Tigerwhisker

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Tigerwhisker

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"To learn as much as one can teach you, that is called being apprenticed. To learn what Sequence taught me... That... That is called being fathered."

~ Tigerwhisker

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Name |
Tigerwhisker


Gender |
Tom


Age |
32 Moons


Rank
Warrior


Beliefs
Tigerwhisker's beliefs vary. He believes what he wants to believe when he wants to believe it, more or less. He'll never be able to rid himself of the knowledge of StarClan, he's heard too much, seen too much. He watched as the leaders went for their nine lives, and he knows they changed during that time. So does he believe in StarClan? Yep. Does he believe they can change things? Nope. Only warn the cats closest to them.


Clan |
StreamClan


Parents |
Caliph {dad}-NP- x Liona {mom}-NP-


Siblings |
Liontail {brother} -NP-


Other Kin |
Probably cousins and stuff.


Mate |
Not yet


Crush |
Not yet


Kits |
Not yet


Apprentice/Mentor |
Mousepaw


Appearance |
Tigerwhisker is a large, brown tabby. He's built for battle, but rarely choses fighting over talking things out. His paws are extremely large which gives him an excellent advantage when he needs to cover a large bit of land. Their size acts as a "board" from which he can launch from. His back legs are also large, built with muscle. That plus his paws lets him jump easily.

The tom's tail is nice and long, providing excellent balance for him. Most of the time you'll see him wrap it tightly around his paws to give him a firm stance. His ears stand balanced perfectly on his head, and are a little large than most cat's. His whiskers are white and long, drooping down from his scarred muzzle.

Tigerwhisker's fur is long where it wants to be, short where it doesn't. Mostly around his chest and stomach is the fur long. His tail, face, back, and legs are covered in shorter fur that rarely grows out. It makes him look a little odd, but he doesn't mind. In the summer the longer parts tend to shed quickly, making it easier for him to give effort during Green-Leaf. In the winter, however, it takes longer to grow back.

The majority of Tigerwhisker's fur is a mid-toned brown, from head to tail. On his stomach the mid-tone gets a little darker. His face has tuffs of white, making it seems lighter. Tigerwhisker is indeed, a tabby. His stripes are bold and black, covering all of his body. Starting with the heavy "M" shape on his forehead, to the lines that spread from his muzzle and eyes. The stripes go quickly along his flanks and back, not as visible on his darker stomach. His legs look almost completely black because of the stripes, but the brown cat still be seen. His tail seems to be the only place where the stripes give up on their mission to cover his entire body.

His eyes are a sharp yellow green color. Around the outside they are yellow, turning darker as the near his pupils. The color closest to his pupils is a dark, rich green. His right eye has a ring of random amber around the outside of his eye, something he takes as a comfort, knowing he is different in more ways than one.


Personality |
Tigerwhisker is a peaceful cat. He's never found much of a liking to fighting, words being a much more civil way to solve things. Though, his size makes him look like a practiced fighter. And indeed, he can be seen using his girth as a front to making other cats think he is a fighter. Just to give them a bit of a scare and leave him (and his clan) alone.

We he speaks, Tigerwhisker has attention. His voice is powerful and strong, almost forcing others to listen to him. And he has quite the way with words, making it easy to persuade a cat to do this or that. His opinion matters a lot to him, and he will never hold it back. If it causes a war, so be it. As long as cats know what his thoughts are on the matter, it's fine with him.

When meeting a new cat, Tigerwhisker is polite. He keeps in mind their differences and tries to stress their similarities. Making and keeping new friends (especially those from other clans) is one of his highest goals. It's not because having friends spread out might make it easier for him to gain secret information. But because his mentor, Sequence, always told him :

"Cats have culture. Each individual feline has a culture. Learn the culture, speak the cat's language, and you'll benefit, young Liono."

Like most cats, Tigerwhisker has a temper. But he's learn to control it a bit. Now he'll rarely lash at anyone unless he finds them a direct insult. Or a really annoying piece of mouse dung. In all seriousness, Tigerwhisker cannot stand new warriors. Acting like they're on top of the world, when they still have so much to learn. Apprentice and kits are just find in his book. In fact, he likes them. But young warriors are just the worst.

On a rainy day, you'll probably find him basking on a rock covered by a tree, staying barely dry as he watches the river twist in turn in the storm. Storms always bring back memories of Sequence, so as long as he's got nothing to do, he'll sit and reflect on his time with the old tom. Sunny days bring a smile to Tigerwhisker's face, though. They remind him of a time when he and his brother would sit in a holly bush, playing Fox and Badger until the sun set and their mother called them in. Tigerwhisker is noticeably happy on sunny days.

To his brother, Tigerwhisker is still the happy-go-lucky tom that he was during their time as kits. The two often refer to each other by their old names, earning them confused looks from other cats which they shake off. Despite how much Tigerwhisker has matured from their time with Sequence, Liontail still pictures the old Liono whenever around Tigerwhisker.

When Tigerwhisker finds something to care about, he never lets it go. He'll protect it with all his might and takes it personally if it gets harmed.

"You smother things, Liono," Lionos said abruptly, yanking his brother from his thoughts. "You smother and care for them. But so much so that they cannot care for themselves if you were to leave. Don't smother me, Liono."

Of course, Liono never listened. That one conversation, the one thought from Lionos seemed to be the only thing to ever yank the brothers apart.

