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Vulturepaw
basic information
NAME: Vulturepaw
→ Vulture, Vulturekit
AGE: 7 moons
CLAN: Prairieclan
→ Loner
RANK: Apprentice
GENDER: Tom (He/him)
INTERESTED IN: Still figuring it out
MATE: Closed
MENTOR: Open
APPRENTICE: Closed
PREFIX: Vulture - for his dark colouration
SUFFIX: -paw - denotes rank
appearance
A large tom-cat with unusually dark tabby markings and vibrant amber eyes.
Vulturepaw, although still young has grown into his paws which were once too big for his tiny kitten body. Although he is already deemed a large cat, he undoubtedly still has room to grow, as he has only seen six moons.
His pelt is particularly dark, the warm brown of his fur blotted out over the majority of his frame with black tabby markings. He doesn't have the luxury of knowing where he inherited his colouration from, his parents abandoned him before he had the chance to know them, but he likes to envision that there's someone out there that looks just like him.
Vulturepaw's fur is long and shaggy at times, it takes a long time to maintain so much fur, and he doesn't always have time to sit and ensure he is meticulously groomed. So, often you may find that he has the stray leaf or piece of moss entangled in his pelt, but he doesn't seem to mind. He has long whiskers, which unfortunately he does not think he'll ever grow into, and they seem to be permanently kinked and twisted from the various times he's squeezed into spaces too small for a cat of his size to venture, curiosity getting the better of him.
Vulturepaw, although still young has grown into his paws which were once too big for his tiny kitten body. Although he is already deemed a large cat, he undoubtedly still has room to grow, as he has only seen six moons.
His pelt is particularly dark, the warm brown of his fur blotted out over the majority of his frame with black tabby markings. He doesn't have the luxury of knowing where he inherited his colouration from, his parents abandoned him before he had the chance to know them, but he likes to envision that there's someone out there that looks just like him.
Vulturepaw's fur is long and shaggy at times, it takes a long time to maintain so much fur, and he doesn't always have time to sit and ensure he is meticulously groomed. So, often you may find that he has the stray leaf or piece of moss entangled in his pelt, but he doesn't seem to mind. He has long whiskers, which unfortunately he does not think he'll ever grow into, and they seem to be permanently kinked and twisted from the various times he's squeezed into spaces too small for a cat of his size to venture, curiosity getting the better of him.
description
He's only young when the stranger arrives, and he stares from behind his mama's legs as she prepares to defend their home from his intrusion. He has only just learnt to walk on his stumpy kitten legs, so following her order to stay in the nest isn't hard at all.
The stranger is old, even his walk is strange - the way he seems to shift weight from one joint. He's just looking for a warm place to rest for the night, their barn seemed inviting. Mama lets him stay, permitting he stay on the other side of the barn, away from their small family.
He doesn't know how many days pass, but the stranger remains. He claims to be regaining his strength for a large journey ahead. Vulture (that's what his mama called him) is curious, he wants to know more about the cat that is sharing their home.
Mama wouldn't like it, but when she next goes out to hunt, he wobbles his way over to where the stranger is resting his eyes. He reaches out and prods him with a brown paw, stumbling backwards when the strangers eyes fly open.
"Hello, and what do they call you?"
The grizzled toms mew is raspy and cold, he smiles as though he means to be friendly, but Vulture doesn't feel warm like he does when his mama smiles at him. His mama has a lovely smile, not like the smile this stranger had.
The stranger stays with them for many more days, and during that time Vulture visits him whenever his mama goes hunting. The stranger tells him of Silverpelt and about how the great ancestors live in the sky, twinkling down at them as stars.
"Just like in my dream" the kitten says through a yawn, he doesn't notice the glint in the strangers eyes when he says this. Nor does he have the chance to elaborate about the dream he'd had about the cats with stars in their pelts and the places he had wandered in his dreamscape. His mama returns before he has the chance, scooping him up and marching him back to their nest where he drifts off into a slumber.
The next day he gets to go on an adventure! He's never before ventured beyond the walls of the barn, but this time when his mama goes hunting, the stranger suggests they go on an expedition of their own. His mama would be so proud of him, to know how big and brave he was to explore the great unknown.
Only, the stranger was not telling the truth. He took him beyond the walls and once they had gone a little ways, plucked him up by the scruff and ran much faster than he seemed capable of running. Vulture bounced and jostled and cried when he realized that they were running away from the barn, away from his mama and siblings - but the stranger did not take him back.
