Sparrowpaw

[• sparrowpaw •]

names: Sparrowkit - Sparrowpaw - Sparrowsong
gender: Tom
age: Nine moons
clan: WindClan
rank: Medicine cat apprentice

personality:
Younger cats are usually naive, innocent and pure. Untainted by life's truths and unfazed by life's mysteries. This is not Sparrowpaw. From the very beginning, this small tom was unusual. As a kit, his disinterest in playfully scuffling with his littermates wasn't normal, and he spent much more time sitting by himself - enveloped in thought. From the beginning, Sparrowpaw was a thinker.

That is probably the most impressive of Sparrowpaw's qualities; his intelligence and the way his mind functions. An incredibly tactical cat, this tom has ideas and knowledge that exceeds the other cats of his age. His smarts are his strongest point. He spends more time thinking than he does doing anything else. Circles of endless ideas and possibilities, countless unanswerable questions. All of this fascinates Sparrowpaw. Maybe training his frail little body and trying to improve his fighting strategies would be a more useful way of spending his time, seeing as his biggest disadvantages lie in the 'fighting' category. But being the lazy thing he is, that is just too much work for his liking.

His laziness is another of his weak points. He is a very, very clever cat and he knows it, but Sparrowpaw is a massive procrastinator and just has barely any interest in anything. Most tasks are approached apathetically, even simple things like socializing with his peers. Sparrowpaw just doesn't understand it and finds it difficult to relate to most cats his age, and as a consequence of his half-efforted attempts that fell flat and his general lack of interest in associating with the other young cats at all, he decided to distance himself from the other apprentices. So he doesn't have friends, but he doesn't believe that he needs them. It isn't something that concerns him.

Sparrowpaw is really his own worst enemy. He has intelligence and a tactical way of thinking that could take him very far as an apprentice and a warrior, but he lacks the drive and motivation. He'd much rather splay out in the sun and spend time in careless solitude. Despite common belief, he is full of potential. Sparrowpaw just doesn't make it obvious enough, which is not doing himself any favors. Most of his Clan just see him as a slacker, and not the intelligent tom he is.

He is also quite the friendly cat once you break through to him. He is very sarcastic and makes rude remarks and witty comments very often, but Sparrowpaw always means well and doesn't intentionally offend or hurt anybody. He is a naturally relaxed, peaceful cat who regards love above war, and not just because love doesn't require as much effort and running around!

appearance:
Sparrowpaw is a lightly built tom, so distinctively so that he is very frail. He is not strong and he is not particularly fast. He has the right sort of athletically constructed physique, but lack of practice equals lack of stamina, so he cannot keep up the speeds he can achieve for very long. He is also very short for a WindClan cat. Most of them are lanky with long, powerful legs very suited to hunting rabbits over the moor. Sparrowpaw is a shorter than his Clan's standard. Small and quite vulnerable, it is quite obvious why the apprentice isn't fond of fighting.

In terms of his fur colour, the undercoat and base of his fur is a creamy brown colour. It is mostly very pale, and in some areas this colour lightens to a dusty off-white, but it is mostly a washed-out cream. Around his face and his back, and pretty much the rest of his body except for his muzzle, underbelly and legs, the colour changed to a slightly darker hue of blue-grey. But it isn't quite blue, because of the brown hint. Around his face the fur is a lot lighter. There are some intricate details around his face, notably two dots above his eyes, resembling those eyebrow dots you find on some breeds of dog. They are slightly darker than the rest of his body; dark enough to stand out against the colour of his face.

Sparrowpaw's eyes are a faded shade of golden. They look like they've seen so much more than the tom himself, almost as if this young cat was born with the eyes of a wise old elder. They are very much the eyes of an old cat - they are very relaxed and a little bored, but at the same time full of knowledge. Although golden probably isn't the best word to describe his eyes, for they are not a solid colour. Hints of green and grey are blended into this aged, dull mix.

history:
Sparrowpaw was born into a small litter, with only two sisters. His sisters were livelier and more rough than him, so he was never very close to them. Like I mentioned before; he was different from the very beginning. Sparrowpaw was quite close to his mother, though, but this bond broke the instant he and his sisters were given their apprentice names at six moons old. Although Sparrowpaw decided that being a warrior wasn't the way to go, for him. With his intelligence and sharp memory, and lack of interest or great capability in fighting skills, he became the medicine cat apprentice of WindClan.

sample rp:
It wasn't the cold emptiness of the cement below Denji's paws that made his brows furrow in displeasure. No, it was the hard, unnatural feeling against his paw-pads that made him feel uncomfortable. At first it was faintly tolerable and easy to ignore, but now the throbbing had increased to something a little harder to withstand. He didn't make this discomfort obvious, though, he was far too fond of his image to let that happen. He continued to walk in his typical confident manner. Every elegant curve of his body and the glimmer in his icy blue eyes spoke of his superiority complex. Denji carried himself like the dog he was; a dog that thought he was better than everybody else.

Swishing his interestingly striped tail, he averted his attention from the concrete and focused on something that he couldn't quite make out visually. But the scent was pungent and enough to make a bitter taste arise in his mouth. He shook his head, as if that futile effort would make the smell and the taste go away, but before he could walk away and ignore it, curiosity got the better of him. Denji edged towards the source of this scent in a slightly cautious way. The scent was odd, therefore he was wary. He was a self-absorbed dog, but he wasn't a stupid one. He drew closer. Now he was a few meters away from what appeared to be a car. The frequent thudding sound of Denji's pawsteps had obviously stirred some birds, as a black cloud of crows shot up into the sky. Loud caws filled the air.

The flock of avians scattered and the black figures soon faded out into the sky. Gone. And now Denji was at the car. He looked around and soon identified the foul smelling item. It was a decaying human body. Something that had been decaying for probably five years now. The sight was far from pleasant. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and took a step back in horror. He had seen skeletons and bodies before, but this seemed to be putrid on an entirely new level. It looked as if this car had only recently been broken into, and the flesh of this human had been preserved to some extent. Obviously insects had probably had somewhat of a meal of it, but the crows had found enough left to suit their needs. Denji was a clean male. He liked hygiene and he liked to keep himself looking and feeling exceptional. This made him feel awful.

It wasn't just the fact it was a rotting human body. It was the concept of maggots and other horrible bugs feasting on it as it decayed, and the fact that those ugly black scavengers sank low enough to join in. Denji had to remind himself that birds also shat whenever and wherever, so it was unfair of him to expect them to have standards. But the whole idea made him feel... ill. He felt a little dizzy and fuzzy in the head. The dog composed himself and turned away from the body.

He was walking again. On the same road, on the same day. But there was a very obvious change in the way he took his steps. He made a brief attempt of upholding his superior, confident image, but this attempt faltered uselessly. He looked quite indifferent, slightly sick and distant. For once his paws dragged a little as he heaved himself along the freeway, for once the glitter in his pale blue eyes dwindled. The image still ripe and ugly in his mind, Denji took another glance back at the car.

characters: Just Sparrowpaw
c-box name: Sparrow

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Accepted! This is a wonderful bio! Sparrowpaw seems like a really cool character, too! : DD