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last edit: Feb 20, 2015
PHYSICAL INFO:
name: Pitchfur
age: 56 moons as of April 24,2014 | birthday: March 16, 2010 | starting age: 40 moons
gender: male
breed: american shorthair
clan: Shadowclan
rank: warrior

SEXUALITY INFO:
mated to Ferretwhisker
orientation: straight
note: Pitchfur is meant to be a realistic tom cat meaning he does not mind having more than one mate. (not a bunch obviously because that would be a problem with so many cats being related.) edit 1. Pitchfur has grown very close to Ferretwhisker; he's realized that the reason he was always so casual about being with more than one she-cat was because his female companions never felt that strongly about him. Ferretwhisker cares about him a lot, and has pledged herself solely to him, so he's had to reconsider a few things about himself.

PERSONALITY:
Blunt | Thoughtful | Quiet | Intense | Fierce

[Blunt] Pitchfur isn't one to sugar-coat his speech, but that doesn't necessarily make him a mean cat. His bluntness can even be helpful when someone is looking for the truth.

[Thoughtful] This tom is one who sits and broods for fair amounts of time. He's definitely what one would call a thinker before a fighter.

[Quiet] Pitchfur has never been one to talk a lot; he's never had much reason to.

[Intense] He's mostly just intense in battle. His sense of humor isn't too great also. When others laugh he just chuckles.

[Fierce] In battle Pitchfur is a hissing ball of rage. He tries to keep his cool but usually fails and just attacks the closest cat that isn't Shadowclan.

BRIEF BACKSTORY:
[kithood] Pitchkit was born alongside one brother: Emberkit(tail).(may be adopted. contact me if interested). From early on the kits were competitive, and could often be found tussling rather aggressively. Pitchkit resembled his father Nightswath while Emberkit looked more like their orange tabby mother.

[apprenticeship] (i've been meaning to incorporate this for a while but i hadn't gotten around to it) Pitchpaw's mentor was a pretty she-cat named Silversong. Pitchpaw was in awe of her beauty and experience. She was about two years older than him. Silversong was very kind to her apprentice, always complimenting him and murmuring sweet words. Even when he messed up, she never yelled. Pitchpaw assumed this was how all apprentices were treated. In training she would let her tail flow over his back to steady his stances, she would whisper encouragement in his ear. As his training continued, Silversong showered him with even more attention. Pitchpaw was conflicted. He liked the attention she gave him, but it also made him uncomfortable. Whenever he trained with other apprentices they gave him strange looks. Pitchpaw ignored them and didn't bother approaching Silversong about how she trained him. As he grew older, her touches and words ignited in him a new feeling. He found himself dreaming of the pretty she-cat, and when she would draw close to him his body would tingle all over. He never acted on these feelings, knowing they were inappropriate between mentor and apprentice. The young tom assumed he would eventually get over his feelings for Silversong. One day, near the end of his apprenticeship, Silversong rubbed his cheek in a strange way. She narrowed her eyes and said in a playful tone,"You've got to be the most oblivious tomcat I've ever known. Have you truly not noticed all my hints?" Pitchpaw stared at her, mouth slightly agape. "Well," she continued, "Once you become a warrior, I think we should have our own vigil."
Pitchpaw was a nervous wreck after that. He jumped whenever Silversong came around him. The way she had revealed her own desire for him didn't feel right, but the young tom was too overwhelmed by his little crush to give it much thought. He went through the last moon of his apprenticeship on pins and needles, slowly noticing how his brother began to disappear from the apprentice's den and becoming very tired.
Pitchpaw and Emberpaw were always competing as apprentices. It was a healthy competition though. After one of their Gatherings, Pitchpaw noticed Emberpaw being tired almost every day. He trudged through his duties and hardly seemed to have any energy to compete with Pitchpaw anymore. Near the end of their apprenticeship, the two brothers were in a battle between their clan and Windclan, and Pitchpaw killed a she-cat. He didn't feel good about it but moved on to his next opponent, until Emberpaw knocked into him violently. “You killed her!” he hissed. Pitchpaw was utterly confused, then pieced it together. His brother had loved the Windclanner! Emberpaw slashed him across the nose, leaving a scar. Pitchpaw was so bewildered he attacked his brother and tore his left ear in 2 places. Emberpaw hissed and then ran away from the battle. He would forever hold a grudge with Pitchpaw after that.

