Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2019 1:11:02 GMT
To begin with, overall, for the good, Weaselstream is an overbearingly charming and charismatic sire. He might not be the most loquacious type, but when he's speaking, his words flow out so fluently, just having a simple charm, even with the way he words and says things. He is charismatic, wanting the best for himself, including everyone around him. He is one to inspire and push those who feel they "can't" do something, when he knows, with hard work, it can be done. Weaselstream is a very focused male, as he never fails to get a task done. If he doesn't get something done, he gets stressed and frustrated with himself. Then there's if he doesn't do something correctly, he will not give up until he gets it right, making him a sedulous cat. Giving up is not something that Weaselstream does. This young, intellectual warrior is considered adroit and as said, intelligent for his rather young age. He can explain something in depth, and possibly confuse another being, either older or younger than him. He's wise for his age, it's somewhat petrifying. He is like the dictionary with his immense vocabulary. Weaselstream's last great trait is probably his frolicsome side. There are times where he can be whimsical, which only makes him more sweet and charming. He enjoys messing around, but there are times when that needs to stop. In conclusion, unfortunately, as great as Weaselstream is with his cleverness and focus, he does have a few negatives to him as well.
Weaselstream has trouble showing emotion, being apathetic which makes him come off as rude; misunderstood. He is also quite impatient, as then again, if he's working by someone's side, they must be as dedicated as him to get whatever is it done. Lastly, because of his stoic expression and monotone vocals, he is serious and calculating, so despises "funny business", but only during important situations, when there's a threat or something dangerous may happen. Some may say seriousness and calculation is a good trait, but for him, he can often be too serious. Above all, Weaselstream might be a good man and all, but he is short-tempered, and one wrong move, he will not put up with it, and finish what had been started. He is one who doesn't walk away from situations, and in fact, as stated before, will finish them to the best of his abilities. Lastly, his imperiousness. Weaselstream, indeed, is bossy, as he prefers to get things done before beginning to mess around or make jokes. Everything must be accomplished before anything else is done.
Two RiverClan warriors, Blacktooth and Snowberry, had a litter of four kits many moons ago. They were named Owlkit, Newtkit, Icekit and Bitterkit. Weaselkit was the largest of the litter, a strong little tom, followed by Icekit, an average sized she-kit, followed by Bitterkit, a large tom, and finally, Newtkit, the runt of the litter, so he'd gotten 'newt' for his diminutive size. Bitterkit was a black, long-furred tabby with grey stripes and green eyes. Icekit was named for her icy blue eyes. Weaselkit, however was not named such for any trait he possessed. Though his pelt may match certain species of the bird, it was an owl flying high above them seconds after his birth that gave him his name. The four were born in the season of Newleaf, on a chilly, but sunny morning. It seemed a blessing from StarClan.
Newtkit was the timid cat of the bunch. He would often take coaxing to get him to explore like Iceskit, Bitterkit, and Weaselkit. Icekit was reckless, charging around blindly, always wondering what was around the corner. Though Weaselkit and Bitterkit were curious just as any young cat, they were more cautious than their rambunctious sister. However, whilst Bitterkit was harsh and moody, Weaselkit quickly learnt to be gentler, due to his overpowering size. When his siblings would attack at their full power, Weaselkit would not. He feared he might harm his siblings, after the many warnings his parents had given him.
When they finally reached six moons, it was Icekit who was most excited. This wasn’t to say that Owlkit wasn’t ecstatic to be made an apprentice. It simply meant that he was able to hide it better than his sister, who quite nearly vibrated in place. Weaselkit was give Breezeflight as a mentor, a senior warrior of RiverClan. Some feared the aging she-cat was too old to mentor another apprentice, and though Weaselkit would be her last apprentice, she proved to the Clan that and old cat can push through until the very end. Some young cats might have been jealous when their siblings received younger warriors as their mentor, but Weaselkit didn’t seem to mind at all.
Breezeflight was a very patient she-cat, who carefully explained each battle move, and each hunting technique to her apprentice, who proved to be a very technical cat. He had a tendency to ask a lot of questions, and preferred to know the whole process before trying it out himself. It meant that their training sessions tended to be longer than others, and he learnt slower than the others, but once the young sandy tom got it, he got it. Breezeflight was thrilled with the progress her apprentice would make, even if his siblings had learnt what he did two days before. She was never discouraged, and in turn, he was never discouraged.
