Post by Cormorantnose on Aug 25, 2015 20:40:20 GMT -5
| cormorantnose | | skyclan |
| tom | | 86 moons | | deputy |
Cormorantnose is a tom who many would assume to be much younger than he really is. The once dark grey, almost black tom now has a much lighter hue in his twilight epoch, leaving him looking to be an almost dusty grey in color, with just a tint of blue touching his fur. The old warrior holds himself with an air of authority that speaks to his age, and wisdom. His muzzle is kissed by hairs that tell of his age, and his eyes, yellow in color, which are slowly starting to cloud with age hold still to his ever observant nature in being wide, and almost curious at the vast world around him. The senior warrior is a cat of rather large stature, standing almost a full paw's length above many cats, and being larger in body and tail than most. His flesh is decorated in scars of battles past, and his gait tells of many wrenched shoulders and paws. A distinct popping in his hind right hip tells of a joint once popped out of place, and his mouth, if opened, will show teeth broken and yellowed to an almost disgusting point. His voice is one that shows a gentleness, but also a hard edged tone within the deep vocals, that sometimes rasp within his throat.
[ soft spoken, determined, loyal, observant, internalizes everything, faithful, holds grudges, self-critical, anxious of things going wrong ]
There is something to be said about a soft spoken gentleman. Cormorantnose is a tom with a gentle voice, much of a fatherly tone. His words may not hold much in volume, or frequency, but they make up for that in being for the most part, meaningful when they need to be. With his quiet volume, he is a tom that commands others to listen to him, and with his usual gentleness, they're words that others can usually find comfort in. This could perhaps be described as 'charming' or any other number of things, but for the sake of this particular type of prose, describing the old tom's personality, 'soft spoken' fits more, and attributes more to his behaviors than something as simple as 'charming.'
Cormorantnose is a determined feline, which is something that has been with him since his time as an apprentice, even as a kitten he was quite the determined little squirt. His determination shows in the fashion of taking great pride in his duties, and doing them diligently, and bringing with him an almost uncanny need for things to be done, and to be done right. As a side note, determination is a trait that Cormorantnose wishes to see in many young hearts, as he feels that determination makes a clan stronger, and moves them towards the potential of what they could be. Essentially, Cormorantnose shows his determination in doing things to a borderline obsessive level, and depending on the thing, and situation can sometimes be... A little less than 'acceptable.' This 'unacceptable' formation showed forth in his apprenticeship when he had an almost unsettling crush on a young she-cat that was also an apprentice at the same time, being only slightly younger than the young Cormorantnose.
Loyalty is a trait that our old friend sees as essential within clan life, and hierarchy. Without it, Cormorantnose feels as if the clans very foundation would crumble beneath them, and lead to complete and utter destruction for the five clans as they are known today. Disloyal cats aren't individuals that gain Cormorantnose's trust, or respect, and he will often try to make sure that any young cat that he sees as portraying behaviors that would lead to being 'disloyal,' understands the responsibility that is being put on them in being a functioning member of the Clan. He often tries to give them a gentle nudge towards seeing why loyalty is essential for Clan life in attempting to give them tasks that would possible trigger that thought process. In this, Cormorantnose is often a cat who - even to the annoyance of others - tries to make sure that each apprentice that's within the clan sees the value in being a loyal cat. Even though it hasn't been a problem yet, Cormorantnose's loyalty could be something for concern if he found himself feeling any shred of loyalty towards an individual who didn't exactly conform to the 'for the protection of the clan' way of thinking, and more towards the 'I'll do anything to get what I want' power hungry way of thinking. It hasn't happened yet, but, it could prove to leave him vulnerable to less than reputable influences taking hold of him if presented with the perfect combination of wrong things.
Even as a young kitten, Cormorantnose was a cat who easily observed various things. His eyes are quick, and sharp to pick up on various different things, and file them away in an almost methodical method. In short, Cormorantnose is always watching, and always listening to the various things in the environment around him, knowing that the information that he gains from them could prove to be useful. He's the cat who at a gathering would have the 'head whipping around in all directions' syndrome if there was anything of slight interest within the throng of feline bodies. Perhaps it could be taken as paranoid, perhaps it could be taken as creepy, but Cormorantnose is known for watching, and figuring out various things about others without much reason as to why, other than he just wants to know. This proves to be a positive thing in a situation where being observant could be a means of the perseverance of one's self. It could be negative in the situation of knowing something that he would probably be better off just not knowing.