[warrior] Pitchfur shared his warrior ceremony with his brother after the battle with Windclan. No one was sure why the brothers were so cold toward one another. Pitchfur’s nose was still stinging as he sat for his vigil, back to his brother. Nowadays the two hardly speak. They shared some sympathetic silence when their parents passed from the elder’s den, but that was about as close as they got.
Pitchfur had not been a warrior for long when Silversong approached him again. She came to him in the night as he slept in the warrior's den, suggesting they go out for a walk in the territory. She led the way and he grew cautious as she led him out of camp away from the entrance, so they didn't pass the guard. He followed in tense silence, not sure at all what to say. Silversong finally turned to him, glimmering in the light of the moon. "Remember that vigil I mentioned?" She wove around his body and Pitchfur's whole body became taut. She must feel the same way I do. She loves me! He let his instincts take over and the two coupled more than once. The whole ordeal left Pitchfur feeling truly alive. Silversong's invitation and pleasure must have meant she wanted to be his mate. As they walked back to camp, Pitchfur thought she would want to walk beside him, but she walked ahead, just as she had when they had left camp. She was no closer to him than before. "Silversong..." he called ahead.
The tabby turned her head, "Yes?"
"Are we... do you love me?"
The she-cat stopped, sighing as she gave him her full attention. "I didn't think you would take it that way. Pitchfur, darling, we all have needs, and I chose you to satisfy those needs."
A tight feeling spread through his chest and to the rest of his body. It hurt, like a poison had been released to slowly devour him from the inside. If she had said that in coldness or in anger, he would have felt different, but she said with barely any emotion at all, like what she had done was no more unnatural than how the rain fell from clouds.
"I do care about you, but not that way," she finished.
He sat like a stone carving, nodding numbly. "I understand," he finally murmured.
The she-cat gave him a weak smile and turned away again, leaving him in the darkness of the night and his own thoughts. So that's what he was: an outlet for she-cats. That was natural. He'd heard of cats who changed mates from one season to the next, and of toms who were only concerned for passing on their genes. Pitchfur resolved himself to this role, hoping it would save him from any more heartache.
Much to his surprise, Silversong became pregnant and gave birth to three kits. She did not divulge the father to anyone, and Pitchfur was too hurt and embarrassed by his naivete to say anything either. He watched the kits grow from afar, never revealing he was their father.
Pitchfur had relations with a few other she-cats after that, knowing that all they wanted was to satisfy their carnal needs. It wasn't until he was around 4 years old that he began to talk with a young she-cat named Ferretwhisker. She would talk with him companionably, not wishing to gain anything from him other than his friendship. It was a new sensation for him. Pitchfur was a quiet and solitary cat, and therefore was not a strong friend to anyone. Ferretwhisker continued to converse with him, even asked to go out on walks with him through the territory. In turn, Pitchfur grew interested in her background as well. She grew to take up all his thoughts. At some point, he couldn't even pinpoint when, he realized he had fallen in love with her. The tom took some time to fully analyze his feelings for Ferretwhisker, but he knew this was different than his infatuation with Silversong. Ferretwhisker cared about him. He knew she did. He finally disclosed his feelings for her and she returned them wholeheartedly. Pitchfur was rejuvenated. He had grown to love someone again, even after great heartbreak, and she loved him just as deeply in return.
There was some surprise when Ferretwhisker became pregnant, but only because it caused them both a mix of fear and joy. Pitchfur doted on his mate through her whole pregnancy, proud that the clan could know he was the father of these unborn kits and that Ferretwhisker held no qualms about letting them know. He had felt jilted with the birth of Silversong's litter, feeling like he could not make his role known since she had kept it secret, but with the birth of this litter he wanted to run through the camp and yell his joy.
Pitchfur has a family with Ferretwhisker now and their kits have become apprentices. His pride in them, his mate, and himself, only increases with each passing day. holy crap that was a lot for me xD

