Post by Cloud on Jan 27, 2010 19:03:39 GMT -5
Role player| Cloud (or variations of that)
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Name| Drabheart
Gender| tom
Physical Description| Drabheart is a lanky dull grayish-brown tabby tom with green-tinged yellow eyes and large ears. He walks with long strides.
Views| Drabheart is a spirited con because he believes that no leader could make cats get along and be happy, and that's what he wants most of all. He wishes he could trust a leader to make things better but knows it isn't possible. He likes being a leader among his friends, however, often the first to invite cats for a rat hunt or to suggest an idea to help cats get along. Drabheart will argue passionately with Clanners, but he won't flat out say that they're wrong or stupid. At least, not out loud.
Kin| Branchstripe-mother-deceased
Grayheart-father-deceased
Dottedfoot-older half-sister-played
Darkfur-cousin-played
History| Drabkit was born in the middle of the light season. Branchstripe waited until Grayheart came back from hunting to name him, for she felt her mate deserved a say in the kit's name. They agreed on Drabkit, for his dull pelt color.
Unfortunately, Branchstripe died of illness when Drabkit had just become an apprentice. Her son retained only a few cherished memories of her, such as a gentle voice telling him that though they were Clanners and thus in the right, no cat, however misguided or mean or hateful, deserved to be hurt, for they were still cats. She knew her mate felt differently, but she felt Drabkit should know this above all else, though she would let his father teach him.
Grayheart was very sad at his mate's death but glad that he at least still had Drabpaw.
Drabpaw liked learning how to hunt and fight from his father but felt that learning how to build a Clan was something he didn't particularly need to do. It seemed like a good idea, and he admired those who worked for it, but it just seemed like a lot of work. Drabpaw realized it meant a lot of hating cats who didn't have the same opinions as him, which seemed a bit off; he liked preferred to be friendly and open to everyone, not just cats who believed like he did. True, cons were misguided, but that didn't make them bad; just different.
He told Grayheart what he thought, but all it made the gray tom think was that he wasn't enforcing the lessons about Clanhood hard enough. It wasn't good that his son was showing an open mind, he needed to get that doing what he was supposed to was vital.
So thereafter almost everything had some lesson about a Clan in it. Drabpaw tried his best to be more enthusiastic at first, but it just wasn't in him and finally he told his father so.
Grayheart was angry, but he knew he couldn't make Drabpaw be anything he didn't want to be. He left his son then, but as a last token of affection towards him he gave Drabpaw his warrior name before he left: Drabheart, for his genial personality.
Drabheart took to wandering around, chatting with cats whenever he could. Eventually he came across a con who he struck up a conversation with, who asked him a question: Did he really think a Clan would make cats happy? For Drabheart had stated that that was his goal in life: trying to help every cat, in some way, be happier.
That question changed Drabheart's beliefs forever.
He thought about it. At first, the obvious answer seemed of course it would, everyone would be together with their friends. But also their enemies, the con argued. And maybe even cats who would bully them.
Drabheart thought about it for a long time, and reluctantly admitted he was right. There was no guarantee that fights would not break out, that cats would not resent possibly having to take orders from a cat they hated. There was no way to be sure that the leader would always strive for every cat's good.
Eventually, as the discussion continued, Drabheart found himself turning to the cons' opinion: opposing the making of a Clan at all costs. However, Drabheart knew he wouldn't do it the usual way: attacking cats, stealing prey, disrupting things, etc. No, he would simply try and be friendly to as many cats as he could, to show them that there was no need for a Clan. To show them if that all at least tolerated each other, things would be much better.
Picture| i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/catluver123/cat_tabby.jpg
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Name| Drabheart
Gender| tom
Physical Description| Drabheart is a lanky dull grayish-brown tabby tom with green-tinged yellow eyes and large ears. He walks with long strides.
Views| Drabheart is a spirited con because he believes that no leader could make cats get along and be happy, and that's what he wants most of all. He wishes he could trust a leader to make things better but knows it isn't possible. He likes being a leader among his friends, however, often the first to invite cats for a rat hunt or to suggest an idea to help cats get along. Drabheart will argue passionately with Clanners, but he won't flat out say that they're wrong or stupid. At least, not out loud.
Kin| Branchstripe-mother-deceased
Grayheart-father-deceased
Dottedfoot-older half-sister-played
Darkfur-cousin-played
History| Drabkit was born in the middle of the light season. Branchstripe waited until Grayheart came back from hunting to name him, for she felt her mate deserved a say in the kit's name. They agreed on Drabkit, for his dull pelt color.
Unfortunately, Branchstripe died of illness when Drabkit had just become an apprentice. Her son retained only a few cherished memories of her, such as a gentle voice telling him that though they were Clanners and thus in the right, no cat, however misguided or mean or hateful, deserved to be hurt, for they were still cats. She knew her mate felt differently, but she felt Drabkit should know this above all else, though she would let his father teach him.
Grayheart was very sad at his mate's death but glad that he at least still had Drabpaw.
Drabpaw liked learning how to hunt and fight from his father but felt that learning how to build a Clan was something he didn't particularly need to do. It seemed like a good idea, and he admired those who worked for it, but it just seemed like a lot of work. Drabpaw realized it meant a lot of hating cats who didn't have the same opinions as him, which seemed a bit off; he liked preferred to be friendly and open to everyone, not just cats who believed like he did. True, cons were misguided, but that didn't make them bad; just different.
He told Grayheart what he thought, but all it made the gray tom think was that he wasn't enforcing the lessons about Clanhood hard enough. It wasn't good that his son was showing an open mind, he needed to get that doing what he was supposed to was vital.
So thereafter almost everything had some lesson about a Clan in it. Drabpaw tried his best to be more enthusiastic at first, but it just wasn't in him and finally he told his father so.
Grayheart was angry, but he knew he couldn't make Drabpaw be anything he didn't want to be. He left his son then, but as a last token of affection towards him he gave Drabpaw his warrior name before he left: Drabheart, for his genial personality.
Drabheart took to wandering around, chatting with cats whenever he could. Eventually he came across a con who he struck up a conversation with, who asked him a question: Did he really think a Clan would make cats happy? For Drabheart had stated that that was his goal in life: trying to help every cat, in some way, be happier.
That question changed Drabheart's beliefs forever.
He thought about it. At first, the obvious answer seemed of course it would, everyone would be together with their friends. But also their enemies, the con argued. And maybe even cats who would bully them.
Drabheart thought about it for a long time, and reluctantly admitted he was right. There was no guarantee that fights would not break out, that cats would not resent possibly having to take orders from a cat they hated. There was no way to be sure that the leader would always strive for every cat's good.
Eventually, as the discussion continued, Drabheart found himself turning to the cons' opinion: opposing the making of a Clan at all costs. However, Drabheart knew he wouldn't do it the usual way: attacking cats, stealing prey, disrupting things, etc. No, he would simply try and be friendly to as many cats as he could, to show them that there was no need for a Clan. To show them if that all at least tolerated each other, things would be much better.
Picture| i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/catluver123/cat_tabby.jpg