When he was ten moons old, the Leafbare was particularly harsh. The medicine cat had begun to suspect there might be something wrong with Newtpaw, as he would often have difficulty breathing after hard training sessions. It became blindingly clear when Newtpaw fell extremely ill once the cold rolled in. He spent six days in the medicine cat den, and Weaselpaw could only watch horrified as his little brother’s body would be raked by horrible coughs that sounded as though the black tom was choking. On the sixth night, Newtpaw was hit by a particularly hard bought of coughing. Weaselpaw watched as his brother’s green eyes widened suddenly. It took the sandy tom a moment to realize that he had stopped breathing. Newtpaw thrashed wildly, his mouth agape, desperate for air, but none came to him. His lungs had filled with fluid, and the young tom passed away before he could be made a warrior.
It was hard on the whole family, and though Newtpaw's passing left a heavy feeling in Weaselpaw's chest, he knew that his brother was with StarClan now, where he could live without the pains of his illness. Icepaw, however, did not take it so well. She began to grow more and more aggressive in her training, and Breezeflight and Weaselpaw both could see that her recklessness had only grown. She seemed to disregard her life completely. This would be proven later on in her life. Bitterpaw...he'd been devastated as well, and he had stopped working hard. It was as if the strong and harsh apprentice was depressed, and actually had a soft side.
For two moons, it was the same. Icepaw pushing herself too far, Bitterpaw slowing down in his apprentice progress, and Weaselpaw doing his best to understand the lessons Breezeflight taught him. And then the day they were named warriors. Weaselpaw became Weaselstream and Icepaw became Icestrike. Their first challenge wasted no time in appearing. Weaselstream was on a stroll with Icestream, and Bitterpaw became Bitterflight, Breezeflight, Icestrike, Bitterflight, Blacktooth and Snowberry. It was a walk of friends and family. The air was light around them as they joked and laughed. All but Icestrike. The group split slightly, heading off to hunt. Weaselstream had dropped low to hunt a nearby mouse, when a shriek caught his attention. It was a familiar voice. He took off as fast as he could in the direction of the cry, in time to see a fox grab his mentor and shake her mercilessly. Weaselstream through himself at the creature, even though he knew it was too late to save Breezeflight.
The fox turned its attention on him now. As it charge towards him, Weaselstream did his best to avoid the attacks, calling out loudly to alert his family. He could hear them charging towards him, calling his name. Suddenly, the fox lunged, and Weaselstream rose up on his hind legs. The moment he did, he knew he had committed a fatal mistake. He tried to stagger back, out of range, but the fox’s large claws managed to hit him. Most of the wounds were harmless scratches, but one claw managed to dig deeper than the others, cutting him from the chest to just before his stomach. Just as he collapsed and things began to fade, Weaselstream made out a shrieking sound. He would learn later that it had been his sister as she and his parents charged the fox.
By some miracle, Weaselstream survived his injuries. However, he was in the medicine den for many moons. He learnt that his family had managed to chase the fox away, and though they had managed to get Weaselstream back alive, Breezeflight had not made it. His wounds began healing slowly, and movement was hard for him. He risked tearing his wound open once more. During his time in the medicine den, he was powerless in the death of both his father and sister in the same battle. Just as he had expected, Icestrike and attacked blindly once a cat killed her father. His mother, Snowberry was devastated, understandably, as was he. He felt useless, trapped in the den.
Slowly, he began to be able to move again. He was told that he had been lucky. Though the wound had bled a lot, it had not been deep enough to cause death. Still, he was warned it would take moons to heal, and he knew it. By four moons, he could move without pain. He began to practice, but it was slow, and careful. He wouldn’t go back to his full force until ten moons later. It was all out of caution. His wound turned into a scar, and at 23 moons old, Weaselstream began to retrain himself. After two moons, he was back and ready to continue. His mother had since retired to the elder’s den, partially due to her rising age, partially due to a freak accident that blinded her. No one knows what happened, as she cannot remember. She was found unconscious and bleeding from her face and paws. She had minor injuries on her paw, but her eyes were now completely useless. Weaselstream visited his now blind mother everyday, helping her to readjust to her new life without sight.
Weaselstream was given his first apprentice at the age of 26 moons. Thunderpaw was a rather excitable tom, whom was given to Weaselstream in hopes that the older tom would be able to calm him down a little bit. Weaselstream learnt, through this, just how much he enjoyed being able to teach, and tell of his experiences. Thunderpaw always seemed excited to hear about what he had to say. They were good for each other, Weaselstream passing on his calmer ways, and Thunderpaw keeping Weaselstream's mind occupied from the stress he had endured since becoming a warrior.
