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edit 1: I realize i forgot gale's eye markings in the headshot area woops

|| Basic Information ||
Name: Galebringer

• Prefix - Gale | His mother named him after a very strong wind, in hopes that he would bring strength to the clan; his siblings are/were named similarly.

• Suffix - bringer | This was mainly as a continuation of his prefix, but also because he seemed to bring smiles wherever he went.

• Galekit, Galepaw - Traditional former names.

Age: 61+ moons

Gender: Tom

Breed: Maine Coon x Himalayan

Birth season: Green-Leaf...?

Clan: WindClan

Position: Warrior/Medicine cat

Apprentice | Mentor History:

Lilytooth | NPC | Mentor | Dead

Religious Beliefs: ★★★☆☆
"I'll admit, with all the things that have happened in the past, there's always room for some doubt, even if you believe whole-heartedly in what you think you know about Starclan. There's no telling what they have in store, and whether for good or bad, I believe, but with a doubter's heart. Huh... Anyways, I don't know how I feel about them, even if I know they exist. Do you know what I mean?"

|| Appearance Information ||

Fur Statistics:

●○○○○○○○○○ ➟ Rough

○○○○○○○○○○ ➟ Dry

●●●●●●●●●● ➟ Smooth

●●●●●●●●●○ ➟ Soft

Short|●●●●●●●●●●|Long

Brief Description: Galebringer is a long-furred tom with a moderate build. The most notable bit of how he looks is his very dark points, the ones that are very characteristic for his breed, the Himalayan. His eyes are a gentle blue color, something that may remind one of a soft breeze in the sky, or a gale, if you will. As he was trained for a long time to be a warrior, and tried his absolute hardest to become a good warrior, he has a bit of muscles, and is very obviously a fast cat, like his clan would be. His fur is long, though, something that is a bit different for the cats that live there, as only a few in the small clan have that trait. This is mostly from his father, who was a Maine coon, but also from his mother, who was a Himalayan.

Body Type: To be completely honest, he looks a bit like a hodgepodge of a few body types. There is one that is pretty accurate, though. Galebringer is a pretty athletic cat, as most Windclan cats are. He's very fast, built for speed, but also for strength. He's of average strength, though some may think differently since he's pretty fluffy. His legs were made for running, and that's exactly what he knows to do.

-Scars:

- N/A

Voice: He has a very calming voice, a deep rumble that could very easily seem to be coated with honey. It's easy to see why he can bring a smile, he could probably just convince them with a soft laugh.

-Example: (Liam Neeson as Aslan

Scent: He smells very faintly of herbs, but mainly open skies.

Senses:

●●●●●|●●●○○ ➟ Eyesight

●●●●●|●●●●○ ➟ Touch

●●●●●|●●●●● ➟ Hearing

●●●●●|●○○○○ ➟ Taste

●●●●●|●●●●● ➟ Smell

Daily life:

●●●●●|●○○○○ ➟ Memory

●●●○○|○○○○○ ➟ Leadership

●●●●●|●●●●○ ➟ Willingness to learn

Statistics:

●●●●●|●○○○○ ➟ Strength

●●●●○|○○○○○ ➟ Endurance

●●○○○|○○○○○ ➟ Agility

●●●●○|○○○○○ ➟ Defense

●●●●●|●●●○○ ➟ Intelligence

●●●●●|○○○○○ ➟ Accuracy

●●●●●|●○○○○ ➟ Medicine knowledge*
    - * As he was not trained to become a medicine cat, he does not know as much about herbs as some would, however, he is working on it, so this chart will most likely fluctuate as he grows older and as he learns more. He did, however, like to watch what the medicine cats did, so he has a little above the mid-line of high and low knowledge of it.

Main quote that resembles: “All that is gold does not glitter; not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither; deep roots are not reached by the frost.”―J. R. R. Tolkien

Songs that resemble:
[ Everything's Alright - To the Moon (Cover by Emily Scholz) ]
[ The Rainbow Connection - Diana Parton ]
[ Transcendence - Lindsey Stirling ]
[ In the End - Black Veil Brides ]
[ Dark on Me - Starset ]
[ All the Stars - Ed Sheeran

Things We Should Know About This Character:
-- This kid is based off of a character that I had made a long, long time ago, but I was never able to use anywhere. So, I hope that this guy thrives here.

|| Personality ||

Alignment: Neutral Good
He follows the rules, yes, and he accepts that who is in charge is in charge, but sometimes to help people, it's good to go against those people, and to act of your own accord. He doesn't really care if he has to go against that, as long as he's helping and doing as good as he can, he will do it.
MBTI: INFP - The Mediator
--
Optimist | Calm | Flexible | Trusting
Introverted | Creative | Impractical | Unassertive
Sensitive | Private | Self-Conscious | Perfectionist

Optimist -
Thinking the best of cats is his best trait, as well as his downfall. We'll get to that in a few moments, though. There doesn't seem to be anything that brings him down, and if there is, it isn't for long. Galebringer refuses to let things that don't go well make him upset. He also can't help but think that there is good in everybody, and that maybe they are misunderstood. He is absolutely sure he himself is misunderstood, which does bother him sometimes, and he doesn't want anybody to be upset or feel down that they are 'different'. Naive this might be, but stupid he is not. He can get blinded by this altruism and bright thinking, and not always see the bad in people. It is unknown, though, if he truly doesn't know about it, or if he does know and refuses to acknowledge it as truth. Only time can tell. His optimism and kindness are bound to get him in trouble, though, considering he doesn't entirely know where to put his heart fully into.

Calm -
Going into an outright panic isn't something that is normal for him. He'd rather keep his head mostly clear for his little fantasies and helping others. It would take something absolutely horrible and life-altering to make him get upset, or to see cats being treated unfairly for something that is either out of their control or a mistake that they didn't mean to make. It doesn't make sense to him for there to be any sort of conflict in life, or things like that. Honestly, he'd rather everybody get along, and silently suffer, than for there to be loud conflict. His ears don't like that sort of thing, anyhow. But, really. Galebringer can come off as stoic, or something of that sort, because he doesn't like over-exaggerating or making a big deal out of things. Making a dramatic entrance, trying to blow things out of proportion, that is not who he is, and wouldn't likely do anything that would contradict that. He may get nervous, and try to push for things to maybe go a bit faster so he could go home or something, but other than that, there's nothing.

Flexible -
Galebringer doesn't make plans. At all. The only thing that is thought out about him is the fact that he has to remember certain things, and to not do things. If he does indeed have plans with certain cats, and those fall apart, he really doesn't mind at all. He would rather go along with others, than do things by himself. This is entirely just with him making a decision on plans. If/When his friends decide to invite him to do things, he would rather do that, than plan things on his own. He's more of a creative soul, and would rather do things from the top of his head than make a concise plot. He finds it's easier to do things that way. Other than that, he really seems to remain stagnant in terms of the real sort of planning. It's hard for him to make a plan, and stick to it, so he figures why bother. If he can move around, and do the things others want, that's fine.

Trusting -
Being skeptical of other cats is something that hardly happens with Galebringer. He likes to believe only the best in cats, and so he doesn't think there would be a reason for anyone to try and manipulate him. I'm sure you're asking, "Well, Jay, why would this be a positive trait?" I'll tell you. So many cats seem to be so cynical nowadays, so hardened and jaded to the world they have yet to experience. How would that even make sense? Galebringer sure doesn't understand. He would rather be a follower than a leader, anyways, and it is always good not to question the leader. He has trust in the clan. If everyone is a 'good' cat, and there's always something that someone may misunderstand about them, then why not give them the benefit of the doubt? It's all for good intentions, and that is the main reason that this is a positive trait. That, and even with his slight doubt for some, he would still trust them, especially if they've shown they deserve it.