We all know that one individual who never lets loose their anger, or really gives any big display of emotion. Cormorantnose is that individual, and it's perhaps a bit of a flaw. He internalizes everything, and holds in those emotions. Sometimes they're positive, sometimes they're negative, it's never really too far in one direction, for a majority of the time with him. Either way, it's perhaps a bit unhealthy on a psychological level, and in his younger moons lead to an outburst or two... Which, he usually tries to avoid, since he feels like if he were to display the wide array of emotions that he feels on a day to day basis, that others would loose respect for him, or not take him quite as seriously. After all, all so called business men, and well respected leaders often have a stoic demeanor, at least until they're alone. Sometimes the old tom will slip out in the wee hours of the night, to simply allow himself time to release what he's feeling, since he did learn from the outbursts he had in his past. It's not the smartest, or healthiest thing to keep those emotions in forever, but in Cormorantnose's mind, letting them out in the presence of others simply isn't the polite, and respectable thing to do. And those two things are very important too him, as instilled by his parents, who had very strong views on both.
Without faith, most warriors would perhaps feel lost in the general turmoil that makes up their day to day lives, and the social interactions between the clans. Without faith, it would be difficult for most to deal with things like battles, and death. At least, that is Cormorantnose's honest opinion on the matter. He cannot fathom living the life he lives, and having a peaceful night's sleep without some faith in the star-bound celestial cats above them looking over them, and giving purpose to the sometimes traumatic experiences that can happen in the life of a warrior.
One of the biggest faults in Cormorantnose's thought process is perhaps his tendency to hold grudges, almost the the point of it being a little... Intense. Why he behaves like this isn't quite known, it's only known that he does. If someone insults him, he will hold a bit of a grudge against that. If someone were to physically hurt him, he'd hold a much larger grudge against that. The intensity, and size of the grudge depends purely on the deed, and if the individual has crossed him in some way before. This trait was something that developed in his apprenticeship, as he watched another tom swoop in on the she-cat that he cared greatly for. The competition that ensued for her affections in the later part of their apprenticeship, into the early stages of their terms as warriors left Cormorantnose as a cat who could hold quite the grudge; especially when she chose the other tom over him. This sense that he had been wronged formed something within him that the old tom cat isn't quite proud of, but accepts as something as part of who he is, because without it... Would he really be the Cormorantnose that the borderline ancient cat sees himself as on the inside? Perhaps not..?
It's true that most everyone is a little critical of the things that they do in day-to-day life. Mistakes made in the course of the day, things said that could have been handled differently... Cormorantnose is a cat who takes this to an almost extreme level, that could perhaps become unhealthy if something too detrimental were to happen at his paws, or because of his orders. This is the reason that the old tom is very cautious in what he does, and says, thinking over things that are important quite a bit, analyzing them in ways that most really don't. He relies more on rational thought, rather than intuition or 'gut instinct.' This could be an annoyance to some who simply just act, rather than think... But, Cormorantnose needs to know, and be assured in himself that he's doing the right things, and taking the right actions. Because of this, any failures on his part tend to manifest into a thought process that is almost to the point of self-battery. Though, he tends to hide the fact that he does this, so, perhaps most that don't know him on a deeper level like some wouldn't realize this about the old cat.
Anxieties are nothing new in a mental standpoint. Everyone has them, to some degree or another. How they're expressed tends to differ from individual to individual. Cormorantnose tends to be one who doesn't show them with words, but these worries can be noticed through how he holds himself in the various situations that he finds himself. The major one for Cormorantnose is that things will go wrong, and this mostly stems from his habit of being self-critical, and there fore often worries that others will be just as critical of him, when in reality, chances are they probably wont. Though, the old tom doesn't quite realize the idea that others kind of don't care about the little things that the deputy tends to see a major failures on his part. Quite honestly, they probably don't even notice them like he does. Who really knows, either way, right?
