Post by (¨`Frozenslash´¨) on Dec 13, 2010 21:12:45 GMT -5
Name: Hummingkit, Hummingpaw, Hummingfur
Rank: Warrior
Clan: MoonClan
Age of Death: 21 moons
Gender: Tom
Looks:
Pelt
His pelt is an array of shades of brown, all around the same tone as a garnet. The fur is mostly a light brown, darkening to a fawn around his chest and neck. Also, on his chest there happens to be a small white marking. It is merely a marking, not similar to any kind of shape. As you move further down his body and onto his legs, you will find a darker brown is present. Throughout it, streaks of darker brown run down his back. They are spread without form, simply trickling down his pelt like rain. His pelt always appears dull in color, no matter the light condition. It is thought that too much evil resides in his heart, for his fur to ever take on any kind of shine.
Eyes
His eyes are not a specific color. They are a mixture between a green and gray. The green resides mostly in the innermost part of his eyes. They are like his soul, trapped so deep within, surrounded by the sparkling gray which fuels him. The green is most like emerald, yet with a hint of jade that flickers in and out depending on his mood. The gray is most similar to 'Slate gray'. It is relatively light, yet not anywhere near silver. They are different from his pelt, in the sense that they shine. They shine with malevolance and envy. They seem to bore into you, be able to feel all you do. On the very outsides, the eyes seem to fade gently into a Ceil blue, giving them a friendlier edge. However, the blue seems to be often hidden, and only appears when great triumph has reached him. It is almost as if the gray is trying to slowly consume it.
Other
He is on the small side and this seems to have made him all the more viscious. He has a habit of slouching, rather badly. Yet, when the occasion arises, he can draw himself up to look noble and even proud.. He has a relatively long body and a slight head. His head is normally tilted to the left, but this is purposeful. It gives him a great look of innocence and unknown. He keeps his head lowered, when he has company, but alone he has it mostly raised. He has a dead straight muzzle, ending in find whiskers tipped with fawn. His whiskers slope downwards, ending abruptly and even finer than at the top. His nose is a delicate honey color. His tail is long, yet thin. It has the same dark markings that are present on his pelt. It ends with a neat, fawn tip, very similar to his whiskers. His ears are rather pointy, yet narrow. They are a rather dark brown on the outside, yet fade to a light bronze around the edges and the inside. He has relatively thick fluff lining the insides of his ears that is closer to a creamy - fawn. His ears have the ability to be flicked and rotated with greater ease than usual for a cat.
Personality:
Positive Attributes
Hummingfur does not really have many positive qualities. In fact, these are more just his less worse NEGATIVE ones. He is independent. He holds a strange attitude; he does not expect anything from any other cat, yet he does not expect to have to give anything back. For instance; when he was in his clan, he did not want to have to hunt for other cats. He could not stand the thought of having to catch prey for OTHERS. Yet, he did not expect any cat to hunt or provide fresh - kill on the pile for him. He never looks back. The past to him, is pointless, meaning he will always forgive you. The future is all he cares about and it constantly fills his thoughts. He is not nosy in any sense, and prefers to be left alone, in return for leaving you alone. He is not your typically evil and insane cat. For justice or revenge, he only seeks to harm others in the exact way that they have harmed him. For example; another cat in battle has clawed Hummingfur's ears, so that they bleed. He will seek, firstly, to claw that cat's ears back in the exact same way that they did to him. This will satisfy his rage and desire for revenge. He is a strangely calm cat. He regards everyone with a strange expression, not of disgust, but more simply of curiousity or fascination. He feels that he knows things that they don't, but does not really spare the time to figure out, as he is too focused on the 'now'.