Introverted -
As said before, making friends are hard for him. As well as that, he is really bad with spoken words, and also just being near a lot of cats. Too many cats is hard to do for him. He'd rather linger towards the edges than be near the middle of the fray. If he has a small group of friends, he's going to be more than okay with that. He can awkwardly word things around cats he doesn't know, often mixing up the way he normally speaks, and it is just an all out mess. That is, if he really talks. It's hard to talk to cats he doesn't know! He doesn't know what they like, and he would rather it stay that way more often than not. If he had a choice, he'd rather anyone who wants to talk to him would make the first move. There are so many things that he knows/thinks/wants, but he really thinks he would do things better with himself. He also recharges easily by himself, and feels drained very easily when he's in a large group of cats.

Creative -
Again, this is something that was mentioned before. Making plans is his literal enemy. He's not an organized cat, anyways. Going off the top of his head, improvising as he goes, that's how he rolls. It's easier that way, and would be totally radical if he could keep going on this way. However, as time goes by, he'll be honestly afraid to be creative. Galebringer's little ideas aren't entirely the best thought out, and as said he improvises. This also means he'll be the worst liar if things like that ever happen. His poker face, he's got that down to the dime, but actually coming up with the lie? Yea. Not going to happen. He's an open thinker, but not that open with his emotions and intentions. To be fair, he really doesn't have any ulterior motives anywhere, except maybe to get out of social events.

Impractical -
Often delving into the world of make-believe and fantasies, he doesn't really like to think about real life. He loves to make little friends in his head, or give names to things that wouldn't have names otherwise. Galebringer doesn't often do things the way that would make sense to a lot of cats, but if it makes sense to him, he'll do it. He likes to dabble in things that really don't matter in everyday life. For example, he loves the stars. This started back when he was young, before he knew or thought much of the strange cats that pranced out in the sky. He's always love them, and would sneak out of the nursery, and make pictures with the sky. This is what he tries to do when he can, just lie out among the stars. He'll also do this with clouds. Really, Galebringer's interests are impractical, and a lot of the things he does are as well.

Unassertive -
Galebringer's voice, while admittedly can get loud, often doesn't get used to stand up for himself. To him, it's very hard to do that. He doesn't want to upset anybody, and that's his biggest problem, really. He'd rather stay quiet and 'invisible', than loud and judged. Galebringer feels uncomfortable speaking up for himself, and while the reason for this is unknown, he may tell someone should he actually find someone to tell. Not that there's much to tell in the first place. It is extremely hard for him to stand up for himself, or talk in general to cats. He doesn't want to be yelled at, or made a fool out of, he just wants everyone to be happy. This may or may not be a sign that he does indeed know about the things in this world that are not kind, or it could be a thing that just shows how much like a mouse he is. Either way... This also makes him easily flustered when he's confronted about stuff. He won't know what to say, and everything will just tumble out in this weird, nonsensical, pile of mush.

Sensitive -
On the outside, it might seem like he is perfectly alright with that mean thing you just said. On the inside, he is literally breaking. Truth be told, he does need validation, and he needs to know that he's not bothering you. This might not be asked outright, or answered like that either, but he does have his ways. Galebringer wants to work on this, and hates that he's sensitive. His few friends mean the entire world to him, so he can't help but also get jealous seeing them happy with other people. Possessive and sensitive are two words that can be used to explain him. He might get slightly passive aggressive about it, denying that he is hurt by your words and actions, but he would rather conceal, instead of actually feeling. He just wants to know that cats like him, that he's actually a cat that others see as worthwhile. He may be an optimist, but he really doesn't think this way entirely with him. Things don't get him down for long, no, but they can hit pretty hard.

Private -
Keeping to himself, and his feelings and stuff inside, he really doesn't like to outwardly express his feelings. Not that it is hard for him to do that, but more like he would rather not 'inconvenience' cats with his problems. As well as that, he doesn't like shouting his feelings out into the world, and making a tool out of himself. Galebringer would love to go in depth with people, have a heart-to-heart conversation, but it is very hard to explain how he feels. He knows what it is, he can empathize and sympathize with people, and he knows how to express it. Around unknown cats, he won't. Even around close cats, he can often find himself listening more than talking. It would be hard for him to actually be the one to talk more than hear. Just hearing what the other has to say is important, and he doesn't have much to say to begin with. Unless something absolutely calls for him to just spill his guts, and all his secrets, and tendencies, he will be more of an observer than anything else. This might also explain how he knows cats names without actually meeting them. It's a weird thing, honestly, for him to know names more than he does how to do things 'correctly'.

Self-Conscious -
Embarrassing himself, saying the wrong thing, being seen as the outcast, these are things that always bother him. He's always worried about how he looks, making sure that his fur is settled the right way and still soft as he knew it was a minute ago. Always bothering himself and worrying over the fact that he is not good enough. Galebringer doesn't say it outright, but he's always worried that what he does is not up to par with everybody, and sets his goals way too high, thinking he can do it, and ends up messing it up. While he may be kind and patient and loving to others, the opposite is true of himself. He really doesn't know what to think about himself, and always says that his accomplishments are surely not as good as his older siblings or parents. This again may be a trait that he grows out of, when he finally does realize that he is doing good, and that his trying to make the world better isn't just hopeless. His optimistic endeavors carry on, and thinking the best of people is what he is great at, and in due time, he'll see the same about himself. Admittedly, he's almost 5 years old, but he hasn't ever really seen himself as someone who's made a real accomplishment, or as good enough for the clan.

Perfectionist -
In Galebringer's eyes, everything he does has to come out a certain way, especially when it comes to actually trying to make friends or, I don't know, doing his job. He'll give himself little checkpoints to try and hit, and if he doesn't do it in the time he allots himself, or things like that, he'll shut down. If he's going to do something, and commit himself to it, he doesn't want to do something that is sub-par. He doesn't want to do something poorly when he could have done something awesome. Galebringer knows that he's capable of doing things correctly, of doing them to the best of his abilities. He's extra hard on himself, even if he may be understanding and patient with others. They are the ones that he is all about, but he absolutely despises doing things in a bad way. Basically, he holds himself on the lowest tier of his clan, even though they are all equal. He wants the perfect hunt, the perfect stalking method, but sometimes that can be hard if he can't even remember simple yet crucial steps to it. Honestly, there are a lot of things that he wants to do, but he knows he may not be able to. It's his own personal demon, and who knows if he'll ever actually overcome it.

Likes

• - Watching the Stars/Making Pictures in the Stars

• - Making cats laugh

• - Being with a friend. Just one. A single friend.
• - Helping others out
• - Having some time by himself

Dislikes

• - Being around more than 3 cats at once

• - Upsetting someone accidentally

• - Having to come up with a real plan
• - Losing track of the important things

Fears

• - Forgetting someone he loves

• - Losing someone he loves

• - Becoming a disappointment

Goals

• - Make at least a small mark on the world

• - Correctly do something in one try

• - Find a stargazing buddy

|| Sexual Information ||

Relationship status: Single

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Gender Identity: Cis

Activity:

Hot List:

• Sexual - ?

• Non-sexual - ?

• Relationship is no-longer - ?

• Regret - ?

{✔}=Active | {✘}=Non-active | {?}=Nothing happening

Looking For

• Lasting Relationship - ?

• Quick Fling - ?

• Unsure - ?

Turn-Ons

• - Light-hearted

• - Funny

• - Unknown

• - Unknown

Turn-Offs

• - Loud-Mouth

• - Braggart

• - Unknown

• - Unknown

Shippings

• - ??

• - ??

• - ??

|| Family Tree ||

Mother

Ambermoon | Dead | NPC
    Amber - For her pretty amber pelt.
    Moon - Partially after her pretty eyes, partially after her round mask.

Father

Rabbitspring | Dead | NPC
    Rabbit - For his long back legs.
    Spring - He was minorly famous for how far he could jump, thanks to aforementioned hind legs.

