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::The Golden Lands:: Marinepaw

ShunamiWaters

Published: Feb 17, 2014

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Description

Application Remake! I wanted to give him a more apprentice look.. you know... a bit more childish... enjoy!

|| Basic Info ||

Name: Marinepaw
Age: 6-12 moons ( 9 moons )
D.o.B: July 25th
Gender: Male
Height: Height of your character ( optional )
Weight: Weight of your character ( optional )

Partner: None
Clan: StreamClan
Mentor: Rushfall ( Samooraii )
Apprentice: None

Stats
Level: Lvl. 10

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TAC:

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|| Personality ||

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_{| Anti-social |} _{Because of the way his siblings treated him, Marinepaw grew to be a not-so-social tom. He rarely approaches the other clan cats in fear of being teased for being the runt his brother and sister claimed him to be. The only times you'll catch him talking with another cat is when he's asking for something or he did not understand what his mentor said. Other than that, he's just shy... approach him with love and care and he'll treat you the same.}

_| Brave | _{Marinepaw wasn't born brave. It all began when his mother, Blossomheart got sick. It was Strikepaw's idea to go and steal medicine from the clans to heal their ill mother. But one day, Waterpaw dared him to steal some medicine from Streamclan at sunhigh and so he did... I mean... he got caught but instead of running like any of his siblings he confronted the clan and they let him go with the medicine cat to see what they could do. Now, he's only brave when his life or any of the cats he cares about are in danger. No matter how big the problem/dare is he can take it. He knows he can.}

_| Sweet |_{Even though he had a rough life, this young tom has a sweet side when it comes to little kits. He spends most of his free time inside the nursery telling stories and playing with them. Sometimes he gives them warmth whenever the queens are busy. Although, some of the queens say that he's a bad influence for the young kittens, he holds them dear to his heart for he knows they feel the same way about him.}

_{| Naughty |} _{From scaring the queens by putting dead rats in their nest and using them as puppets to painting Faintripple's juniper berries red with raspberry juice to resemble death berries, this devilish little tom is a huge trouble maker. He loves getting into trouble whenever they dare him to. One time he was dared to steal some raven eggs and break them in front of a clan's territory so they would rot. Another time he was dared to steal food from a badger! He only does these things to fit in but he likes it.

| Joker |} _{Marinepaw got his joker personality from his mother's side. He use to make his mother and father laugh all the time. Since he mostly spend time with his mom, She use to teach him a lot of jokes and every morning he tried to make up a joke to she his mother's beautiful smile and hear her sweet laughter. But... Ever since her death he hasn't been the same. Instead of making cats laugh... he makes fun of them and hurts their feelings. Other than the kits this filled the hole in his heart. He cries every night at moonhigh. He sometimes hear the sweet laughter of his mother and it calms him down letting him sleep.}

_| Cold | _{After everything that has happened to this tom, he's growing to be a very cold, ruthless cat. Everyday he makes sure he makes at least one cat miserable. But, it's not his fault he's like this. His harsh past and the death of his mother harden this tom's heart. This personality will grow or shrink depending on what happends through out the roleplays... It's up to the clan to decide weather he becomes a trustful warrior or a cold-bloded killer.}

