Written in the Stars

⌘︎Greyears⌘︎

One line Description: old, large, grey tabby tomcat with brown eyes

Descriptive Appearance: greyears, despite his age, is a particularly large cat. during the prime days of his youth, he had a silky pelt rippling with muscle and fat, which considering his status as a loner fending for himself even during the sick and cold seasons, was an impressive feat. with his advanced age and moons spent relaxing as an elder, his muscle has since deteriorated and been replaced with that of lazy fat. his pelt is now dull and raggedy, often the prime feasting grounds of fleas. and speaking of fur, as his name suggests, is a mixture of light and dark greys. the dark tabby stripes trace his worn down body, while bits of white accompany and travel down his nose and muzzle, belly, and the tips of his toes. he is nothing too exciting to look at. if anything, he just looks angry. twelve out of ten times you look at greyears, he has a heavy scowl, flashing tail, and irritation deep in his glaring brown eyes. its not common to see him moving, seeing as due to his age and rough upbringing, the tom has developed arthritis over last few seasons, making moving painful and tiring for him. 

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Brief Personality: grumpy, easily irritated, impatient, and unreasonably paranoid

Descriptive personality: greyears is old and senile. that in itself sums him up. 

at his old age, he is extremely, extremely lazy and irritable. instead of working, all that he wants to do is lay in the warmth of the sun and snooze. he believes that this is not something that should be shocking to anybody, and something that should be extremely easy to respect. all that you have to do is just leave him alone. however, a sleeping cat unaware of the world around him always seems to be the perfect playground for kits to play on, to which the tomcat despises above all other inconveniences. he absolutely hates kits, and sometimes even goes out of his way to snap at them and spit ill will at their feet. even in his loner life he felt this way, which is half of the reason why he had never had children of his own. the other reason is that he's gay. half of the reason that he's gay is because he hates kits. it's one huge circle. kits are not the only harbor of hate, however; he also holds the same distaste to young and rowdy apprentices, and even warriors. essentially, anybody who wakes him up is eligible to be reamed... one had best hope that they had good enough reason to be doing so, which is essentially only in dire emergency such as fire or flood. 

as noted, greyears has developed arthritis due to his old age, and finds it extremely difficult and painful to move. most mornings he leaves his den to sun, and returns to his den when the sun stops providing it's warmth to him. very little does he frequent any dens other than his own. he does not even sit with the rest of the clan during their meetings, but instead listens from his current spot or ignores them completely; clan politics are of no interest to him anymore. along with not moving, greyears tends to rely on other cats even fetching his food for him off of the kill pile. by this, i mean him ridiculing and complaining to everybody in particular until somebody gets the hint and gives the tomcat the satisfaction, well hidden in grumpy mutterings and heavy glares. some cats may even go out of their way to bring him food even before he starts complaining, just to shut him up before he starts. 

as stated, greyears is somewhat senile from his age, and sometimes believes that the clan is out to kill him. that they just want him to hurry up and die (they probably do), and his evidence to prove this is late meals, the 'lack of sleep' he gets, kit ambushes, thorns and debris in his nest, the lack of attention to caring about his fleas and ticks that he can't (and can) reach, and so on. he often voices these concerns quite clearly, but making sure to let everybody know that he is not going anywhere anytime soon. that he is too stubborn to make them miserable to die. 

despite his rugged edges, greyears does have a bit of heart deep down in him. rarely, he can tolerate a single kit who approaches him but doesn't cause too much issue and treats him with surprising respect. however, he is extremely unforgiving to all cats, and if these rare kits were to mess up and do almost anything to severely frustrate him, greyears will 'revoke' that borderline of respect. in addition, he does have a soft spot for his sister, tulipwish. while she too is not even safe from his snide comments and angered ramblings and direct criticisms, he holds her very dear and close to his miserable heart. surely if anything were to happen to her, he might not be able to find himself with the strength to move on. while he does claim it to be stubborn refusal to die just to annoy his clan, those that truly pay attention may notice that he may just be hanging on through moons of hunger and illness for her. however, despite the reconnection of his sister, greyears still carried with him an avid hatred for kittypets and twolegs, finding them to be weak, lazy, and incapable of taking care of themselves. he often uses them as an insult to those he is angry at. 

 

Parents: unspecified couple
Siblings: tulipwish (sister), unnamed cat (deceased)
Kits: n/a
Descriptive History: greyears was born as a loner under the name of dorian. he was one of three kits, who were tulip and (name).  growing up, the three of them remained very close and traveled together. however, one fateful day, things turned sour for the three of them. (name) was killed by a wolf, which resulted in both him and tulip being filled with the drive to keep each other safe, but still overcome with grief which kept dorian from thinking logically and making understanding decisions for her. as tulip began to frequent the twolegplace more and more, dorin began to snap at and ridicule her because of it.  the two siblings ended up getting into a huge arguement, which resulted in the two of them finally calling it quits. tulip left to twolegplace and became a kittypet, while dorian remained in the wild, adjusting to life on his own. it took the tom cat a long time to adjust to surviving on his own, but eventually became rather skilled at it. he learned the basics of defending himself against other cats and natural predators. while his skills were not too special, he was big and extremely strong, which was what allowed him to live almost unchallenged in the wild for many seasons as his name and reputation grew. perfecting his hunting skills, the tom was able to keep himself well fed throughout new-leaf and green-leaf. however, living alone, he often found himself facing many hard trials during leaf-fall and leaf-bare. his dark pelt was a vivid contrast against snowfall instead of blending with his environments. when he was sick or injured, he had to help himself.. which was quite difficult for him to do, considering he had never learned much at all of medicine. there were many, many instances in which he had been certain that he would not survive more than a few more days. some cases in which he almost didn't. however, prideful, he refused to accept help from more friendly loners or twolegs. and especially not kittypets.

however, as the seasons dragged on and kept coming, dorian could feel the old age beginning to seep into his bones. living on his own like this wasn't going to work for much longer, and he did not welcome the thought of knowing he may not survive the next leaf-bare. however, it was around this time that rumor begin to spread amongst the wildcats. rumors of groups of cats coming together and setting down roles, religion, and responsibilities among their followers. while skeptical and stuck behind his pride at first, the tom eventually considered the struggles he would face in the next few years if he lasted, and gave in, seeking out these so called 'clans.' however, what took him most by surprise was a familiar face that he hadn't seen of or spoken to in years. tulip. while he was happy to see her, he was somewhat resentful and snide at first. however, the two cats eventually rekindled their relationship, and tulip left her twolegs to join a clan with him. 

dorian, now named greyears, took easily to the work part of clan life. he was well skilled in providing them with food, and while he did not have many flashy moves, he dominated others in combat through brute force and experience. however, one of the biggest issues he struggled with was working in a group.. some of which were cats he had had skirmishes and fights with in the past. for a cat who hold a grudge like himself, working himself to accept and tolerate them was something that took a lot of effort... even to this day, no matter how kind they may be to him, he doubts that they wouldn't kill him in his sleep. greyears went through a few moons of training to provide for a group and learning the warrior code. after that, he served many faithful seasons as a warrior. however, with his age, the male began to eventually grow lazier and lazier, too tired to get up out of his nest to go on patrol. years of struggle and hard work on his own as a loner led to his joints wearing down and swelling from arthritis, causing him more and more pain performing his basic, everyday duties. at the age of 93 moons, greyears retired from his position as a warrior, becoming one of oakclan's first elders.