Negative Attributes
He seems to be a replica of five of the Seven Deadly Sins, except strangely, the last two; Gluttony and Lust. He feels no love and certainly does not care whether he eats or not. These five Sins bascially can explain all his behavior. His Pride is the motivator for his unwillingness to put himself at personal risk; that is, defend another cat, in battle or not. Also, through his refusal to be given an order, of any kind. His Envy is the reason he loves conflict. He enjoys seeing others suffer with it, the way he has over times in his life. Also, his Envy is shown in the way he feels about other cats' relationships; friends or mates or even mentors and apprentices. Because, deep down, Hummingfur is lonely. He Envy's any cat with a friend. His Wrath is the reason he feels so much desire for revenge, an unnecessary desire. Yet he does not completely show this sin, for he does not anger without reason. Only if a personal remark is made about himself, or some cat does something to irratate him. His Wrath also comes through in the sense that he is friendless and will get unreasonably angry about seeing cats having a good time together. His Sloth is the reason he cares only for the past. He does not care for the here and now, and why he does not bother to figure out what he feels he 'knows'. His Greed is shown through the way he cares nought for others, unless for personal gain.
He cares not for any cat and any show of affection will have an ulterior motive - his personal gain. He refuses to be told what to do by any cat. In fact, if you give him an order, he will most likely not do it to annoy you even more. He loves conflict. He feeds off it, delights in it. He can sense the beginnings of a fight or argument from miles away. He is never the starter or part of the conflict however. He is always on the outside, watching, laughing, like he enjoying a show. He is a bystander in certain ways. If it is not related to himself, he will simply watch, but if it involves him in any way, even if not directly he will jump in and defend himself with his life.
History:
First Moon
The moon, obviously, when Hummingkit was born. He was born in mid Leafbare; a risky time for kits to be born. He feels that this may have something to do with his cold heart. His mother had a somewhat unusual taste in names, and called all of her kits after some type of bird. Hummingkit had two sisters; Owlkit and Robinkit. Both were rather different to him and he never found that he shared the same kind of bond that was normal between siblings. He felt that he remembered more about this first moon of his life, then other cats and this was the beginning of his feelings of knowing.
Second Moon
Hummingkit had opened his eyes, at the near end of his second moon of life. His sisters had not, yet, and he felt smug about this for many moons to come. He tried to keep it unsuspecting to other cats, that he had, as he felt they would find this unusual. So, whenever any other cats were around, he would close his eyes, keeping them tight shut. He found the world fascinating, the first time his eyes opened. He let out a huge gasp and then quickly rolled away when his mother had noticed, but she never pressed the matter.
Third Moon
This was Hummingkit's favorite moon in his whole life. It is because of one main reason. For the only time in his life, other cats [ namely his sisters ] were happy to associate with him like a real kit. Also, his life was easy and full of just pure fun. He was old enough to only have to play; no chores or committment like a warrior has, but also he was old enough to be able to enjoy the full experience of doing pretty much what he wanted. He never had much of a desire for exploration, so he was rather content to sit around in his clans' camp all day.
Fourth Moon
Hummingkit suffered from white cough, like his mother, in his fourth moon. It did not really affect him that much, but he a new respect for Medicine cat’s arose in him after this incident. His mother was weakened afterwards and never fully recovered. This also had an influence over Hummingkit’s next choice; to become a medicine cat’s apprentice. Although he did not care for his mother much, he could not forget that she had relatively kind to him over his short life. During the next few moons of his life, he spent quite a bit of time around the medicine cat’s den, watching their work and trying to solve his internal battle.
Fifth Moon
After spending much time around the Medicine cats, Hummingkit started to get teased by the other kits in his Clan. Often, they would catch him when he was on his own, and verbally abuse him, calling him weak and useless for not wanting to become a warrior. At first, Hummingkit scoffed their taunts and thought not much of it. But, as time passed over the moon, it started to be the constant source of his thoughts. His manner became gradually more withdrawn and he became unbelievably filled with self-doubt. His sisters, Owlkit, in particular, tried to make him believe in himself again, but their attempts proved pointless.
