◉ BIRTH

Bullkit was born on a nippy, magical awakening day in the early morning, a sense of an ancient earth-spirit rekindled that seeks to knit together all that is good. The early morning is the dominion of the birds, for they in the bright feathered plume are so very in love with the sunrise. His mother was still in her youth, appointed to a tom named Bisonstorm, who was also the sole kit's father. His mother, Curlflower, harbored a much gentler soul than his ghoulish, proactive father, Bisonstorm. The kit remained close to his mother for not long until she slipped from his grasp shortly after he was birthed. The damsel's scent dissipated, replaced by the aroma of another queen. he struck about three moons, eyes peeled and attentive ears. Bisonstorm shifted the young tomkit's entire world upside down.

◉ KITHOOD

Unfortunately, Bullkit didn't have much of a kithood since his father would pull him aside, visiting far too often, at least, in Bullkit's little mind. From the beginning, he wasn't very fond of his father since the tomcat didn't seem to care much for Bullkit's health. It was more about what Bisonstorm desired than what Bullkit needed. Bullkit was compelled to listen to his father, prowled by a watchful glare. At this age, he was more gullible, feeling inclined to hear Bisonstorm out, as the older cats amidst him seemed to authorize his father to see him. The kit often wondered if anyone witnessed or realized what Bisonstorm was doing; did anyone care? Bullkit was being torn asunder, falling in the wrathful paws of Bisonstorm; deep in the abysm where he won't escape for a very long time.

◉ APPRENTICESHIP

At six moons, the Leader held a ceremony for Bullkit, ranking him as an apprentice of OrchidClan. He wasn't entirely sure of the whole concept, nervous due to the immense pressure his father put on his shoulders. Bisonstorm was all about authority, strength, and pure blood. It was about power and control. Their bloodline adhered to the Warrior Code quite firmly, and continued to pass on monumental genes and restrictions. Bullpaw was massive, especially as the moons pressed on, and the mentor, the Leader, assigned to him, was known as Woodskip, an amiable and sincere tomcat. To some extent, Bullpaw was relieved, as it was an escape from his father's lectures and coercion. The tomcat learned to scrutinize the behavior of others, pinpointing expressions and what they could indicate. He picked up on things quickly, as his father began putting information into the tom's brain since he was three moons. Typically, parents would focus on nurturing and treasuring their young age, but Bisonstorm desired that Bullwasp retained knowledge fast, skipping over what a kithood is like.

Woodskip ensured that Bullpaw's training sessions were manageable compared to the secretive ones that his father followed up with. Occasionally, Bisonstorm stalked Bullpaw's sessions, doubting Woodskip's benign ways. However, Woodskip was a senior warrior, prideful in his work ethic toward training the young. He desired that his apprentices grow up powerful and efficient, though it was clear that even the frailest felines could be just as mighty as the placid, tyrannical warriors. Bullpaw was typically worn out by the ends of his sessions with Woodskip, considering they were effective and allowed him to comprehend possible scenarios. Woodskip was an excellent mentor, but it needed to be better in Bisonstorm's vision. At night, Bisonstorm would pull Bullpaw away from the apprentice's den and introduce him to more strenuous, prolonged sessions, depleting the young apprentice. These training lectures were nothing like Woodskip's, as a mistake was worth a strike. Bisonstorm delivered a couple of blows to Bullpaw when he'd slip up, provoking the feline to grow weary and cautious of his decisions.

Bullpaw wished he could find consolement in his mother or someone, but there wasn't anyone. He didn't have siblings, and the pressure was all on him. The apprentice began to ponder what it would be like to have siblings; would it be any different? Would the largest of the litter get the worst of it? He harbored numerous inquiries that he kept confidential. Since he was the only kit, he was the largest and instead, he assumed he'd find out what it would be like for his future litter. He was too young to think about those things, but all the bachelor could do was dread the future. Bullpaw's training between Woodskip and Bisonstorm was excessively exhausting, and Bullpaw neglected to reveal to Woodskip why he was so fatigued. Eventually, Bullpaw reached his breaking point, telling Woodskip about what was going on, and unfortunately, the warrior was somewhat terrified by Bisonstorm. All the senior warrior offered was a change of perspective, attempting to mold Bullpaw differently than what Bisonstorm was accomplishing. Bullpaw wanted to listen to Woodskip, but Bisonstorm possessed control over Bullpaw that no one could bypass.

Learning from both his father and Woodskip provided benefits but also multiple cons. Bisonstorm installed a meticulous mind into Bullwasp, configuring condescending emotions within the youthful bachelor that all felt warped and bewildering. Bullwasp only partially understood his purpose except for passing on his genes and power. It was becoming familiar and sickening to the tom, moons gradually turning; soon named Bullwasp for his incredible strength and loyalty.

