Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2014 14:05:52 GMT -5
Name: Mothpaw
Age: 7 moons
Gender: Male
Allegiance: SandClan
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Appearance: Mothpaw is a subtle grey in color, with faint tabby striping along his back and sides, above his eyes, and on his cheeks. His chest and muzzle are a slightly lighter shade of grey, verging on white, as are his paws. His tail is darkly striped with black, with the tip being entirely shaded. The tom’s eyes are light yellow in color, and his ears are sharply pointed. Mothpaw has short fur, and is slightly smaller than average.
Personality: Mothpaw is almost the epitome of nervousness. He is terribly afraid of so much, and tends to be very awkward in social situations. He seems so frail from the outside, and, sadly for the poor kit, he is pretty frail on the inside as well. He is very emotional, and gets hurt easily by what others say to him. He is very easy to tease, and has a lot of problems to tease him about. Some could be his small size, his almost pathetic demeanor, his social awkwardness, and his incredible lack in fighting ability.
Mothpaw is extremely trustworthy and honest, and always keeps his word. He is amazing at keeping secrets, and tries to listen to others even if he is not very good with words. He has his moments where he displays his pure and rich generosity, but usually he is too shy and timid to approach someone who needs something. But, he can overcome his fear of socializing, and sometimes seems to blossom in the spotlight, no matter how uncomfortable he is with it. This unpredictable-ness is another part of him. Though he is usually very reserved, these sparks of other, brighter personalities are what give him the unpredictable trait.
Mothpaw is extremely gentle with everyone, partially because he is soft enough to never want to cause anyone to hurt because of him. Yet another fear of his, is a cat being hurt, or worse yet dying, at his paws. Along with physical weakness, this causes him to be an incredibly poor fighter. You cannot receive anything but injuries when you are fighting someone and refuse to cause injury. He can be very stubborn about things such as that, as he simply cannot bear to have another cat suffer at his claws. Even in real battles, he will almost always fight without his claws extended.
Mothpaw is incredibly clumsy, with both his words and his movements. He is often mixing up what he meant to say, and meows things that just don't make a lot of sense. He is also always injuring himself by tripping and bumping into things, and being the fragile cat he is, he will be a frequent in the medicine cats den.
Mothpaw tends to cling to those he can call friends, whether they be his siblings, parents, or those he is not related to. He is very dependent on those close to him to stand up for him, because he is incapable of doing it himself. His cleverness occasionally shines through, when he is with friends or family, of when he is almost or completely alone. Despite this, he is easily tricked.
History: Mothpaw was born to two equally normal parents. His father was a brave, strong warrior, but not one who would go above and beyond for SandClan. Mothpaw’s mother was a kind queen who tended to smother her kits just the right amount. The small tom was a slight disappointment for the father, being a rather large warrior himself, but he kept these thoughts to himself for his mate’s sake. Mothpaw’s mother, on the other hand, was filled with joy at her first kit’s health. Despite his size, Mothpaw was a very healthy kit. Mothpaw’s father was much more excited about the larger she-cat that was Mothpaw’s sister. They looked similar, except for their size and, unfortunately, health. Mothpaw’s sister was very unhealthy, and hardly made it through the bitter leafbare night.
The she-kit survived though, and she soon became Mothpaw’s greatest friend. She was feisty and brave, but seemed to love her brother greatly. Mothpaw would often play with her when they were not sleeping, and his sister would often kindly let him win. Even then, Mothpaw showed little talent in fighting, though his sister seemed to take after her father in the subject. When they play fought, her paws would be steady and her movements as precise as a kit’s could be. Even though her poor health often sent her to the medicine cat’s den due to illness, she was not clumsy enough to become wounded often. Mothpaw, on the other paw, was often sent to the medicine cat for the opposite reason; he was usually healthy other than for the bumps and bruises he commonly received.
When the pair turned three moons old, Mothpaw’s sister was sent to the medicine cat’s den yet again. The only difference was that she never recovered from her illness, and she passed away shortly after she was admitted. Mothpaw was heartbroken. For his whole life to that point, he had relied on his sister to defend him and to play with him. His mother was wonderful, and his father was a good warrior, but they did not understand him. His mother thought that he should be smothered and coddled, due to his small size, and his father expected him to be a wonderful and ferocious fighter, as he had been. But Mothpaw did not want to be smothered all the time, and there was no way he would become the fighter his father wanted him to be. Mothpaw did recover though, and is now ready to become an apprentice. He is very eager, and hopes for a mentor that will teach him how to fight like his father wants him to.
RP Sample: Mothpaw felt the soft ground under his feet, and kneaded his claws through it. The wind sent a brisk chill through the tom, but he tried to ignore it. Today was the day, the day that he might finally get a mentor. He had been excited for this for a long time, so why was he dreading it? It was probably the nervousness, the fear that his mentor would not find him suitable. What if he was too weak? What if he messed everything up? What if my mentor is like my father? Mothpaw turned, looking towards the camp exit as a burly tom entered the camp. In his jaws, he held a rabbit of great size. Mothpaw turned away. His stomach already was flipping over itself, and food only seemed to make it worse.
Mothpaw’s father carried the rabbit he had caught into the elder’s den, and Mothpaw could not help but to wish to be like that tom he called father. He wanted to be strong and brave, and to catch giant rabbits, and to fall in love with a beautiful she-cat, and to be a father and give the giant rabbits he caught to the elders instead of eating it himself. Mothpaw sighed, he was not going to end up like that. He was too little, too clumsy. But no matter what, he would do his best to be a good and kind apprentice. He would be like his father, even if he were not strong or big. He would be compassionate instead. “I am going to be a good apprentice,” He mewed quietly to himself, knowing that he would try to make that statement truth.
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