Sixth Moon
By the time Hummingkit finally reached the moon where he would be apprenticed, his mind was made up. He was to become a warrior. Driven slowly insane, mostly from his own thoughts, he was filled with a desperate urge to make the teasing stop. He felt no excitement during his ceremony, only a strange mixture of regret and relief. He was happy with his mentor, Smoketail, but at that time in his life, he would have been happy with any cat. It was at that time that he gained the sin of Envy; thorough his intense longing to learn the ways of a Medicine cat, that he felt forced to abandon.
Seventh Moon
Hummingkit, now Hummingpaw, discovered his love for fighting. Unlike hunting, which he was reasonably good at, but nothing special, hunting was something he excelled at. For the first time, he completely outdid his fellow apprentices. However, these cats did not take this well and instead, tried to isolate him during the training sessions, in the hope that he would start to lose his newfound skills. But by this time, Hummingpaw was stronger [ in terms of his emotions ] and this feeling of solitude and rejection no longer phased him. Instead, he focused on his fighting sills and he felt as if he had a new purpose in his life which was otherwize rather miserable.
Eighth Moon
Owlpaw became sick. Hummingpaw felt blank and numb. The sickness was making his sister feel so much pain. He had overheard the medicine cat talking to his leader; the outcome was bd. She would most likely not survive until the end of Newleaf. He confronted the medicine cat, but she lied to him, only out of protection for him. She told him that Owlpaw had Whitecough, when he knew in fact that she had Greencough. He felt the beginnings of Wrath start to appear, stirring deep within his soul. So many lies and secrets and hard times were overcoming him. Was there any point continuing on, was the question he constantly asked himself.
Ninth Moon
The Wrath hit him full on, as Owlpaw died after a fairly short and
difficult battle with the disease. He felt lost and alone, constantly; no cat could change this feeling, not that they really tried.. He did not sit vigil for her. That was just impossible for him. Instead, he had a private sitting with her, a little while after, when he finally came to his senses. He told her all he felt, even though he did not even know if she could hear him. There was a small, rising doubt in him, that his sister had even gone to a better place [ namely, StarClan ] as she had not bothered to contact him in his dreams. He would associate with no cat, even his mentor was left in the dark as to what was bothering him so much.
Tenth Moon
The Wrath continued to plague him, making him snap out at other cats. He began to lose focus in his training, and his fighting skills went rapidly downhill. His mentor suggested that he simply stop training for a while, and Hummingpaw eventually agreed. But he insisted for only a moon. He knew it wasn’t the smartest decision; he thought it would be best to continue life as normal, but instead it was one of the only positive choices in his life. The moon off all apprentice duties, helped clear his mind and made him stronger. The Wrath seemed to fade away, instead leaving that instense longing of Envy, that made him sure that some dark force was taking everything he loved away from him.
Eleventh Moon
He started his duties again. He found he was still rather at the same level as the other apprentices in his Clan. For some reason, they seemed to be more tolerant of him, grudgingly including him in what they did. Instead of liking this, he found it annoying and one of the apprentices in particular, too persistent. You see, by this time, Hummingpaw only really liked his own company and thoughts. His other sister, *name*, he never really shared a bond with, so that it almost felt like he had no family whatsoever. He felt as if he was nearly ready to be a warrior, but he knew that he would have to train for a few moons longer, yet.
Twelfth Moon
Most of the other apprentices became warriors, all but one other, who still needed some more practise hunting; like him. He began to find himself spending a little time with her, and was annoyed with himself for this. Like he had thought for the previous moon or so, he only wanted his own company. The next time he passed his test. Only just, but it was good enough. He actually lowered himself enough, to pass on a few tips he had picked up to the other apprentice. She did not take it well, and thought his ulterior motive was to drop hints that she was no good at fighting.