|| History ||

_{Chapter I: Breaking The Warrior Code:}

_{On a harsh, cold night of leaf-bare, a young handsome white tom patrolled the border of his clan territory. The ground was cold and humid, freezing the tom's paws but the sweet sent of pines and the cold breeze charmed the warrior to do this every day. At moonhigh he heard a high-pitched yowl. It got louder and it sounded like who ever it was, was in severe pain. The tom couldn't bare to hear the terrifying yowls coming from the dark, cold forest. He leaped into the pine trees in search of the cat in distress dodging every stone and tree stump as fast as he could. After a while, he found himself face to face with a horrifying sight. A pale bluish-gray tabby she-cat was stuck in a fox trap. Over a pool of blood the she-cat struggled to get free. The tom, motionless observed the tabby with a shocked look in his eyes for he did not know how to react. The tabby noticed the tom and stopped moving. Wide-eyed the she-cat looked at the strong tom. "Please don't kill me... I mean no harm" she yowled in terror. "D-Don't worry..." meowed the tom. "I'm here to help" he added as he crouched down in front of the trap and examined it. Meanwhile the tabby pulled on the wire on her neck, struggling to get free but instead the wire got tighter, making her bleed more. "Don't move!" The tom hissed at the she-cat "You'll only make it worse! " He yowled anxiously as he tried to figure the trap out. The tabby laid still in fear. Confused she meowed "Why are you doing this? I'm not even from your clan." The tom purred "I couldn't help it... I heard your yowls from far and I just ran." The tabby looked away with faded eyes "Thank you for doing this... my apprentice left to get help at sunhigh and he hasn't come back." She purred calmly. The tom noticed a small stick buried into the ground. Using his strong front legs he began to dig. He quickly noticed that the wire was tied up to the chunk of wood and he kept digging. "Don't worry... I'll get you out." The tom purred as he dug the stick out releasing it from the ground and loosing up the wire on the tabby's neck, making it easier for her to escape the deadly trap. In a matter of seconds the she-cat was free. "Thank you so much!" The tabby purred in happiness. "No problem!" Meowed the tom proudly. The tabby smiled and looked away shyly "I'm Bluesnow." she meowed. The tom looked deep into her beautiful blue eyes and helped her sit up. "I'm Frostgrowl" he meowed as he was slowly getting lost in her eyes. He suddenly shook his head and looked away. "You're lucky I was here" he added, looking down onto the fox trap that had almost caused her death. "I should head home now..." Purred Bluesnow as she got on her paws. "Will I ever see you again?" yowled the tom in anxious way. "Of course! Soon!" answered the tabby as she sprinted away into the dark of the forest. And so they did, every night for 2 whole season cycles they saw each other in the same place they had met.

But meanwhile, their clans were at war. Prey was scarce and the twolegs had extended into their territories. The leaders of the clans declared to fight for the last peace of land with enough prey to feed a clan for 3 season cycles. One moonhigh, the two clans meet on the land they're fighting for. The wind blew hard, almost sweeping the warriors off into the air, but they all stood their ground. The clan leaders locked their eyes to each other waiting for the first move. Frostgrowl approached his leader "What are we waiting for?" he meowed in a calm, serious voice anxiously waiting for the powerful Persian mix she-cat's answer. "His patience to go out." purred the powerful Persian never leaving the black tom off her sight. The white tom looked at the Persian cat confused but proceeded to wait. After a while, the strong black tom snapped and yowled signaling his warriors to attack. The Persian she cat grinned and meowed to her deputy "Now...". The calico colored tom gave out a powerful yowl and the warriors proceeded to leap towards the enemy clan like a wave of death attacking with brute force everything in their way. The battle was fierce, blood and fur everywhere. All you could hear was the harsh hisses and yowls from the cats as they brutally attacked each other. Frostgrowl, the best warrior in the clan fought a tuxedo colored tom. Using his sharp claws and strength he pinned the tom down on the floor and slit his neck making it bleed to death. When the white tom looked up to catch his breath he was attacked by another cat. He could not see the feline but he felt weaker after each attack the mystery cat made. He finally got a grip on the cat and got on top of it. Her sent made in notice it was a she-cat, the same age as him. He lifted his paw to finish this in a final slit to the throat but as he was ready to strike he heard the she-cat's purrs. "I'm sorry Frostgrowl... for never being able to visit you again. I'll protect you through Starclan...". The tom shocked put his paw down and got off her. "Bluesnow?" meowed the tom as the tabby got up and looked at the white tom. "Frostgrowl?" answered the she-cat. Frostgrowl couldn't believe he was about to kill the cat of his dreams and hugged the tabby while crying on her cut and bruised shoulder. The two cats looked at each other and decided to flee the battle and run away together without anyone noticing.

