MarshFlight [ShadowClan]

[FireFlyDragon]

[MarshFlight]
[ Marsh - A tract of low wet land, often treeless and periodically inundated, generally characterized by a growth of grasses, sedges, cattails, and rushes.
Flight - The act, manner, or power of flying. ]

[Tom ]
[ShodowClan]
[23 moons]
[Warrior/Deputy]

____________[LOOKS]

He has a large and strong build overall. Broad shoulders and lean, but muscular hindquarters to boot. Though he is evidently large and no doubt powerful his pale green eyes hardly ever hold anything like hatred or anger. His medium length, and soft to the touch pelt is mottled with black, browns and oranges. Most of the black resides around his head, the left side, including his jowls and the corner of his chin are perhaps the only place of almost solid color. His long and gently curving whiskers are of white, and his nose shows a hint of pink underneath all the black. His face looks slightly squished, his muzzle being shorter then some cats, though it’s not very noticeable. His tail is a good length -and quite thin-, for when sitting it can easily reach around his forepaws. It is the same mottled pattern as his body, though there is more of an orange hint to it. His chest holds a rather small ribcage and there for lungs, the warrior can at times be easily winded.

____________[PERSONA]

Marshflight has never hated or despised another cat to the point of unsheathed claws, and even to the end of his warrior life it wouldn’t be a surprise if he never did. For despite his large size and strength he acts more like a happy-go-lucky apprentice, minus the possible complaining/bending of the warrior code the young title might bring with it. He is calm, easy-going and more or less docile to all senior cats in the clan. But he isn’t one to push around, for despite his calm manor he can summon a roar like those from LionClan. He easily forgives after outburst though and hardly ever holds a grudge. If he does act a little cold to you, be careful, because it usually means you have done something very wrong. His main code is respect –apart from the warrior code- and in giving it to others he expects the same treatment back, especially from younger cats. He isn’t necessarily the most understanding cat though and it usually leads to trouble with other cats who have had bad pasts. This is because he had quite an easy kit-hood and apprentice-ship, nothing very extreme happened and he was always the kind that felt detached from other’s pain. Not to say he doesn’t worry about others, hes quite attached to all of his clanmates and would gladly give his life for any of them, even if they wouldn’t return the favor. Kits turn him into a very loving, yet nervous individual. He has had more then experience where his size had caused some problems when dealing with the soft bundles he cared for so much.

____________[HISTORY]

Marshflight had been a very manageable kit, and in being the only kit in a moderate leaf-bare his mother found some comfort that he would survive to New-leaf, possibly even thrive. True to his mother’s expectations he continued to grow, quite rapidly, until his sixth moon. He was already a good deal larger then any other kit when apprenticed and he took pride in his form, though didn’t flaunt it. Upon moving into the apprentice den he faced some awed, and sometimes startled looks when he did his duties around camp from the apprentices, for some found his large size strange and sometimes daunting. The kits were especially impressed by the size of his paws, tail, even his nose and would always send some backing away to their mothers, or others rushing over to him, curious about how he got so big.

He easily ignored the more searching looks and soon the others began to forget about the difference, especially when they all got to know each other and his personality began to shine. His kind and easy-going nature was quite unexpected to some cats, and some had to take more time to get used to it then others. The rest of his apprentice-ship flashed by with happy, decent moons until the night of his warrior ceremony dawned.

His parents, upon receiving an important warrior mission, had to leave before his ceremony took place that evening, and with sorrowful goodbyes they went on their way. No cat really knew what their duty was, and no cat asked. Trusting their leader to tell them when the time was right. They never returned.

Marshflight often wondered what had happened to them, and he always looked back at the memories he shared with his parents with happy thoughts. After all, he had no idea –and no other cat did as well- if they were dead or alive. The uncertainty of their fate brought him comfort, and he took his loss well. Even to this day he bears no ill feelings, and holds little sorrow at their empty presence.