This stranger had had kits before. They were all gone now, that's what he said, but he didn't say where they had gone to - only that they were no longer there. Vulture did not understand, but guessed that this stranger - Papa, he was told to call him, must miss his kits very much, to have become so desperate as to take him from his home.
Dream. Papa told him that he must dream. He doesn't really know why, but he falls asleep and tries to dream anyway. When he wakes, if he has a story to tell, papa brings him fresh kill. The prey his mama would bring him tasted better than the prey here, but he feels like to argue would bring dire consequences.
Papa never harms him. But sometimes Vulture feels as though he might, when he fails to dream and his eyes fill with something resembling anger.
When the dreams don't come, papa says that eating is a privilege, it must be earned. If he does not do as he is asked, then surely he does not deserve a reward? After three days with no dreams, Vulture's tummy begins to feel as though a thousand star-filled cats were clawing at his insides.
When papa leaves him alone, he goes in search of home.
He isn't sure in which direction to search for his mother, just a couple of moons old, he doesn't know how to track and everything looked the same without someone to guide him.
After the second sunrise on his own, his luck turns as a friendly old loner finds him chewing on a stick in an attempt to satiate his hunger. He smiles a genuine smile, not the one Papa used to have and brings him fresh kill. He cannot look after him forever, that's what he says because he is old and can't catch as much prey as he used to, but he knows of somewhere the kit may be welcomed.
The loner - Finch, takes him to meet more cats. A group of them, who eyed them with suspicion at first, but then agreed to take him back to their camp. Vulture thanked Finch, claiming that he would never forget his kindness as one of the cats picked him up and carried him towards his new home.
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He was renamed Vulturekit and taken in by a nursing queen, Wrenfoot, who raised him alongside her own kits Ryekit and Gorsekit. The other kits were nice enough, Vulturekit was happy falling asleep beside them each night. He was never hungry, like Papa had allowed him to be, food was treated as his right, rather than something to be earned.
It wasn't long before he forgot all about the barn that he once called home, or the stranger who had forced him to dream in return for food. Those memories were hidden behind a veil of kittenhood - sometimes he dreamed of the warm smile of his mother until it morphed into something more sinister, but the faces attached to those expressions were lost to him.
Prairieclan was his home. He was told about how he would be a strong warrior one day, like Eaglefang, Wrenfoot's mate. The other kits seemed excited by that prospect, but Vulturekit only wondered if he would be good at it- would they expect him to leave if he wasn't?
Vulturekit was one of the friendliest kits in the nursery by the time he warmed up to being there, he could talk an elder's ear off and when he wasn't talking to his clanmates, he could often be found mumbling to himself, apparently lost in his own world.
He might've been bullied for it, if he wasn't so good at talking. Vulturekit rarely failed to talk himself out of trouble, not that he'd ever been eager to get himself into it in the first place - but he always seemed to follow his best friends lead, even if that took him into disastrous situations.
Wrenfoot doted upon him. He was her sweet boy, Starclan had sent him to her when the clan needed him most.
Starclan...
He asked her about Starclan, wondering if they were the cats he'd dreamed about when he was little. He talked and talked, asking so many questions that soon Wrenfoot diverted him to another source, someone who knew more than she could offer.
Vulturekit badgered that poor medicine cat more than he'd badgered anyone else. Asking if the starry cats ever visited dreams, and why. He didn't really understand, but he was fascinated by it all the same - after all, that must be why he'd been taken away from his first mother, the one whose face he could no longer remember.
After that day, he went to sleep hoping Starclan might visit.
On his sixth moon, Vulturekit was podded and poked by Wrenfoot until he was sore! She licked at his fur, attempting to tame the shaggy mess that it had become after a morning of playing with his denmates, but it was practically a lost cause.
He didn't understand her fretting, not until a clan meeting was called and he realized the day had finally arrived! The day he was no longer regarded as a kit among his clanmates.
The day he became Vulturepaw!
It wasn't long before he forgot all about the barn that he once called home, or the stranger who had forced him to dream in return for food. Those memories were hidden behind a veil of kittenhood - sometimes he dreamed of the warm smile of his mother until it morphed into something more sinister, but the faces attached to those expressions were lost to him.