Siblings

Feverdance | Alive | NPC (I am thinking of perhaps making him a character of mine, but only time will tell)
    Fever - In memory of the sickness that had just swept the clans, and in hopes that things would get better.
    Dance - He is very skilled at fighting/dodging, making it a sort of dance.
Looncall | Alive | NPC (adoptable)
    Loon - After one of the birds that his mother used to see around all the time, in hopes he would rise above the rest.
    call - he has a powerful voice, and he is not afraid to use it.
Ryepaw | Dead | NPC
  Rye - His mother saw grains as a sort of peaceful thing, he was named in hopes that things would start become more peaceful.
    paw - traditional naming

|| Biography ||

|Prior to Birth|

The two had been very close since kithood. Both of their parents had been friends, so it was only natural that they, too, become close. Sweetkit, the adventurous and alluring pointed she-cat, and Rabbitkit, the brash and bold tabby. They basically grew up together, up to apprentices, then finally to warriors. They didn't actually become mates until they were about six years old. Both decided that they would have kits, but eventually. It wasn't best at the time, in their eyes, so they waited for a while. They almost waited too long. It wasn't until two years after they officially became mates and they were a bit into the White Froth that they had their first, and only litter.

|Kitten|

Silvermoon gave birth to her kittens - in order - Feverkit, Loonkit, Galekit, and Ryekit. They were born without a father, he had been lost to the White Froth. They lived a semi-normal life, for the most part. It was very obvious the order of who was in charge. Loonkit was the one in charge, the one who made most of the decisions, and Galekit was his little follower. Feverkit followed Loonkit in the pecking order, and Ryekit came last. But, none of them mistreated the other. They were a team, they worked together. They tried their best to keep their moral up, and do that, they did. The four brothers were very happy kittens, surprisingly, oblivious to the things around them. All, it seemed, except for one. Galekit seemed very interested in what the adults were talking about, and had an idea of what was going on. He never told others, since it probably wouldn't be good, and it wasn't truly important anyways.

|Apprentice|

Galepaw was made an apprentice at the age of 6 moons, his mentor by the name of Lilytooth. She taught him as well as she could, as they were just getting out of The White Froth. He just couldn't seem to grasp most of the concepts, but she knew he was trying his best. He continuously forgot some of the most important information anyone would have to know in order to fight, to hunt. Things like keeping his tail raised slightly above the ground when stalking something to not alert it, or making sure that he didn't accidentally knock himself off his paws when he was learning to fight. He didn't really believe in himself, since everything seemed to not be going well for him. He was showing signs of being a good hunter, though, if he would just pay attention to his surroundings.

About a moon into his training, the Battle of the Wicked took place. Unfortunately, he was someone who was at the gathering, as was his small family. They fled the area, taking shelter in the bushes. He was absolutely terrified, hiding with his brothers and mother as the rest of the clans also waited for this horrid thing to stop. Galepaw thought he was going to die. He didn't want to die, he had just started understanding some things, and it wasn't nearly as close to where he had wanted to be for any of it.

It was during his apprenticeship that the land began to deteriorate. He didn't understand why. If the Wicked's battle was over, why would it leave such an affect on the territories like this? Lilytooth reassured him that he was doing well, that his training was going alright, but he didn't believe her. He knew that she was also scared, and didn't really expect much from him with this new horizon. But he did. He was so frustrated that he couldn't do anything. Galepaw could hardly catch a thing, there was hardly any prey in sight. Cats were starting to go hungry in his clan, and his heart went out to them, wishing that he could somehow fix this. Soon after, the water became undrinkable, the land losing the luster it had had for so many moons before these hell-beasts came and took it from them.

The Himalayan tom took a long time working on his endurance and his strength. He was learning, slowly but surely. He wasn't as good as some cats could be, but he was doing about the average amount. Loonpaw offered to help him out, as did Silvermoon. They wanted to help their family member as well as they could, and he accepted it. They were patient, even though he wasn't doing very good at it. He would rather focus on this, than the horror of the bad things that had been happening. He was terrified, and he didn't want to recognize them as things that had happened. Like the cats that had been disappearing out of thing air. Something that had only just begun.

He didn't feel the real effect, though, until his brother disappeared. It had been a good day, as good of a day that this hell could be, that is. Galepaw was talking to Ryepaw, the kind youngest brother of the group. Galepaw blinked, and he was gone. His heart stopped. It couldn't be, no, his baby brother couldn't be gone. He had to be hiding somewhere, this had to be one of his silly little games. Galepaw spent what seemed like hours calling for his brother. When he returned, his heart dropped once more. It seemed like his mother, too, had been taken by whatever had been stealing cats away from their lives. It hadn't been much yet, not that many cats, so it wasn't too big of a concern for him, but still. He was nearing the end of his apprenticeship, he'd been learning with his youngest brother by his side, she had been cheering him on from the sidelines, both of them had. And now, they were gone.

He didn't even get to say goodbye.

|Adult Warrior|

Galepaw was given the name Galebringer alongside his brothers Feverdance and Looncall. He couldn't help but feel horrid that his brother wasn't there with them, earning his name, or that his mother wasn't there, either. Galebringer was doing his best to keep it out of his mind, to try and serve his clan the best he could without making an absolute fool out of himself, and try to help in any way he could. Out of his own curiosity, sometimes he'd peek into the medicine cat den, to see if they needed anything or any help getting something, since he figured that, out of anything, he could at least do that.

It was during this time that, 3 moons into his warriorship, that the leaders got together and decided that it was time for the clans to leave. They'd tried so hard to try and heal the land, try to fix the things that had happened since the Wicked had ruined everything with their battle, but it was all for naught. They set off, the clans together for once, and they traveled a very, very long way. Galebringer couldn't help but feel like his paws were lead, hesitant to leave the place he'd grown up. Even if it was completely destroyed, completely uninhabitable, he still felt sympathetic. He still felt as though his mother and brother were somewhere over there, even if they'd disappeared before his eyes. That they were out there, somewhere, wandering alone. If Starclan was still there, would they be there, if they had actually passed away?

Galebringer couldn't help but feel drawn to the cats of the other clans, that stubborn want to help tugging at his heartstrings. He felt like he was dying, because he honestly wanted to help, to be able to fix the sorrow that he saw on the others face, somehow. And then there were the cats that joined the journeying cats that came from outside; kittypets, loners, and rogues alike joined the clans, and therefore became a part of this odd and mildly broken family of these clans. Looncall very obviously disliked this, voicing his opinion where nobody had asked for it. He had many problems that he could have caused, but Calebringer did his best to stop his brother from getting into too much trouble.

The only brother between the other two that hadn't gotten in trouble was Feverdance, who was too busy trying to befriend a Riverclan she-cat.

It was a fun time.

The clans finally found a place to settle, dishing out the territories to each clan respectfully. Feverdance asked to join Riverclan, and the leader allowed it. Galebringer was sad to see his brother go, and was mildly miffed that he was stuck with his loudmouth brother. They were still close, but it was becoming a bit of a nuance to have to deal with Looncall's misguided opinions. The two brothers worked on serving their clan the way that they had before, now in a territory that had prey and that had some sense of stability. Without the threat of cats poofing straight out of the air, he was beginning to feel more at ease.

But, during the time that they had been settling down in the territories, there was a group of rogues that had started to terrorize the clans. Galebringer ran into one of them, but was somehow able to talk his way out of anything happening. This was starting to become a huge problem for all the clans, and it was the new Skyclan leader, Cloudstar, that had gotten the news first. This was when Skyclan and Thunderclan allied themselves with Windclan. There were all sorts of things that had been happening, and Galebringer was happy to be able to help, for this to all stop. Riverclan and Shadowclan allied themselves with one another, and from there, the allies would help one another out. The battle lasted a day. After that, for about two moons, the clans that had been allies during that time, worked together to fix what the threat had done to the clans. It was a good time, Galebringer honestly thought, making this entire thing like they were a big family. At the end, there was a Gathering held in celebration. Yes, it was definitely a good time.

Leaf-bare was approaching, but Galebringer didn't really mind. With his thick pelt, he knew that nothing could bother him, not really. His brother, Looncall, was always complaining about how cold it was despite the fact he, too, had a pelt much like Gale's. Galebringer approached him during this, and told him that it really wasn't that bad, perhaps tone it down a bit. This was the first time that he actually came up to anyone about anything, negative or no, and it ended semi-well. Looncall denied that fact, and told Galebringer that he needed to worry about his own business. Though, he did tell Galebringer that, if it meant anything to him, that he would at least try and be 'less of a nuisance.' In a round-about way, he got that to stop fast.

