ELMPELT //

[fren]

[ELMPELT]
[elm: the bark from any of the ulmus species of tree.
pelt: the hide of an animal.]

[male]
[thunder]
[23]
[warrior]

____________[LOOKS]

His ears are set tall on top of his head, quite averagely though. They are not bigger than any other cats, and are probably smaller than most (if you count all the abnormally large ones too ;3) His ears are very much so representative of the rest of his pelt in coloration though. From the base of his ears is the light ashen-red color of his mask. This moves up his ear, creeping every so lightly until it finally turns to the creamy color of the rest of his pelt. Then, at a sharp cut off the cream turns white. This is like his gradual and sharp markings on the rest of his body. Elmpelt has smaller eyes than most cats do, more like a she-cat's than a toms. They sit further to the front of his face too, predator- not prey. His eyes are not the usual almond shape that a cat's are either and are more round. His eyes are a mustered yellow color, they are bright yet a dull color to offset this. He can be seen from a distance though as his eye color stands out from his otherwise plain pelt, and his dark mask. The whiskers above his eyes are long and creamy colored, they dangle down a little bit too, and it won't be long before they start poking him in the eye! His nose is very dainty like as well. Around his nose is a sharp cut off from the most concentrated brown-red part of his face. This spot on his nose, otherwise known as a "star", is not the creamy color of the rest of his pelt, and is instead white. His nose itself is a dark brown color, much like a chocolate, and points downwards, not up- yet still button like. The whiskers on the side of his face are white; however, the whiskers on his eyes are cream (but you don't really care >.> this is the babble slap) Anywho, his mask, like said before, is sharply concentrated on the center of his broad, heavy and wide face… it's a deep brown/red color like russet or an elm tree's bark and has a lighter colored, more peppered, ring around it that gradually fades back into cream.

His ears are set tall on top of his head, quite averagely though. They are not bigger than any other cats, and are probably smaller than most (if you count all the abnormally large ones too ;3) His ears are very much so representative of the rest of his pelt in coloration though. From the base of his ears is the light ashen-red color of his mask. This moves up his ear, creeping every so lightly until it finally turns to the creamy color of the rest of his pelt. Then, at a sharp cut off the cream turns white. This is like his gradual and sharp markings on the rest of his body. Elmpelt has smaller eyes than most cats do, more like a she-cat's than a toms. They sit further to the front of his face too, predator- not prey. His eyes are not the usual almond shape that a cat's are either and are more round. His eyes are a mustered yellow color, they are bright yet a dull color to offset this. He can be seen from a distance though as his eye color stands out from his otherwise plain pelt, and his dark mask. The whiskers above his eyes are long and creamy colored, they dangle down a little bit too, and it won't be long before they start poking him in the eye! His nose is very dainty like as well. Around his nose is a sharp cut off from the most concentrated brown-red part of his face. This spot on his nose, otherwise known as a "star", is not the creamy color of the rest of his pelt, and is instead white. His nose itself is a dark brown color, much like a chocolate, and points downwards, not up- yet still button like. The whiskers on the side of his face are white; however, the whiskers on his eyes are cream (but you don't really care >.> this is the babble slap) Anywho, his mask, like said before, is sharply concentrated on the center of his broad, heavy and wide face… it's a deep brown/red color like russet or an elm tree's bark and has a lighter colored, more peppered, ring around it that gradually fades back into cream.
Elmpelt's body is larger than your average cats, of Corse, with two giants for parents anyone will have that outcome. His body is not only long and tall, but it is also wide and stocky looking. It's obvious that the little kitty was never meant to be a fast hunter: a sly, light-footed cat: a climber: or a squeeze-through-the vines tom. He looks as though it would be harder to knock him over than it would a boulder. His shoulders are set a large distance across, meeting with his wide set hips as well, and is back is almost always bent and curved in an arch from his younger days. His tail, from a youthful experience attempting to climb a tree resulted in nothing less than his twisted and crooked tail and whiskers, and could also explain some of his mental qualities- er maybe that's just his age talking. Tolerance + Age = Decrease. The tom's fur is rather long too; it's light and wispy and never gives him a hassle in the winter. Its soft feeling, but isn't very smooth; its ends are bent and twisted and it's got a rather durable feel to it, much like horse tail. The fur near his paws is very short however, and is designed that way to keep it from picking up various objects as he walks, and making less noise on his heavily padded, pink feet. His pelt color on his body is nothing short of his face. He has a creamy golden color, that I'm not going to lie and say it "sparkles in the sun"because it doesn't in fact, nothing on him is that glorious, on most of it (Which is slowly peppering with gray due to his age). Much like on his nose, his paws cut off sharply from this golden color to a starched white (Though they're usually brown with mud). His tail is the creamy color, but fades into the ashen-red color that lines his head, and last but not least on the very end of his tail is the concentration of red/brown that is so apparent on his face.