Thirteenth Moon
Finally, it was time for his warrior ceremony. He was named Hummingfur, which he was a little put out with, as he thought of the suffix ‘fur’ as rather common. He was hoping for Hummingwing or Hummingflight.. However, he did not complain for he was so thoroughly pleased to become a full warrior and fight other cats in proper battles. He became bloodthirsty and the Greed for more fighting, all the time took him over. So, he developed the sin of Greed. Other senior warriors were aware of this. They saw how much he had changed, although they did not let it on to the young warrior. They saw that his intense loss for his sister was fading rather fast, and they wondered constantly if this change of emotion would be for the better or the worse..
Fourteenth Moon
This was the quietest moon since Hummingfur was only three moons old. Nothing really happened. Hummingfur did not acquire any more of the Seven Deadly Sins, and for once the two that he already had seemed to be buried deep within his soul, keeping out of his life and not influencing his emotions. He did notice that his remaining sister was starting to spend quite a lot of time with the current deputy. He did not think too much of this, as there wasn’t really anything to suspicious about a warrior talking with the deputy. Instead kept a quiet eye on her, trying to find out what she was up to in a reserved manner.
Fifteenth Moon
He found why his sister was talking to the current deputy so much. The leader planned for Hummingfur to become the deputy, as he was becoming older now. He knew he didn’t want to, but he felt bad rejecting his leader, especially as he had given him the honor of a future chance to lead these cats. But he knew it wasn’t his place to; not with all the sins he harboured. So, he began planning a subtle way to reject the offer and at last the perfect plan came to him; he would make his sister become the deputy instead.
Sixteenth Moon
Hummingfur began to put his plan into action. He kept asking his sister to do little jobs here and there, which he knew would influence her chances of becoming the deputy. Naturally he didn’t let on that he was behind these decisions. He noted a change in how the leader acted as he talked much to the current deputy and Hummingfur spotted them watching her. He seemed to be focusing more on her and Hummingfur always felt a great sense of satisfaction, no doubt to the sins that plagued him. He knew it wouldn’t be long now and sure enough his thoughts proved correct.
Eighteenth Moon
He became battle – crazed. With a combination of the sins that plagued him, along with the fact that he had given up a job of power, which he actually would have adored to have. He trained furiously; confusing all cats around him, for they had never seen this powerful side to him before. Every battle, he would volunteer to go, and strangely enough, he was always accepted. The leader at the time really just wanted cats who were decent fighters to be involved with any battles; he cared not for making peace with other clans. Thus the life of Hummingfur and even the clan mates around him, changed drastically.
Nineteenth Moon
He killed his first cat in battle. It was just a young, she – cat warrior from a neighboring clan, but it marked the start of something dark.. and changed Hummingfur’s outlook of life forever. From that point onwards, he was driven to kill. Merely causing harm and wounds was not enough for him. He had to kill; to finish the job properly. He was becoming more solitary, also. Other cats always avoided him; only out of fear. No cat particularly hated him, just.. left him well alone, probably out of fear of being attacked. He didn’t care though. In fact, he liked it.. a lot..
Twentieth Moon
By this time in his life, he had killed many, many cats. He clan could no longer turn a blind eye to it, therefore restricted him in the amount of fights he could participate in. At that time, there was a numerous amount. But this decision, although it may have seemed obvious and correct, was actually worse for Hummingfur himself. This was because he NEEDED to fight.. to kill. It was the only real thing that let him vent all his fury, protecting his clan from the amazing wrath that threatened to overflow, so many times. Driven to the point of insanity, Hummingfur did the unthinkable.
Twenty - first Moon
Hummingfur fought his last battle in this moon. He knew it all along; this was his moment to die. He felt it before he had the fight, he wasn’t sure how.. perhaps some other – wordly presence was informing him. But not matter who or what it was, it was correct. He died in this fight, battling proudly until the last breath was drawn from him. He didn’t know the cat personally, only that he had been wanting to stop Hummingfur for a long time. The cat was from his own clan. He couldn’t believe it when he was killed, despite the ‘knowing’ sense. He didn’t want to die, but there was no stopping it; despite all the sins he harboured, the solitude he had, he still lost and fell to his death.