As he grew older he was there to see Sharpstar take over the clan at Echostar’s disaperence, and although he was saddened by this change he grew accustom to it quickly. Something else was to be thrown at him though, Sharpstar; having only recently returned and been deemed deputy by the late leader turned to him and placed his trust in the molted tom; appointing him as deputy. Marshflight, though stunned and nervous about the coming moons agreed; along with the task of being mentor to said warrior’s daughter Nightpaw.

Everything had been going along smoothly, the weather turning into leaf-fall and then leaf-bare as time progressed; though something happened as the leaves slipped from the trees. Sharpstar disappeared. Marshflight an already young an inexperienced warrior and deputy was suddenly thrown into the position of leading the clan; and it truly frightened him at that time.

As the tom fought to hold himself together with his fear and uncertainty he and Nightpaw; though only being together for a short while grew together in their need of comfort and assurance, the two forming a tight bond. Marshflight though was unknowing of how close they had really grown, and oblivious he saw nothing other then friendship between them.

They both were tested as the gathering approached; Marshflight having held off in heading to moonstone to be granted his nine lives until they couldn’t wait any longer; the clan still holding out hope for Sharpstar’s return. At that gathering of the clan Marshflight was introduced to the other leaders, Spicestar, Riverstar, and Duskstar; all but the first striking an ill feeling within his gut. These feelings were proven true as the dark tom of ThunderClan bore it all at that gathering; announcing that RiverClan and ThunderClan had merged together to form a single entity in the harsh leaf-bare.

That gathering; though tense and robbing of hope brought a miracle to his Clan; Sharpstar appearing as they all began to broke up, coming to formally announce Marshflight’s deputyship to the whole gathering…That was an immense honor; the tom unable to think of a time it had happened before. But he didn’t wallow in his pride as the clans began to depart, only worrying for his leader’s health as his mysterious journey had riddled him with wounds. They all returned home safely that night; though war was on its way.

Dawns passed, and no traces of attacks or spying had been found along the boarders, somewhat calming the clan of the approaching battle they knew would come; though the clam before the storm wasn’t all the quiet. A loner had come to the clan, wishing to aide them in the battle to come and though cautious him and Sharpstar allowed her presence for the time being; finding her wishes to be sincere. Something even bigger then that occurred though; and it all began with a failure of a hunting trip on Marshflight’s part.

The wild around him holding no prey for the time being the tom had gone off to quickly check the boarders before heading back, wanting to be able to reassure the other back at camp nothing was out of the ordinary. It was infact though, and raised voices brought Marshflight to the scene which held Warhawk and the ThunderClan leader upon ShadowClan soil.

He and the already wounded leader battled for a time; Marshflight being able to hold his own against the dark tom as the fight ensued. But as he was momentarily thrown back Warhawk got herself entangled with the lust driven warrior, and Marshflight had been unable to drag him down fast enough. That’s when Stormcry had intervened; and the two battled side by side until the great cat had taken Stormcry down with unconsciousness, turning onto the now sole warrior before him. He had nearly died in those next minutes; the enraged form above him attempting to strangle him to death.

As Marshflight entered unconsciousness he found himself standing before his parents; their pelts glittering with StarClan as they spoke to him; his mind suddenly awakening to realize he wanted to live; for Nightpaw, that he loved his apprentice and wanted to see her become a warrior if only. With these thoughts and new knowledge waking him from the dark he turned onto the triumphant leader; relieving him of a life before heading back to the ShadowClan camp. He was bloodied with a deep gash along his jaw line and a minor tear to his shoulder; his gaze dizzy and throat achy as he stumbled home with Stormcry. But he was alive to see Nightpaw once again.



____________[IC]

IC in another bio, though it is on hold at the moment. [Refer to Rootpaw]

____________[FAMILY]

Mother – Gladeheart[Unknown]
Father – Thrushpelt[Unknown]
____________[PASSWORD]

Aroura

[Silver]

You even got the password right!! Accepted, since I'm being kind and letting the IC slide.

[FireFlyDragon]

=D Thank you! But if you wanted me to write another IC I would gladly do it, I just couldn't really think up a good situation for him to be in at the time. But I'm sure I could come up with something in the end!