General Information
Name: Cliffkit | Cliffpaw | Cliffheart
Age: 38 moons Gender: Male Breed: Abyssinian Fur Color: Cliffheart has an extremely dense pelt with a base color of cream. It is a very pale combination of white and a hint of yellow and brown to give it final color. The tone of it is extremely pale and somewhat diluted. On top of the pale cream is a light dusting of a light brownish grey. This feature gives him part of his name, Cliff- for the ways one can see the layers in a cliff side, one can also see the dusty brown atop the cream. Eye Color: Pale pastel green Personality: Cliffheart as a kit and apprentice, was very closed off. He was very depressed in the fact that his parents didn't seem to care for him as much as they most likely should have. He took the blame upon himself and cursed himself for being twisted and malformed. He hated himself for it and there were many times he wished he could die, or just get rid of his malformed leg completely. He hated himself. No cat truly talked to him. Only his mentor did. Pebblechase was able to help in small portions, encouraging him, complimenting him. But most of the time in went in one ear and out the other. Finally Cliffheart was given a task that would distract him from his self hatred and grief and depression. Cliffheart had a great tracking skill. He definitely wasn't the fastest funner, seeing as how he only had three proper legs. But he was good and tracking and stalking, there fore making him good at hunting. So that was how he distracted himself from thinking negatively: he hunted. He knew he could serve his clan and made sure he carried on his part. He hinted and hunted, always wanting to give to the Clan. Cliffheart stayed busy. He didn't want to give cats an excuse to call him out on why he wasn't doing anything. He had been called useless and lame for too long, and he just wanted to prove that he was able to work his part. But the problem was he worked himself to hard. This resulted in an injury of his leg. Cliffhearts self blaming nature cursed him here. He felt awful for not being able to help. He just wanted to serve, and ate all he's ever wanted because it's the only way he feels he can help. Cliffheart minimizes himself, makes himself small, almost into kitting because of his broken form. And only one cat has changed that. Cliffhearts love for his family exceeds all else. Sure his Clan is his family, but his biological and romantically family is most important. Cliffheart would instantly give his life for any of his kits and mate. His love is the only thing that out tips his willingness and need to serve and give to his Clan. Cliffheart has such a huge heart, big enough for his Clan to wedge its self in. But his faults are the facts that blame gets him every time. Blame, he blames himself. He hates himself for it. He doubts how good a mate and father he actually is. He wants better for his family, knowing that he is not the best. He suffers from depression, he hates his body. Self worth is a huge thing for him. He lies to his mate about how dye feels, even if she always knows when he does. He doesn't want anyone to see there is a problem. He always says he fine, when he breaking apart on the inside. |
Health InformationPhysical Condition: Hurting, a lot of leg pains, exhausted.
Mental Condition: Stressed, fearful, worried for his mate Injuries: A permanently twisted paw (Back left). Several small cuts from the recent battle Sickness: None |
Family |
Relations |
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Mate Scorchedpetal || Loves || Would Die for Brother(s) Unknown Sister(s) Unknown Son(s) Beachkit || Loves || Feels sorry for him Strikerkit || Loves Sagekit || Loves Daughter(s) Redkit || Loves || Overprotective of Mother Unknown Father Unknown Grandparents -- Aunts -- Uncles -- Cousins -- |
Cat || Thoughts
Best Friend Scorchedpetal || Loves || Would die for Friends Auroraflame || Talks with || Would die for Pebblechase || Admires || Would die for Rainpebble || Looks up to || Admires Starfall || Hasn't talked with much Silverpaw || Hasn't talked with much Splotchfeather || Hasn't talked with much Turtlefern || Hasn't talked with much Neutrals Grousestar || Respects || Would die for Ebonypaw || Admires || Is grateful too Sweetpaw || Gets annoyed by || Secretly loves it Enemies Oynx || Hates Mentor Pebblechase || Admires || Would die for Apprentice [Future] Littlekit || Hasn't met |
ExtrasScars: None
Likes: Training apprentices, serving Dislikes: Running being social, hunting Quirks: When nervous or flustered, he looks down at his paws and messes with the dirt. Fears: He is scared that his leg will permanently cripple him and he will become useless. Favorite Food: Raven Theme Song: Secrets - OneRepublic Be My Escape - Apathetic [To Scorchedpetal] Quotes: "Will you be my twin Star?" [Cliffheart to Scorchedpetal] "It doesn't matter who sees it or who makes the catch. What matters is that the Clan is strong and well fed." [Cliffheart to Auroraflame] TO BE THE BRIGHTEST
Walls made of the brick Stronger than steel Each too thick To see what's real The bad thoughts, The self doubts Makes her distraught Trying to get him out "Listen to me," she says "Some stars shine bright "While other's are too dim to see "And I know I'm right, "I am not that bright "But see through the thoughts, "Those mind-made bars "And look up "Look at those stars "Stuck in the pair "Shining bright together "And these stars are rare "But what you need is me "To guard your heart from scars "Because to me, my love "You are my Twin Star" by monybab
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BackstoryCliffheart was born with four other siblings, a loaded litter. Due to his mother being small, he had been cramped inside her. His paw had become twisted during its development and has stayed that way ever since. As a kit, he did not talk to many, as most kits, including his siblings, made fun of his paw. He even earned the nickname Twistkit. He loved alone, sad and angry with the Clan. It wasn't until his apprenticeship that it started to change.