The training sessions...he never made simple. He'd hide, and climb trees and have Thunderpaw track Owlspirit down. The training for fighting was probably the hardest, as Weaselstream would go hard on the younger feline, making sure that Thunderpaw would be as skilled as Weaselstream was in battle as well. Hunting: Well, that wasn't easy for the both of them but in the process, working together, both toms learned to hunt. After moons of training the young apprentice, Thunderpaw had his warrior ceremony, being renamed Thunderspirit, for his personality. Weaselstream had somewhat changed Thunderspirit into a more reserved yet energetic cat. It was strange, but unique. Thunderspirit and Weaselstream, two peas in a pod.
Eventually, leaf-fall turned to leafbare, the days would grow colder and colder by the week. Weaselstream, himself had a hard time fighting off the illnesses that started to come. However, during this time, RiverClan was running low on warriors, considering felines were getting sick, even though they were the powerful allegiance at the time. Weaselstream was one who remained healthy, so he'd helped train another apprentice of RiverClan. He trained another feline named Briarpaw. This she-cat was sarcastic and moody, but Weaselstream learned patience this way, and he wouldn't mind that later on, as it would of course, come in handy.
The season was rough, but Weaselstream pulled through, making sure training sessions were difficult, but not too difficult to the point where he'd wear out the apprentice, or cause her to get sick or fatigued. The sessions made this young apprentice successful, and she was eventually named Briarstrike, for her amazing skill in battle, and her hard strikes.
Thankfully, Weaselstream had been healthy. However, leafbare had spread greencough, and greencough had spread like a swarm of provoked bees. Greencough had caught the current deputy of this time, and this deputy was a close friend of Weaselstream. The deputy was always being raked of petrifying coughs, just as Viperpaw was...This reminded the time of when Viperpaw died of the same situation. Weaselstream barely managed to pull through that death.
During these times, Weaselstream pushed himself harder, worse than when Icestrike, his sister, had pushed herself. Weaselstream was only doing this for the sake of RiverClan. He'd always go on hunting and border patrols, leading quite a pawful of them, but mainly border patrols. He made sure each border patrol was bringing back as much prey as possible for the clan, making sure the clan wouldn't starve. Even if the prey was scarce, Weaselstream never gave up, often allowing others to go back, and leave him alone to hunt, as others would grow exhausted and annoyed from all the searching of prey.
Unfortunately, the deputy had passed away, and he was there to whiteness it; it was like watching his brother, Newtpaw die before his eyes once again, but this time, with the deputy. Weaselstream was distraught, but he tried not to let it get the best of him, he'd only serve the clan better, just because of his close friend's death. He'd always worked harder, every time someone close to him passed, even though he did care for everyone within the clan.
Weaselstream mourned silently within his head, but soon enough, the leader...well, chose Weaselstream to become the deputy of RiverClan. He was absolutely astonished and felt honored. He'd be sure that the leader was happy about their choice. He soon had to travel to the Aurora Pool with the Medicine Cat, sharing tongues with StarClan and receiving his nine lives.
With being the deputy, he organized daily hunting and border patrols, made sure apprentices were doing their duties, and would take over whenever the leader was out or feeling ill in any manner.
Leafbare soon became Newleaf. Finally, it'd came. However, soon after, Weaselstream's clan, RiverClan, was forced into battle with another clan. Ugh, that was too much for RiverClan to handle, even if they won with ease. Every feline was forced into battle, except elders and kits, but elders did their best to help as well. During the battle, RiverClan's leader was secretly on their last life, and of course, told no one, not even Weaselstream. The leader had died due to an illness, and even with that, he fought in battle.
He fought bravely, ignoring what'd happened in his past, with the battle scars and whatnot. Owlspirit avenged the death of his father, Newtpaw, and the deputy by fighting in this battle. He still felt guilty afterwards, for the amount of blood-spill between clans, but yet, he was glad he'd taken some of it out of his system, as wrong as it may sound. He just wished he could go back and try to keep those deaths from happening, but there was no time traveling, after all.
The leader was murdered by Weaselstar himself, as Weaselstar couldn't handle the overly ambitious and greedy tom, much like every clan member within RiverClan, and Weaselstar was yet again, devastated yet shocked, as the leader never came back to life. He didn't expect to win the fight so easily. This shocked all of RiverClan, as the great, blood-thirsty leader had died. Weaselstar took the position as Weaselstar, being sure that he'd lead just as great as the former leader had, or possibly make the clan thrive better than before. He'd make sure that every feline within his clan felt safe, protected, and happy.
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