Rank: Warrior
Clan: MoonClan
Age of Death: 21 moons
Gender: Tom
Looks:
Pelt
His pelt is an array of shades of brown, all around the same tone as a garnet. The fur is mostly a light brown, darkening to a fawn around his chest and neck. Also, on his chest there happens to be a small white marking. It is merely a marking, not similar to any kind of shape. As you move further down his body and onto his legs, you will find a darker brown is present. Throughout it, streaks of darker brown run down his back. They are spread without form, simply trickling down his pelt like rain. His pelt always appears dull in color, no matter the light condition. It is thought that too much evil resides in his heart, for his fur to ever take on any kind of shine.
Eyes
His eyes are not a specific color. They are a mixture between a green and gray. The green resides mostly in the innermost part of his eyes. They are like his soul, trapped so deep within, surrounded by the sparkling gray which fuels him. The green is most like emerald, yet with a hint of jade that flickers in and out depending on his mood. The gray is most similar to 'Slate gray'. It is relatively light, yet not anywhere near silver. They are different from his pelt, in the sense that they shine. They shine with malevolance and envy. They seem to bore into you, be able to feel all you do. On the very outsides, the eyes seem to fade gently into a Ceil blue, giving them a friendlier edge. However, the blue seems to be often hidden, and only appears when great triumph has reached him. It is almost as if the gray is trying to slowly consume it.
Other
He is on the small side and this seems to have made him all the more viscious. He has a habit of slouching, rather badly. Yet, when the occasion arises, he can draw himself up to look noble and even proud.. He has a relatively long body and a slight head. His head is normally tilted to the left, but this is purposeful. It gives him a great look of innocence and unknown. He keeps his head lowered, when he has company, but alone he has it mostly raised. He has a dead straight muzzle, ending in find whiskers tipped with fawn. His whiskers slope downwards, ending abruptly and even finer than at the top. His nose is a delicate honey color. His tail is long, yet thin. It has the same dark markings that are present on his pelt. It ends with a neat, fawn tip, very similar to his whiskers. His ears are rather pointy, yet narrow. They are a rather dark brown on the outside, yet fade to a light bronze around the edges and the inside. He has relatively thick fluff lining the insides of his ears that is closer to a creamy - fawn. His ears have the ability to be flicked and rotated with greater ease than usual for a cat.
Personality:
Positive Attributes
Hummingfur does not really have many positive qualities. In fact, these are more just his less worse NEGATIVE ones. He is independent. He holds a strange attitude; he does not expect anything from any other cat, yet he does not expect to have to give anything back. For instance; when he was in his clan, he did not want to have to hunt for other cats. He could not stand the thought of having to catch prey for OTHERS. Yet, he did not expect any cat to hunt or provide fresh - kill on the pile for him. He never looks back. The past to him, is pointless, meaning he will always forgive you. The future is all he cares about and it constantly fills his thoughts. He is not nosy in any sense, and prefers to be left alone, in return for leaving you alone. He is not your typically evil and insane cat. For justice or revenge, he only seeks to harm others in the exact way that they have harmed him. For example; another cat in battle has clawed Hummingfur's ears, so that they bleed. He will seek, firstly, to claw that cat's ears back in the exact same way that they did to him. This will satisfy his rage and desire for revenge. He is a strangely calm cat. He regards everyone with a strange expression, not of disgust, but more simply of curiousity or fascination. He feels that he knows things that they don't, but does not really spare the time to figure out, as he is too focused on the 'now'.