There is something to be said about a soft spoken gentleman. Cormorantnose is a tom with a gentle voice, much of a fatherly tone. His words may not hold much in volume, or frequency, but they make up for that in being for the most part, meaningful when they need to be. With his quiet volume, he is a tom that commands others to listen to him, and with his usual gentleness, they're words that others can usually find comfort in. This could perhaps be described as 'charming' or any other number of things, but for the sake of this particular type of prose, describing the old tom's personality, 'soft spoken' fits more, and attributes more to his behaviors than something as simple as 'charming.'
Cormorantnose is a determined feline, which is something that has been with him since his time as an apprentice, even as a kitten he was quite the determined little squirt. His determination shows in the fashion of taking great pride in his duties, and doing them diligently, and bringing with him an almost uncanny need for things to be done, and to be done right. As a side note, determination is a trait that Cormorantnose wishes to see in many young hearts, as he feels that determination makes a clan stronger, and moves them towards the potential of what they could be. Essentially, Cormorantnose shows his determination in doing things to a borderline obsessive level, and depending on the thing, and situation can sometimes be... A little less than 'acceptable.' This 'unacceptable' formation showed forth in his apprenticeship when he had an almost unsettling crush on a young she-cat that was also an apprentice at the same time, being only slightly younger than the young Cormorantnose.
Loyalty is a trait that our old friend sees as essential within clan life, and hierarchy. Without it, Cormorantnose feels as if the clans very foundation would crumble beneath them, and lead to complete and utter destruction for the five clans as they are known today. Disloyal cats aren't individuals that gain Cormorantnose's trust, or respect, and he will often try to make sure that any young cat that he sees as portraying behaviors that would lead to being 'disloyal,' understands the responsibility that is being put on them in being a functioning member of the Clan. He often tries to give them a gentle nudge towards seeing why loyalty is essential for Clan life in attempting to give them tasks that would possible trigger that thought process. In this, Cormorantnose is often a cat who - even to the annoyance of others - tries to make sure that each apprentice that's within the clan sees the value in being a loyal cat. Even though it hasn't been a problem yet, Cormorantnose's loyalty could be something for concern if he found himself feeling any shred of loyalty towards an individual who didn't exactly conform to the 'for the protection of the clan' way of thinking, and more towards the 'I'll do anything to get what I want' power hungry way of thinking. It hasn't happened yet, but, it could prove to leave him vulnerable to less than reputable influences taking hold of him if presented with the perfect combination of wrong things.
Even as a young kitten, Cormorantnose was a cat who easily observed various things. His eyes are quick, and sharp to pick up on various different things, and file them away in an almost methodical method. In short, Cormorantnose is always watching, and always listening to the various things in the environment around him, knowing that the information that he gains from them could prove to be useful. He's the cat who at a gathering would have the 'head whipping around in all directions' syndrome if there was anything of slight interest within the throng of feline bodies. Perhaps it could be taken as paranoid, perhaps it could be taken as creepy, but Cormorantnose is known for watching, and figuring out various things about others without much reason as to why, other than he just wants to know. This proves to be a positive thing in a situation where being observant could be a means of the perseverance of one's self. It could be negative in the situation of knowing something that he would probably be better off just not knowing.
We all know that one individual who never lets loose their anger, or really gives any big display of emotion. Cormorantnose is that individual, and it's perhaps a bit of a flaw. He internalizes everything, and holds in those emotions. Sometimes they're positive, sometimes they're negative, it's never really too far in one direction, for a majority of the time with him. Either way, it's perhaps a bit unhealthy on a psychological level, and in his younger moons lead to an outburst or two... Which, he usually tries to avoid, since he feels like if he were to display the wide array of emotions that he feels on a day to day basis, that others would loose respect for him, or not take him quite as seriously. After all, all so called business men, and well respected leaders often have a stoic demeanor, at least until they're alone. Sometimes the old tom will slip out in the wee hours of the night, to simply allow himself time to release what he's feeling, since he did learn from the outbursts he had in his past. It's not the smartest, or healthiest thing to keep those emotions in forever, but in Cormorantnose's mind, letting them out in the presence of others simply isn't the polite, and respectable thing to do. And those two things are very important too him, as instilled by his parents, who had very strong views on both.
