Thymefury, Warrior - CC

[Thymefury]

Name of Warrior: Thymefury
Age of Warrior: 28 moons
Clan of Warrior: CloudClan
Apprentice of Warrior:
Gender of Warrior: Male

Appearance: Thymefury is small for his age, but his thick fur seems to size him up. He has a finely shaped triangular head, and very pointed ears. His tail is long, and his fur is medium-length, and thick. His amber eyes usually sparkle with life. Thymefury's pelt is a beautiful golden color. Around his neck, eyes, nose, and mouth, the golden fur is streaked with creamy white. Along the back of his ears, the gold fades into a russet brown sort of color. He has darker tabby marks along his forehead, though no tabby streaks show up anywhere else on his coat.

Personality: Thymefury is for the most part, brave. Although insecure about his own abilities he will try his best in most occurrences. He is ambitious, but not in the 'murderous' way. He's earned the respect of his fellow clan mates. Thymefury is the ideal 'perfect warrior'. Kind to his clan mates, respectful to his leader. Truthful, and just generally fun to be around. He's interested in the progress of all his clan mates, especially the kits. Thymefury enjoys spending time in CloudClan's nursery, playing with the kits, though he has none of his own.
But he has private doubts.
Thymefury is still nervous about many things. He has a secret fear of loss of memory. Thymefury has no idea where this idea originated from, but whenever he runs into battle beside his clan, his heart races uncomfortably, and he panics, afraid that he's forgotten the most basic battle moves.
Of course, Thymefury never actually forgets, but his secret panic attacks do nothing to reassure him.

History: Thymefury comes from the usual litter of kittens, two to three. Being born the middle kit, he was tied between being spoiled and being neglected. His mother adored his older brother and worried for his younger sister. He often followed her older brother Blackkit in a solemn silence, happy when he played with him and disheartened when he didn't want to. Even though he was still a kit, he took it upon himself to be responsible for his younger sister Softkit. Being the tiniest of the litter, Thymefury kept a gentle eye on her and, even though Softkit could be a bore, grew very fond of his little sister. However it all went into a tragedy one stormy night.

One of the rivers nearby had flooded far too high during a storm, almost flooding the entire camp which the clan had to evacuate. Alarmed and separated from his mother and siblings, Thymefury had been caught in one of the currents. Desperate and wailing, one of the warriors soon heard his cries and swam through the harsh bawling storm and rescued him, bringing him to safety. Saved but anxious, Thymefury pleaded with his savior to find her mother and litter mates. He was heartbroken when her savior can back empty handed. His mother and siblings were never seen again.

After Thymefury lost his beloved kin, a queen by the name of Callalily suckled him, alongside her other kit, Swirlkit. Swirlkit was two moons younger than Thymefury, and grew up thinking that he was her brother. He cared for Swirlkit as he had cared for Softkit, watching out for her, and playing with her. But Swirlkit was weaker than other kits her age. When the chills of leaf-bare rolled in, she became sick with a terrible case of greencough.
Thymefury can still remember sneaking past the CloudClan medicine cat, to see his ill friend.
Soon after, Swirlkit passed away in the night. She had been too weak to deal with the sickness, but Thymefury will always remember her.
Callalily now cared for Thymefury, as her single foster-kit. She loved him like he was her own son, making him feel like he belonged.
They helped soothe each others pain. Thymefury's pain for his lost siblings and mother. Callalily's pain for her lost kit.

Thymefury was apprenticed at six moons, his mentor was named Searedheart.
Searedheart was not only an excellent mentor, but a good friend as well. Someone that Thymefury could always confide in.
One morning, when Thymepaw [ fury ] woke up, he noticed that his mentor wasn't in camp. Thymefury was a little put out, he had been looking forward to learning more fighting moves today. Because his mentor was out, Thymefury didn't know what to do. He thought that he could gain a little more praise by taking care of the elders for the morning.
After he had fed the elders, cleaned out their old bedding, and even searched their pelts for ticks, it was almost sunhigh. Thymefury sat near the entrance to camp, waiting for his mentor.
When Searedheart didn't come back with the dawn patrol, Thymefury began to worry.

The sun was sinking lower in the sky, casting bright red rays across CloudClan's camp. It was mealtime, and rumors about Searedheart were flying from feline to feline. But Searedheart wasn't the only cat missing...
Callalily was gone as well.
Thymefury waited and waited, but they didn't appear. He kept a silent vigil at the entrance to camp, praying that they would reappear.
They never did.

Thymefury now carried the burden of 6 lost loved ones. He sulked around camp for quite some time, and when it became obvious that his mentor and his foster-mother would never return, was given a new mentor by the name of Swiftstorm

Swiftstorm was nothing like Searedheart. He was an older warrior, stricter, and with no love of fun. Thymefury spent the last two moons of his warrior training with Swiftstorm, his training silently disturbed by his loss.
But Thymefury didn't dare let Swiftstorm know that he still felt the pain of all the death and disappearances.

Thymefury had no real apprentice friends. He didn't run about getting in trouble with certain cats, and he had no preferences when it came to which apprentices he went on patrol with.
Finally, the time came for Thymefury to get his warrior name. He was with one other apprentice when he received it, and together, they sat vigil in the center of camp.
But not even an event as exciting as this made him forget his six lost friends.
The newly named Thymefury closed his eyes, imagining his mothers words of praise at his accomplishment.
He knew that his brother and sister would both be here with him today, if they had survived the floods.
He could see clearly, vividly in his mind, Swirlkit. She would still be an apprentice, but she was always brave and kind, though not strong enough.
He imagined Callalily, looking down upon him from the stars, her kind words to the kit she had loved as her own.
And Searedheart. The memory of his former mentor stung him like a thousand nettles, but he knew that his lost mentor would be proud to see him finally reach this day.
A smile crossed his face for the first time in moons. Thymefury knew that the loss of these six cats had made him stronger. Strong enough to serve his Clan for many moons to come.