Negative Attributes
He seems to be a replica of five of the Seven Deadly Sins, except strangely, the last two; Gluttony and Lust. He feels no love and certainly does not care whether he eats or not. These five Sins bascially can explain all his behavior. His Pride is the motivator for his unwillingness to put himself at personal risk; that is, defend another cat, in battle or not. Also, through his refusal to be given an order, of any kind. His Envy is the reason he loves conflict. He enjoys seeing others suffer with it, the way he has over times in his life. Also, his Envy is shown in the way he feels about other cats' relationships; friends or mates or even mentors and apprentices. Because, deep down, Hummingfur is lonely. He Envy's any cat with a friend. His Wrath is the reason he feels so much desire for revenge, an unnecessary desire. Yet he does not completely show this sin, for he does not anger without reason. Only if a personal remark is made about himself, or some cat does something to irratate him. His Wrath also comes through in the sense that he is friendless and will get unreasonably angry about seeing cats having a good time together. His Sloth is the reason he cares only for the past. He does not care for the here and now, and why he does not bother to figure out what he feels he 'knows'. His Greed is shown through the way he cares nought for others, unless for personal gain.
He cares not for any cat and any show of affection will have an ulterior motive - his personal gain. He refuses to be told what to do by any cat. In fact, if you give him an order, he will most likely not do it to annoy you even more. He loves conflict. He feeds off it, delights in it. He can sense the beginnings of a fight or argument from miles away. He is never the starter or part of the conflict however. He is always on the outside, watching, laughing, like he enjoying a show. He is a bystander in certain ways. If it is not related to himself, he will simply watch, but if it involves him in any way, even if not directly he will jump in and defend himself with his life.
History:
First Moon
The moon, obviously, when Hummingkit was born. He was born in mid Leafbare; a risky time for kits to be born. He feels that this may have something to do with his cold heart. His mother had a somewhat unusual taste in names, and called all of her kits after some type of bird. Hummingkit had two sisters; Owlkit and Robinkit. Both were rather different to him and he never found that he shared the same kind of bond that was normal between siblings. He felt that he remembered more about this first moon of his life, then other cats and this was the beginning of his feelings of knowing.
Second Moon
Hummingkit had opened his eyes, at the near end of his second moon of life. His sisters had not, yet, and he felt smug about this for many moons to come. He tried to keep it unsuspecting to other cats, that he had, as he felt they would find this unusual. So, whenever any other cats were around, he would close his eyes, keeping them tight shut. He found the world fascinating, the first time his eyes opened. He let out a huge gasp and then quickly rolled away when his mother had noticed, but she never pressed the matter.
Third Moon
This was Hummingkit's favorite moon in his whole life. It is because of one main reason. For the only time in his life, other cats [ namely his sisters ] were happy to associate with him like a real kit. Also, his life was easy and full of just pure fun. He was old enough to only have to play; no chores or committment like a warrior has, but also he was old enough to be able to enjoy the full experience of doing pretty much what he wanted. He never had much of a desire for exploration, so he was rather content to sit around in his clans' camp all day.
Fourth Moon
Hummingkit suffered from white cough, like his mother, in his fourth moon. It did not really affect him that much, but he a new respect for Medicine cat’s arose in him after this incident. His mother was weakened afterwards and never fully recovered. This also had an influence over Hummingkit’s next choice; to become a medicine cat’s apprentice. Although he did not care for his mother much, he could not forget that she had relatively kind to him over his short life. During the next few moons of his life, he spent quite a bit of time around the medicine cat’s den, watching their work and trying to solve his internal battle.
Fifth Moon
After spending much time around the Medicine cats, Hummingkit started to get teased by the other kits in his Clan. Often, they would catch him when he was on his own, and verbally abuse him, calling him weak and useless for not wanting to become a warrior. At first, Hummingkit scoffed their taunts and thought not much of it. But, as time passed over the moon, it started to be the constant source of his thoughts. His manner became gradually more withdrawn and he became unbelievably filled with self-doubt. His sisters, Owlkit, in particular, tried to make him believe in himself again, but their attempts proved pointless.
