Jaspermoon WIP

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Name:
Jaspermoon

Age:
33 moons

Clan:
FlightClan

Rank:
Deputy

Gender:
Tom

Picture:
Jasper.
Wings.

Songs:
Heartbreak - M'Black (Bare Noize Remix)
Sunburn - Muse
Eyes on Fire - Blue Foundation
Monster Hospital - Metric

Quick Appearence:
An aggresive, muscular abyssinian tom with peircing eyes.

Appearence:
Full appearence of your cat

Personality:
More than anything, Jaspermoon is a fiercely passionate tom, and despite what so many would dare to think about him, his hunger for justice and rightness in the world far outweighs his violent side at all times. The weak and the needy can always find a defender in the big cat, all without judgement of others.
He does not care for opinions, from anyone. His business, as he thinks, is his own, and no one elses. Upon finding others who appear nosier than necessary, some form of punishment will swiftly be dealt, and to the bottom of every rumor he comes across will the tom dive and uncover the starter to, of course, end it for good. No, every cats' matter is his or her own, and Jaspermoon is a steady enforcer of this fact. Of course, no one dares, but had anyone try to stick their rotten nose into his private life, then they ought to be prepared for the ruthless fury to follow.
Still, the tom would never dare to become physical with his clanmates. Intimacy and abuse are all too alike for him, and have been for his entire exsistance. Of course, the lack of corporal punishment in his demeanor has come from a past of abuse, but also his deep-rooted need for justice. His fairly accurate sense of right and wrong (though may be tainted with selfishness at times) keeps him from doing others badly, and at the same time gains nothing in return. His lack of physical -or any kind of- relations, however, seems to be unfounded by any other aspect of his personality, and it seems that his past alone has brought on his asexuality.
Jaspermoon, as anyone could tell by spending any amount of time in his presense, isn't far from a social fellow. Conversations with the tom can become awkward quickly, though he rarely experiences such an emotion, but tends to be the one himself making it uncomfortable for others, for the silences he easily and carelessly creates, feeling no real need to speak more than necessary. Although he isn't always a quiet cat, that is likely to be simply because he has plenty to say, and plenty of opinions to go around. Indeed an opinionated individual, Jaspermoon will speak his thoughts freely, without care of offending others or developing any sort of reputation. (C)

