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Fishing and swimming; Agile and fast
Mother - Leafwhisker - Bengal cat with medium, evenly sized black spots - Deceased
Father - Unknown - Suspected to be a rouge
Sister - Unnamed - A sheen, black cat - Died during childbirth
Baboon fang in ear for becoming a warrior
When he was born, his mother, Leafwhisker, was in immense pain. Though he was the first kit, his sister was born dead. His mother mourned for the lost of her kit the moment she saw her. It took a whole day for Leafwhisker to name her surviving son. She named him Blackkit for the large splotches that covered his orange/tan fur. When he was old enough to walk and talk, he was too uncertain to talk to or play with anyone because of the fact he had no sibling to be with. He ended be mostly to himself, playing with vines and leaves that were strewn on the edges of the camp. Yet, when he wanted to have a friend, he listened to the myths and stories that the elders told him.
As an apprentice, Blackpaw grew a great interest to the ocean and the river. He loved the tale of Burntbush and he constantly told of how he wanted to become a great legend as well. So, he trained himself on his own time. He’d constantly visit the water, practicing fishing and soon enough, swimming. He was fascinated with it and frankly had fun with it. He also began figuring out how to climb trees. However, he began visibly showing up to training sections with injuries because of it; twisted paws, wrenched claws, cuts and scrapes, and once, a dislocated shoulder (which was thankfully treated quickly). His training went well, fueled by his ambition, but it changed when Leafwhisker died. She was attacked by a baboon and soon died from her wounds. Furious, Blackpaw swore vengence on the creatures for taking away the last family member he knew. When he heard them calling one night, he snuck out of camp, tracked them down, and attacked. Though he was swift and agile, so were the baboons. He was able to swing a few swipes, blinding one of the baboon’s eye, but with a single swoop, he was thrown out of the tree and onto the ground. He ran to the ocean, covered in scratches along his back, and hid in the water until day break. He was found next morning by his mentor and was rushed to the medicine cat. The water had soaked through his light, thin pelt, making him so cold that he nearly passed out. Yet, the water kept his cuts clean, appearing to almost heal him. He took this as an act of Starclan, sparing him. After he had recovered, he resumed the last of his training, appreciating the ocean far more than he ever had.
He was named Blackbeak. At first he thought that it was for the black splotch that covered his mouth, but he was told he was given that name after the eagles, one of the only animals that attack and kill baboons. As a warrior, he continues to strive to become a legend, and perhaps, a leader. He can be commonly found by the water, fishing and standing in the water.
Blackbeak stood on the beach, his eyes looking at the rising moon. It was just a sliver tonight, as if a great big cat went up the black sky and tore his claw through it, letting in a bright white glow. Silverpelt was beginning to appear as a giant glittering belt across the sky. The crests of the waves seemed to glow white and the rest shimmered. The rushing sounds of the waves overwhelmed the evening noises of the jungle. When he inhaled, the salty but rotten smell of low tide strongly hit his nose.
The young warrior loved it and he silently thanked StarClan for it all. He glanced up at the stars, wondering which one was Leafwhisker. “Are you proud of me? I did my best to be a good warrior,” he silently asked to Silverpelt. He stared for a few moments, his ears pricked forwards for an answer. But, there was nothing. He let out a small sigh and turned towards the forest. “I better head home,” he murmured aloud. He padded off the beach and darted into the underbush.
You’re my leader but your decisions have become ridiculous. You expect me to follow you?
You are an apprentice but you act like a senior warrior. I respect you and thought seasons are between us, I think we understand each other.
We met few times already. Your kindness bothers me because then you become rather mean. You're causing a lot of border problems.
I saved you once but don’t expect it again
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Name meaning: Reminded his mother of a buzzard from his aggressive behavior and pelt. His speed and continued behavior gave him the name of Buzzardheart.
Previous Names: Buzzardkit, Buzzardpaw
Age (Moons): 35 moons
Kin & Family:
Mother: Sharpclaw ((missing))
Sisters: Harepaw ((deceased/killed by a fox in the tunnels)), Sunwhisker
Hard-working, Clever, Decisive, Brave, Aggressive, Very Mature, Ambitious, Occasionally power-hungry, Brutally honest, Short-Tempered
= Good = Neither/Both = Bad
Likes: Running, wind, storms, fighting
Dislikes: Stubborn/those who disagree with him, snow, foxes, being in the tunnels for so long
Fears: Death, losing the trust of his clanmates
Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Mostly likely straight
Current Mate: n/a
Past Mate(s): n/a
Wants Kits?: Depends on the situation
His life started out rather normal for a kit, born early Greenleaf and it made him enjoy the heat. He was rather aggressive towards his female siblings, wrestling with them but darting away before they could react. When he became an apprentice, he learned his love for running and the thrill of chasing. His siblings loved the tunnels and he was usually pulled in for a game of hide and seek. He was seen as naive and as Sunpaw grew more attached to her Clan duties, he and Harepaw would play. Sharpclaw dissapeared one night while out for a walk, distressing the young 'paw greatly. One day to cheer him up, Harepaw brought Buzzardpaw into a section of tunnels that was still being dug out. He begged for his sister to come out, that it was unsafe, but in a flash, she was gone. A fox had taken her. Buzzardpaw believed it was all his fault and very quickly matured, refusing to play with any kits or joke around with Sunpaw. He began training more to become stronger and faster, and more cunning. When he became a warrior, he was determined to help out in any battle possible. His hatred for the other clans grew and a mindset that Dustclan should rule the entire land began as well. He took on an apprentice, Sandpaw who then became Sandtail. He strongly supports the secret tunnels and though he dislikes being in them for a long time, he helps dig and trap any prey in the tunnel with his large size. He was chosen as a deputy for his bravery, ambition, and ability to make important decisions in a time of crisis.
ll Harepaw ll
You were my very best friend Harepaw. I miss you and I miss how much we played and had fun. Only if you were still here…
l Sharpclaw ll
You are my mother but I have no idea where you went. You disappeared when I was just a ‘paw and I miss you oh so much. I smell for your scent wherever I walk but I cannot remember it anymore. I know the enemy clans must have taken you. I will refuse to believe you ran off.
l Sunwhisker ll
You are my sister and a friend, but nothing more. You are in my way too much, reminding me of my family. Yet, I care for you. You’re all of the family I know.
You were my apprentice. I am proud of you and I am glad you grew up to become so strong. You are such a strong tom but I wonder if you belong here.
You are my leader and I respect every decision you make, as long as I have some say in it. I wonder how many lives you have left…
You are my medicine cat and help heal my warriors. You are very important to our clan and help keep peace with the other clans...for now.
A nice clanmate. I should talk more to you.
((Will be updated when more roleplaying is done))
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Skype: Yes (send me a message for my skype)
M: Yes (But ask first)
Brief Description: Is rather large with broad shoulders. A lithe shape otherwise which makes him a strong, muscular runner.
Short or Long?: Short
Soft or Dry?: Soft
Smooth or Rough?: Smooth
Any Scars?: Yes, along his right side and a streak of claw marks between his shoulder blades
Eye Color: Yellow
Pawpad Color: Black
Nose Color: Black