Sixth Moon
By the time Hummingkit finally reached the moon where he would be apprenticed, his mind was made up. He was to become a warrior. Driven slowly insane, mostly from his own thoughts, he was filled with a desperate urge to make the teasing stop. He felt no excitement during his ceremony, only a strange mixture of regret and relief. He was happy with his mentor, Smoketail, but at that time in his life, he would have been happy with any cat. It was at that time that he gained the sin of Envy; thorough his intense longing to learn the ways of a Medicine cat, that he felt forced to abandon.
Seventh Moon
Hummingkit, now Hummingpaw, discovered his love for fighting. Unlike hunting, which he was reasonably good at, but nothing special, hunting was something he excelled at. For the first time, he completely outdid his fellow apprentices. However, these cats did not take this well and instead, tried to isolate him during the training sessions, in the hope that he would start to lose his newfound skills. But by this time, Hummingpaw was stronger [ in terms of his emotions ] and this feeling of solitude and rejection no longer phased him. Instead, he focused on his fighting sills and he felt as if he had a new purpose in his life which was otherwize rather miserable.
Eighth Moon
Owlpaw became sick. Hummingpaw felt blank and numb. The sickness was making his sister feel so much pain. He had overheard the medicine cat talking to his leader; the outcome was bd. She would most likely not survive until the end of Newleaf. He confronted the medicine cat, but she lied to him, only out of protection for him. She told him that Owlpaw had Whitecough, when he knew in fact that she had Greencough. He felt the beginnings of Wrath start to appear, stirring deep within his soul. So many lies and secrets and hard times were overcoming him. Was there any point continuing on, was the question he constantly asked himself.
Ninth Moon
The Wrath hit him full on, as Owlpaw died after a fairly short and
difficult battle with the disease. He felt lost and alone, constantly; no cat could change this feeling, not that they really tried.. He did not sit vigil for her. That was just impossible for him. Instead, he had a private sitting with her, a little while after, when he finally came to his senses. He told her all he felt, even though he did not even know if she could hear him. There was a small, rising doubt in him, that his sister had even gone to a better place [ namely, StarClan ] as she had not bothered to contact him in his dreams. He would associate with no cat, even his mentor was left in the dark as to what was bothering him so much.
Tenth Moon
The Wrath continued to plague him, making him snap out at other cats. He began to lose focus in his training, and his fighting skills went rapidly downhill. His mentor suggested that he simply stop training for a while, and Hummingpaw eventually agreed. But he insisted for only a moon. He knew it wasn’t the smartest decision; he thought it would be best to continue life as normal, but instead it was one of the only positive choices in his life. The moon off all apprentice duties, helped clear his mind and made him stronger. The Wrath seemed to fade away, instead leaving that instense longing of Envy, that made him sure that some dark force was taking everything he loved away from him.
Eleventh Moon
He started his duties again. He found he was still rather at the same level as the other apprentices in his Clan. For some reason, they seemed to be more tolerant of him, grudgingly including him in what they did. Instead of liking this, he found it annoying and one of the apprentices in particular, too persistent. You see, by this time, Hummingpaw only really liked his own company and thoughts. His other sister, *name*, he never really shared a bond with, so that it almost felt like he had no family whatsoever. He felt as if he was nearly ready to be a warrior, but he knew that he would have to train for a few moons longer, yet.
Twelfth Moon
Most of the other apprentices became warriors, all but one other, who still needed some more practise hunting; like him. He began to find himself spending a little time with her, and was annoyed with himself for this. Like he had thought for the previous moon or so, he only wanted his own company. The next time he passed his test. Only just, but it was good enough. He actually lowered himself enough, to pass on a few tips he had picked up to the other apprentice. She did not take it well, and thought his ulterior motive was to drop hints that she was no good at fighting.