A moon after that, though, a huge snowstorm hit, and destroyed quite a bit. Galebringer, again, wasn't too bothered by the cold, but offered to go out and find warmer things for the others, if needed. He even offered to try and use some of his fur, though that idea was shot down rather quick. He just wanted to help, anyway he could.

The prey started to go down, and Galebringer kept getting this creepy feeling of deja vu. Out of his own paranoia, he couldn't help but feel like, perhaps, the Wicked were behind this, that they had come back to reap the benefits of this new land. Of course, they weren't, but he still felt as though this was possible. On top of the storm, they had to deal with foxes stealing their prey, and farm animals that had more or less invaded the territory, as their cages had been more or less destroyed due to the storm. It was a wild time, and a time that Galebringer couldn't help but feel like this could be the end. Again, he is a rather paranoid bloke, and almost anything could get him to feel as though something bad was because of something previously.

After this, there was more or less a time of peace. The clans started rebuilding their homes, and the prey was coming back, little by little. Alongside his brother, Galebringer did his best to help his clan with prey. Things were starting to look up. True, he and his brother still had a spat here and there without Feverdance to break up their senseless fighting. He only wanted what was best for Looncall, who had always been one of the cats he could trust with anything. Of course, it was always an odd sort of relationship between brothers, but at least they were still there, that they were able to help somehow, in the only way they knew they could.

Time passed, and things started to heat up between Shadowclan and Windclan. Galebringer couldn't help but remember that he could scent Shadowclan on the wrong side of the border every now and then, and it was awful suspicious that there were cats often found dead by that exact border. Reedstar orders for cats to show no mercy to trespasser, no reason needed. This absolutely horrified Galebringer. He had never wanted to hurt a single cat in his life, he probably wasn't even capable of doing any real damage if he tried. He'd not found any trespassers, something that he was forever thankful for. Looncall did, though, and got into a nasty spat; he earned many scars from that encounter, but he would never say what had happened, or who it was.

The medicine cat, Wrenmist, leaves the clans, and therefore leaves Windclan without a medicine cat. Brindlenose, one of the senior members of the clan, tries to substitute for him, but it's painfully obvious she has no idea what she's doing. Galebringer had a moderate knowledge of herbs, and offered to help every now and then.

Reedstar, after being scarce for an awfully long time, returns with six kits. His children. All looked very much like the leader, sans one of the kittens. It was an awfully odd thing, and Galebringer wasn't too sure what to think about this. He wanted to help these little cats, though, since they were they clans future. They did join at a bad time, since the clan was suffering from starvation due to repaying a debt to Shadowclan. This left a bitter taste in Galebringer's mouth, and tried doing his best to hunt for his clan.

Tensions still rose between Shadowclan and Windclan, and after being attacked by a Shadowclan warrior at a gathering, Reedstar declared war on Shadowclan. Again, Galebringer felt extremely uncomfortable with this decision. He didn't want to fight anybody, even if it was the cats that had basically been starving the clan. The tom promised to help in any way that he could, even if he didn't think himself capable of doing anything good during this time.

|Medicine Cat|
After a talk with Reedstar, Galebringer was given permission to shadow Brindlenose, the cat who was the standing medicine cat. The two sort of got along, but Galebringer could tell she really didn't know what she was doing. He had a higher knowledge of herbs, the mediocre thing that that was, and did his best to try and hoard as many herbs before the war that he could. Eventually during this time, Reedstar noticed this, and named him the permanent medicine cat for WindClan. Galebringer was still a bit nervous, but felt more confident about it. There was a half-moon meeting where he was able to meet the new RiverClan medicine cat apprentice, Messypaw, as well as the ShadowClan and ThunderClan medicine cats Maggotrill and Tansysting. He said that he would try his best to help Maggotrill if he could, mostly with herbs if need be, as he didn't see the point in being enemies with the tom; after all, medicine cats were not tied to the same rules as normal warriors.

When the war had finished, he tended to the wounds, and had to help Reedstar break up a fight between Sheeppaw and Minkpaw. He was horrified to hear that Reedstar had lost a life, and they'd lost someone in the crossfire. He did his best to heal the cats he could, and was a bit hard on his leader to stay in his den for a while, as he did not trust that Reedstar wouldn't lose another life due to exhaustion or anything.

When the winter months came, Galebringer began to try his best to keep the herbs in order, and was becoming more and more nervous about things.

|| Relationships ||

ll Don't Know Well...

ll Kinda A Friend

ll Acquaintance

ll Friend

ll Good Friend

ll Best Friend

ll Ex-Crush

ll Pity For

ll Ex-Mate

ll Respect

ll Admire

ll Worships them like a god

ll Slight Crush

ll Average Crush

ll Major Crush

ll Suspicious

ll Questionable

ll Eager to know About

ll Lust

ll Love

ll Mated / Had Kits With

ll Creeped out

ll Fear

ll Stay Away Fear

ll Dislike | Distrust | Annoyance/Frustration

ll Hate

ll Loath

ll Like Brother l Sister l Mother l Father l Kit

ll Apprentice/Mentor

Mate

★ Dead

☆ Presumed dead

Family

[RiverClan]
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[ShadowClan]
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[ThunderClan]
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[WindClan]
Reedstar | - - -
"He's a very brave and old tom. I trust his decisions, though I can't help but feel as though this war is going to tear the clan apart. We're already suffering, I know, but I can't help but feel this may not be the best choice at this time."

Nightbreeze | - - - -
"She became deputy at a very odd time in the clan. I do not envy her position."

[SkyClan]
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|| Role-play Information ||

Status: Completely open for any rp~~

Timezone: GMT

Availability

• {?} Chat Rp

• {✔} Comment Rp

• {✔} Note Rp

• {✔} Skype Rp

✔= Yes | ✘= No | ?= Maybe

RP Example:

TAKEN FROM RP WITH @/suicunetobigaara; Spookpaw/Birdpaw
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Spookpaw was known for her odd ways, words, just the fact that she was just a bit off in the eyes of some cats. She'd been told so, once, by an equally aloof she-cat. So, she figured that it didn't really matter what cats thought. Why should she care, anyways, if she was Spookpaw, and that was all there was to it? The way he looked at her, though, it wasn't that way that some saw her; the annoying and strange she-cat. No, he was genuinely curious and politely intrigued. That was certainly a first. And, he thought it was cool! The only cat to tell her that they thought she was cool was her bro and her brosin, never someone outside of her special little bubble of friends.

Death was something he brought up, but that was something she still didn't understand. Her cousin, Runekit, was dead, but he looked like he'd been sleeping. Was it when you slept and didn't wake up? Waspgaze never really spoke about it; her father seemed very avoidant of that word.

She blinked her pale eyes, tilting her head as he asked her a question. It had sounded a bit like gibberish at first, but she realized he'd been talking about, or more, asking about if she had a sibling. "I've got an older brother!! Mhm, mhm! His name is Yellowpaw, and he's the bravest cat I know. Other than Doepaw, of course." She listened to him, narrowing her eyes and sticking her tongue out again, seeming to be in deep thought. Nobody came to her for her opinion or help. And the fact he thought she was cool had thrown her for a loop.

The pale apprentice looked to Birdpaw again, a determined look about her, and she nodded to herself, circling the tom once, as though to see him completely, but also a way to get herself to think. Pheasantpaw looked a bit like him?? Did that make them twins? Deputy Rookfeather had had sisters that were twins, so she was told. Jetsomething was one of them.

And what was something that looked similar, yet acted a bit different? Like, a ripple in a pond, or a reflection. !!!

"AAH!" She squeaked as she looked Birdpaw in the eyes, not realizing how close she was, but she backed up, leaning her forelegs on the ground as her back legs still stood straight, tail wagging excitedly. Spookpaw mirrored a dog in this respect.

"REFEATHEN." The word came out, and she was grinning madly. "Yer both named after things that are like birds, right?? Birds have feathers!! A-and!! If you look alike, y-yer kind of like a relection!! REFEATHEN!!" Spookpaw was ecstatic to have thought of it.