Without faith, most warriors would perhaps feel lost in the general turmoil that makes up their day to day lives, and the social interactions between the clans. Without faith, it would be difficult for most to deal with things like battles, and death. At least, that is Cormorantnose's honest opinion on the matter. He cannot fathom living the life he lives, and having a peaceful night's sleep without some faith in the star-bound celestial cats above them looking over them, and giving purpose to the sometimes traumatic experiences that can happen in the life of a warrior.
One of the biggest faults in Cormorantnose's thought process is perhaps his tendency to hold grudges, almost the the point of it being a little... Intense. Why he behaves like this isn't quite known, it's only known that he does. If someone insults him, he will hold a bit of a grudge against that. If someone were to physically hurt him, he'd hold a much larger grudge against that. The intensity, and size of the grudge depends purely on the deed, and if the individual has crossed him in some way before. This trait was something that developed in his apprenticeship, as he watched another tom swoop in on the she-cat that he cared greatly for. The competition that ensued for her affections in the later part of their apprenticeship, into the early stages of their terms as warriors left Cormorantnose as a cat who could hold quite the grudge; especially when she chose the other tom over him. This sense that he had been wronged formed something within him that the old tom cat isn't quite proud of, but accepts as something as part of who he is, because without it... Would he really be the Cormorantnose that the borderline ancient cat sees himself as on the inside? Perhaps not..?
It's true that most everyone is a little critical of the things that they do in day-to-day life. Mistakes made in the course of the day, things said that could have been handled differently... Cormorantnose is a cat who takes this to an almost extreme level, that could perhaps become unhealthy if something too detrimental were to happen at his paws, or because of his orders. This is the reason that the old tom is very cautious in what he does, and says, thinking over things that are important quite a bit, analyzing them in ways that most really don't. He relies more on rational thought, rather than intuition or 'gut instinct.' This could be an annoyance to some who simply just act, rather than think... But, Cormorantnose needs to know, and be assured in himself that he's doing the right things, and taking the right actions. Because of this, any failures on his part tend to manifest into a thought process that is almost to the point of self-battery. Though, he tends to hide the fact that he does this, so, perhaps most that don't know him on a deeper level like some wouldn't realize this about the old cat.
Anxieties are nothing new in a mental standpoint. Everyone has them, to some degree or another. How they're expressed tends to differ from individual to individual. Cormorantnose tends to be one who doesn't show them with words, but these worries can be noticed through how he holds himself in the various situations that he finds himself. The major one for Cormorantnose is that things will go wrong, and this mostly stems from his habit of being self-critical, and there fore often worries that others will be just as critical of him, when in reality, chances are they probably wont. Though, the old tom doesn't quite realize the idea that others kind of don't care about the little things that the deputy tends to see a major failures on his part. Quite honestly, they probably don't even notice them like he does. Who really knows, either way, right?
before birth.
Cats, at least she-cat's in Cormorantnose's bloodline tend to have kits at a young age. His mother unbeknownst to even she herself had been pregnant with two kittens before she'd even taken her warrior name. The tom who'd sired them had been a senior warrior, Gorsewhisker, a much respected tom who was highly missed when a sudden pain in his chest took him by storm, and ripped from his grasp his life, in an almost violent manner. The tom's death had been sudden, and according to some it had seemed as if his very heart had exploded.
This had happened merely days before the birth of the young she-cat, Whitefeather's, kittens. They were never to be told how suddenly, and violently their father died, but instead were to be told that he died valiantly. In fact, for the first six moons of their lives, they weren't told that their father had even died; they were only aware that he wasn't a figure in their lives, within the nursery. There were two kittens, as referenced earlier: one she-cat, and one tom. The she-cat's name was Bitternkit, and the focus of our story here, was Cormorantkit. Both named for birds, which the young Whitefeather was quite intrigued by, and incredibly fond of. Though, of course, even to this day, if you were to ask Whitefeather the reason for her kit's names, she'd never admit that it was something as whimsical as 'I just like birds,' and she will insist that it was because of her kitten's coat colors, which struck her as similar to the birds they were named after. Her own mother and father though, and any cat who knew the free spirited young cat could assume, and rightfully so, that it was for the most whimsical of reasons.
kithood journey.