____________[PERSONA]

Ever since Elmpelt was a very young kit living in the Thunderclan nursery, he has been caring to all others. His heart is so kind and large; it has room for all cats, even those he should probably have disliked. He doesn't care where you're from- though he isn't too tolerant of kittypets. Even if you were a loner, he would rush to be by your side in a heartbeat if necessary; but not to say that he'd just allow any cat in his territory. Always has he tried to make things easier for other cats, and in this way he has a horrible downfall. Elmpelt's biggest problem, most likely, is that he's willing to help cats, even those that would otherwise take advantage of him. He would be likely to help them even if he knew they'd take advantage of them. He's not fond of ignoring pleas for kindness or help, not matter what the harm to him may be. His friendship does, however, have it's limits and his temper does have an outrageous side to a … mostly subtle beginning.

The tom was never a very simple cat; never the one size fits all type of fellow. Having several sides to each personality, it's easy to understand how on one end he is utterly kind and friendly and on the other side he has a temperamental flare that can shake an entire camp. The tom is quite easily annoyed by little things if they pester him enough; it's not enough that he's kind but he can go to an outright, outstanding citizen to a tyrant who little kits would even fear. Little things that pester him wouldn't usually be so bothersome on his better days. For example, most of the time, kits would be his adoration; their fluffy fur, innocent questions, grateful attitudes and never-ending happiness. To have such energy to talk and play such frivolous games and to ignore and be ignorant of the dangers around you once more would be bliss… but then he has those days were that that same cute little kit could talk, and talk and talk, and talk all day long until the sun finally dropped below the horizon. Boy would he flip his lid! Elmpelt would probably be the first to take the kit by the scruff and toss it into the nursery. He would make sure that he'd never become a proper warrior if he didn't listen once in a while instead of blabbing. He isn't afraid of hurting the cat's feelings (on his bad days of corse) and if he depresses a warrior by telling them that they're nothing but a worthless slob- so be it. It's not likely he'd be like this too often however, as he's generally a happy-go-lucky type of guy, a caring, kit-like big tom cat that really does care for his warriors.

When hanging around other warriors, he considers himself "one of the gang". Elmpelt would be the last cat to abuse his authority and half the time he doesn't even know how much authority he really has. When he's in the warriors den (or near anyway) he'll hunt before he eats prey and sometimes if the deputy is still in camp he'll go on patrols with the other warriors. He loves to be considered one of the group- even though he obviously can't be all the time and he likes to feel accepted even if he wasn't a leader. It's uncharacteristic of him to mention that he's the leader if an unknown cat approached him. "I'll take it up with the leader" he would say instead of pointing out who he was. Some think he's being smart by avoiding a difficult decision there and then, but he feels almost modest about being leader. Being with the warriors isn't the only way he tries to downplay his rank, but following the orders of and helping the medicine cat and the elders is also a big thing for him as well. "Not only will it teach those kit's good manners to see their leader doing chores, but it will also eliminate any excuse they have for not doing it," he'd say. Always the role-model he knows he'd be, since after all most of the clan at least likes the leader, and so he's always one trying to influence the kits into having proper manners and behaving well. If there haven't been apprentices who need a good stern punishment, he would be the first to jump up, delightedly might I add parenthetically, and offer a paw to the elders. If he ever noticed a medicine cat who didn't have a good helping paw around when he or she needed one, Elmpelt would gladly do his best to look for and sort out herbs (even though he was never good at any of it, he still tries.).