Art © comet-me-bro
Character Concept © comet-me-bro

Layout © kafeccino
Application Sheet © CatSaints
Future-of-the-Clans © Puddlepawproductions

Description
edit 1: I realize i forgot gale's eye markings in the headshot area woops

|| Basic Information ||
Name: Galebringer

• Prefix - Gale | His mother named him after a very strong wind, in hopes that he would bring strength to the clan; his siblings are/were named similarly.

• Suffix - bringer | This was mainly as a continuation of his prefix, but also because he seemed to bring smiles wherever he went.

• Galekit, Galepaw - Traditional former names.

Age: 61+ moons

Gender: Tom

Breed: Maine Coon x Himalayan

Birth season: Green-Leaf...?

Clan: WindClan

Position: Warrior/Medicine cat

Apprentice | Mentor History:

Lilytooth | NPC | Mentor | Dead

Religious Beliefs: ★★★☆☆
"I'll admit, with all the things that have happened in the past, there's always room for some doubt, even if you believe whole-heartedly in what you think you know about Starclan. There's no telling what they have in store, and whether for good or bad, I believe, but with a doubter's heart. Huh... Anyways, I don't know how I feel about them, even if I know they exist. Do you know what I mean?"

|| Appearance Information ||

Fur Statistics:

●○○○○○○○○○ ➟ Rough

○○○○○○○○○○ ➟ Dry

●●●●●●●●●● ➟ Smooth

●●●●●●●●●○ ➟ Soft

Short|●●●●●●●●●●|Long

Brief Description: Galebringer is a long-furred tom with a moderate build. The most notable bit of how he looks is his very dark points, the ones that are very characteristic for his breed, the Himalayan. His eyes are a gentle blue color, something that may remind one of a soft breeze in the sky, or a gale, if you will. As he was trained for a long time to be a warrior, and tried his absolute hardest to become a good warrior, he has a bit of muscles, and is very obviously a fast cat, like his clan would be. His fur is long, though, something that is a bit different for the cats that live there, as only a few in the small clan have that trait. This is mostly from his father, who was a Maine coon, but also from his mother, who was a Himalayan.

Body Type: To be completely honest, he looks a bit like a hodgepodge of a few body types. There is one that is pretty accurate, though. Galebringer is a pretty athletic cat, as most Windclan cats are. He's very fast, built for speed, but also for strength. He's of average strength, though some may think differently since he's pretty fluffy. His legs were made for running, and that's exactly what he knows to do.

-Scars:

- N/A

Voice: He has a very calming voice, a deep rumble that could very easily seem to be coated with honey. It's easy to see why he can bring a smile, he could probably just convince them with a soft laugh.

-Example: (Liam Neeson as Aslan

Scent: He smells very faintly of herbs, but mainly open skies.

Senses:

●●●●●|●●●○○ ➟ Eyesight

●●●●●|●●●●○ ➟ Touch

●●●●●|●●●●● ➟ Hearing

●●●●●|●○○○○ ➟ Taste

●●●●●|●●●●● ➟ Smell

Daily life:

●●●●●|●○○○○ ➟ Memory

●●●○○|○○○○○ ➟ Leadership

●●●●●|●●●●○ ➟ Willingness to learn

Statistics:

●●●●●|●○○○○ ➟ Strength

●●●●○|○○○○○ ➟ Endurance

●●○○○|○○○○○ ➟ Agility

●●●●○|○○○○○ ➟ Defense

●●●●●|●●●○○ ➟ Intelligence

●●●●●|○○○○○ ➟ Accuracy

●●●●●|●○○○○ ➟ Medicine knowledge*
    - * As he was not trained to become a medicine cat, he does not know as much about herbs as some would, however, he is working on it, so this chart will most likely fluctuate as he grows older and as he learns more. He did, however, like to watch what the medicine cats did, so he has a little above the mid-line of high and low knowledge of it.

Main quote that resembles: “All that is gold does not glitter; not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither; deep roots are not reached by the frost.”―J. R. R. Tolkien

Songs that resemble:
[ Everything's Alright - To the Moon (Cover by Emily Scholz) ]
[ The Rainbow Connection - Diana Parton ]
[ Transcendence - Lindsey Stirling ]
[ In the End - Black Veil Brides ]
[ Dark on Me - Starset ]
[ All the Stars - Ed Sheeran

Things We Should Know About This Character:
-- This kid is based off of a character that I had made a long, long time ago, but I was never able to use anywhere. So, I hope that this guy thrives here.

|| Personality ||

Alignment: Neutral Good
He follows the rules, yes, and he accepts that who is in charge is in charge, but sometimes to help people, it's good to go against those people, and to act of your own accord. He doesn't really care if he has to go against that, as long as he's helping and doing as good as he can, he will do it.
MBTI: INFP - The Mediator
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Optimist | Calm | Flexible | Trusting
Introverted | Creative | Impractical | Unassertive
Sensitive | Private | Self-Conscious | Perfectionist

Optimist -
Thinking the best of cats is his best trait, as well as his downfall. We'll get to that in a few moments, though. There doesn't seem to be anything that brings him down, and if there is, it isn't for long. Galebringer refuses to let things that don't go well make him upset. He also can't help but think that there is good in everybody, and that maybe they are misunderstood. He is absolutely sure he himself is misunderstood, which does bother him sometimes, and he doesn't want anybody to be upset or feel down that they are 'different'. Naive this might be, but stupid he is not. He can get blinded by this altruism and bright thinking, and not always see the bad in people. It is unknown, though, if he truly doesn't know about it, or if he does know and refuses to acknowledge it as truth. Only time can tell. His optimism and kindness are bound to get him in trouble, though, considering he doesn't entirely know where to put his heart fully into.

Calm -
Going into an outright panic isn't something that is normal for him. He'd rather keep his head mostly clear for his little fantasies and helping others. It would take something absolutely horrible and life-altering to make him get upset, or to see cats being treated unfairly for something that is either out of their control or a mistake that they didn't mean to make. It doesn't make sense to him for there to be any sort of conflict in life, or things like that. Honestly, he'd rather everybody get along, and silently suffer, than for there to be loud conflict. His ears don't like that sort of thing, anyhow. But, really. Galebringer can come off as stoic, or something of that sort, because he doesn't like over-exaggerating or making a big deal out of things. Making a dramatic entrance, trying to blow things out of proportion, that is not who he is, and wouldn't likely do anything that would contradict that. He may get nervous, and try to push for things to maybe go a bit faster so he could go home or something, but other than that, there's nothing.

Flexible -
Galebringer doesn't make plans. At all. The only thing that is thought out about him is the fact that he has to remember certain things, and to not do things. If he does indeed have plans with certain cats, and those fall apart, he really doesn't mind at all. He would rather go along with others, than do things by himself. This is entirely just with him making a decision on plans. If/When his friends decide to invite him to do things, he would rather do that, than plan things on his own. He's more of a creative soul, and would rather do things from the top of his head than make a concise plot. He finds it's easier to do things that way. Other than that, he really seems to remain stagnant in terms of the real sort of planning. It's hard for him to make a plan, and stick to it, so he figures why bother. If he can move around, and do the things others want, that's fine.

Trusting -
Being skeptical of other cats is something that hardly happens with Galebringer. He likes to believe only the best in cats, and so he doesn't think there would be a reason for anyone to try and manipulate him. I'm sure you're asking, "Well, Jay, why would this be a positive trait?" I'll tell you. So many cats seem to be so cynical nowadays, so hardened and jaded to the world they have yet to experience. How would that even make sense? Galebringer sure doesn't understand. He would rather be a follower than a leader, anyways, and it is always good not to question the leader. He has trust in the clan. If everyone is a 'good' cat, and there's always something that someone may misunderstand about them, then why not give them the benefit of the doubt? It's all for good intentions, and that is the main reason that this is a positive trait. That, and even with his slight doubt for some, he would still trust them, especially if they've shown they deserve it.

