Name: Heronstripe


Age: 17 Moons

Gender:Tom

Clan: ShadowClan

Apprentice:Open

Rank: Warrior

Mate/Crush: Honeydapple

Kin: Blackclaw (Father) Silverstone (Mother), Reedpaw (Younger Brother)

Description: Heronstripe has a long, slim body, which is covered in a long, silky pelt. His pelt is a pale silver in color, with darker gray-black swirls throughout it. He had a white throat, along with his paws chest and stomach. Heronstripe’s ears are large and triangular, with tufts of black on the tips. His paw pads and nose are dark gray, appearing to be almost entirely black. His tail is long, and is held, plume-like, high in the air. The young toms eyes are a pretty amber-color. Faint flecks of gold surround his pupils, which sit in his wide, rounded eyes. His face has a triangle-like shape, but appears rounder because of his long fur. Heronstripe’s paws are very large and fluffy, with fur sticking out between the toes. He appears slim, and he is a bit muscular, but he’s mostly just a thin cat. He's developed a bit more muscle over time, but he is still a slimly-built cat. Fluffier than most, and taller than many, he does seem like a large tom.

A real gentle giant.

Personality: Heronstripe can be described as an incredibly loving tom. He adores his baby brother, Reedpaw, and treats him as if he’s the same age and not a few moons younger. He was close to his mother and father, and wishes often that he could see them. He cares for his Clan very much. He’s a real sweetheart, but has a slight sarcastic streak. It must run in the family, because his brother and father also enjoy a good does of sarcasm every so often.

If pestered enough by his younger brother, he will give in. But not for other cats. Reedpaw is the only one who can make him bend the rules. Heronstripe enjoys his warrior duties very much, and works hard. He also enjoys a good laugh with anyone. Overall, he’s very friendly in personality.

As friendly as he is, he'll defend his Clan when he must. Fighting isn't his strongest suit, but he can use his size in his own benefit. If anything, he doesn't enjoy it much, but no one ever enjoys every duty that comes with being a warrior. He just has to power through it.

History: Heronstripe was born Heronkit for his fine, feathery coat and gray-blue pelt. Like the rest of his family before and after him, he had very large ears, tufted in fur, and large, furry paws. He had an uneventful time in the nursery, leaving his mother’s side to explore only to check in every so often to see if she was alright. He became an apprentice at the age of six moons like any other cat, and spent the first few moons doing everything right. He was formally introduced to Reedkit a bit later because he was always so busy training. His mistake..he probably should have done it sooner.

Something seem to go by so quickly, and Heronstripe's training was most definitly one of them. Yes, ther first few moons had felt as slow as mud, but things had definitly sped up by his eighth moon. He sort of went about things on his own. Though friendly, his only close friend was his younger brother. He was near the end of his training when that stage stopped. Reedpaw introduced him to Flintpaw, his younger sibling's friend, and Heronpaw finally decided he was going to get to know a certain she-cat a whole lot better.

Yes, he'd known Honeypaw for most of his life, if not all of it, but he'd never really had the courage to talk to her. Most cast would think he was scared off by her sisters, who didn't seem to be the nicest of cats. Reedpaw, Flintpaw, and Heronstripe will tell you otherwsie. He was just afraid to talk to honeypaw, because well...he was shy around her, like any other young tom around that certain she-cat.

Som he struck up a conversation with her, helped her out with a few things, and then came the dog. That stupid mutt would change everything around for Heronstripe once again. (Okay, so he was still Heronpaw at this time...but you know what I'm going on about.) He and Honeypaw were sent out on different patrols to find and ultimately kill the dog.He was sent to keep an eye on the patrol, to call for help if needed. Then the dog attacked Honeypaw, his Honeypaw.

It was like someone had lit a fire underneath him. He shot out of the bushes, and after a few warning swats at the dog, took a protective stance by his best friend. then, as most stories go, they went back to camp...there was a ceremony that involved a bit of comedy on nightkit and Reedpaw's part, and now...here he is, quite the warrior. A bit pre-occupied over Honeypaw's condition, but a warrior none the less.
Time has passed, yes, as it always does. He's gotten a bit older, Honeypaw is now a warrior along with her sisters. Reedpaw's just getting into more trouble, which does concern his older brother..and Flintpaw seems to be in a bit of a decline. He knows they'll push through whatever phases they're in, that everything will even out in time. He's focused on what he has to do, and who he has to know..it's a lot nicer having Honeydapple in the same den, close by. Though it is a little weird to have her sisters close by

They still don't like him...

He doesn't know why...it doesn't seem smart to ask.

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