Though Elmpelt is a big kit at heart, he still knows when to buckle down to get things done. If he's asked to do something trivial, he'll be the first to put it off and put it off, it's usually his deputy who scolds him for not doing something and then he'll spend an entire night fixing or doing whatever he was asked to do so that it's ready in the morning… but put under a heavy pressure situation he knows that he must come up with a decision and fast. Ever since Elmpelt was a young apprentice he's known that coming up with decisions slowly is bound to lead into trouble, but what frightens him is not his inability to make a decision, but his inability to follow through. Elmpelt is certainly not slow, therefore decision making can be very easy for him and it makes him rather smart in small talk while sharing tongues with his friends (yes, most leaders don't make "Friends" but Elmpelt makes close bonds ;3), but he doesn't like to get things done. His fast-paced movements and his "I want to do everything NOW" attitude does not apply when he has to do something that he doesn't want to do, much like a child he'll put it off until, finally, the scolding get's so loud and strenuous that he no longer wishes to be yelled at.

Many other terms can be used to describe him on his good days, and one seems to stand out; goofy. He is always out and always has a ton of energy to spare. When he was a kit, nighttime would fall and he'd be the first to throw a fit over objecting his mother's call to come in for the night. The rest of the kits, or some of them at least, were too tired to argue, some too tired to even stand, but he was always ready to go somewhere and do something- and still is. He always wants to be included in something, so much so that even the leader is considered a pest. He'll usually asks big questions that even some other cat's may not know, but he's usually thinking out loud to himself. He becomes a fictitious dreamer at times too, always daydreaming and wondering what life would be like if he were a better leader. He's even questioned what it would be like to not believe in StarClan, or what it would be like to be a kittypet- but he's always to absorbed in clan life and helping his clan mates to be serious about these thoughts. No, Elmpelt would never leave his clan, he's not like that.

Indeed Elmpelt is your typical leader at heart, which is probably what landed him that position. His clan has always come first in the face of danger, in the face of harsh weather, in the face of comfort, and even (yes big shocker) in the face of hunger. Throughout his life, he had never honestly thought about becoming the leader or any other respectable position, it was always "be the best warrior" he wanted to catch so much food for his clan that they would never go hungry again; he was determined to be so strong that his clan would never have to fight another battle. How foolish he must have been then. As he grew he realized that these things were not a possibility, but even then he was determined to make them so. His loyalty to StarClan had never once faltered- though he had always thought about things, whenever he decided to think about why StarClan wasn't real, he'd always come up with reasons why they were real. He constantly disproved all of his theories. 1: He'd never seen StarClan, so why believe in it? Well, hadn't he believed that the seasons changed but he'd never seen anyone flip a switch had he? 2: Medicine Cat's predictions didn't always come true! But … wasn't that the point of letting them know before the bad things happened? Any where he went, and everything he thought was always over analyzed to the point of no end, and this- perhaps also makes him a great leader… he actually thinks. One last determining factor? He doesn't care about one group in particular more than the others. Some leaders say "it's elders who make up the clan's wisdom!" others say "The apprentices are our future!" but he doesn't have a preference to any, if a cat helps the clan, it doesn't matter how they did it, it's just nice to know that they did.

There is another complete side to this lovable tom. He's absolutely a heart throb to the ladies. It's not that he's handsome or over-the-top, more-so he isn't even the kindest tom in the group. As he grew up with his sister's stories, he knows greatly the romance side. His personality is more than "womanizing" it goes far beyond that… and even shadows that in a sort of disillusion, instead he is a charmer. He's willing to do anything- not to get him noticed (because this would be vain and selfish) but so that he can make a she-cat happy. It's all part of his scheme really. His goal in life is love. Unfortunately, he's not serious enough to have a real relationship... is he?