Introverted -
As said before, making friends are hard for him. As well as that, he is really bad with spoken words, and also just being near a lot of cats. Too many cats is hard to do for him. He'd rather linger towards the edges than be near the middle of the fray. If he has a small group of friends, he's going to be more than okay with that. He can awkwardly word things around cats he doesn't know, often mixing up the way he normally speaks, and it is just an all out mess. That is, if he really talks. It's hard to talk to cats he doesn't know! He doesn't know what they like, and he would rather it stay that way more often than not. If he had a choice, he'd rather anyone who wants to talk to him would make the first move. There are so many things that he knows/thinks/wants, but he really thinks he would do things better with himself. He also recharges easily by himself, and feels drained very easily when he's in a large group of cats.

Creative -
Again, this is something that was mentioned before. Making plans is his literal enemy. He's not an organized cat, anyways. Going off the top of his head, improvising as he goes, that's how he rolls. It's easier that way, and would be totally radical if he could keep going on this way. However, as time goes by, he'll be honestly afraid to be creative. Galebringer's little ideas aren't entirely the best thought out, and as said he improvises. This also means he'll be the worst liar if things like that ever happen. His poker face, he's got that down to the dime, but actually coming up with the lie? Yea. Not going to happen. He's an open thinker, but not that open with his emotions and intentions. To be fair, he really doesn't have any ulterior motives anywhere, except maybe to get out of social events.

Impractical -
Often delving into the world of make-believe and fantasies, he doesn't really like to think about real life. He loves to make little friends in his head, or give names to things that wouldn't have names otherwise. Galebringer doesn't often do things the way that would make sense to a lot of cats, but if it makes sense to him, he'll do it. He likes to dabble in things that really don't matter in everyday life. For example, he loves the stars. This started back when he was young, before he knew or thought much of the strange cats that pranced out in the sky. He's always love them, and would sneak out of the nursery, and make pictures with the sky. This is what he tries to do when he can, just lie out among the stars. He'll also do this with clouds. Really, Galebringer's interests are impractical, and a lot of the things he does are as well.

Unassertive -
Galebringer's voice, while admittedly can get loud, often doesn't get used to stand up for himself. To him, it's very hard to do that. He doesn't want to upset anybody, and that's his biggest problem, really. He'd rather stay quiet and 'invisible', than loud and judged. Galebringer feels uncomfortable speaking up for himself, and while the reason for this is unknown, he may tell someone should he actually find someone to tell. Not that there's much to tell in the first place. It is extremely hard for him to stand up for himself, or talk in general to cats. He doesn't want to be yelled at, or made a fool out of, he just wants everyone to be happy. This may or may not be a sign that he does indeed know about the things in this world that are not kind, or it could be a thing that just shows how much like a mouse he is. Either way... This also makes him easily flustered when he's confronted about stuff. He won't know what to say, and everything will just tumble out in this weird, nonsensical, pile of mush.

Sensitive -
On the outside, it might seem like he is perfectly alright with that mean thing you just said. On the inside, he is literally breaking. Truth be told, he does need validation, and he needs to know that he's not bothering you. This might not be asked outright, or answered like that either, but he does have his ways. Galebringer wants to work on this, and hates that he's sensitive. His few friends mean the entire world to him, so he can't help but also get jealous seeing them happy with other people. Possessive and sensitive are two words that can be used to explain him. He might get slightly passive aggressive about it, denying that he is hurt by your words and actions, but he would rather conceal, instead of actually feeling. He just wants to know that cats like him, that he's actually a cat that others see as worthwhile. He may be an optimist, but he really doesn't think this way entirely with him. Things don't get him down for long, no, but they can hit pretty hard.

Private -
Keeping to himself, and his feelings and stuff inside, he really doesn't like to outwardly express his feelings. Not that it is hard for him to do that, but more like he would rather not 'inconvenience' cats with his problems. As well as that, he doesn't like shouting his feelings out into the world, and making a tool out of himself. Galebringer would love to go in depth with people, have a heart-to-heart conversation, but it is very hard to explain how he feels. He knows what it is, he can empathize and sympathize with people, and he knows how to express it. Around unknown cats, he won't. Even around close cats, he can often find himself listening more than talking. It would be hard for him to actually be the one to talk more than hear. Just hearing what the other has to say is important, and he doesn't have much to say to begin with. Unless something absolutely calls for him to just spill his guts, and all his secrets, and tendencies, he will be more of an observer than anything else. This might also explain how he knows cats names without actually meeting them. It's a weird thing, honestly, for him to know names more than he does how to do things 'correctly'.

Self-Conscious -
Embarrassing himself, saying the wrong thing, being seen as the outcast, these are things that always bother him. He's always worried about how he looks, making sure that his fur is settled the right way and still soft as he knew it was a minute ago. Always bothering himself and worrying over the fact that he is not good enough. Galebringer doesn't say it outright, but he's always worried that what he does is not up to par with everybody, and sets his goals way too high, thinking he can do it, and ends up messing it up. While he may be kind and patient and loving to others, the opposite is true of himself. He really doesn't know what to think about himself, and always says that his accomplishments are surely not as good as his older siblings or parents. This again may be a trait that he grows out of, when he finally does realize that he is doing good, and that his trying to make the world better isn't just hopeless. His optimistic endeavors carry on, and thinking the best of people is what he is great at, and in due time, he'll see the same about himself. Admittedly, he's almost 5 years old, but he hasn't ever really seen himself as someone who's made a real accomplishment, or as good enough for the clan.

Perfectionist -
In Galebringer's eyes, everything he does has to come out a certain way, especially when it comes to actually trying to make friends or, I don't know, doing his job. He'll give himself little checkpoints to try and hit, and if he doesn't do it in the time he allots himself, or things like that, he'll shut down. If he's going to do something, and commit himself to it, he doesn't want to do something that is sub-par. He doesn't want to do something poorly when he could have done something awesome. Galebringer knows that he's capable of doing things correctly, of doing them to the best of his abilities. He's extra hard on himself, even if he may be understanding and patient with others. They are the ones that he is all about, but he absolutely despises doing things in a bad way. Basically, he holds himself on the lowest tier of his clan, even though they are all equal. He wants the perfect hunt, the perfect stalking method, but sometimes that can be hard if he can't even remember simple yet crucial steps to it. Honestly, there are a lot of things that he wants to do, but he knows he may not be able to. It's his own personal demon, and who knows if he'll ever actually overcome it.

Likes

• - Watching the Stars/Making Pictures in the Stars

• - Making cats laugh

• - Being with a friend. Just one. A single friend.
• - Helping others out
• - Having some time by himself

Dislikes

• - Being around more than 3 cats at once

• - Upsetting someone accidentally

• - Having to come up with a real plan
• - Losing track of the important things

Fears

• - Forgetting someone he loves

• - Losing someone he loves

• - Becoming a disappointment

Goals

• - Make at least a small mark on the world

• - Correctly do something in one try

• - Find a stargazing buddy

|| Sexual Information ||

Relationship status: Single

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Gender Identity: Cis

Activity:

Hot List:

• Sexual - ?

• Non-sexual - ?

• Relationship is no-longer - ?

• Regret - ?

{✔}=Active | {✘}=Non-active | {?}=Nothing happening

Looking For

• Lasting Relationship - ?

• Quick Fling - ?

• Unsure - ?

Turn-Ons

• - Light-hearted

• - Funny

• - Unknown

• - Unknown

Turn-Offs

• - Loud-Mouth

• - Braggart

• - Unknown

• - Unknown

Shippings

• - ??

• - ??

• - ??

|| Family Tree ||

Mother

Ambermoon | Dead | NPC
    Amber - For her pretty amber pelt.
    Moon - Partially after her pretty eyes, partially after her round mask.

Father

Rabbitspring | Dead | NPC
    Rabbit - For his long back legs.
    Spring - He was minorly famous for how far he could jump, thanks to aforementioned hind legs.