FAMILY:
Father: Nightswath (dark gray tabby)
Mother: Flamefur (pale orange tabby)
Brother: Embertail (darker orange tabby)NPC
Ancestors/distant relatives: Nightstar, Stonetooth, Deerleap
Mate:>sub> Ferretwhisker
Kits:
[son]Jetpaw
[son]Marmotpaw
[daughter]Weaselpaw
Three children whose identities are unknown

RELATIONSHIPS:
apprentice | family | dead | uncertain | acquaintance | friend | bulletgreen: good friend | best friend | crush/attraction | mate | lust | discomfort | despise
[Shadowclan]
Embertail
Ferretwhisker "She's the first she-cat to ever show strong feelings toward me."
Ashgaze "I like her well enough, but I can't tell what she's thinking."
Scatterpaw "Scatterpaw is a good apprentice. If only she could stay focused."
Jetpaw "He's a great son! I can tell he's going to be fast and strong."
Marmotpaw "I feel more protective of Marmotpaw and Weaselpaw; they're so small, I have to make sure they stay safe."
Weaselpaw "She makes me think so much of her mother, and when she looks at me her eyes are full of wonder and admiration. I want to be as strong as she thinks I am."

[Windclan]
Coalgaze "He seems like an alright tom. Even though he's from a different clan I feel pretty comfortable around him."
Earthfang "I can see why Ferretwhisker is friends with her. I don't know her that well, but from what I can tell, she's very caring."

[Riverclan] none yet

[Thunderclan]

[Skyclan] none yet

ROLEPLAY INFORMATION:
Availability:
Chat Rp-✔
Note Rp-✔
Skype-x
Comment Rp x Rarely.

RP example:
Pitchfur narrowed his eyes at his brother. Why had Monarchstar put them on the same patrol? Everyone knew the brothers didn’t get along. Embertail was stomping through the territory, scaring off any chance of prey.
“It’s your fault we’re not catching anything, you know,” he growled.
Embertail glared at him, “That’s right, blame me.”
“I might as well, as often as you’re blaming me.”
The toms squared off for a moment, then turned in different directions. “I’ll catch more than you!” called Pitchfur over his shoulder.
“You can try!” Embertail called back.
The two headed off in opposite directions. This was the only way they ever worked together.

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Description
ask Pitchfur: Pitchfur RP tracker:
last edit: Feb 20, 2015
PHYSICAL INFO:
name: Pitchfur
age: 56 moons as of April 24,2014 | birthday: March 16, 2010 | starting age: 40 moons
gender: male
breed: american shorthair
clan: Shadowclan
rank: warrior

SEXUALITY INFO:
mated to Ferretwhisker
orientation: straight
note: Pitchfur is meant to be a realistic tom cat meaning he does not mind having more than one mate. (not a bunch obviously because that would be a problem with so many cats being related.) edit 1. Pitchfur has grown very close to Ferretwhisker; he's realized that the reason he was always so casual about being with more than one she-cat was because his female companions never felt that strongly about him. Ferretwhisker cares about him a lot, and has pledged herself solely to him, so he's had to reconsider a few things about himself.

PERSONALITY:
Blunt | Thoughtful | Quiet | Intense | Fierce

[Blunt] Pitchfur isn't one to sugar-coat his speech, but that doesn't necessarily make him a mean cat. His bluntness can even be helpful when someone is looking for the truth.

[Thoughtful] This tom is one who sits and broods for fair amounts of time. He's definitely what one would call a thinker before a fighter.

[Quiet] Pitchfur has never been one to talk a lot; he's never had much reason to.

[Intense] He's mostly just intense in battle. His sense of humor isn't too great also. When others laugh he just chuckles.

[Fierce] In battle Pitchfur is a hissing ball of rage. He tries to keep his cool but usually fails and just attacks the closest cat that isn't Shadowclan.

BRIEF BACKSTORY:
[kithood] Pitchkit was born alongside one brother: Emberkit(tail).(may be adopted. contact me if interested). From early on the kits were competitive, and could often be found tussling rather aggressively. Pitchkit resembled his father Nightswath while Emberkit looked more like their orange tabby mother.