Prairieclan was his home. He was told about how he would be a strong warrior one day, like Eaglefang, Wrenfoot's mate. The other kits seemed excited by that prospect, but Vulturekit only wondered if he would be good at it- would they expect him to leave if he wasn't?
Vulturekit was one of the friendliest kits in the nursery by the time he warmed up to being there, he could talk an elder's ear off and when he wasn't talking to his clanmates, he could often be found mumbling to himself, apparently lost in his own world.
He might've been bullied for it, if he wasn't so good at talking. Vulturekit rarely failed to talk himself out of trouble, not that he'd ever been eager to get himself into it in the first place - but he always seemed to follow his best friends lead, even if that took him into disastrous situations.
Wrenfoot doted upon him. He was her sweet boy, Starclan had sent him to her when the clan needed him most.
Starclan...
He asked her about Starclan, wondering if they were the cats he'd dreamed about when he was little. He talked and talked, asking so many questions that soon Wrenfoot diverted him to another source, someone who knew more than she could offer.
Vulturekit badgered that poor medicine cat more than he'd badgered anyone else. Asking if the starry cats ever visited dreams, and why. He didn't really understand, but he was fascinated by it all the same - after all, that must be why he'd been taken away from his first mother, the one whose face he could no longer remember.
After that day, he went to sleep hoping Starclan might visit.
On his sixth moon, Vulturekit was podded and poked by Wrenfoot until he was sore! She licked at his fur, attempting to tame the shaggy mess that it had become after a morning of playing with his denmates, but it was practically a lost cause.
He didn't understand her fretting, not until a clan meeting was called and he realized the day had finally arrived! The day he was no longer regarded as a kit among his clanmates.
The day he became Vulturepaw!
personality
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Pre-Plotting: Vulturepaw was adopted from Coyotepaw's want ad and also has ties to Brightfire's past, as they both unknowingly crossed paths with the same sinister parental figure as kits. Vulturepaw also fits the peony role within Prairieclan the most, as his outsider roots mean he's less understanding of the conflicts between clans. He believes that the clans need to work together in times of hardship, to prevent loss of life, rather than allow fights to break out and spill more blood.
Family: Vulturepaw has an incredibly strong bond with his adoptive mother, Wrenfoot. She doted on him in the nursery and still babies him a little - Vulturepaw tries not to complain, it's nice to know she cares. But, he's also not a baby anymore. He isn't as close with his adopted father, Eaglefang took a hands off approach with raising the kits, with the idea that he'd be more involved once they became apprentices. Vulturepaw also has two adopted siblings which I imagine he's pretty close to, it's hard to shake the feelings of gratitude for the family that raised him when he had no one.
Friends: Vulturepaw is sweet, and he's kind. He doesn't find it hard to win people over, although his odd disposition can initially make things difficult. Once people have the chance to get to know him, they usually warm quickly, it's just getting past that initial discomfort that's a struggle.
Romance: Vulturepaw is still figuring this out! What are feelings? Everyone is friend shaped, has he had crushes? What does that even feel like?
Rivals: There are plenty of opportunties for rivals in Vulturepaw's life! He's a little odd-ball, and not everyone likes that! Other apprentices can mainly fill this role, as well as cats who perhaps aren't as welcoming to outsiders!
Family: Vulturepaw has an incredibly strong bond with his adoptive mother, Wrenfoot. She doted on him in the nursery and still babies him a little - Vulturepaw tries not to complain, it's nice to know she cares. But, he's also not a baby anymore. He isn't as close with his adopted father, Eaglefang took a hands off approach with raising the kits, with the idea that he'd be more involved once they became apprentices. Vulturepaw also has two adopted siblings which I imagine he's pretty close to, it's hard to shake the feelings of gratitude for the family that raised him when he had no one.
Friends: Vulturepaw is sweet, and he's kind. He doesn't find it hard to win people over, although his odd disposition can initially make things difficult. Once people have the chance to get to know him, they usually warm quickly, it's just getting past that initial discomfort that's a struggle.
Romance: Vulturepaw is still figuring this out! What are feelings? Everyone is friend shaped, has he had crushes? What does that even feel like?
Rivals: There are plenty of opportunties for rivals in Vulturepaw's life! He's a little odd-ball, and not everyone likes that! Other apprentices can mainly fill this role, as well as cats who perhaps aren't as welcoming to outsiders!
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