REEDFISHER ~ SHADOWCLAN

[! R E E D F i S H E R]

biography written by sky!

Other Accounts: glenpaw, cinderdust, copperpaw, kestrelwing, scorn

Character: reedfisher.
Gender: tom.
Clan: shadowclan.
Position: warrior.
Picture: here.

Reason for Name:

reed; when he was born, his mother thought the stripes along his pelt resembled the reeds in the damper parts of the territory.
fisher; when he returned to shadowclan, he brought a fish as a sign of peace.

Appearance:

reedfisher is far from being an unattractive tom, if anything, it's hard not to notice him at times. he isn't the bulkiest or most muscular tom around, if anything, he's a rather lanky-looking tom. rather large though, with long, thin legs ending in small, solid paws. with a longer than average tail and whiskers to match, he can sometimes seem to be a bit of a awkwardly-standing tom, seeming too thin. but that's only really when it's been raining, as his pelt covers most of this up. his head and face is rather average, with ears that may appear to be a bit smaller than usual and eyes that can seem a bit larger, but really, not many notice the little details. as mentioned above, his lanky build isn't always easy to fully notice, as his thick, longer than average pelt hides it and makes him appear to be more of a common-looking cat. reedfisher's fur, and the main reason behind the 'reed' part of his name is his rich brown pelt, which is streaked with thick dark stripes which form a tabby pattern across his body, and which also resemble reeds in a way. this colouring tends to grow lightest across his belly and darkest across his forehead, where the tabby markings are their clearest. what is different from most of his appearance though is his bright, vivid icy blue eyes, which depends on his mood, seem to be either as solid as ice or as smooth as a slow-running river. there are a few features that make young reedfisher stand out from others though, other than his vivid blue gaze. his rich brown coat, tends to have a beautiful golden shine to it, which at times can turn some of the brown in his fur to more of a ginger. the other is the collection of deep scars from his first battles that cover his hind legs.

Personality:

ecstatic and curious ,,

young reedfisher has always been a bit of a hard cat to keep up with. that's just the way he is and no one can really hope to change that. this tom seemed to be passionate about ever little thing, from a new flower blooming in the bare corner of the camp to a new skill he's learned from someone nearby. you know what? even if it's just a word that feels good rolling off his tongue, he'll get excited about it. if this tom isn't cheerfully approaching or hovering around the territory, you know something's wrong. his curiousity is another major thing that ties in with this, as he has always been impossible to stop from wandering off to discover something new. curiousity killed the cat, is something that would more than likely affect this young tom.

cheerful and questioning ,,

if there is something no one will deny, that is that reedfisher is probably one of the only cats who can almost always remain cheerful, even in the darkest of times. of course, he has a serious side, but that doesn't come into play a lot of the time. this tom needs answers, that's all there is to it. if he isn't sure about something, or doesn't understand, he will strive to find the answers he needs to understand. but at the same time, he believes anything is possible until proven otherwise. in a way, you could tie all of it in with his ecstatic and curious sides, but in it's own way, you can't.

talkative ,,

this tom has a mouth that runs faster than a cheetah most of the time, and it is almost impossible to shut him up once you get him started on a subject. he has this bad habit of rambling on for hours if he's allowed to and usually no one understand half of what he's going on about. not that he really minds, though he tends to judge others on if they can keep up with his motor-mouth at times, and doesn't really like rephrasing things, or repeating himself. although this skill may seem pointless at times, reedfisher is an expert with words, and can talk himself both into trouble and out of it with ease. in a way he is a manipulator of words, yet at the same time, he doesn't like to try and con others into believing anything but the truth, unless it is best.

truthful, confident and oblivious ,,

this time is one of those cats who knows when you need to tell the truth and when you shouldn't, but most of the time he won't sugar-coat the truth, and will openly speak his mind, which at times can come across as being quite rude. but he believes every word that comes out of his mouth and seems to have no sense of embarrassment, or judge of character. on the contrary, it is what he does best, judge others. yet at the same time, he is surprising oblivious to others feels toward him, in the ways of friendship and love. of course, he can tell when someone is angry with him and when someone is upset, or worried, but he cannot for the life of him really tell what others think of him friendship and love wise.

loyal and pacifist views ,,

reedfisher, from first rejoining shadowclan, has been tugged deep into the clan's bonds and would die without a second thought for any one of his clan-mates, as very quickly he adapted to the life of many cats in a clan, and how important every one of them was to the clan. yet, this tom is more of a fighter with words, and is really a strong pacifist. of course, he knows you need to hunt to survive, and that sometimes injuring or killing others is just a fact of life when it comes to surviving, but he doesn't always agree, and will usually try to talk his opponents out of wanting to fight, but when it comes down to it, he will fight and although he fears killing anyone, he will if it's life or death.

serious and dark-spirited ,,

yet, there is another side of reedfisher, which doesn't always show, but one that is there and certainly cannot be ignored. the first signs of when he's upset or angry, is when he's calm, because that is the first level, where his mind is in turmoil of usually dark or dangerous thoughts. the next level is of course being dead serious, where he'll tell the direct truth, no matter how harsh it is, and will not take any jokes in the slightest. from there, it splits. he will either fall into apologising and just trying to avoid making matters any worse if he's upset, or if he's angry, his calm façade will shatter and he will erupt in a burst of yelling and usually, will fight at this stage against his better judgement. this tom is deeply troubled, but so far, he hasn't really found the depth of his dark mind.

