Post by GIG♠NTICK on Oct 11, 2012 17:17:09 GMT -5
Stormclan
a silvery tom with golden eyes.
Charlemagne rarely goes by his name alone. Most Hunters recognize him instead as “Kit Charlemagne,” or “Kit Charlie.” This name is based off of the fact that for all intents and purposes he has not outgrown kithood. In such dark times, such a cheery cat is impossible to understand. Some even wonder if he’s insane. This is not the case, as Charlemagne has a very comfortable grasp on reality; he simply chooses to defy it.
Charlemagne enjoys company, and those that converse with him are often surprised to find him capable of complex thoughts and themes. Under his cheery adult tone is always an undercurrent of knowing, of observing, and of studying. One often questions whether they are indeed talking about the weather, or rather the iron claws of the royals and the cruelness of the Bloodfests.
While it may not be obvious then, it is quite obvious what he speaks of when he complains aloud of their day and age. He is not known for keeping his mouth shut on such touchy matters. He has been known for challenging Guardians, and most heinously for raising such issues within the ears of kits.
Charlemagne is not, however, witless. He knows the kits are near, and if anything it is why he speaks out. It’s a wonder he hasn’t been dragged by his scruff to the feet of the Duke. He carries on regardless, reminding those around him of their plight, while they try and shut their ears to his moving voice, his innocent demeanor, and his honest comments.
Charlemagne enjoys company, and those that converse with him are often surprised to find him capable of complex thoughts and themes. Under his cheery adult tone is always an undercurrent of knowing, of observing, and of studying. One often questions whether they are indeed talking about the weather, or rather the iron claws of the royals and the cruelness of the Bloodfests.
While it may not be obvious then, it is quite obvious what he speaks of when he complains aloud of their day and age. He is not known for keeping his mouth shut on such touchy matters. He has been known for challenging Guardians, and most heinously for raising such issues within the ears of kits.
Charlemagne is not, however, witless. He knows the kits are near, and if anything it is why he speaks out. It’s a wonder he hasn’t been dragged by his scruff to the feet of the Duke. He carries on regardless, reminding those around him of their plight, while they try and shut their ears to his moving voice, his innocent demeanor, and his honest comments.
Charlemagne’s personality was surely not founded in his early upbringing. His parents were simple hunters, and at a very young age he was taken on hunts with them, leaving their sickly uncle, Harma, in the little den they called home. He was hunting before training age, and had already developed an advanced sense of balance and stealth, not to mention his uncanny endurance. By the time he was a fully-fledged Hunter, he was moons younger than those who reached their titles at the same time. It was a few days after that when everything fell apart.
He returned from a full day hunt, and entered the den. His mother was not there. Neither was his father. Neither Harma. A shadow fell across him, and he looked up. A clipped tail lashed. Confused, he followed as the Guardian beckoned.
His parents were found guilty for harboring an Outsider. He was deemed innocent for having no knowledge of his “uncle’s” origins.
War erupts, and Charlemagne is the first to jump into the tide with all four feet. Suddenly, the cheery cat everyone knew was gone, replaced by a cat who could think so fast on the fly, many joked he could actually predict the future. Few others speculated quietly that despite his old ways of speaking out and getting in trouble, he had actually been a member of the Bloody Paw, trying to elicit dissent. This was thrown out the window, though, when it became apparent that the Bloody Paw had rallied themselves to the Duke's shadow and fought from there.
Many moons and fights later, Charlemagne was one of the first on his feet to join the new Stormclan, declaring himself Charredtree, a name suggested to him by the strange outsider named Singer who was very certain that the name suited him.
He returned from a full day hunt, and entered the den. His mother was not there. Neither was his father. Neither Harma. A shadow fell across him, and he looked up. A clipped tail lashed. Confused, he followed as the Guardian beckoned.
His parents were found guilty for harboring an Outsider. He was deemed innocent for having no knowledge of his “uncle’s” origins.
War erupts, and Charlemagne is the first to jump into the tide with all four feet. Suddenly, the cheery cat everyone knew was gone, replaced by a cat who could think so fast on the fly, many joked he could actually predict the future. Few others speculated quietly that despite his old ways of speaking out and getting in trouble, he had actually been a member of the Bloody Paw, trying to elicit dissent. This was thrown out the window, though, when it became apparent that the Bloody Paw had rallied themselves to the Duke's shadow and fought from there.
Many moons and fights later, Charlemagne was one of the first on his feet to join the new Stormclan, declaring himself Charredtree, a name suggested to him by the strange outsider named Singer who was very certain that the name suited him.
by Ticky