As an apprentice, he did not change too terribly fast. His mentor that he had been given, Pebblechase, was a very gentle and kind Tim, helping Cliffpaw to become more acquainted with other cats. The others still made fun of him, as he was not able to walk perfectly, or run as fast. He tried hard not to let it bother him, but knew that his mentor was there to support him. Cliff paw trained hard, and earned in him a willingness to serve his a Clan above all else. Sure the physical members of the a Clan were not his favorite, but he could serve his Clan as a whole. So that was what he worked for. The leaders changed many times during his apprenticeship, Almondstar, Lemonstar, and finally Grousestar. Grousestar was the one to give him his ceremony. At his ceremony, he was given the name Cliffheart, for his love of his Clan. It was more of a she cats name, and not one of boldness and bravery, but Cliffheart didn't mind it. He actually liked it, more for the reason than the sound. He was still teased, but quickly fell back into a depressed state. His mentor, being old retired to become an elder. So Cliffheart lost his closest friend. He pushed on though, working hard to serve his a clan, he went out daily, collecting food for them, and sometimes twice a day. He worked himself so hard that all he could do in his spare time was sleep, but that kept his away from the taunting cats. He was doing fine, but wasn't enjoying the solitary life he was leading. One day though, the deputy picked him to go on a hunting expedition with her. So he and Auroraflame went out. Here, Cliffheart fell into a chase with a rabbit. He stumbled upon a rock and fell on top of his leg. He fell unconscious and Auroraflame had to take him back the the medicine cat den. When he woke up, Cliffheart was told he had ruptured his ligament. He was out of commission for several months. Being camp bound, made him go crazy. He was bothered severely beaten the fact that he couldn't do the one thing he was able to do for his clan: hunt. It was here were he made his next friend. Scorchedpetal, a very kind and forgiving she cat, began hanging out with him. After a struggling start, the two began to hang out more. Eventually, the red she cat convinced him to go out into the territory with her. Together they star gazed and bonded like Cliffheart had never done before. They were a special pair, and after several moons, they grew closer and more involved. Cliffheart felt that he could tell her anything, so he did. He revealed his self doubts, his pains, his down falls, and very little about his victories. Scorchedpetal was able to show him that he was special in his own way. That he was a hero in his own way. Frustrated, Cliffheart refused to believe. A warrior with only three useful paws was not good enough for his Clan. So scorched, using her knowledge of the Stars, sprang upon him the analogy of Twin Stars. They helped each other shine brighter. They had to lean on each other for support. So Cliffheart took his biggest step he had ever dared to think of. He took Scorched as his mate. After a while, Scorchedpetal revealed to him, she was pregnant with his kits. This sent Cliffheart into a panic, as he had never been close to his father and was again plagued by heaps of self doubts. He hated it, he hated that he did not know how to be a father. He didn't want his kits to live in shame of him, him and his three good paws. He didn't want them to feel his pain. This was his alone, he couldn't force it on some innocent kit. But the kits came, four of them. Cliffheart began ti father them, and stayed loving and true to his mate, which is where he still struggles. A cat with only three paws shouldn't be perfect enough to have such a wonderful family. |