He likes to explore and find new places. He likes to meet new cats, though isn't always a fan of some, and even likes making judgmental decisions about them. It isn't far from him to like to eat either- no he doesn't have a specific favorite food but food is one of his stronger points. He likes combat- though not if it risks his clan, what I mean is he likes to learn and even as an older warrior and (possibly) leader he was learning from other mentors while they trained their apprentices. He generally likes his sleep, though he doesn't take long naps, and never really "sleeps" for a long period of time at night- he likes the restful time. He loves to get up earlier than other cats and admire things around him, no not even the birds he plans on eating are exempt from this admiration.
He does not like to see fellow clan mates in unrest or danger. He constantly puts himself in these things but does not like to see others in danger. He doesn't like it when cats blatantly ignore him, even when he was an apprentice it bothered him. He doesn't like cats that rush through life- even though he might sound hypocritical he likes to "stop and smell the roses" every once in a while.

Hmm, alright, you want to know what Elmpelt is good at. There is one thing that sticks out the most, his memory. He doesn't have a talent, if you're talking physical, but he can memorize almost anything, instantly. Perhaps this is what makes him so good at his job, if a cat brings something up once- he remembers it and get's it done... if it's a big deal, though he's usually a little to lazy to get it done right away. He's also good at ... how should I say it... putting two and two together. He once wasn't when his sister had to tell him that a she-cat was interested in him, but now he has become much better. It only takes a little hint from a cat for him to understand what they're asking of him.
Elmpelt's inabilities are a tad more expendable than his abilities. He is not able to learn things quickly, but he can fix his mistakes. There is always one thing, however, that Elmpelt will never be good at- climbing trees. He climbed a tree once when he was an apprentice and fell flat on his face about half way up the trunk, another time he landed on his butt, a few more inches over half this time… resulting in his crooked tail- but he was a warrior then. He has never successfully climbed a tree to its first layer of limbs… heck he's never successfully climbed a tree trunk! Another thing the tom is absolutely incapable of doing is reading other toms. He understands what she-cat's want because of his wonderful sisters, but he's never had a real tom figure in his life. His father was there… but at the same time was never a cat to take his son on a "father-son" trip… it always consisted of the girls as well so he's never understood the way toms think.

Elmpelt is most afraid of loosing himself and his family and friends. Growing up he's never lost a family member, or even a close friend. There has never been a tragic loss so much as death in his closest circle. However, being leader he knows that it happens way to much… he knows that kits grow up without family and friends, and he knows that most cats aren't exactly the picture of perfection… so he knows that it could very-well happen to him one day and he's absolutely terrified of it!


____________[HISTORY]
Frostwhisker && Branchtail forever

Frostwhisker had grown up her entire kithood dreaming of that wonderful life. She had dreamed of the perfect tom to be her mate, the knight and shining armor. Her ideal tom was a caring tom, with lots of heart and the sweetest of intentions; she wanted one who would treat her like a queen and even if she didn't want him to, would be her loyal servant. She thought she'd found the perfect male; Branchtail. He was a strikingly handsome tom, so most would expect that he was self conceded and vain. Others may even think that there was no such thing as a perfect cat, but to Frostwhisker he was that perfect tom. The vowed to be together forever, and as far as Elmpelt knows they were. They had their first litter of kits; most of them were long furred like Frostwhisker, and had brown tabby markings like Branchtail. The first three were to be known as Elmpelt's older sisters and a crucial part to his knowledge of his parents and his concept of life. Elmpelt's litter came about nine moons later, his sisters ogled over the other two kits because they were both girls just like them. Lilykit was the only white one out of the six total cats; she was also the second smallest, then there was Brittlekit, he was the smallest of the group and was very unhealthy, he was an identical match to his father, brown with white paws and short fur. Elmpelt was like his mother mostly, long fur, with a white coat of fur, though he acquired a brown mask and paws from his father. His three older sisters were all almost identical, Birchpaw, Birdpaw, and Quickpaw. Quickpaw was also the only short hair of her group, and she was also the smallest. She was the first to move however, and the quickest to work her way to mothers milk (hence her name) Birchkit and Birdkit were both big, fluffy brown tabbies who thought themselves bosses because of their size, though bird took second in command under Birch.