[apprenticeship] (i've been meaning to incorporate this for a while but i hadn't gotten around to it) Pitchpaw's mentor was a pretty she-cat named Silversong. Pitchpaw was in awe of her beauty and experience. She was about two years older than him. Silversong was very kind to her apprentice, always complimenting him and murmuring sweet words. Even when he messed up, she never yelled. Pitchpaw assumed this was how all apprentices were treated. In training she would let her tail flow over his back to steady his stances, she would whisper encouragement in his ear. As his training continued, Silversong showered him with even more attention. Pitchpaw was conflicted. He liked the attention she gave him, but it also made him uncomfortable. Whenever he trained with other apprentices they gave him strange looks. Pitchpaw ignored them and didn't bother approaching Silversong about how she trained him. As he grew older, her touches and words ignited in him a new feeling. He found himself dreaming of the pretty she-cat, and when she would draw close to him his body would tingle all over. He never acted on these feelings, knowing they were inappropriate between mentor and apprentice. The young tom assumed he would eventually get over his feelings for Silversong. One day, near the end of his apprenticeship, Silversong rubbed his cheek in a strange way. She narrowed her eyes and said in a playful tone,"You've got to be the most oblivious tomcat I've ever known. Have you truly not noticed all my hints?" Pitchpaw stared at her, mouth slightly agape. "Well," she continued, "Once you become a warrior, I think we should have our own vigil."
Pitchpaw was a nervous wreck after that. He jumped whenever Silversong came around him. The way she had revealed her own desire for him didn't feel right, but the young tom was too overwhelmed by his little crush to give it much thought. He went through the last moon of his apprenticeship on pins and needles, slowly noticing how his brother began to disappear from the apprentice's den and becoming very tired.
Pitchpaw and Emberpaw were always competing as apprentices. It was a healthy competition though. After one of their Gatherings, Pitchpaw noticed Emberpaw being tired almost every day. He trudged through his duties and hardly seemed to have any energy to compete with Pitchpaw anymore. Near the end of their apprenticeship, the two brothers were in a battle between their clan and Windclan, and Pitchpaw killed a she-cat. He didn't feel good about it but moved on to his next opponent, until Emberpaw knocked into him violently. “You killed her!” he hissed. Pitchpaw was utterly confused, then pieced it together. His brother had loved the Windclanner! Emberpaw slashed him across the nose, leaving a scar. Pitchpaw was so bewildered he attacked his brother and tore his left ear in 2 places. Emberpaw hissed and then ran away from the battle. He would forever hold a grudge with Pitchpaw after that.

[warrior] Pitchfur shared his warrior ceremony with his brother after the battle with Windclan. No one was sure why the brothers were so cold toward one another. Pitchfur’s nose was still stinging as he sat for his vigil, back to his brother. Nowadays the two hardly speak. They shared some sympathetic silence when their parents passed from the elder’s den, but that was about as close as they got.
Pitchfur had not been a warrior for long when Silversong approached him again. She came to him in the night as he slept in the warrior's den, suggesting they go out for a walk in the territory. She led the way and he grew cautious as she led him out of camp away from the entrance, so they didn't pass the guard. He followed in tense silence, not sure at all what to say. Silversong finally turned to him, glimmering in the light of the moon. "Remember that vigil I mentioned?" She wove around his body and Pitchfur's whole body became taut. She must feel the same way I do. She loves me! He let his instincts take over and the two coupled more than once. The whole ordeal left Pitchfur feeling truly alive. Silversong's invitation and pleasure must have meant she wanted to be his mate. As they walked back to camp, Pitchfur thought she would want to walk beside him, but she walked ahead, just as she had when they had left camp. She was no closer to him than before. "Silversong..." he called ahead.
The tabby turned her head, "Yes?"
"Are we... do you love me?"
The she-cat stopped, sighing as she gave him her full attention. "I didn't think you would take it that way. Pitchfur, darling, we all have needs, and I chose you to satisfy those needs."
A tight feeling spread through his chest and to the rest of his body. It hurt, like a poison had been released to slowly devour him from the inside. If she had said that in coldness or in anger, he would have felt different, but she said with barely any emotion at all, like what she had done was no more unnatural than how the rain fell from clouds.
"I do care about you, but not that way," she finished.
He sat like a stone carving, nodding numbly. "I understand," he finally murmured.
The she-cat gave him a weak smile and turned away again, leaving him in the darkness of the night and his own thoughts. So that's what he was: an outlet for she-cats. That was natural. He'd heard of cats who changed mates from one season to the next, and of toms who were only concerned for passing on their genes. Pitchfur resolved himself to this role, hoping it would save him from any more heartache.
Much to his surprise, Silversong became pregnant and gave birth to three kits. She did not divulge the father to anyone, and Pitchfur was too hurt and embarrassed by his naivete to say anything either. He watched the kits grow from afar, never revealing he was their father.
Pitchfur had relations with a few other she-cats after that, knowing that all they wanted was to satisfy their carnal needs. It wasn't until he was around 4 years old that he began to talk with a young she-cat named Ferretwhisker. She would talk with him companionably, not wishing to gain anything from him other than his friendship. It was a new sensation for him. Pitchfur was a quiet and solitary cat, and therefore was not a strong friend to anyone. Ferretwhisker continued to converse with him, even asked to go out on walks with him through the territory. In turn, Pitchfur grew interested in her background as well. She grew to take up all his thoughts. At some point, he couldn't even pinpoint when, he realized he had fallen in love with her. The tom took some time to fully analyze his feelings for Ferretwhisker, but he knew this was different than his infatuation with Silversong. Ferretwhisker cared about him. He knew she did. He finally disclosed his feelings for her and she returned them wholeheartedly. Pitchfur was rejuvenated. He had grown to love someone again, even after great heartbreak, and she loved him just as deeply in return.
There was some surprise when Ferretwhisker became pregnant, but only because it caused them both a mix of fear and joy. Pitchfur doted on his mate through her whole pregnancy, proud that the clan could know he was the father of these unborn kits and that Ferretwhisker held no qualms about letting them know. He had felt jilted with the birth of Silversong's litter, feeling like he could not make his role known since she had kept it secret, but with the birth of this litter he wanted to run through the camp and yell his joy.
Pitchfur has a family with Ferretwhisker now and their kits have become apprentices. His pride in them, his mate, and himself, only increases with each passing day. holy crap that was a lot for me xD