Overall, Tigerwhisker is a caring, considerate cat. He has ambition, yes, but would never take it to a level that led him to being exile, or worse, killed by his foolishness. He's firm in his opinions and stands strong in his beliefs, even if the major topic seems to be something he can never chose on. The cats closest to him experience a caring level that almost is too much, and the cats that have made him their enemy are always looking over their shoulder for his bright colored eyes.


Skills |
Despite his size, Tigerwhisker is not a fighter. He never found pleasure in fighting to win things, so he never practiced. Of course, when battle does come, he is a ferocious mess of fur. But that's only because of his size. He has no real skill to back him up. A smarter, more trained cat could easily beat him if Tigerwhisker slipped up.

What he is good at is tracking. It's been said he could find a butterfly's trail two days after rain. Tigerwhisker was named for his tracking powers, and holds his suffix proudly. Being a good tracker has also made him a decent hunter, he can often be seen bringing back load after load of prey for his clan.


History |
Tigerwhisker was born to his mother, a loner named Liona. At the time, he was called Liono, his brother, Lionos. It was a family traditional that the names of the sons were similar to their mother, and that the daughters had names similar to their fathers. But Liono and Lionos never met their father. His mother always told him that his father, a rogue named Caliph, had died before they were born. Did Liono believe it? No way.

Liono and Lionos lived a happy first few moons, playing like other kits, meeting new people, even getting basic training for their mother. Liona was a twoleg-cat. Not a kittypet, oh no. But she spent a lot of time with the twolegs, letting them pet her and praise her. She never ate from them or stayed with them, however.

As the two toms got older, than realized that they didn't want the life their mother had. They wanted to become stronger, become true cats of the forest. So at the age of eight moons, they said good bye to their mother, and left to live deep in the woods. Occasionally they would visit her, normally once a moon or so.

The two toms found another, older tom by the name of Sequence. He was strong, wise, and brave, and immediately took the younger toms under his wing. For moons they trained, spending excess time on everything and anything. Sequence wanted the toms to be practiced in every aspect of forest life.
Liono never took a liking to fighting though, and his brother never liked hunting.

They would often tell their mentor that they would never leave each other and completely the other's weakness. That way they did not need to become practiced in what did not interest them. With a smile and a nod, Sequence agreed. But he still made sure the young toms knew enough to get by in case they ended up separating from another.

"Liono, Lionos," the old tom croaked, his green eyes glazed over in pain. The two tom-cats looked down at their mentor, not able to realize what happened. The tree that had fallen seemed invisible to them, despite how it pinned down the tom they could easily call "Father".

"Sequence...?" Lionos spoke first, his bright ginger fur splattered with blood from his cuts. But he paid no attention to them.

"The one thing I never taught you," it was a struggle to hear the tom over the roar of the storm. "Death... is not your enemy. It seeks you, finds you, and gives you time before it takes you. Death is kind... it's fair." The tom's voice was fading quickly, the light in his eyes already gone. "Don't fight against death. But don't fight for it. Let it... let it..." A crash of lightning, and he was gone.

The two toms traveled back to their mother, both mourning the loss of their mentor. They explained to the old she-cat what happened and exactly what Sequence was to them. Liona looked on with sad eyes, keeping the secret from them even longer.

"Sequence," she said, trying to get used to the name. "Would want you to continue as forest cats. I am too old, but you are still kits! Or at least, you are to my eyes." The toms were far from kits, though. "There is a group of cats forming what they call clans not too far from here. Join them and carry the legacy of the forest cat."

The two toms traveled to the new area where the clans were being formed. Their time with Sequence had brought them closer to the river as an element, so they did not hesitate to join StreamClan. Liono was renamed Tigerwhisker, Lionos, Liontail.

He now helps take care of StreamClan, carrying the memory of the forest cat.


Role Play Example |
Darkness. Gray cover, wet drops, crashing thunder. Storm. Tigerwhisker's ears pricked slightly as the storm yanked him from his sleep. Slowly his eyes opened, the yellow green color breaking through the darkness of the warrior den. The strange amber ring around his right eyes seemed to glow with a new intensity, fueled by the storm itself. Glancing around the dark den, Tigerwhisker made sure he was the only one awake, before standing from his mossy nest. It would be hard to pick his way around each cat. But he'd do it with the same deter-

"Ouch!" Damn. The large tom stepped shyly away from the cat's tail he had stepped on.

"Clumsy furball," the now-awake cat hissed. "If you want to get me up, don't step on my tail." Liontail stood up then, his ginger fur brightened by the moon that had not yet been covered by the storm. "Why are you up?"

"Storm," Tigerwhisker said softly, padding out of the den with a flick of his tail. His brother looked confused for a moment before sighing and following the large tom.

"Whatever," Liontail mumbled. The two traveled in silence from them, one following the other as Tigerwhisker's paws led him to his rock. Trees covered the rock perfectly, keeping it almost completely dry from the storm. With a slight grunt, Tigerwhisker leaped onto the rock, his large paws scrambling to find foot holds. Trying to hold back a laugh, his brother got on the rock easily, his smaller frame allowing him to gracefully rest on the rock. Ignoring the way Liontail beat him, Tigerwhisker laid down on the rock, staring out at the river and letting his mind drift.[/size]


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