The _{same old} song && Dance

Elmkit had a pretty uneventful kit-hood. His family was the typical stereotype; the father hunted while the queen stayed with the kits and chatted all day long about the other warriors with her friends. The first litter of kits had been almost ready to be warriors, at nine moons they had been apprenticed three moons before and were deep in their training with their mentors. Then there were the kits. It had never once crossed their mind to go on an adventure outside of camp and become evil kits who hunted leaves in the dense underbrush. Instead, the three kits would go out into the clearing and chase butterflies and leaves. Elmpelt was more interested in hunting frogs and eating any strange-smelling object he could. He was the typical tom kit, separated from the she-cats and doing his own thing. He often would wander upon the apprentice's den and stick his head in until his sisters would come out, and they always marched in the same order, Birchpaw, Birdpaw, and then Quickpaw. Birchpaw would look at him with a disdainful eye as if he was nothing but a ball of fur, while Quickpaw was on the opposite end, wondering why such a cute thing was playing all alone. It was obvious that Birdpaw felt the same way, but whenever she was around Birchpaw she took on the "follower" air and pranced about like she was better than everyone else- except Birchpaw. But while his younger sister Lilykit was playing with her kit friends, Brittlekit sat on the sideline because of her size and the look of utter breakage that spread across her frame. She didn't talk much, but it was obvious she didn't care that Lilykit was doing something else, she and Elmkit had enough fun themselves, going into the medicine cat's den and pestering her until she finally kicked them out. After a while, Elmkit and Brittlekit made friends with the apprentices rather than the kits. The other kits were too interested in playing and rough housing, while the apprentices were laid back and only talked about training (which was, in fact, the center of Elmkit's attention.)

O' The stories && Fables

Because Frostwhisker was such a young cat and Branchtail was much older, there was a buzz around camp from the time of her first litter and the time of her second. She had only just become a warrior and most speculated she was only avoiding her duties by becoming a queen. Nevertheless the two were inseparable and though they never refuted the ridiculous rumors, for they were just that; ridiculous, they never let anything come between them. On the other hand, because of the malicious things that would be said, they rarely ever told their kits about the time they met, even though Quickpaw and Lilykit were always interested in the romantic side of their parent's lives. When the kits received little information from their parents, they moved to their older siblings. Elmkit was the first to ask, but only because he wondered why his parents were so secretive. His sisters were always the group of romanticists, well Birdpaw and Quickpaw anyway. The other four: Elmkit, Lilykit, Brittlekit and Birchpaw, would gather around and listen to their stories. Birdpaw and Quickpaw would make up giant romance tales about how their parents got together. In one tale, the apprentices were describing how their mother was trapped by an evil badger and their father stood up and attacked the brute all by himself, he- in the end- only had a broken leg and was unconscious, and their mother had to drag him to the medicine cats den and she grieved over him until miraculously he awoke. There was another tale about how their parents were best friends and he sang to her every night before they went to sleep until finally she burst out that she loved him. Elmkit never knew which one was real or if any of them were, and if his whole family weren't a bunch of she-kits he would have been playing with his brothers instead of listening to the mushy love stories, but they forever have influenced him on the way love should be in a she-cats eyes. He realized that all she-cats thought basically the same thing, that a sensitive tom who wasn't interested in being the best was the right path to take.

