Post by SilverWings on Jul 11, 2021 14:57:22 GMT
Name: Lucien
Desired Name: Smokestorm
Allegiance: Loner
Rank: N/A
Age: 21 Moons
Birth Moon: Prey Moon 2019
Sex: Tom
Appearance: A soot and charcoal tom with Bengal markings and creamy outlines on his face stomach chest and underbelly. His nose and paw pads match the deep gray coloring of his markings. His pelt length is short and shiny, leaving his spots easily seen despite their dark coloring. His eyes are a bright light green and stand out on his face. He's of medium build though bulkier than average- his leg strength and webbed paws leaves him as a good swimmer.
Personality:
Lucien is a very friendly Tom and family oriented. To those he cares about he will always put first, lend a helping paw, and devote himself to. Especially kits he helps watch, specifically Juniper his surrogate child. He loves having a family of his own, however big or small. He’s shy to new cats, tends to keep to the sidelines and waits for others to introduce themselves to him, and is very childlike in nature. He’s imaginative, coming up with creative solutions to problems, or just new ways to do ordinary things. He’s often thought about stockpiling kittypet food like how squirrels store nuts for winter, though according to house cats the kibble does something called “stale” where its no longer good to eat. He nests high in the trees like a bird, feeling much safer up on high spots where no predators nor flash floods could reach him.
He's not quick to anger and doesn't hold a grudge, everyone makes mistakes and he is great at handing out second chances, perhaps sometimes when they're not deserved. He tries hard to please and to better himself whenever he can. Fears he will try to face, challenges he tries to overcome, and he wants to prove himself to his loved ones that he will always be there for them, that he cares, and that he's able to be whatever they need him to be.
He is unfortunately gullible. You could convince him the sky was purple with the right words and he would be inclined to believe you. He doesn't get humor well but makes his best attempts to understand others and just laugh along. Conversations aren't his forte unless it's about something deep or particularly interesting. He is likely to give others simple answers and can appear blunt without meaning to. This gives him an overall calm and cold look, despite how he is actually trying to present himself.
History: Lucien doesn't remember much about his birth other than his den was flooded by the river around WindClan’s old territory. His parents had made a nest out of the hollowed out base of a tree right on top of the river where they would eat fish and rabbits alike, fat and happy with just the few of them. Not even foxes cared to bother them considering there was bountiful prey for all in the moor. It would have been a happy life if not for the river’s flooding that spring. His parents realized too late their mistake of nesting in the low of the riverbed as the nest was washed out- with them inside. Lucien was whisked away down the river along with his siblings who were no more than three moons old. It was a fight for every breath until finally Lucien was thrown up against the rock path dividing the old RiverClan and ThunderClan lands. Injured, half drowned, and alone, Lucien scrambled across the stones and onto the ThunderClan side of the land, disappearing into the forest.
Over the following days he wandered, not knowing what else to do, until he came upon Twoleg place. He had never seen the creatures before, but he was thrilled to see other cats who appeared friendly. Some offered him food he had never tried before, but it was a welcome meal. The kittypets tried to convince him to find a twoleg to stay with, but the way the creatures reached for him and ran around made him nervous. They could tell house cat life wasn’t for him, but still shared their meals anyway. Lucien grew up off the kindness of the kittypets, where he’d greet them during the day before returning to the forest at night to make some attempts at hunting and honing survival skills. He didn’t bother to claim a territory, he was just one Tom with nothing to defend anyway, his meals came from town.
He never returned to the river, the water had become too great of a fear for him despite his webbed paws and strong legs. What it had caused him to loose and the injuries to his body he still remembered. Around his 19th moon his travels across the forest brought him upon a barn, where he hoped to hunt some mice since it was a good distance back to the kittypet place. Upon entering the barn he found something else, a little Ginger kitten around 3 moons old, who greeted themselves as Juniper. The kit was scrawny and tired, barely able to stand. Lucien was quick to catch a mouse for the kit, forsaking his own hunger as he asked where it’s parents were. Juniper refused to speak about it, though it was clear whatever family Juniper came from was no longer around. Lucien took the kit on as his own, despite his young age he knew what it was like to loose family and be alone so young. He had been immeasurably lucky to have found the kittypets when he did. He took Juniper with him back to his usual food spots at the twoleg place, where the kittypets also offered to help Juniper find a home, but the kit refused, wanting to stay with its new surrogate father instead. Lucien was happy to care for the kit, as Juniper gave him a sense of purpose and family again.
Mother: Presumed Dead
Father: Presumed Dead
Full Siblings: Presumed Dead
Maternal Siblings: N/A
Paternal Siblings: N/A
Offspring: Juniper (adopted)