Soon after, Bluesnow was carrying Frostgrowl's kits. As her belly grew they both knew they needed to find a clan for the kits to grow in and become great warriors like Starclan intended. They kept traveling north looking for a new place to call home. But one day at newleaf Bluesnow was about to go into labor. Her body shake like the trees on a windy day and she could barely walk because of contractions. Frostgrowl knew he needed to act fast but he did not know what to do. He felt as useless and motionless from the day they met. But he remembered that they once saw a tom patrolling the area so that had to mean that there was a clan nearby. The tom told his mate to hide in the bushes until he found a clan camp nearby. After a while he got back to his beautiful mate and tried to carry her to the front entrance of the clan camp. The tom meowed for help until he found himself face to face with a young dark-blue tom. Frostgrowl explained the cat his situation and asked to speak with the clan leader. The young apprentice couldn't be more than 7 moons old but his maturity made him seem as old as the white tom. Minutes later the apprentice came back with two more young toms and their clan leader. Frostgrowl looked at the big Russian blue mix and asked for help. The blue tom looked down at Bluesnow and purred "Take her to our nursery... my mate will be there in a moment" agreed the powerful tom as he pointed out the nursery and smiled. Frostgrowl widen his eyes in excitement as he picked up his mate and told her the great news he took her into the nursery to give birth to her kits.

Two kits survived the harsh birth while the other three died soon after leaving their mother's womb. The two surviving kits were named Flowerkit and Blossomkit because they were born in a flower covered den. The family of outsiders were adopted into the clan because the medicine cat became attached to Bluesnow and her newly born kits so she begged her mate, the clan leader to let them stay in the clan for countless reason including that they needed more warriors in the clan. The two pale bluish-gray tabby kits had a normal, healthy kithood. They played with the rest of the kits and had fun adventures in and out the nursery den. Flowerkit was very shy and timid while her young sister Blossomkit was curious and outgoing.

Time past, The clan leader dies and his deputy, who was also his son, Stripewisker, now Stripestar became leader. The kits turned 6 moons old and where ready to become apprentices and be assigned to a mentor. Everyone got a mentor except for Blossompaw for the other available cat were either busy caring for kits or were far too aggressive to be mentors. Blossompaw was alone and "mentor-less" for almost 2 moons until there was an exception. The clan leader, Stipestar decided to take Blossompaw as his first and only apprentice until a mentor was available.}

_{Chapter II: A Love Story:}

_{The next day, Blossompaw was asked to go to Stripestar's den. Not knowing what he wanted, Blossompaw walked nervously towards her new mentor's den. The ground was cold and humid, sighs of the heavy rain that occurred last night. The Big, serious tom stood at the entrance of his log-made den waiting for his apprentice. The young pale tabby got to her destination only to see the disappointment on her mentor's face. "You're late..." purred the dark-blue tom showing no expression he started to walk towards the entrance of the camp.}

_{Chapter III: A New Generations of Loners:}

_{Three little kittens sucked on their mother's belly. The oldest kit had a dark pelt with black and gray markings in hos tail, the middle kit looked like a darker version of their mother, Blossomheart, while the youngest looked like a darker more bluish-gray version of their father, Stripewisker. They were all healthy, but one of them looked sightly smaller than the older two, A runt perhaps? They didn't leave the den until they were 2 moons old, when they could walk and feed for themselves.

As the days passed the "runt" now named Marine spend most of his time with his beloved mother, Blossomheart, while the twins named Strike and Water spent time playing and being... well, kits. Marine didn't spend much time with his brother and sister because of how they treated him. Water always called him a mousebrained and told him that runts like him never survive the first year. Like a little brother, he'd expected Strike to defend him, but he never did, Strike just played along with his twin sister and never bothered to stand up for his little brother. This slowly turned Marine into a not so social and timid little tom, making the bond with his mother even tighter.