Ah, kithood. A time of clumsily trying to figure out the world, and the life of the cats around you, and trying to decide as to how exactly your fit into that life style. What's your niche? Your purpose? Your calling? These were questions that frequently floated in a four moon old Cormorantkit's mind. He was full of questions about everything, and was very apt to ask them to whoever would listen to what such a young mouth had to say. Bitternkit on the other hand, lacked questions, and wanted only fun, and adventures. Cormorantkit usually got into trouble because of his sister, who was very liable to talk her brother into sneaking out of camp. The amount of times their mother, and her brother, Greywhisker, tracked the two down half way across the clan's territory is almost too high a number for Cormorantnose as he is now to count. The young tom's kit hood other wise, was pretty average, aside from continuously asking 'who's my father?' and never getting a straight answer.
the gauntlet of apprenticeship.
Cormorantpaw was a fairly hard working apprentice, and not quite by choice. Part of him feared the harsh, almost perpetually angry mentor that he had been given. The old tom who at that point had been a senior warrior was a grouchy, opinionated cat, who would speak exactly what he thought regardless of how it might adversely effect someone such as a young apprentice. Criticism, and almost constant cynicism pushed Cormorantpaw to work as hard as his young body could handle.
Unlike many apprentices though, Cormorantpaw didn't receive his warrior name at fourteen moons. He was still an apprentice, when his sister had been ceremonially given her warrior name of Bitternfeather. The reasons for this are because of something that you can still notice even to this very day: listen closely when he walks, and in his right hind hip you'll hear a very distinct popping sound. At twelve moons, a slip from a tree branch during a training session sent the young tom plummeting to the ground, and landed wrong. The fall resulted in his hind leg getting popped out of place, a badly torn muscle, as well as a badly wretched paw.
Healing took much longer than any cat expected, resulting in many cats thinking that the young tom might be crippled for life, especially when his muscles became stiff, and easily made sore in the later parts of the healing process. Because of the fact that the medicine cat at that time hadn't been especially knowledgeable of joints being popped out of place, the effort to get it to slide back into place had been a three day long, quite painful experience for the young Cormorantpaw. Three moons spent healing fully, and another four spent catching up on his training left the tom receiving his warrior name of Cormorantnose at nineteen moons. When he did though, the praise he received from his mentor had been almost more so than he'd received from his mother.
gaining his deputy status.
Gaining his title of deputy was much of a surprise to Cormorantnose, who was now close too seventy moons old. Most cats would have retired to the elder's den by that point in their lives, old age having caught up to many of them. Cormorantnose on the other hand, seemed to be one of the few who would probably continue on their path as a warrior until the day he died; he was a dedicated tom, who got bored easily. The luxury of residing in the elder's den held no joy to the old tom, and he decided that he would keep going until his body simply couldn't deal with the life of a warrior anymore.
Struck by grief from the previous deputy's death, hearing his name be called out in the appointing ceremony had been quite the surprise, and one that Cormorantnose wasn't sure he was truly excited about. Honored, yes, but excited? Hardly so! Though, the tom has proved himself to be just as loyal and dedicated as a deputy, as he did as a warrior, and despite his rather old age, he's still one to enjoy flinging himself into the hardest, and thickest parts of clan life with the heart of a newly appointed warrior. So far, the old cat has had an almost uneventful deputyship under the current leader of the Clan. His life has been average, almost, aside from a few things that stuck out, which were the afore mentioned things. We'll just have to see what else can be added to Cormorantnose's history, as his life progresses onward as the deputy of Skyclan...
Cats, at least she-cat's in Cormorantnose's bloodline tend to have kits at a young age. His mother unbeknownst to even she herself had been pregnant with two kittens before she'd even taken her warrior name. The tom who'd sired them had been a senior warrior, Gorsewhisker, a much respected tom who was highly missed when a sudden pain in his chest took him by storm, and ripped from his grasp his life, in an almost violent manner. The tom's death had been sudden, and according to some it had seemed as if his very heart had exploded.
