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[attr="class","flowerbg"]PECANSTORM
COYOTECLAN WARRIOR
COYOTECLAN WARRIOR
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Basic Information
I'M A CAGE, I'M A PRISON FOR WHAT NO-ONE SEES
ASHAMED LIKE I'M SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY
ASHAMED LIKE I'M SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY
NAME | Pecanstorm. | PAST NAME(S) | Pecankit, Pecanpaw. |
AGE | 59 Moons. | GENDER | Male At Birth. |
PRONOUNS | He/Him/His. | SEXUALITY | Closet Homosexual. |
CLAN | CoyoteClan. | RANK | Warrior. |
FACE CLAIM | Apollo. | BIRTH MOON | August. |
ZODIAC | Leo. | BIRTH SEASON | Green-Leaf. |
pecan: grey colored pelt, small size at birthstorm: unpredictable, reactive
Appearance
NO-ONE BELIEVES ME BUT I'M SICK FEET DEEP
IT'S A MONSTER MADE OF MEMORIES
IT'S A MONSTER MADE OF MEMORIES
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Quick description: a large silver-grey he, amber eyes.
BREED | forest cat mix. | HEIGHT | 18 Inches. |
WEIGHT | 18 Pounds. | LENGTH | 18 Inches. |
BUILD | Large, Broad. | EYES | Amber. |
FUR | Long, Silvery-Blue/Grey. | SCARS | Multiple. |
Personality
IT'S ALIVE LIKE A PARASITE INSIDE OF ME
AND IT FEEDS OF THE TRAUMA OF WHAT USED TO BE
AND IT FEEDS OF THE TRAUMA OF WHAT USED TO BE
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Positive Neutral Negative ▸ CONFIDENT. ▸ CHARMING. ▸ AGONIZING. ▸ INSIGHTFUL. ▸ DECEPTIVE. ▸ MANIPULATIVE. ▸ PASSIONATE. ▸ IRRELIGIOUS. ▸ OBSESSIVE. ▸ RESOURCEFUL. ▸ STUBBORN. ▸ POSSESSIVE.
STRENGTHS | here. | WEAKNESS | here. |
LIKES | here. | DISLIKES | here. |
DESIRES | here. | FEARS | here. |
QUIRKS | here. |
Statistics
BUT THERE'S NO SHRED OF EVIDENCE 'CAUSE I DON'T BLEED
FROM THIS MONSTER MADE OF MEMORIES
FROM THIS MONSTER MADE OF MEMORIES
HEALTH | 15. | STRENGTH | 20. |
AGILITY | 6. | INTELLIGENCE | 15. |
LUCK | 5. | CHARISMA | 75%. |
Backstory
MY DARKEST OWN MADE A CREATURE
THAT FEEDS ON THE FEAR OF EVERYTHING I CAN'T FORGET
THAT FEEDS ON THE FEAR OF EVERYTHING I CAN'T FORGET
◉ BIRTH
Heavy Mentions of Grooming, Gore and Abuse
Heronwing was 30 moons old when he met the beautiful little apprentice, Greypaw. He had been assigned her mentor, and while he had not really cared for her emotionally, he had loved her mother once. A Tragedy that Greypaw's mother never loved him back. So it was said that the young molly took a liking to how her mentor dotted on her and treated her. That she was always waltzing around camp with a new lily behind her ear, or feathers lining her nest. 'She's asking for it.' They'd whisper. She ignored it all because, at the end of the day, Heronwing would tell her she was perfect, and they were just jealous of her beauty.
Greypaw became Greypetal - and within a fortnight, she announced her pregnancy. Many were wary of the molly and her sudden pregnancy, and while the Medicine Cat assured the clan she was only swelling with kittens so soon due to her body weight - many assumed it was incorrect. Heronwing was prideful, smirking as he wrapped a protective tail around Greypetal. She had lost her spark, and she would cower beside her mate. 'He broke her!' Her mother would yowl, but no one would listen. 'He's using you, my sweet child!' Her mother would lecture. But Greypetal would sit firm, 'He loves me, mother! Are you just jealous you never gave him a chance!'
Sure enough, Greypetal knew of how Heronwing had loved her mother. In fact, she was very aware. As during many of their outings that had led to the pregnancy, Heronwing had called her by her mother's name. 'He has to love me, I gave him children!' She would angrily think. Little did she know, that he loved nothing bout her. As she went into labor and delivered the tiny blue-grey kitten, she could see the annoyance in her mate's face. "She would have given me many sons." Was the only thing she heard as she faded from life, she hemorrhaged, bleeding out before an ungrateful mate and a son whose taste for blood came from the smell of his mother's dying light.
Heronwing was 30 moons old when he met the beautiful little apprentice, Greypaw. He had been assigned her mentor, and while he had not really cared for her emotionally, he had loved her mother once. A Tragedy that Greypaw's mother never loved him back. So it was said that the young molly took a liking to how her mentor dotted on her and treated her. That she was always waltzing around camp with a new lily behind her ear, or feathers lining her nest. 'She's asking for it.' They'd whisper. She ignored it all because, at the end of the day, Heronwing would tell her she was perfect, and they were just jealous of her beauty.
