller... and an exaggerator. he'll admit it to the cat that'd scoff it off, saying that that rabbit wasn't that big like in his story. it just made it better, didn't it? one of loonpaw's coping mechanisms is to even tell a story, or for a change, listen to one. when he was a kit, he adored hearing the tales from his elders and fathers. something about getting immersed in a well worded story helps clear his mind for that time.

loonpaw loves nature. although he was born amongst rabbit dens and rolling hills, he can appreciate the beauty of thunderclan's large oaks and maples, blocking out the sunlight from touching their fur. although his paws are meant for the ground, loonpaw wants to learn how to scale one someday. shadowclan's pines and bogs aren't too much of his liking but admittedly, their ability to blend into the shadows impressed him. perhaps he could try that someday too? and, oh, riverclan's rivers! how amazing were they to listen to near the border, watch on a calm summer's dusk and cool your paws in? although these places aren't his home, loonpaw adores each place enough to be called... a tree-hugger. generally passive as well, loonpaw would rather talk to his foe than face them in a tooth and claw fight. wouldn't that be much better? but knowing that he has to defend his clan with his life, it does put something in him that still wants to learn those battle moves. 

an avid believer in the warrior code, the same goes for starclan. a religious young tom, loonpaw loves their stories and all around powers. oh, what he would do to get to talk to them someday! he knows they generally only speak to medicine cats and leaders, but what can he do but hope? some cats might even call him daft for that reason... and others. not the smartest young cat but not too dumb either, loonpaw just easily becomes infatuated with things. the world is interesting.

always looking for a good story and generally not realizing he's doing it, loonpaw can be prying and ask a whole lot more than twenty questions. so, when cats turn him away, loonpaw doesn't understand. was it something he said? he's always had the idea everyone in the clan was his friend. he can't understand why him telling their secrets is just so... bad. during his constant questioning during conversations, loonpaw can often be blunt. he doesn't think of another's feelings until they're angry with him or visibly upset. how else was he going to learn here?

[smear:9c4948]❝ chapter iv ❞[/smear:b7bcc9]

wheatpelt and sandstrike had always been on good terms with each other, toms that hadn't been the best of friends nor enemies. rather, just two clanmates that occasionally went on patrols together. however, that changed when a fox barged its way onto windclan territory and the two, along with a few more warriors at the time, were sent to chase it out. however, things didn't go as well as originally hoped. the fox was starving and although a patrol of five warriors was a well made battle patrol, it was going to make a meal out of one: wheatpelt. 

if it wasn't for sandstrike's quick actions of clawing into the creatures eyes, wheatpelt's spine may have been broken. the two toms stayed together, mostly to make sure wheatpelt was alright, as the other three warriors chased off the yelping fox. after they helped the pale tom back to camp and it was confirmed that he'd be alright, sandstrike became a frequent visitor in those few days wheatpelt was rooted to a nest in the medicine den. after that, the two spent a lot of time together until their relationship blossomed into something warmer.

sandstrike had always wanted kits, little ginger tabbies like him and while he adored wheatpelt, it didn't stop him from sharing his desires with the paler ginger tabby. surprisingly, it didn't take them long to find a surrogate after wheatpelt twined his tail with sandstrike's and confirmed that he wanted kit's too. a tuxedo queen, who's mate had died many moons ago, had given the two tom's the pleasure of saying she'd have their kits for them. within a few moons, sheepflower was birthing three kittens. mothkit, loonkit, and flykit. completely in love with them, the two fathers and the mother helped raise the trio. who could say that they had three parents when they were growing up? 

mothkit, a golden tabby she-kit, especially liked to gloat about it. loonkit and flykit, the two brothers, didn't agree with her powerful attitude but in their parent's eyes, each kit was perfect. however, no matter how well you were raised, it didn't stop the catch of a cold during leaf fall... flykit had always been the smallest, more sickly kit after all. held back by sheepflower, brother and sister barely understood at that moment why they could hear wheatpelt wailing when sandstrike carried a very still, sleeping flykit out of the nursery. from then on, until their apprentice ceremonies, loonkit and mothkit were showered even more with affection. once they were apprenticed, however, loonpaw was more than ready to start proving himself. 

[smear:9c4948]❝ chapter v ❞[/smear:dbb386]

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