This had happened merely days before the birth of the young she-cat, Whitefeather's, kittens. They were never to be told how suddenly, and violently their father died, but instead were to be told that he died valiantly. In fact, for the first six moons of their lives, they weren't told that their father had even died; they were only aware that he wasn't a figure in their lives, within the nursery. There were two kittens, as referenced earlier: one she-cat, and one tom. The she-cat's name was Bitternkit, and the focus of our story here, was Cormorantkit. Both named for birds, which the young Whitefeather was quite intrigued by, and incredibly fond of. Though, of course, even to this day, if you were to ask Whitefeather the reason for her kit's names, she'd never admit that it was something as whimsical as 'I just like birds,' and she will insist that it was because of her kitten's coat colors, which struck her as similar to the birds they were named after. Her own mother and father though, and any cat who knew the free spirited young cat could assume, and rightfully so, that it was for the most whimsical of reasons.
kithood journey.
Ah, kithood. A time of clumsily trying to figure out the world, and the life of the cats around you, and trying to decide as to how exactly your fit into that life style. What's your niche? Your purpose? Your calling? These were questions that frequently floated in a four moon old Cormorantkit's mind. He was full of questions about everything, and was very apt to ask them to whoever would listen to what such a young mouth had to say. Bitternkit on the other hand, lacked questions, and wanted only fun, and adventures. Cormorantkit usually got into trouble because of his sister, who was very liable to talk her brother into sneaking out of camp. The amount of times their mother, and her brother, Greywhisker, tracked the two down half way across the clan's territory is almost too high a number for Cormorantnose as he is now to count. The young tom's kit hood other wise, was pretty average, aside from continuously asking 'who's my father?' and never getting a straight answer.
the gauntlet of apprenticeship.
Cormorantpaw was a fairly hard working apprentice, and not quite by choice. Part of him feared the harsh, almost perpetually angry mentor that he had been given. The old tom who at that point had been a senior warrior was a grouchy, opinionated cat, who would speak exactly what he thought regardless of how it might adversely effect someone such as a young apprentice. Criticism, and almost constant cynicism pushed Cormorantpaw to work as hard as his young body could handle.
Unlike many apprentices though, Cormorantpaw didn't receive his warrior name at fourteen moons. He was still an apprentice, when his sister had been ceremonially given her warrior name of Bitternfeather. The reasons for this are because of something that you can still notice even to this very day: listen closely when he walks, and in his right hind hip you'll hear a very distinct popping sound. At twelve moons, a slip from a tree branch during a training session sent the young tom plummeting to the ground, and landed wrong. The fall resulted in his hind leg getting popped out of place, a badly torn muscle, as well as a badly wretched paw.
Healing took much longer than any cat expected, resulting in many cats thinking that the young tom might be crippled for life, especially when his muscles became stiff, and easily made sore in the later parts of the healing process. Because of the fact that the medicine cat at that time hadn't been especially knowledgeable of joints being popped out of place, the effort to get it to slide back into place had been a three day long, quite painful experience for the young Cormorantpaw. Three moons spent healing fully, and another four spent catching up on his training left the tom receiving his warrior name of Cormorantnose at nineteen moons. When he did though, the praise he received from his mentor had been almost more so than he'd received from his mother.
gaining his deputy status.
Gaining his title of deputy was much of a surprise to Cormorantnose, who was now close too seventy moons old. Most cats would have retired to the elder's den by that point in their lives, old age having caught up to many of them. Cormorantnose on the other hand, seemed to be one of the few who would probably continue on their path as a warrior until the day he died; he was a dedicated tom, who got bored easily. The luxury of residing in the elder's den held no joy to the old tom, and he decided that he would keep going until his body simply couldn't deal with the life of a warrior anymore.
Struck by grief from the previous deputy's death, hearing his name be called out in the appointing ceremony had been quite the surprise, and one that Cormorantnose wasn't sure he was truly excited about. Honored, yes, but excited? Hardly so! Though, the tom has proved himself to be just as loyal and dedicated as a deputy, as he did as a warrior, and despite his rather old age, he's still one to enjoy flinging himself into the hardest, and thickest parts of clan life with the heart of a newly appointed warrior. So far, the old cat has had an almost uneventful deputyship under the current leader of the Clan. His life has been average, almost, aside from a few things that stuck out, which were the afore mentioned things. We'll just have to see what else can be added to Cormorantnose's history, as his life progresses onward as the deputy of Skyclan...
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