History:
His kithood was nothing special, but that doesn't mean it wasn't notable, for indeed it was incredibly harsh on a young tom like himself and may well have been the very first steps toward his brute persona of the present, but may also have lead to the more sensitive aspects of him as well. It is so hard to tell, for he was scarred and blessed in the long several moons before he became an apprentice.
Young Whirlpaw was a beautiful little femme, so talented in many ways- a wasted life on many terms but none of her own according. Surely had she any say in her fate, the young she-cat would haven't have had her life end any other way- birthing her second litter. Surely, she was far too young to be a mother but as she knew full-well that felines could carry kits younger than she, and it was her own personal choice. Odd enough, indeed, was her choice in fathers. Her own mentor, the rough fellow called Bearfang. He was big and hought to be crude by many, but Whirlpaw knew he could be sensitive too, and he was oh so strong. She, of course, was aware of the risks she took undergoing preganacy at such an age, but went ahead and chose the big dark brown tabby to mate with her.
No one knew but the clan's medicine cat and herself, but Whirlpaw had a deadly cancerous tumor enveloping one of her lungs. not only was she unable to fly because of her new lack of endurance, but would not be able to live much longer due to the illness. Her final wish was to become a mother, and there she was. The apprentice, trying deperately to convince Bearfang to father her kits, told him of her doom at last. Sympathetically, he finally agreed, and she found herself sufficiently pregnant.
About some two moons later, the little silver somali-type female birthed, though she was the clan's newest scandal because of it, she was a proud, happy young mother. Two of the five kits were sickly from the start, and hadn't much of a chance to survive in the long run anyway, however the clan mourned for them all the same- the parents of the pitiful scraps of fur? Hardly at all. Their dark brown pelts were an instant message of the litter's father, and Bearfang was shunned and disgraced for such a foul act, no matter how Whirlpaw tried to convince her clanmates otherwise.
Still, Bearfang kept away from his children knowing that raising them had been no portion of the deal.
Whirlpaw named them accordingly- Bearkit, Jasperkit, and Badgerkit. The trio were all tomkits, and she adored them, all big and strong like their father- just as she'd hoped. Bearkit was a deep black-brown, just as his dad and namesake, while Jasperkit was tinted red as the stone. Badgerkit, however, looked very much like his mother- a vividly striped silver abyssinian. They were quite healthy, and grew rapidly, but within the next moon Whirlpaw was unsatisfied, restless, hopeless. She wanted more, she wanted something. She didn't know.
More kits, it was the only answer- or so she thought. Again, she went to her mentor (although the clan had fought to rid him from the clan, she'd allowed none of that.) and made the same request she had just three moons ago. Feebly, she offered that it wasn't that she was tiring of the kits she'd already had, but wanted to contribute to the clan as much as she could before her life was cut short. Although this time around, Bearfang was more difficult to convince, he finally gave in whilst feeling empathetic for the doomed little female. Of course, she was once more full of kittens, and the moons dragged on. The clan was awestruck, or horrorstruck, with the beautiful apprentice and her bulging stomach, and appalled by her mentor. Still, Bearfang had committed no true offense, and he continued to stay in the clan, but when the moons passed in which she ought to have birthed her second litter, suspicions arose and as Whirlpaw finally died, the clan (which already hated Bearfang for what he'd "done" to Whirlpaw) drove the big brown tabby from their territory relentlessly cursing him and harassing him from sight.
By this time, Badgerkit, Bearkit and Japserkit were nearly four moons old and almost fully able to comprehend what had happened to their suddenly shattered lives. With their once loving young mother gone forever, and the father they had never, and would never meet banished from FlightClan for life, the kits were quite understandably bewildered. A different queen tried to take them in, but, for the most part, they resisted. They tolerated basic tasks performed by the she-cat, but found themselves dependant on only one another.
Bearkit was tired of such an awful exsistance, and, fearing that as they grew they, too, would be shunned by the clan, sought adventure on his own. He was much too young to be out and about in the forest and though Jasperkit and Badgerkit tried mightily to persuade him to stay with them and stick together, he refused, promising to return and rescue them when he found somewhere better to grow up. He left. The duo where dumbstruck, but Jasperkit acted first, and seeking their foster mother, relayed to her what Bearkit had done.
Soon, a patrol was on its way, a rescue party persay, desperately scouring the moor and surrounding lands for the big dark kit with no avail. At last, a border patrol found what they concluded to be the young tom's remains about the edges of a badger set. Of course, Badgerkit and Jasperkit were devistated and confused and at the same time wondering how to deal with not only their brothers' death, but the small, worthless appendages sprouting from their shoulders.
Still, they had been taught already from a younger age that only time could ever heal some wounds, though they knew deeper down that this wound would never truly heal. Bearkit still remains in Jaspermoon's stony heart.
In the remaining moon until they became apprentices, their lives hadn't significantly changed. The young toms continued to grieve for their lost brother the best that they could, but they were still young and though they had previously been forced to grow up very quickly, the duo tried their hardest to act as if they were normal kits. The other inhabitants of the nursery never let them think so, though. Despite being tormented in their own den, Badgerkit and Jasperkit rarely lost their strong wills, and when they did, the other would reinforce it for them. The toms grew closer than ever- they were the best of friends.
Their sixth moon came speedily, and in no time they were Jasperpaw and Badgerpaw. Jasperpaw himself despised his mentor, and knew from the beginning that they would never share the typical mentor-apprentice bond which his brother would, as Badgerpaw had been chosen for a new warrior named Spottedwing. She was a prized she-cat, and the clan truly adored her. Jasperpaw was purely happy for his brother, but his feelings were tainted with envy. Swanbone, or Swanbutt, as Jasperpaw preferred, was an older warrior, a tom who was steadily strict with his apprentice, and resorted to physical punishment. Jasperpaw would never cry out though, for he continued to suffer through the rest of his training in silence- for where would complaining get him? Swanbone obligingly taught Jasperpaw excellent fighting tactics though, as battle appeared to be the focal point of their sessions (considering he beat Jasperpaw so frequently anyway, it appeared to be a legitimate excuse to harm the young tom). But Jasperpaw had a primal kind of determination about him, and not even an abusive mentor could break that and he quickly picked up all sorts of useful tactics, to be used for hunting, fighting, and tracking alike.
Swanbone was not, however, exclusively beating his apprentice, for when a young she-cat called Peachfeather found herself pregnant, with bruises constantly dappling the skin beneath her pretty ginger fur, Jasperpaw understood what was happening, and realized that something had to be done, to stop the power-hungry older tom.
When he finally approached Peachfeather about his awful mentor and what he was doing to her, the queen only pled for him to keep to himself and stay safe, weeping for him and herself and the unwanted kits inside of her. He remained fairly apathetic, though, and knew only that Swanbone must be rid of, some way or another. Still, with little wings only just beginning to become any use to him, Jasperpaw was unsure how he could defend the clan's more feeble members against the brute. He himself was growing at ridiculous rates, but understood that he still had no chance in pure battle against his mentor.
Whilst brainstorming the other tom's defeat, training continued, and clan life continued. Jasperpaw had only one friend and that was Badgerpaw- who was finding clan life far easier than Jasperpaw ever would, and differences in their lifestyles soon drew them apart. The brothers were continually friendly toward each other, but nothing compared to what they once where. Jasperpaw finally was alone in the world, aside from poor Peachfeather, who had, at last, had her kits. Miraculously (for Swanbone) neither of the kittens resembled their father, but it was unfortunate for Jasperpaw's growing case against the older tom. (C)

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