Siblings

Feverdance | Alive | NPC (I am thinking of perhaps making him a character of mine, but only time will tell)
    Fever - In memory of the sickness that had just swept the clans, and in hopes that things would get better.
    Dance - He is very skilled at fighting/dodging, making it a sort of dance.
Looncall | Alive | NPC (adoptable)
    Loon - After one of the birds that his mother used to see around all the time, in hopes he would rise above the rest.
    call - he has a powerful voice, and he is not afraid to use it.
Ryepaw | Dead | NPC
  Rye - His mother saw grains as a sort of peaceful thing, he was named in hopes that things would start become more peaceful.
    paw - traditional naming

|| Biography ||

|Prior to Birth|

The two had been very close since kithood. Both of their parents had been friends, so it was only natural that they, too, become close. Sweetkit, the adventurous and alluring pointed she-cat, and Rabbitkit, the brash and bold tabby. They basically grew up together, up to apprentices, then finally to warriors. They didn't actually become mates until they were about six years old. Both decided that they would have kits, but eventually. It wasn't best at the time, in their eyes, so they waited for a while. They almost waited too long. It wasn't until two years after they officially became mates and they were a bit into the White Froth that they had their first, and only litter.

|Kitten|

Silvermoon gave birth to her kittens - in order - Feverkit, Loonkit, Galekit, and Ryekit. They were born without a father, he had been lost to the White Froth. They lived a semi-normal life, for the most part. It was very obvious the order of who was in charge. Loonkit was the one in charge, the one who made most of the decisions, and Galekit was his little follower. Feverkit followed Loonkit in the pecking order, and Ryekit came last. But, none of them mistreated the other. They were a team, they worked together. They tried their best to keep their moral up, and do that, they did. The four brothers were very happy kittens, surprisingly, oblivious to the things around them. All, it seemed, except for one. Galekit seemed very interested in what the adults were talking about, and had an idea of what was going on. He never told others, since it probably wouldn't be good, and it wasn't truly important anyways.

|Apprentice|

Galepaw was made an apprentice at the age of 6 moons, his mentor by the name of Lilytooth. She taught him as well as she could, as they were just getting out of The White Froth. He just couldn't seem to grasp most of the concepts, but she knew he was trying his best. He continuously forgot some of the most important information anyone would have to know in order to fight, to hunt. Things like keeping his tail raised slightly above the ground when stalking something to not alert it, or making sure that he didn't accidentally knock himself off his paws when he was learning to fight. He didn't really believe in himself, since everything seemed to not be going well for him. He was showing signs of being a good hunter, though, if he would just pay attention to his surroundings.

About a moon into his training, the Battle of the Wicked took place. Unfortunately, he was someone who was at the gathering, as was his small family. They fled the area, taking shelter in the bushes. He was absolutely terrified, hiding with his brothers and mother as the rest of the clans also waited for this horrid thing to stop. Galepaw thought he was going to die. He didn't want to die, he had just started understanding some things, and it wasn't nearly as close to where he had wanted to be for any of it.

It was during his apprenticeship that the land began to deteriorate. He didn't understand why. If the Wicked's battle was over, why would it leave such an affect on the territories like this? Lilytooth reassured him that he was doing well, that his training was going alright, but he didn't believe her. He knew that she was also scared, and didn't really expect much from him with this new horizon. But he did. He was so frustrated that he couldn't do anything. Galepaw could hardly catch a thing, there was hardly any prey in sight. Cats were starting to go hungry in his clan, and his heart went out to them, wishing that he could somehow fix this. Soon after, the water became undrinkable, the land losing the luster it had had for so many moons before these hell-beasts came and took it from them.

The Himalayan tom took a long time working on his endurance and his strength. He was learning, slowly but surely. He wasn't as good as some cats could be, but he was doing about the average amount. Loonpaw offered to help him out, as did Silvermoon. They wanted to help their family member as well as they could, and he accepted it. They were patient, even though he wasn't doing very good at it. He would rather focus on this, than the horror of the bad things that had been happening. He was terrified, and he didn't want to recognize them as things that had happened. Like the cats that had been disappearing out of thing air. Something that had only just begun.

He didn't feel the real effect, though, until his brother disappeared. It had been a good day, as good of a day that this hell could be, that is. Galepaw was talking to Ryepaw, the kind youngest brother of the group. Galepaw blinked, and he was gone. His heart stopped. It couldn't be, no, his baby brother couldn't be gone. He had to be hiding somewhere, this had to be one of his silly little games. Galepaw spent what seemed like hours calling for his brother. When he returned, his heart dropped once more. It seemed like his mother, too, had been taken by whatever had been stealing cats away from their lives. It hadn't been much yet, not that many cats, so it wasn't too big of a concern for him, but still. He was nearing the end of his apprenticeship, he'd been learning with his youngest brother by his side, she had been cheering him on from the sidelines, both of them had. And now, they were gone.

He didn't even get to say goodbye.

|Adult Warrior|

Galepaw was given the name Galebringer alongside his brothers Feverdance and Looncall. He couldn't help but feel horrid that his brother wasn't there with them, earning his name, or that his mother wasn't there, either. Galebringer was doing his best to keep it out of his mind, to try and serve his clan the best he could without making an absolute fool out of himself, and try to help in any way he could. Out of his own curiosity, sometimes he'd peek into the medicine cat den, to see if they needed anything or any help getting something, since he figured that, out of anything, he could at least do that.

It was during this time that, 3 moons into his warriorship, that the leaders got together and decided that it was time for the clans to leave. They'd tried so hard to try and heal the land, try to fix the things that had happened since the Wicked had ruined everything with their battle, but it was all for naught. They set off, the clans together for once, and they traveled a very, very long way. Galebringer couldn't help but feel like his paws were lead, hesitant to leave the place he'd grown up. Even if it was completely destroyed, completely uninhabitable, he still felt sympathetic. He still felt as though his mother and brother were somewhere over there, even if they'd disappeared before his eyes. That they were out there, somewhere, wandering alone. If Starclan was still there, would they be there, if they had actually passed away?

Galebringer couldn't help but feel drawn to the cats of the other clans, that stubborn want to help tugging at his heartstrings. He felt like he was dying, because he honestly wanted to help, to be able to fix the sorrow that he saw on the others face, somehow. And then there were the cats that joined the journeying cats that came from outside; kittypets, loners, and rogues alike joined the clans, and therefore became a part of this odd and mildly broken family of these clans. Looncall very obviously disliked this, voicing his opinion where nobody had asked for it. He had many problems that he could have caused, but Calebringer did his best to stop his brother from getting into too much trouble.

The only brother between the other two that hadn't gotten in trouble was Feverdance, who was too busy trying to befriend a Riverclan she-cat.

It was a fun time.

The clans finally found a place to settle, dishing out the territories to each clan respectfully. Feverdance asked to join Riverclan, and the leader allowed it. Galebringer was sad to see his brother go, and was mildly miffed that he was stuck with his loudmouth brother. They were still close, but it was becoming a bit of a nuance to have to deal with Looncall's misguided opinions. The two brothers worked on serving their clan the way that they had before, now in a territory that had prey and that had some sense of stability. Without the threat of cats poofing straight out of the air, he was beginning to feel more at ease.

But, during the time that they had been settling down in the territories, there was a group of rogues that had started to terrorize the clans. Galebringer ran into one of them, but was somehow able to talk his way out of anything happening. This was starting to become a huge problem for all the clans, and it was the new Skyclan leader, Cloudstar, that had gotten the news first. This was when Skyclan and Thunderclan allied themselves with Windclan. There were all sorts of things that had been happening, and Galebringer was happy to be able to help, for this to all stop. Riverclan and Shadowclan allied themselves with one another, and from there, the allies would help one another out. The battle lasted a day. After that, for about two moons, the clans that had been allies during that time, worked together to fix what the threat had done to the clans. It was a good time, Galebringer honestly thought, making this entire thing like they were a big family. At the end, there was a Gathering held in celebration. Yes, it was definitely a good time.

Leaf-bare was approaching, but Galebringer didn't really mind. With his thick pelt, he knew that nothing could bother him, not really. His brother, Looncall, was always complaining about how cold it was despite the fact he, too, had a pelt much like Gale's. Galebringer approached him during this, and told him that it really wasn't that bad, perhaps tone it down a bit. This was the first time that he actually came up to anyone about anything, negative or no, and it ended semi-well. Looncall denied that fact, and told Galebringer that he needed to worry about his own business. Though, he did tell Galebringer that, if it meant anything to him, that he would at least try and be 'less of a nuisance.' In a round-about way, he got that to stop fast.

