Smokewing | ThunderClan | TBT

Bᴀsɪᴄs

(Italic means unknown)

(Crossed out means deceased)

Sᴇɴsᴇ 

Smokewing is known to be quite distant and aggressive, causing some cats to steer clear of the tom. Though, through his sharp-tongue attitude, shows the hint of a fatherly warrior with the wise intentions of keeping the clan safe. He seems to not care, even with friends, until it comes down to actually protecting them. Vicious and protective, I suggest not harming his friends. If you become very close to him, you will see more emotions from him, and he will tell you what he keeps to himself most of the time. He secretly loves the intentions of a close friend, as he feels lonely in the clan.

Born into RiverClan, Troutkit was introduced into the world with his mother, Littlestream, and father, Jaggedrock, at his side. The small ashen-hued kit was the only one of the litter, leaving him with no siblings to play with. The small tom-kit proved to be quite the small leader, spending his time watching over the Nursery instead of playing with others, carefully making sure no intruders such as visiting fathers would harm anyone. Jaykit, a litter born a moon after he was, had been introduced to Troutkit by her mother. Skeptical of the small she-kit, he distanced himself from her until she proved worthy of his friendship. She seemed to copy him, sitting below the small rock he claimed as the watch rock and watching wherever he turned to look. Soon enough, the small kits became friends, fending off passing warriors in front of the Nursery and keeping themselves tight-knit friends.

As the two shared stories their parents told them, and how they can grow up and kill all the bad cats, the two kits prepared to settle in for the night before a ShadowClan patrol attacked the camp. The Queens, already curled up around their kits, had been unoticed of the alarm yowl from the distance. Both Jaykit and Troutkit began to hurriedly wake them up, warning them of the danger. In time for a ShadowClan warrior to enter the Nursery, two Queens were prepared on his sides as they flanked him, tackling the warrior. The two kittens huddled with the others in the corner, watching in surprise. In a long blur, it finally seemed to end as a victory yowl could be heard from the RiverClan leader. Excited by the victory, the kittens hurried out to see their victors, only to see Jaggedrock, Troutkit's father, limp in the middle of a circle of cats. Horror washed over the kitten, before Littlestream urged them back into the den.

The next day, the two kits were announced apprentices; Jaypaw and Troutpaw. The two were excited for their new jobs to be told. Ashentrail, a known warrior in the clan, had been assigned Troutpaw, flashing a grin to her new apprentice. The two worked hard, and he shared his lessons to Jaypaw as she told him her adventures, as well. Though, what Troutpaw realized, is that Jaypaw was being trained differently from him. Confused, he asked a fellow apprentice, Thornpaw, how his mentor trained him. At the conversation, he soon realized that Jaypaw wasn't being trained differently, HE was. The next day he questioned his mentor's lesson, telling her she was training him differently from the others. The gray she-cat leaned in and spoke. "Troutpaw, I'm not training you differently, I'm training you properly." and with that she urged him to go on with his training.

Soon enough, the apprentices met the day that they would become warriors, excited for this. The two tried hard to keep themselves at ease, wide-eyed and ready for their names. Jaypaw, now Jaysong, seemed to love her new name. As Troutpaw waited for his, the leader said that his name will be Troutsplash, for his amazing fishing skills compared to the others. The two sat vigil, eyeing each other as they tried to silently freak out with each other about their new names. The next day, their conversation never ended until Ashentrail demanded them to shut their traps. The two stayed close friends for many moons.

One night, Troutsplash worked up the courage to ask Jaysong the question he felt he should say. He asked her if she could be his mate, and the confusion then excitement on her face showed that she loved him back, saying yes. The two quickly bonded closer, sticking together like tree sap and fur. A few moons had passed before he heard the news that she was pregnant, causing the young warrior to rush around in joy, listening to her as she said she would need to move to the Nursery soon. The two went on a patrol for one last time before she had to move into the Nursery.

As they came to WindClan border, he couldnt help but stick next to her, asking many questions about what they would do when the kits were born. Though, they were suddenly interrupted by the sound of a snarl, a badger crashing through the brambles and at them. The cats quickly scrambled back, taken by surprise. Large claws slashed towards Troutsplash, making him finally come to and snarl back at the creature. A flash of silver fur caused the tom to stop, seeing Jaysong throwing herself against the flank of the badger. The badger turned and quickly lashed a large paw down onto the she-cat, causing her to crash into the ground with a yowl. As Troutsplash hissed and yowled, he threw himself against the badger, feeling it's hot breath against his neck as his claws were in a blur of fury, feeling blood seep through his  claws as the badger swiped claws down his ear, causing him to yelp in pain. The badger, finally slinking away in pain, left the scene. Troutsplash turned to Jaysong, smokey blue eyes widened in horror. It happened so quick. He leaned down with tears staining his cheeks, asking what he should do. The camp was so far away, and the pain she was in wouldn't hold if he dragged her back. Her flank tore open, she heaved for breath, but blood drained from her quickly. As her last request, she asked him to end her life, as she was suffering greatly. He denied but the look she gave him caused him to swallow the lump in his throat. She said it was her time, and he bowed his head slowly, tears falling onto her bloodstained silver fur. His fangs dug into her neck, biting down as she gagged, before going limp.

The sound of pawsteps made him flinch, finally letting go of her neck and watching her still frame, the warmth of her being sucked into the cold stone beneath them. The rest of the patrol arrived, looking around in horror of the scene. Troutsplash looked back slightly at them, not knowing what to do anymore, let alone to go. The thought of the clan staring at him, his mother, his mentor.. the ashen-hued tom turned and quickly bounded away, towards ThunderClan border. Deep within the territory, he struggled to clean himself let alone get something to eat from after this disaster. As moons passed, he made a new name for himself, wanting to get rid of his past. Smokey. Moons later did he finally get found by a ThunderClan patrol. He apologized for staying on the territory and offered to hunt back all the food he took, and as he began helping the clan, the leader seemed to slowly let in before offering him to stay here. Agreeing, because he had nothing left, the tom got his new name. Smokewing.