One faithful morning, Blossomheart wasn't acting as jumpy and outgoing as she usually was, she refused to eat her share of rabbit her beloved mate, Stripewisker had brought for her. But that was just the beginning, at sun high, the queen was felling numb and weak, trowing up her food for the fifth time today. The age of 5 moons, the kits were fully aware of their mother's health problem and decided to take action. Strike, the oldest of the three had remembered the tales his parents told them every night. The brave clans of the lands and how they lived. He came up with a plan that could save their mother, he told his father and younger siblings that they could go into the clans at night and take the amount of medicine they needed for that day. Since Stipewisker's mother was a medicine cat he had a little knowledge in the subject. And so, every night for a full moon the kits left their den in search of medicine in clan territory.

But Blossomheart got worse and worse every day, She began to walk in circles, her gums got yellow and she acted weird sometimes. This worried the small family but her love and dedication to them kept them trying harder to heal her. One day while the kits were eating a freshly killed mouse, Water dared Marine to steal some medicine form Streamclan at sunhigh. Marine knew better than to risk his life just because of a stupid dare but he wanted to prove his mean sister that he wasn't the weak, defenseless runt she always called him. So at sunhigh he walked towards the Streamclan entrance, his body was stiff and the hair on his neck rose as he breathe heavily. He walked into the clan camp doubting it every step of the way. He quickly leaped to the medicine cat den and entered it without being noticed. He couldn't believe this was happening, he was going to make it out alive! The now 6 moons old tom picked up some moss with his soft, white muzzle and sprinted to he exit of the den only to find two adult she-cats looking down at him. The young tom gulped, dropping the moss on the floor he crouched down, his belly slightly elevated, his long ears low, weeping under his breath, Marine shivered in fear. The cat on his left was a blue eyed she cat with an ugly scar running from her chest down to the side of her torso, she appeared to be the leader of this clan with the medicine cat, a beautiful white and gray tabby, blind in one eye, on her right. The tortoiseshell she-cat raised her head, looking down at the young trespasser. "WHO are you?" she growled at the dark tom, impatiently waiting for his answer. The young tom shivered in fear as he purred under his breath, he answered the powerful cat.
-"M-Marine...".
-"And why are you here?" She asked in a serious tone.
-"I-I..."
- "Yes..?"
- The tom signed "I'm here to look for medicine to heal my sick mother".

The she-cat leader sat on the warm, soft ground and sighed. "You know I could have you killed for trespassing into clan territory, right?". Marine nodded "It was a risk willing to take" he answered in a respectful tone. The medicine cat interrupted the conversation with a curious question."What clan are you from?". The young tom looked up to the careful she-cat and shook his head. "We don't belong to a clan. My parents left they're clan before I was born...". The half blinded she cat looked at her leader wide eyed and purred. The leader nodded and looked at Marine "Wait here..." she meowed as she stood up and walked outside the medicine cat den with the medicine she-cat. The two cats talked and talked for about and hour and returned back into the medicine cat den to face the young tom. The blue eyed leader looked down at the dark tom and purred. "How far is your den?". Marine stood up, facing the clan leader "About four trees from your clan entrance" he answered in a serious tone. The she-cat looked at her medicine cat and nodded, facing the tom once more. "Faintripple will follow you home. There she will cure your ill mother and when she can get up on her paws.. you leave our territory for good, understood?" She purred. Marine nodded and sprinted out of the medicine den with the medicine cat. "Thank you so much miss!" He meowed with joy as he ran out of the Streamclan camp to his home.

In the warm leaves of the den laid the sick she-cat. Not being able to move she curled up like a ball shaking. Next to her was her beloved mate, Stripewisker with the two oldest kits, Strike and Water. A rustle sound came from a distance. It was Marine with another cat. Stripewisker was revealed that his kit was safe. The tom rushed to the kit and started to groom him, looking up at the she-cat he purred. "Marine... who is this?". The she-cat smiled and introduced herself. "I am Faintripple from StreamClan... I'm the medicine cat." "Medicine Cat?" The tom meowed, wide eyed he looked at Marine. "Yes, Medicine cat." The she-cat smiled "You have a pretty brave kit over here..! He trespassed our territory and asked my clan leader for help..! Now, where is this sick she-cat I've been hearing about?" Stripewisker didn't hesitate to show the she-cat the way to his ill mate. The medicine cat examined her new patient and purred. "You should go for a bit... I want my patient to clam down and her family right there looking all worried won't help.." The tom nodded and picked up Marine, entering their humble den.