Teach me && let me

As Elmpaw grew, he became more and more interested in becoming a warrior. When the leader made him an apprentice, he envied his mentor Silverthroat. The she-cat was not bulky like Elmpaw was, she was swift and light weight making her a wonderful hunter. Elmpaw knew that's why the leader had given him to her.. he proved to be wonderful when it came to their combat training, before long he was able to get below her, even though he was still never able to land a paw on the fleet-footed she-cat. Soon though, she asked Brittlekit's mentor, Redbelly, to help her with Elmpaw's combat. He was getting faster and improving on his speed but he was a bulky cat and deserved a few battles with a cat of the like. Redbelly was a brawny she-cat much like Elmpaw. She had a thick face and a wide set body, she wasn't much for running, or climbing, and could barely jump a mouse length in the air, but she was strong and helped Elmpaw to improve. Soon though, it became obvious that while his combat was a strong point- his hunting was severely lacking. The combat training stopped and his young mentor took him out to hunt, he was slowly picking up speed but his paws were heavier sounding than an elephants. His favorite prey to eat was always a good ground squirrel but he rarely ever managed to catch the slowest of the slow. Hare's were also a favorite but as rare as they were, it was even rarer if he caught one! Eventually though, he caught up with the other apprentices, though he was no match for some of the better hunters like his sister Brittlepaw. Her great hunting abilities had finally earned her a title among the group. She was no longer that shy little she-cat that no one knew anything about but was one of the best hunters in the apprentice's den. She was not popular, but she wasn't a no-body like Elmpaw.. just one of those cats, but neither one of them were as secluded, yet popular at the same time as Lilypaw. Growing up with the romantic tales her sister raved on about, it was no wonder that Lilypaw would learn to dream and fantasize about her own romance. Unfortunately, the beautiful she-cat was mostly ignored by the other she-cats because of her pretty face. They were considered "jealous" of her by Lilypaw's older sisters, but it still made her angry, and she thought that the toms felt wary of her too. With a low self-esteem, she pumped herself up on the outside with strong opinions and a closed mind. She threw herself out there as an "easy" she-cat always treating toms in the same fashion- overly caring and flirtatious; she flaunted her good features so much with her sashaying about that it seemed like she was becoming more of a pest than anything else, but happily to Elmpaw she would grow to realize how frivolous her behavior was.


Us now && then

The three sisters, on the other hand, had grown to out learn their mentors. They had become warriors finally and, in their eyes, life was sweet, except for one. Birchclaw had been named rightly so after her vicious and demanding-like dominant personality, Birdheart because of the wonderful sort of cat she really was, under her sisters watchful gaze. And Quickfeather for the same reason, but also because of her outgoing behavior, unlike her sister Birdheart. But unlike her two sisters, Quickfeather was bored with clan life. She had seen it all and had not been a fan of StarClan for some unknown reason. She had the perfect life it seemed! She had one bossy sister, that had given up trying to corrupt her loud mouthiest sister, and a kind and caring support system, she had even met a tom! But the trouble started there. She had romance and the love that she had made stories of when she was an apprentice were coming true- he was just a tad self absorbed. (Now I promised no deaths, but I had to get rid of her somehow. Fortunately, it's still a happy atypical ending ;3) The two warriors were now becoming aware that Quickfeather was so full of energy that she had to leave and see more things, clan life and the same forest over and over again, while comforting, wasn't living life to its fullest, so Quickfeather and Robinhoodwhisker set off to find their own adventures. This had disheartened Elmpaw, for when he awoke in the morning with a mouth full of prey for his sisters- he saw she had left without saying anything to him. Birdheart was the one to break it to him that she had left. It didn't bother him as much as he thought it would at first though. He knew that she had trained hard as an apprentice and though she wasn't nearly as experienced as he'd liked her to be, she was traveling with a more experienced warrior. They could handle themselves and he was just happy that she was enjoying her life.

