Post by Sousamaphone on Dec 28, 2011 20:20:20 GMT -5
[/color] Ancient (is that positive?); Wise and Intelligent
| Fallentree |[ The oldest cat int he forest...And don't you forget it, whipper-snapper! ]
| Cat's Name | Fallentree
| Nicknames | Dragon
| Age | 168 Moonsish (about 14 years, incredibly old for a feral cat)
| Rank | Elder
| Gender | Tom
| Positive Traits |
[/li][li][/color] Good Humoured
[/li][li][/color] Amazing with kits
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| Negative Traits |
[/li][li][/color] Forgetful about the 'Little Stuff'
[/li][li][/color] Sometimes 'Stuck inn the Old Ways'
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| Likes |
[/li][li][/color] Kittens
[/li][li][/color] Sunny Sleeping
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| Dislikes |
[/li][li][/color] Disrespect
[/li][li][/color] His Leader
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| personality | He is a friendly outgoing cat who loves the kits of his Clan. He spends most of his time playing with them, and telling stories of his days as a warrior. He is very kind and wise, and he will give knowledge to any cat who seeks it, PrairieClan or not. He is no longer bound by the Clan lines and is friends with many cats in other Clans. In the face of danger, even now, he is a brave cat. He will protect the kits with his life, and though it may not be a lot of life, he does a good job. Almost all of the cats trust him, and the queens usually leave their kits in his care so they may go of and fight if necessary. He is the eldest cat in the mountains, probably in the wild and Cats from any Clan will listed to what he has to say. Many believe he is the voice of StarClan on Earth and it is even said that he still shares dreams with his warrior ancestors. He enjoys heading out of his den to watch the apprentices train, and often helps them out with a few moves.
| Appearance | He is a scrawny old cat but he wasn't always this way. He was once a handsome warrior with a dappled pelt. He has bright blue eyes which are now faded with age. For outside cats, it is almost painful to watch him walk around. It is easily noticeable that he is frail, with the threat of falling apart any second. Over time, his pelt has faded and has started to fall out, the bright colour of his eyes has faded and it is nearly impossible to tell that he was ever dappled. One thing has remained though, and that�s the enormous length of his huge white paws.
| Beliefs | Fallentree has had many brushes with StarClan in his past and is a firm believer. They will take him when it is time.
| History | Fallentree. The name rings love and respect when said in the airs of the forrest. An old and wise cat, he is seen for his excellence at telling stories of old and for his voice from StarClan. But he was not always the 170 moon old tom who lounges in the sun near the entrance to the Camp. No, once he had a different name.
Dragonstar. The name rang fierce and true to any-cat who heard it. A brave and courageous leader he was, striking fear and hatred into the hearts of his enemies, be them eagles or badgers or cats. One of the most respected leaders of all time, Dragonstar was proud and true.
But even from kithood he knew he would not always have the wonderful life of a warrior. As young Dragonkit played around in the nursery with his brother, Gryphonkit the cats around them could tell he would become very strong. He was mentored by the best warrior in the camp, Stallionheart, who was a strict mentor, but a good one. He taught Dragonpaw the best moves to use in battle, which once won him a fight against two warriors and an apprentice, and the best ways to hunt. Soon, he became the proud Dragonclaw, a fierce PrarieClan warrior.
But even from the days of pouncing in the nursery he had loved to listen to the elders and their stories and he couldn�t wait for the day that he would be that old and wise, when everybody would listen to him. He would spend hours just lounging with the elders and listening to them talk. He liked the sound of their raspy voices, cracked with age and experience.
But when his deputy died, fighting of a SmokeClan patrol single-pawed, Dragonclaw was chosen to fallow him. About ten moons later, his leader lost his last life to a pack of rats, and Dragonclaw became Dragonstar. At the age of twenty-four moons, he became one of the youngest leaders. Over the course of his combined fifty-two moons as a fit cat he trained four apprentices.
For about forty-two moons Dragonstar reigned as the leader of PrairieClan, one of the longest surviving leaders, he still had four of his nine lives left. But extra lives couldn�t cure old age. He knew that it would soon be time to retire. Night after night he asked StarClan if he would be aloud to hand the title of leader down to his deputy, Rainingheart, but he never got a reply.
Then one night, about a moon after his first notion of retirement, there was a huge storm. It started fairly suddenly and the cats passed it off as a simple shower and took refuge in their dens. But when a thick, single bolt of lightning hit a large oak tree just above the elder�s den, Dragonstar raced from the warriors den to save them. Some called it bravery, others foolishness, but he saved the life of three elders, and nearly lost his own. His tiny, aging body was struck by the trunk of the huge oak as he pushed the elders to safety. Then the storm stopped as suddenly as it had started.
For three nights Blazingsoul, Dragonstar�s medicine cat, watched over him, doing his best to safe the poor body of his leader. His soul had departed, but his final words had told the medic not to get rid of his body, that he would need it.
Dragonstar spent three days with StarClan, explaining to them his reason for wanting to retire, his desire that his Clan be led by Rainingheart, and the good wishes that he hoped upon his Clan. He was even granted the honour of giving Rainingstar her name and final life. The pair returned together to the camp.
The fallowing day, Dragonstar was renamed Fallentree and Larktalon was named deputy of PrairieClan.
He has seen many of his friends leave this world but his pact with StarClan remains strong. His successor's tragic death lead to the rise of Larktalon(Larkstar) as the new leader. But it seemed the new leader's twisted son was changing him and Fallentree was one of the only cats who could see this happening. yet he dare not say anything.
He misses the old days, of fighting and hunting, but he loves being looked to for guidance from the younger cats and he loves being an elder.
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