◉ WARRIORHOOD

Bullwasp was relieved to become a warrior, praying that this pressure would be all over. However, it wouldn't ever end; little did the sire realize. Bisonstorm was constantly at Bullwasp's flank, discussing the possible mates for the behemoth tomcat. At just fifteen moons, his father arranged for the warrior to become mates with a she-cat named Marigoldbreath. The sire was apprehensive about the circumstances, as he didn't feel prepared to handle another individual, nor did he even harbor any feelings for her. The bachelor didn't want to betray or loathe her existence, as it all felt unfair and illogical. Bullwasp attempted to get to know his new mate, Marigoldbreath. She was a sweetheart, the type of feline his father typically despised due to their spineless nature. Bullwasp desperately wanted to love the opposing warrior, but he believed it was impossible to love someone he was propelled to be with. Bisonstorm watched in the distance, often pressuring Bullwasp to expand the bloodline. All the older tom wanted was the next litter, more power, more fresh blood. Disgusting.

Bullwasp retained a ton of rage, suppressed by the armor he placed over himself. If it weren't for Bisonstorm's controlling and demanding demeanor, Bullwasp would've turned out differently. The tom frequently felt ashamed of himself, starting to develop frightening thoughts about the elder tom. A few moons passed, and there was still no connection between him and Marigoldbreath; nothing felt right about their relationship, but both parents were expecting kits. The only mutual conversation they ever seemed to have was initiating a litter of kits. It wasn't long before the Medicine Cat informed Marigoldbreath that she was pregnant, and the process would be over sooner than she may realize. Seemingly, Marigoldbreath was silently excited about her kits, prepared to nurture and love them until they left the nursery. Bullwasp insisted to his father that he allowed the kittens to breathe, best left alone until they reached six moons. Bullwasp feared and anticipated the future of his kits, possessing an ill feeling that the same thing would happen to the kits that happened to him.

Fortunately, when Goatkit, Ramkit, and Sheepkit were born, Bullwasp could keep his father astray until they reached six moons. The kittens at least got to have somewhat of a kithood, but that would all be forgotten when Bisonstorm got to them. Upon their warrior ceremonies, they all received mentors, and before Bullwasp could consent, Bisonstorm dragged the warrior along. Bisonstorm convinced Bullwasp to permit him to train the kits, and Bullwasp was welcome to join. Bullwasp's stomach churned anytime he joined these sessions, observing as his father molded Rampaw in the same way he developed Bullwasp. Watching his son go through the same thing was terrifying, and his question had been answered. Bisonstorm cared less for Sheep-paw and Goatpaw, only treasuring the largest of the litter, Rampaw. Behind the curtains, Bullwasp was propelled by Bisonstorm to lecture his son, Rampaw. Bullwasp didn't want to participate but felt inclined to, fearing what his father might do or say. Bullwasp was somewhat envious of his son's size, as the pressure was slightly discharged off his shoulders. It felt tremendous yet disappointing.

Amid his son's training, Bullwasp was assigned an apprentice, and he had fallen off from the sessions with Rampaw. It was at twenty-five moons when Bullwasp had received his very first apprentice. The bachelor explained to Bisonstorm that he must focus on his apprentice, Heronpaw. His apprentice's name had been Heronpaw, a petite damsel. She was a delicate, quiet feline, just as Thistlewhisper technically was. Maybe this wouldn't be too hard after all. He had hoped to teach her his hunting technique and strategy, as he mainly excelled at hunting. He excelled in other areas, such as combat, but he appreciated hunting. The great thing was she appeared to be a quick learner and learned visually and through auditory. Bullwasp quickly became obsessed with having an apprentice, driving his energy and putting all of his efforts and focus on his apprentice. He wanted to demonstrate that he could do much more than follow beneath his father.

At first, many weren't confident that Bullwasp would be able to get the job done, or maybe he just wasn't ready for an apprentice. He believed he could prove them wrong, wanting to make sure Heronpaw would become a mighty warrior and hopefully better than himself. Bullwasp began teaching Heronpaw in a way that replicated his mentor's rather than Bisonstorm's, explaining the topic with detail and physically showing the feline what was going on. With a quick learner, she'd become a warrior in no time. She was granted a warrior named Heronreed for her spirit and loyalty toward the clan when she reached eleven moons. Bullwasp had grown fond of his apprentice over time, being able to open up to her. She was easy to talk to, considering she was a great listener and offered sound advice, just as Bullwasp often did in his own strange way. Their similarities mix well, forming a good, quality friendship.