How we've grown && loved

Now, by this time, Elmpaw had become quite an apt student. He was not the best hunter or fighter, but he knew the lay of the land like the back of his paw. He spent numerous hours just walking around territory and jumped at every chance he got to go on patrol. He wanted to become the best warrior there was, but his abilities were just lacking, he was average in everything. The time came when their twelfth moon was hit and the three were to become warriors. However, as everyone knows, a mentor has to tell the leader that their apprentice is ready, before the leader can do anything about it. Lilypaw's mentor, Yellowclaw, was the first to announce that his apprentice was ready to become a warrior. 'Unlikely,' thought the other two kits as Lilypaw had done nothing but become a pester; maybe that was why he was urging her to leave him in peace. Then Redbelly mentioned something about her apprentice Brittlepaw being ready for warrior life. But that slick mentor of his, Silverthroat, refused to admit that Elmpaw was ready to become a warrior. Why had she kept him back though? The young warrior would surely want to rid herself of an apprentice, especially if the apprentice was a good enough hunter, a good enough fighter and knew the territory as well as their leader did, right? Well, it turned out to be very wrong. Lilywhisker got her name first, then Brittlecloud and while Elmpaw was hyping himself up, the leader concluded the ceremonies. Furious, and now knowing why he had not become a warrior, he stormed over to Silverthroat. He didn't have to ask when he came up to her, she knew what the whole thing was about, why hadn't he become a warrior? She had not a good excuse to give and ignored him for a while- it was Lilywhisker of all cats who finally told him the truth. Silverthroat liked him. "Well of Corse she likes me, we're the best of friends!" but Elmpaw didn't understand what Lilywhisker meant. The small, young warrior liked the large, older apprentice. It wasn't such an awful thought though, they were not that distant in ages, in fact if the leader hadn't been low on experienced warriors, she wouldn’t have been assigned an apprentice at such an early age, but so it had happened. There was one small problem; Elmpaw didn't like her in the same way at all. The tom had grown to love her like a sister, or even a mother and it made him a bit uneasy to think of love. Oh how hard it was for him to avoid her for so long, perhaps if they had not met the way they did, things would be different, but he; unlike other toms his age, was still lagging far behind in the "she-cats have cooties" stage of his life. Avoiding her got tiresome, though, and after a near moon of it, they decided to have a talk… She would back off, and as he would later find out, he would have feelings for her after his warrior moons had passed. And thus he was finally named Elmpelt.

Can you love me now?;

Oh how he took to being a warrior like glue takes to sticking! His entire life revolved around his clan, and he sucked in every moment of it. He had almost forgotten about his sister's leaving, but when he remembered her (Even though he remembered her fondly) He wondered how anyone could ever leave the clans. They were his family, even if they weren't directly related to him. He always looked out and had enough energy to become the lone wolf. He'd hunt from sun up to sun down and take naps in clearings in-between kills. His agility was growing as well, though this was mainly due to becoming a more experienced hunter. His life was changing on the inside too, and feelings for she-cats were developing. He noticed how pretty his sisters were, and how pretty some of the other warriors were as well. He was starting to like them and was coming up with ways to make himself look good, completely disregarding the lesson he'd learned when his sisters told him stories. With no such luck though. Finally, he remembered that the only type of tom those silly she-cat's spoke of was one who didn't care about himself and was more interested in making the she-cat happy. It was then, when he started to develop feelings for his old mentor Silverthroat. She however, had pushed her feelings for him aside, she had cast him off as a puppy love of hers and was already moving on, and she'd found another tom who liked her back. Elmpelt hardly seemed to notice though, as he tried to win her over… and all it did was make the other tom, Blackear angry. He had seen the way she used to look at Elmpelt and jealousy was on the rise, not to mention, Lilywhisker made everything worse.

Her mouth! Oh how the child's mouth was deafening! Her intentions, don't get me wrong, were good; she wanted her brother to have everything in the world, but the way she went about it was wrong. One evening she took the opportunity to talk to Silverthroat on a patrol the she-cat was for once without Blackear by her side, hovering like an air craft. Elmpaw never learned of what exactly Liklywhisker said to Silverthroat but whatever it was it fired her up. She was so angry that the first thing she did was wake up Blackear and the two of them came storming out of the warriors den. She screamed at Elmpelt yelling words that he didn't understand for her rage had frightened him- what Blackear would do frightened him more though. And good for Elmpelt, the two left to go "blow off steam" at Blackear's suggestion. This upset Elmpelt, and for good reason; he rarely talks to Lilywhisker much anymore.