History:

iceclaw. [deceased / father]
willowpool. [deceased / birth mother]
sandswallow [deceased / presumed mother]
tiger [adopted father / NPC]
brittlebreeze. [brother]
graykit. [deceased / cousin]
dusk-kit. [deceased / cousin]
barkshadow [cousin / NPC]
rosella [deceased / adopted aunt]
ginger [deceased / adopted brother]
honey [adopted sister / NPC]

going back; reedfisher's life, and the story of how he came to be is one of betrayal, of longing, and of broken hearts. yet, you won't find this young tom knowing much of that, only what whispered words were told to him. iceclaw was a brave, honourable warrior, one of shadowclan's finest, and the beloved mate of willowpool, another of the clan's adored felines. the two were in love, the world to each other, but on the sidelines was another face, one which was broken inside just at seeing the two. sandswallow, willowpool's sister had adored iceclaw as much as her sister did, but the tom had almost ignored her completely. she did try to move on, oh starclan how she tried. she took on her own mate, a young tom called stripedtail who she knew adored her, but she couldn't bring herself to love him back. she tried to be happy for her sister, but over time, jealousy grew into hatred, which was spiked when willowpool announced she was having kits. she tried still to support her sister, through her own grief and hatred, but she couldn't, and it only grew worse when iceclaw was killed in a battle with rogues.

at this time, she did try to forgive her sister, but when willowpool seemed to try to recover, her hatred only grew more fuelled. grieving for the loss of iceclaw, stripedtail realised her was lead on, and though he tried to be there for her, due to the sandy she-cat expecting his kits, he was heartbroken, and in the end, gave up on her completely, expectantly when, days before willowpool kitted, two out of three of her own kits were stillborn. distraught, willowpool still adored her sister and tried to comfort her, but this wouldn't last long as a few nights later, willowpool gave birth to her own two kits.

those first moons; reedkit, as he was named, didn't keep that name for long, and doesn't quite know the story of his first few days into the world. born beside brittlekit, it was the night after his birth, that the young tom was abducted by his aunt, and in the dead of night, whisked away out of shadowclan territory.

cawnen was a lively little kit, that was for sure, and when he first opened his eyes, in the moonlight of a cave, his first sight was sandswallow, his mother. those first few moons of kit's curiosity were definitely some which scared sandswallow the most, after all, when a queen finds "her kit" standing on a rock, talking at an adder as it wrapped around the rock said kit is sitting on, not many could stay fully calm. when he was four moons old, his mother decided that she needed to teach him some basic life skills, but being a born clan cat, who really was loyal to her clan at heart, young cawnen was taught the very basics of the warrior code, that would apply to his life out of a clan. having a small patch of territory, which the two marked daily and learning to hunt for others before himself were two of the first things the young tom learned, and upon reaching apprentice age, that was when his "training" grew interesting.

training; cawnen seemed to have a natural talent when it came to hunting, and although over age it showed he was more of a pacifist, he wasn't too bad of a fighter either. the territory sandswallow and he had chosen was on the edge of a mountain, near a farm. there was a small river with fish, and a small patch of march which meant he learned how to hunt in typical shadowclan territory, which would pay off in the end. sandswallow thought it was just trying to fit in at a new home, but really, subconsciously, she was preparing the young cat for a life in his birth clan. his first chance to show off his skills came when a rogue wandered into their make-shift territory. cawnen proudly fought off the tom, gaining only a few minor scars on his hind legs, but all the same, it was during this time sandswallow realised she needed to find something out about herbs. the two travelled to the two-leg nest, not far from their home, where they ran into a large gray tabby, who welcomed them to his little home, not far from the nest entrance.

sandswallow hadn't meant to love the new place, but somehow, tiger made the place sound perfect, and in his own way, charmed the she-cat into staying there. he didn't know a lot about herbs, like cawnen was told he would, but this tom was the first friendly cat other than his mother he'd met, and at once, he was adopted as a bit of a father figure. the two-legs accepted there were two more cats living with them, and while tiger taught him much more about the world than what his mother knew, he found that staying near two-legs just didn't seem natural and unsettled him. this he didn't understand. one day though, tiger woke up cawnen in the middle of the night with a look of concern on his face, and upon stepping out of the small nest, the two older cats and the young tom watched as the two-leg nest burned to the ground. sandswallow made quick work of leading the two back to their original territory, at which point they found another rogue had moved in.