As time passed, the small family got even more stressed. Not a single word from the medicine cat to Stripewisker about Blossomheart's illness or if her condition was worsening. After an hour Faintripple walked into the den. It was already night time and the kits had fallen asleep. The tom got up and rushed to the medicine cat. "How is she?" he asked in a worried tone. The she-cat lowered her head and slowly shook her head in disagreement. "She didn't make it... I've tried everything I could, but it was too late for her." The tom rushed to his mate and laid beside her, crying and yowling, he was devastated with the news. As he laid next to his mate's corpse, Marine woke up. He had heard his father's terrifying cries and woke up his siblings. The kits walked out of the den, Marine looked up at the medicine cat and lowered his ears. The she-cat's eyes were watery and her head was low. At this point The dark kit knew what was going on. "She didn't make it... did she?" a soft meow was heard from the kit's mouth as the she-cat's head shook. "I did everything I could... I'm sorry." The kits gasped when they heard the she-cat's sad tone. Marine walked towards his mother, Water ran to her father but Strike just ran back into the den and began to cry. The small family had lost a member... and it was time to go.

Stripewisker stood up and huged Water. "We have to leave... This is no place for kit's your age... We're heading to your mother's old clan... Where I meet her... There you will all have a safe life, filled with joy and excitement. We leave at high noon tomorrow." purred the devastated tom to his kits as he slowly stood up. "NO!" yowled Marine in anger. "I'm not leaving my mother! If she died in the hands of a StreamClan member, the least I could do is serve them until the day I die!" The cats gasped at the kit's words. " I agree..!" A distant meow that came from the den. "I think we should at least return the favor, after all... they risked their medicine cat to save a rouge... I don't think they're even suppose to do that!" It was Strike that was hearing everything from the den entrance. The dark-gray kit walked to his young brother's side and sat down. "I'm going with them... and there's nothing you can do about it..." The tom signed and nodded in agreement. "Alright... If you want to return the favor, then do so... But we're going home... where I know they're waiting for us..." The medicine cat hesitated and let out a big yowl. "But, what about my clan leader? We can't just assume she'll let you two join our clan!" Marine looked at her and smiled "I guess we'll have to find out!" The kits said goodbye to their father and sister and ran towards the clan's entrance and stopped right in their tracks.}

_{Chapter IV: A Fresh Start:}
_{"Hey! Wait for me!" meowed Faintripple as she followed the two kits to the clan entrance, finally catching up to them. "Why can't you boys wait for me!? I'm the clan member!" The she-cat growled at the kits and sat down to catch her breath.

(Will be Updated between roleplays)}

|| Additional Info ||

RELATIONS

_{Family:
Parents: Blossomheart (died) x Stripewisker
Siblings:
Middle Sister: Waterpaw
Older Brother: Strikepaw ( Vritra-Rising )
Relationship Status: Single
Mate: None
Kits: None}

Relationships

= Acquaintance
= Uncertainty
= Friend
= Good Friend
= Family
= Crush
= Love
= Lust
= Greatly Dislike
/ = Despise

StreamClan:

Faintripple
Strikepaw

AirClan:

LightClan:

MountainClan:

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Fur texture/length: Medium-long, double-coated soft fur.
Sent: Pine and moss.
Body type: Lean body with small paws and very large ears.
Breed: 25% Turkish Van, 25% Russian Blue, 20% American Short-haired, 30% Mane Coon.
Pelt: Dark bluish-gray coat with white spots on his muzzle, paws and tail tip.
Eyes: Large, dark pine green.

Image size

2000x1131px 2.41 MB

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Vritra-Rising

Dec 22, 2014

^{Let's roleplay Marine and Strike.}