A moon after that, though, a huge snowstorm hit, and destroyed quite a bit. Galebringer, again, wasn't too bothered by the cold, but offered to go out and find warmer things for the others, if needed. He even offered to try and use some of his fur, though that idea was shot down rather quick. He just wanted to help, anyway he could.

The prey started to go down, and Galebringer kept getting this creepy feeling of deja vu. Out of his own paranoia, he couldn't help but feel like, perhaps, the Wicked were behind this, that they had come back to reap the benefits of this new land. Of course, they weren't, but he still felt as though this was possible. On top of the storm, they had to deal with foxes stealing their prey, and farm animals that had more or less invaded the territory, as their cages had been more or less destroyed due to the storm. It was a wild time, and a time that Galebringer couldn't help but feel like this could be the end. Again, he is a rather paranoid bloke, and almost anything could get him to feel as though something bad was because of something previously.

After this, there was more or less a time of peace. The clans started rebuilding their homes, and the prey was coming back, little by little. Alongside his brother, Galebringer did his best to help his clan with prey. Things were starting to look up. True, he and his brother still had a spat here and there without Feverdance to break up their senseless fighting. He only wanted what was best for Looncall, who had always been one of the cats he could trust with anything. Of course, it was always an odd sort of relationship between brothers, but at least they were still there, that they were able to help somehow, in the only way they knew they could.

Time passed, and things started to heat up between Shadowclan and Windclan. Galebringer couldn't help but remember that he could scent Shadowclan on the wrong side of the border every now and then, and it was awful suspicious that there were cats often found dead by that exact border. Reedstar orders for cats to show no mercy to trespasser, no reason needed. This absolutely horrified Galebringer. He had never wanted to hurt a single cat in his life, he probably wasn't even capable of doing any real damage if he tried. He'd not found any trespassers, something that he was forever thankful for. Looncall did, though, and got into a nasty spat; he earned many scars from that encounter, but he would never say what had happened, or who it was.

The medicine cat, Wrenmist, leaves the clans, and therefore leaves Windclan without a medicine cat. Brindlenose, one of the senior members of the clan, tries to substitute for him, but it's painfully obvious she has no idea what she's doing. Galebringer had a moderate knowledge of herbs, and offered to help every now and then.

Reedstar, after being scarce for an awfully long time, returns with six kits. His children. All looked very much like the leader, sans one of the kittens. It was an awfully odd thing, and Galebringer wasn't too sure what to think about this. He wanted to help these little cats, though, since they were they clans future. They did join at a bad time, since the clan was suffering from starvation due to repaying a debt to Shadowclan. This left a bitter taste in Galebringer's mouth, and tried doing his best to hunt for his clan.

Tensions still rose between Shadowclan and Windclan, and after being attacked by a Shadowclan warrior at a gathering, Reedstar declared war on Shadowclan. Again, Galebringer felt extremely uncomfortable with this decision. He didn't want to fight anybody, even if it was the cats that had basically been starving the clan. The tom promised to help in any way that he could, even if he didn't think himself capable of doing anything good during this time.

|Medicine Cat|
After a talk with Reedstar, Galebringer was given permission to shadow Brindlenose, the cat who was the standing medicine cat. The two sort of got along, but Galebringer could tell she really didn't know what she was doing. He had a higher knowledge of herbs, the mediocre thing that that was, and did his best to try and hoard as many herbs before the war that he could. Eventually during this time, Reedstar noticed this, and named him the permanent medicine cat for WindClan. Galebringer was still a bit nervous, but felt more confident about it. There was a half-moon meeting where he was able to meet the new RiverClan medicine cat apprentice, Messypaw, as well as the ShadowClan and ThunderClan medicine cats Maggotrill and Tansysting. He said that he would try his best to help Maggotrill if he could, mostly with herbs if need be, as he didn't see the point in being enemies with the tom; after all, medicine cats were not tied to the same rules as normal warriors.

When the war had finished, he tended to the wounds, and had to help Reedstar break up a fight between Sheeppaw and Minkpaw. He was horrified to hear that Reedstar had lost a life, and they'd lost someone in the crossfire. He did his best to heal the cats he could, and was a bit hard on his leader to stay in his den for a while, as he did not trust that Reedstar wouldn't lose another life due to exhaustion or anything.

When the winter months came, Galebringer began to try his best to keep the herbs in order, and was becoming more and more nervous about things.

|| Relationships ||

ll Don't Know Well...

ll Kinda A Friend

ll Acquaintance

ll Friend

ll Good Friend

ll Best Friend

ll Ex-Crush

ll Pity For

ll Ex-Mate

ll Respect

ll Admire

ll Worships them like a god

ll Slight Crush

ll Average Crush

ll Major Crush

ll Suspicious

ll Questionable

ll Eager to know About

ll Lust

ll Love

ll Mated / Had Kits With

ll Creeped out

ll Fear

ll Stay Away Fear

ll Dislike | Distrust | Annoyance/Frustration

ll Hate

ll Loath

ll Like Brother l Sister l Mother l Father l Kit

ll Apprentice/Mentor

Mate

★ Dead

☆ Presumed dead

Family

[RiverClan]
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[ShadowClan]
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[ThunderClan]
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[WindClan]
Reedstar | - - -
"He's a very brave and old tom. I trust his decisions, though I can't help but feel as though this war is going to tear the clan apart. We're already suffering, I know, but I can't help but feel this may not be the best choice at this time."

Nightbreeze | - - - -
"She became deputy at a very odd time in the clan. I do not envy her position."

[SkyClan]
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|| Role-play Information ||

Status: Completely open for any rp~~

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• {✔} Comment Rp

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TAKEN FROM RP WITH @/suicunetobigaara; Spookpaw/Birdpaw
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Spookpaw was known for her odd ways, words, just the fact that she was just a bit off in the eyes of some cats. She'd been told so, once, by an equally aloof she-cat. So, she figured that it didn't really matter what cats thought. Why should she care, anyways, if she was Spookpaw, and that was all there was to it? The way he looked at her, though, it wasn't that way that some saw her; the annoying and strange she-cat. No, he was genuinely curious and politely intrigued. That was certainly a first. And, he thought it was cool! The only cat to tell her that they thought she was cool was her bro and her brosin, never someone outside of her special little bubble of friends.

Death was something he brought up, but that was something she still didn't understand. Her cousin, Runekit, was dead, but he looked like he'd been sleeping. Was it when you slept and didn't wake up? Waspgaze never really spoke about it; her father seemed very avoidant of that word.

She blinked her pale eyes, tilting her head as he asked her a question. It had sounded a bit like gibberish at first, but she realized he'd been talking about, or more, asking about if she had a sibling. "I've got an older brother!! Mhm, mhm! His name is Yellowpaw, and he's the bravest cat I know. Other than Doepaw, of course." She listened to him, narrowing her eyes and sticking her tongue out again, seeming to be in deep thought. Nobody came to her for her opinion or help. And the fact he thought she was cool had thrown her for a loop.

The pale apprentice looked to Birdpaw again, a determined look about her, and she nodded to herself, circling the tom once, as though to see him completely, but also a way to get herself to think. Pheasantpaw looked a bit like him?? Did that make them twins? Deputy Rookfeather had had sisters that were twins, so she was told. Jetsomething was one of them.

And what was something that looked similar, yet acted a bit different? Like, a ripple in a pond, or a reflection. !!!

"AAH!" She squeaked as she looked Birdpaw in the eyes, not realizing how close she was, but she backed up, leaning her forelegs on the ground as her back legs still stood straight, tail wagging excitedly. Spookpaw mirrored a dog in this respect.

"REFEATHEN." The word came out, and she was grinning madly. "Yer both named after things that are like birds, right?? Birds have feathers!! A-and!! If you look alike, y-yer kind of like a relection!! REFEATHEN!!" Spookpaw was ecstatic to have thought of it.

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