When he reached his twenty second moon, he was appointed a funny little apprentice named Maskpaw. She was an over-achiever in everything and was incredibly skilled when it came to climbing trees. The only problem she had was focusing her energy on one thing at a time. She often caused trouble, pulling pranks and attacking Elmpelt from behind whenever she found the chance. She grew to him like a daughter grows to a father. Elmpelt knew that her father had died of white cough the past leaf-bare, he was caught with it and died only a few days before the little kit was born, he felt bad when he learned that she had a littermate who also died because he was small and the winter was not a great time for kit's to be born. She was always so happy though and would always become astute and listen when Elmpelt gave instruction. It was cute, he thought, how she looked up to him, and even when they weren't training she would stay by his side and eat with him, share tongues with him, and be one of his closest friends. In fact, Elmpelt had been rejected as a warrior when it came to the "Popular" crowed anyway. He, as an apprentice, hanged out with all of the older cats, but now he was too much of a kit, too silly and was seen as a loner at times to his fellow warriors. She had given him a true friend, because she was always by his side, and they always exchanged information, he would teach her something and she'd rave on about some story that she'd made up… but he liked listening to her stories and when she was about to become a warrior, it saddened him to think that he might loose that connection. 'Maskfur'

To be the average warrior;

Fortunately, as she grew, Elmpelt and his past apprentice had only gotten closer. The two of them were like father and daughter and she was certainly winning her way through the ranks of the other warriors. He must have done a good job with something because he even considered that he was the one who taught her (not only hunting and fighting and warrior things) but the morals of life that usual mothers would teach. As she gained in ranks, so did he. He felt like he was riding on the fact that his "daughter" was popular, and it was indeed just that. He didn't like it but it couldn't be helped. He tried to avoid it a lot of the time by not going on outings with her and her friends, instead he would hang around the elders den. The elder's den was always his favorite place to visit… as a kit and even apprentice he'd grown up on his sisters tall tales, it was no wonder that as a warrior he would learn to love the elders true stories of the past. He gained even more wisdom on StarClan and became, again, an apprentice of sorts under the tutelage of the elders.


____________[IC]

Soft paw-steps hit the ground; they were quiet enough to sound like an apprentice, yet still loud enough to scare off near-by prey. One after another the white paws sunk into the sheets of ice and snow sinking deeply and freezing for a moment. When he lifted his short-haired paws, the long fur on his legs had clumps of snow clinging to them hopefully, like a child wanting warmth.

His entire body flopped to the ground in aggravation. 'Why!' he hissed mentally kicking himself in the rear. It was an attempt… and not a good one at that, to become a light footed cat. Let's be honest here though… it was never meant to happen. He was never meant to be light-footed.

He sat up abruptly, tearing his creamy pelt from freezing to the ground. His ears pricked forward and his russet face glanced feverishly from side to side. What was he so paranoid about? He was in his own den, no one was going to come in and wonder why he was creeping around like a fox in a polar bear den. He shook off the feeling of embarrassment that he was sure would envelop him if were caught acting like a kit.

"Elmpelt, you're a big kitty now. Act like it."
He growled at himself inside of his head before trotting forward and out of his den. He was supposed to do something, but as usual he didn't care enough to get it done. Who cared about getting anything done? Not he. His eyes glanced around the camp- their mustard coloring seeming to pop from his dark fur, which in turn popped from the white snow.

The first thing that hit his mind this early morning was food. The taste of a nice hare hit his taste buds in an absurd fashion of fantasy. He wanted so much to taste its limber muscles and its partially rotten flesh. Food was amazing to him, but he would not go as far as to eat before hunting however, it was not his way, and he focused instead on finding a nice conversation with a nice warrior, or apprentice, or kit, or elder, or cat-of-his-clan.

He looked up at the dark sky, the dim sun lingered behind a lone cloud, even though it seemed like all should be awake, it was earlier morning than most warriors cared to lift themselves from. He watched as the thin cloud slowly crept across the royal-blue backdrop until its tail had finally left the last ray of the Antarctic sun.

____________[FAMILY]

Frostwhisker - Mother
Branchtail - Father

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Birchpaw - Elder sister
Birdpaw - Elder sister
Quickpaw - Elder sister
Lilykit - Sister
Brittlekit - Brother


____________[PASSWORD]

Aurora

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