but you see, this young queen was at a loss, her mate having been killed and without knowing it, the three quickly accepted she needed help and the four, along with the two kits were born, in a way became a very close group, and as sandswallow watched, her "son" and new mate became in their own ways, cats that would make fine clan warriors.

the change; it was leaf-bare, and young cawnen had become a strong, too-curious cat, a warrior in his own right. when the cough struck, there wasn't anything the cats could do to stop it, as no one in their little ground knew what to do. rosella was the first to die from this, weak from a complicated birth. ginger, her first-born was the second. tiger and cawnen managed to get the youngest, honey, away in time, but only the three of them in the end would be left standing, and sandswallow too caught the illness. cawnen tried to find a way to save his mother, but there wasn't enough time, and tiger accepted his with grief. it was in her last living moments she told cawnen that he was clan-born, and that he needed to seek out shadowclan. it was to tiger, she told about cawnen's real parents, about what she did, and although tiger tried to understand, he couldn't.

acceptance; cawnen, tiger and honey made their way toward the clan borders, which tiger thankfully knew well. stopping there, tiger and honey said goodbye to the young tom, tiger saying that maybe one day he'd join the clan, but he and honey were loners at heart. although this upset him, cawnen said his goodbyes to his adopted father and sister, before moving into the clan's territory, where half-way through, he was found by a patrol of cats, one of which was hawkstar. as confident and brave as always, he gave the fish to the leader and told him he wished to join, as his mother had told him to seek them out. while the rest of the patrol, a part from hawkstar and another warrior moved on, the leader seemed to recognise the tom, even though he was sure they'd never met, but then, looking at barkshadow, he quickly saw how similar they were. it was upon saying sandswallow's name that he was taken back to the camp, and formally welcomed. others objected, and hawkstar said barkshadow had fought him, but really, neither of them had tussled anyone else.

for some reason, brittlebreeze was the fist cat he was nudged over to, and a moon later, under his new name reedfisher, he is still trying to figure out why it is that the medicine cat was one of the only cats he felt so comfortable to be around. it was like they had something serious in common...

IC:

[honeywhisper of treeclan (the fallen)]

”Goes the clock! Well my paws fancied a stroll and I just couldn't let them walk off without me! Naturally I let them take me here, where I ran into none other than my transparent-smelling friend, Cheshire." blinking slightly, the golden she-cat studied the gray tabby for a few moment more curious than anything. "how does transparency have a smell? and how can you attach that to one of a cat?" she asked, sitting down with questioning eyes at ticktock. before he answered though, the white and brown tom spoke again. "Now Ches, this remarkable she-cat has a very unique talent! You see she has the ability to whisper to honey!" oh dear, he really does take our warrior names in a different fashion. "Now that, m'dear, is quite the talent. It takes a lot to speak, let alone to honey." looking down slightly in embarrassment, she could feel a small smile crossing her lips.

"no, no, although it would be something interesting to try, the honey in my name refers to my pelt colour and whisper..." she trailed off. she didn't really understand the whispering bit herself. but she guessed it refereed to her quiet nature around the camp. "Any friend of my dear Hatter, is a friend of mine." giving a small, polite nod to the tom, she looked around just in time to see a white tom charge into the clearing, or more tumble. "Hourglass, you silly thing! You've been late for moons, one would have thought you would've figured out your times by this point," twitching her whiskers with amusement, she moved forward and uncontentious sat closer to ticktock, who's scent she found slightly more welcoming than the other cats, although something seemed familiar about them too.

"Why if it isn't Hatter! And Ches as well. Time has brought us together again. Time, such a funny concept, they say its endless but why do I always seem to be running out of it?" running out of time? such a bizarre group they were, she always suffered from too much time. "Why if it isn't hardly alice. Did you finish painting the roses red?" blinking, something about what the tom said spiked a memory in her mind, but one she couldn't quite reach. alice... why does that name sound so familiar to me? looking at the white tom, hourglass, chess had called him, she blinked, trying to remember why that familiar air of running time was so familiar. it was starting to get frustrating why she couldn't remember. all she could come to accept was that she had more than likely met the two during the four moons of her life she couldn't remember.

drawing her tongue over her lips, she looked at the white cat as he begun to talk. "Did you know a butterfly does not taste like butter? It was quite disappointing." a flicker of a smile crossed her face again. what did butterflies taste like then? "Here's a riddle: When is a croquet mallet like a billy club? I'll tell you: Whenever you want it to be!" that wasn't a bad one, and half of her knew what he was talking about, but the half was utterly confused. it still hadn't crossed her mind that there were trespassers on treeclan territory. "how do you come up with such confusing riddles?" she asked the tabby, curiosity once again glowing in her bright blue eyes as she looked from the tabby to the white tom beside her.

[! R E E D F i S H E R]

finally finished.

[Hawkstar]

ACCEPTED