Greypaw became Greypetal - and within a fortnight, she announced her pregnancy. Many were wary of the molly and her sudden pregnancy, and while the Medicine Cat assured the clan she was only swelling with kittens so soon due to her body weight - many assumed it was incorrect. Heronwing was prideful, smirking as he wrapped a protective tail around Greypetal. She had lost her spark, and she would cower beside her mate. 'He broke her!' Her mother would yowl, but no one would listen. 'He's using you, my sweet child!' Her mother would lecture. But Greypetal would sit firm, 'He loves me, mother! Are you just jealous you never gave him a chance!'
Sure enough, Greypetal knew of how Heronwing had loved her mother. In fact, she was very aware. As during many of their outings that had led to the pregnancy, Heronwing had called her by her mother's name. 'He has to love me, I gave him children!' She would angrily think. Little did she know, that he loved nothing bout her. As she went into labor and delivered the tiny blue-grey kitten, she could see the annoyance in her mate's face. "She would have given me many sons." Was the only thing she heard as she faded from life, she hemorrhaged, bleeding out before an ungrateful mate and a son whose taste for blood came from the smell of his mother's dying light.
◉ KITHOOD
Pecankit was anything but gentle as a nursing kitten. That much can be certain. Heronwing had taken to having a nursing queen take his son, and while he had showed remorse outwardly to the clan - the Medicine Cat had seen his true colors. His eyes had been unnerving and while Pecankit would never see them, he understood very well. The heated glares he felt without seeing, that had been his father. When he had finally open his eyes at one moon, he had found out his father had been exiled, sent away due to his actions with his mother. 'That child will not be right in the head.' Some would whisper, but young Pecankit already knew that he needed to behave, act the part. He would smile, looking every inch innocent while his teeth sank into his foster mothers milk ducts.
The taste of blood and smell of it seemed to thrill him, and while he would apologize with tears in his eyes, many wondered; 'did he do it on purpose?' It wasn't shocking when Pecankit was found huddled over a mouse, just staring at its lifeless form as if it was something he needed to investigate. But he never cut it, he never opened it, he would simply stare. His foster mother would meow he was an angel, the sweetest thing - and she didn't care what anyone said. Her mate, Deerclaw agreed. The tom took a shining to young Pecankit, and the young kitten didn't know why, but he loved the attention.
Every day he would follow Deerclaw out into the camp, and sometimes even just outside the entrance, and every day the warrior would show him something new. 'Look at this, when you use your claws and shred it.' He would instruct, and Pecankit would love the feeling of blood between his claws.
The taste of blood and smell of it seemed to thrill him, and while he would apologize with tears in his eyes, many wondered; 'did he do it on purpose?' It wasn't shocking when Pecankit was found huddled over a mouse, just staring at its lifeless form as if it was something he needed to investigate. But he never cut it, he never opened it, he would simply stare. His foster mother would meow he was an angel, the sweetest thing - and she didn't care what anyone said. Her mate, Deerclaw agreed. The tom took a shining to young Pecankit, and the young kitten didn't know why, but he loved the attention.
Every day he would follow Deerclaw out into the camp, and sometimes even just outside the entrance, and every day the warrior would show him something new. 'Look at this, when you use your claws and shred it.' He would instruct, and Pecankit would love the feeling of blood between his claws.
◉ APPRENTICESHIP
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◉ WARRIORHOOD
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◉ PRESENT DAY
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FAMILY & RELATIONSHIPS
IT WALKS BESIDE ME, GUN AGAINST MY HEAD
SO I LOOK TERRIFIED 'TIL I'VE PAID MY DEBIT
SO I LOOK TERRIFIED 'TIL I'VE PAID MY DEBIT
FATHER ✝ | Heronwing. | MOTHER ✝ | Greypetal. |
BROTHER(S) | None. | SISTER(S) | None. |
OTHER(S) | None. | MATE | None. |
INTEREST | Ebonyflight. | MENTOR ✝ | Deerclaw. |
APPRENTICE | None. | FORMER APPRENTICE(S) | Scorchrunner, Ebonyflight. |
🖤 Hates.
💔 Misses.
💖 Adores.
🧡 Distrusts.
💘 Crush.
💕 In love.
💗 Platonic/familial love.
💜 Respects.
💛 Afraid of.
🤍 Stranger.
💚 Friends.
💞 Good friends.
💙 Dislikes.
💔 Misses.
💖 Adores.
🧡 Distrusts.
💘 Crush.
💕 In love.
💗 Platonic/familial love.
💜 Respects.
💛 Afraid of.
🤍 Stranger.
💚 Friends.
💞 Good friends.
💙 Dislikes.
NAME HERE
🖤💛🧡
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Last Edit: Jun 17, 2022 17:24:51 GMT -6 by Roxanne
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