FAMILY:
Father: Nightswath (dark gray tabby)
Mother: Flamefur (pale orange tabby)
Brother: Embertail (darker orange tabby)NPC
Ancestors/distant relatives: Nightstar, Stonetooth, Deerleap
Mate:>sub> Ferretwhisker
Kits:
[son]Jetpaw
[son]Marmotpaw
[daughter]Weaselpaw
Three children whose identities are unknown

RELATIONSHIPS:
apprentice | family | dead | uncertain | acquaintance | friend | bulletgreen: good friend | best friend | crush/attraction | mate | lust | discomfort | despise
[Shadowclan]
Embertail
Ferretwhisker "She's the first she-cat to ever show strong feelings toward me."
Ashgaze "I like her well enough, but I can't tell what she's thinking."
Scatterpaw "Scatterpaw is a good apprentice. If only she could stay focused."
Jetpaw "He's a great son! I can tell he's going to be fast and strong."
Marmotpaw "I feel more protective of Marmotpaw and Weaselpaw; they're so small, I have to make sure they stay safe."
Weaselpaw "She makes me think so much of her mother, and when she looks at me her eyes are full of wonder and admiration. I want to be as strong as she thinks I am."

[Windclan]
Coalgaze "He seems like an alright tom. Even though he's from a different clan I feel pretty comfortable around him."
Earthfang "I can see why Ferretwhisker is friends with her. I don't know her that well, but from what I can tell, she's very caring."

[Riverclan] none yet

[Thunderclan]

[Skyclan] none yet

ROLEPLAY INFORMATION:
Availability:
Chat Rp-✔
Note Rp-✔
Skype-x
Comment Rp x Rarely.

RP example:
Pitchfur narrowed his eyes at his brother. Why had Monarchstar put them on the same patrol? Everyone knew the brothers didn’t get along. Embertail was stomping through the territory, scaring off any chance of prey.
“It’s your fault we’re not catching anything, you know,” he growled.
Embertail glared at him, “That’s right, blame me.”
“I might as well, as often as you’re blaming me.”
The toms squared off for a moment, then turned in different directions. “I’ll catch more than you!” called Pitchfur over his shoulder.
“You can try!” Embertail called back.
The two headed off in opposite directions. This was the only way they ever worked together.

character and art(c)Lithestep