When his children became warriors, he wanted to congratulate and praise them, but his father would've disapproved. Over the moons, he gradually became colder and harsher, preferring solidarity. Bullwasp strayed from his family as much as he could, avoiding his father's menacing ways. The weight had fallen onto Ramhorn due to his behemoth, muscular frame. He was more significant than Bullwasp, and that was what Bisonstorm desired. The older sire never gave up, and sure he would start pressuring Ramhorn into having his first litter. Since Heronreed's ceremony, he had taken on an apprentice named Stagpaw, a grey-blue she-cat who was rather bashful. The tomcat was somewhat apprehensive about the circumstances but would console himself that he would be a fantastic mentor. Bullwasp had his moments but was a great director compared to those he grew up with. Bullwasp excelled in hunting more than fighting but would hopefully improve during training an apprentice. He couldn't see himself getting much better at climbing, but he would give it a shot anyway. It's not as if he was allowed skip such while training his apprentice. Upon Stagpaw's apprenticeship ceremony, she was assigned to Bullwasp, where they had spoken for the first time shortly after the ceremony. He was pleased to meet the younger feline, as she was a fragile essence.

After discussing the first training session, Bullwasp spent their day trekking the territories and the border while getting to know her apprentice through a questionnaire. He asked a relatively simple question, which might've given a loaded response. He was curious about Creekpaw's goals in life and what she wished to accomplish. Through doing this, he figured she would focus on what Stagpaw most desired to learn. To Bullwasp's relief, Stagpaw wasn't interested in climbing, as she was learning to hunt and fight. Of course, those weren't her only focus, but two of the major ones. His apprentice was swift to pick up anything Bullwasp explained to her to do. She hadn't constantly perfected it the first time, but with minimal encouragement, Stagpaw strived on. Deep down, like Bullwasp, Stagpaw was determined to perform any task given. In this timeframe, his son, Goateye had gone missing, but something about how his father approached him was...off. Bullwasp was devastated but hadn't been able to express these feelings, suppressing them away just as he had with any emotion he felt. Constantly suppressing his feelings had led to his unsentimental demeanor. Bullwasp believed he could've been a better father and still can, but Bisonstorm needs to go. There was only so much Bullwasp could do, and he was stuck.

One day, Bullwasp took her out into the territory for hopefully one of her last few training sessions. She had an unusual feeling awakening within the chasms of her solar plexus, concocting better cognition. Bullwasp remained on his toes; whether it was the righteous thing to do or not, he didn't inform his apprentice of this ill-feeling. The damsel emitted his first few words, beginning his lecture. He was going to extend more on climbing, doing more explaining than action, since Bullwasp typically failed miserably when climbing since there were few trees in OrchidClan territory to worry about. However, this was his opportunity to monitor how Stagpaw executed and attempted to pursue after his apprentice. Fortunately, Stagpaw didn't entirely need visual reenactment on how to climb. Without assistance, Stagpaw lunged at an angle toward the bark, slightly above the tree's trunk, utilizing her appendages correctly to ascend toward the nearest branch. Bullwasp nodded in satisfaction, proud of the apprentice he's been training.

An unfamiliar aroma entered his nasal passages. He kept his gaze upon Stagpaw, hoping there wasn't something harmful in the tree, talons unsheathing as he boiled with adrenaline. Stagpaw glanced around frantically, grateful she'd been a decent tracker. Stagpaw detected a fox peering through the bushes a few measures away from Bullwasp, who only gazed his way. Stagpaw wanted to shout but wasn't sure whether or not that was the shrewdest thing to do. She didn't want to dismay the fox; she wanted to ensure it never considered returning to this area again. Bullwasp was panicked but remained coolheaded, loosening his physique negligibly for mobility. Within moments, he heard the shrubbery behind them rustle, a fox lunging from them in his direction. Bullwasp shifted on his toes, staggering to the side when the fox merely struck his flank. Stagpaw dropped from overhead, anchoring her grapnels into the fox's nape with a ferocious hiss. Her talons sunk deep beneath the skin, taking a small chunk out of his nape. It may have been minimal, but blood was shed. The blue-gray apprentice sheathed her claws briskly, using her hindquarters to kick away and create distance. The fox was startled, wailing out of apprehension when he'd been battered from above. The suspicion alone sent the fox fleeting away with blood trickling.

Bullwasp hadn't foreseen the bravery out of Stagpaw; as the apprentice always told those around her, she was unsure how she'd endure an actual scenario. Bullwasp chuckled sheepishly, feeling proud of the to-be warrior. He wanted to finalize the session right then and there but authorized Stagpaw to practice the overhead blow a few more times. Bullwasp was larger than Stagpaw, allowing for a sturdy physique below. Once returning to the campsite, Bullwasp reported back to the leader, enlightening them on what went down and how well Stagpaw presented herself. Bullwasp would've customarily been embarrassed that he'd staggered in a fatal fight, but he was scornful to announce Stagpaw's accomplishment. He believed that she's improved between easing up, being herself, and succeeding with most skills.

His second apprentice's warrior ceremony was being held, and he couldn't have been more confident in her skills at that moment. Stagpaw was honorably renamed Stagfox for showing excellent refinement in herself and technique; of course, she was honored for her fight. Bullwasp hadn't had much going on since then, allowing his life to run its course behind the control of Bisonstorm. He will only sit tight for so long until he snaps; the time has yet to come.

◉ PRESENT DAY

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