The Clan Renaissance

An Alternate Universe Warriors Roleplay

Name: Sage

Desired Name: will be decided in RP

Allegiance: Solitary

Rank: Loner

Age: 14 moons

Birth Moon: Flower Moon 2020

Sex: Tom

Appearance: A brown-and-white tabby tom with green eyes.

Long-haired. Average size. Has no notable scars.

Reference

Personality:

+ kind-hearted // outgoing // empathetic // enthusiastic // fun-loving
- insecure // overthinker // indecisive // too forgiving // naïve

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Sage, a name associated with a kind and energetic bundle of fur and the brightest of smiles the stars have ever seen. Truly, he is as kind as dear fellow travelers speaks; always willing to put the needs of others above his own. Generosity might as well be his second name, as he would always give a plump mouse to a starving cat even if his own ribs could be counted. Looking for someone to do you a favor? Seeking a simple soul to talk to? Sage should certainly be your go-to option! Altruistic and selfless, he never wants something in return for his acts of kindness.

One of his greatest attributes is a deep sense of empathy. He finds it easy to empathize with other cats and lend them a shoulder to cry on. He'll always be there whenever someone is feeling under the weather, he’ll always sit under the rainy cloud with them. His empathy is not limited solely to his kin or friends, however. When he encounters a cat in danger, he won’t hesitate to give them a helping paw regardless of their allegiance. A forgiving character, no one is an irredeemable foxheart in this tom’s eyes and maybe everyone deserves a second chance, or a third, or a fourth…

Such an attitude results in Sage being a strongly pacifistic cat, one who’s borderline afraid to sink his claws and fangs into another cat’s pelt. He never wants to battle, he’s reluctant to fight back even when his opponent is slashing his belly open. According to him, fighting is unnecessary and every issue that arises should be solved with sheathed claws and peaceful words. A naïve thought for sure, albeit Sage has developed a knack for the art of diplomacy, unafraid to take the position of a mediator if the situation calls for it. Nonetheless, when everything falls apart and a blood-soaked battle breaks, Sage’s potential as a fighter fades into nothingness, as he has a tendency to either freeze or flee with his tail hooked.

A coward, perhaps. Well, at least he is a decent hunter with good tracking skills. Thank the stars he’s not as merciful when it comes to chasing mice, even though he makes sure to send a silent thanks to the mightiest of heavens whenever he strikes down a tiny shrew.

Sage is innocent, radiating with a childish aura. In his eyes, the world may be full of sunshines and rainbows if everyone tried hard enough. Optimistic and cheerful, believing in better days when everyone has given up. He sees the light at the end of the tunnel, the lake is half full. Behind every storm is the most colorful rainbow. Other than that, he's always up for any fun. He doesn't mind just goofing around with his friends. Though his 'pranks' tend to be rather easy and light-hearted, so that even others would laugh.

An approachable cat, available for friendly talks and innocent jokes day and night. Amiable, blessed with a rather boisterous persona that may get under someone’s fur. When the stars align correctly, Sage can be a surprisingly loud and enthusiastic ball of energy that has no idea where to crawl next. He may be perceived as reckless and impatient, someone who acts before they think — even though Sage always thinks before he puts his paw down, in fact he oftentimes thinks so much that he overthinks every possible scenario in existence. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that he more often that not lacks confidence and in general tends to be rather critical of himself. He’s aware of his flaws and they hurt him more than any tooth or claw ever could.

In conclusion, Sage is a cheerful and friendly tom, perhaps a little too peaceful and kind-hearted for his own good.


History:

Born as the older of two kits to an experienced queen of an unknown name, unknown origin and unknown allegiance. She named him Sage, for reasons he did not understand. His littermate, a young she-kit by the name of Rose, passed away a moon after birth. Maybe that was what shook the young tom's relationship with his mother to its core; beyond repair. There was a routine in the way she cleaned his fur, there was obligation in the way she looked at him. And as soon as he caught his first mouse, she walked away. She just walked away.

Sage woke up alongside an empty nest, his mother's scent washed away by the ongoing downpour. She did not come back that dusk. She did not come back the next morning, or the following–

Left to his own devices. He wandered the world on his own, not knowing where to put his paws. After about half a moon, he was rescued from a badger by a silver tabby tom who introduced himself as Sky. Friendship budded between the two of them. A bit stubborn yet skilled as a fighter, Sky provided comfort and safety when Sage needed it the most.

They spent moons together, inseparable. When Sky started eyeing one pretty she-cat from the Twolegplace, Sage's heart quickened. He didn't know why.

Sky's love interest, Dapple, joined the duo shortly after. And suddenly, Sage wasn't the one sleeping next to Sky at night. Jealousy bubbled in his stomach; mixed with guilt. He should've been happy for his friend. He should've been...

And when Dapple told him that she's expecting Sky's kits, his heart sank but congratulated the couple regardless.

Things were better this way, no?

Later on, Dapple had a single kit that her mate named Petal.

Sage thought of leaving the new family, suspecting that he should not intrude. Whenever he gazed at Sky, he felt as if though someone were clawing at his heart. Whenever he looked at him, his stomach fluttered. He never told Sky how he felt, for he knew it was wrong; that he shouldn't be having those thoughts about his friend.

And yet he stayed.

When Petal was 2 moons old, Sky was slain by a fox during a routine hunt. Sage didn’t try to hide his grief as he yowled the tabby’s name over and over again, as if though his woeful calls could bring him back, but alas Sky didn’t hear him. Dapple and her kit joined him as they mourned the silver tom.

Accepting Sky's death was a tough challenge. Sage never wanted to hunt, eat, drink or even move again. He simply wanted to stay in his nest, letting the days pass by. He had to get up again, however. Fate had different plans for him, it seemed. Just like his mother all those moons ago, Dapple too disappeared one night, leaving her kit behind.

He couldn't look at Petal, for the death of Sky was still fresh in his memory. On the other paw, he couldn't just abandon a powerless kit that didn't know any better. Therefore, he decided to take her under his wing, protecting her from the horrors of the world around them.

Petal has been traveling with Sage ever since. Thankfully, she doesn't know how he felt about her father; and Sage hopes that no one will ever know.


Family:

Mother: Robin – A tabby she-cat who disappeared without a trace when Sage was about 2 moons old. Whereabouts and status unknown. [npc]

Father: Unknown [npc]

Full Siblings: Rose – A tabby she-kit who died when she was a moon old. Sage's only littermate. [npc]

Offspring: n/a

Adopted: Petal – A 3-moon old she-cat who travels with Sage, seeing him as an uncle or even possibly a father figure. Sage's relationship with her is complicated, even though he's technically her foster father. [possible adoptable]