Thirteenth Moon
Finally, it was time for his warrior ceremony. He was named Hummingfur, which he was a little put out with, as he thought of the suffix ‘fur’ as rather common. He was hoping for Hummingwing or Hummingflight.. However, he did not complain for he was so thoroughly pleased to become a full warrior and fight other cats in proper battles. He became bloodthirsty and the Greed for more fighting, all the time took him over. So, he developed the sin of Greed. Other senior warriors were aware of this. They saw how much he had changed, although they did not let it on to the young warrior. They saw that his intense loss for his sister was fading rather fast, and they wondered constantly if this change of emotion would be for the better or the worse..
Fourteenth Moon
This was the quietest moon since Hummingfur was only three moons old. Nothing really happened. Hummingfur did not acquire any more of the Seven Deadly Sins, and for once the two that he already had seemed to be buried deep within his soul, keeping out of his life and not influencing his emotions. He did notice that his remaining sister was starting to spend quite a lot of time with the current deputy. He did not think too much of this, as there wasn’t really anything to suspicious about a warrior talking with the deputy. Instead kept a quiet eye on her, trying to find out what she was up to in a reserved manner.
Fifteenth Moon
He found why his sister was talking to the current deputy so much. The leader planned for Hummingfur to become the deputy, as he was becoming older now. He knew he didn’t want to, but he felt bad rejecting his leader, especially as he had given him the honor of a future chance to lead these cats. But he knew it wasn’t his place to; not with all the sins he harboured. So, he began planning a subtle way to reject the offer and at last the perfect plan came to him; he would make his sister become the deputy instead.
Sixteenth Moon
Hummingfur began to put his plan into action. He kept asking his sister to do little jobs here and there, which he knew would influence her chances of becoming the deputy. Naturally he didn’t let on that he was behind these decisions. He noted a change in how the leader acted as he talked much to the current deputy and Hummingfur spotted them watching her. He seemed to be focusing more on her and Hummingfur always felt a great sense of satisfaction, no doubt to the sins that plagued him. He knew it wouldn’t be long now and sure enough his thoughts proved correct.
Eighteenth Moon
He became battle – crazed. With a combination of the sins that plagued him, along with the fact that he had given up a job of power, which he actually would have adored to have. He trained furiously; confusing all cats around him, for they had never seen this powerful side to him before. Every battle, he would volunteer to go, and strangely enough, he was always accepted. The leader at the time really just wanted cats who were decent fighters to be involved with any battles; he cared not for making peace with other clans. Thus the life of Hummingfur and even the clan mates around him, changed drastically.
Nineteenth Moon
He killed his first cat in battle. It was just a young, she – cat warrior from a neighboring clan, but it marked the start of something dark.. and changed Hummingfur’s outlook of life forever. From that point onwards, he was driven to kill. Merely causing harm and wounds was not enough for him. He had to kill; to finish the job properly. He was becoming more solitary, also. Other cats always avoided him; only out of fear. No cat particularly hated him, just.. left him well alone, probably out of fear of being attacked. He didn’t care though. In fact, he liked it.. a lot..
Twentieth Moon
By this time in his life, he had killed many, many cats. He clan could no longer turn a blind eye to it, therefore restricted him in the amount of fights he could participate in. At that time, there was a numerous amount. But this decision, although it may have seemed obvious and correct, was actually worse for Hummingfur himself. This was because he NEEDED to fight.. to kill. It was the only real thing that let him vent all his fury, protecting his clan from the amazing wrath that threatened to overflow, so many times. Driven to the point of insanity, Hummingfur did the unthinkable.
Twenty - first Moon
Hummingfur fought his last battle in this moon. He knew it all along; this was his moment to die. He felt it before he had the fight, he wasn’t sure how.. perhaps some other – wordly presence was informing him. But not matter who or what it was, it was correct. He died in this fight, battling proudly until the last breath was drawn from him. He didn’t know the cat personally, only that he had been wanting to stop Hummingfur for a long time. The cat was from his own clan. He couldn’t believe it when he was killed, despite the ‘knowing’ sense. He didn’t want to die, but there was no stopping it; despite all the sins he harboured, the solitude he had, he still lost and fell to his death.