Post by hollowstep on Aug 22, 2011 17:21:23 GMT -5
Hollowstep
names: Hollowstep
gender: Tom
age: 19 moons
clan: ShadowClan
rank: Warrior
personality:
Hollowstep, although apparently out of touch with his Clanmates, is actually very keen on knowing everything that's going on around him. What most cats don't know is that he's observant, analytical, and thoughtful. It's only because his mind is continually occupied by tactics, techniques, and strategies. Hollowstep is doubtlessly a deep thinker, even if his brilliance makes him awkward on a social level. One may often find him piecing together possible theories to the mysteries he encounters everyday in nature.
Personality Outline--
Although Hollowstep is going through an indentity crisis, he has some skills that he doesn't know the origin of. Hollowstep is observant, analytical, and thoughtful. His mind is always occupied by battle tactics, hunting techniques, and possible theories to every mystery he encounters in nature. It appears that he has some personality traits that are new to his Clanmates. Instead of having poor communication skills and expressing what he's meaning correctly, Hollowstep has become quite persuasive and crafty with the usage of words. Then again, he was bound to grow out of the trouble with convincingly speaking fluidly with others, right?
appearance:
One wouldn't particularly call Hollowstep an unapproachable fellow, but he often appears detached and distant. He's got a light-build, with shoulders that aren't specifically broad nor terribly narrow, either. Hollowstep is covered in thick, brown tabby fur and a lot of white on his face and chest, with his paws also being this clean white color. His eyes are distinctively and vividly gold-green, not bringing much of his hidden, inner emotions to the surface. He isn't a huge cat, but leans rather toward being made more for speed than strength, even if speed is not the highlight of his talents. No matter how out of focus he is with the here and now, Hollowstep often displays his emotions well if they're strong enough. It reassures you there is actually something going in that head of his.
history:
It began as a haunting sensation; a slow-moving thought being processed discreetly in the depths of his subconscious mind. Then like a charging monster, it sped at him: the cold realization that had stunned him momentarily when it collided with his thoughts. The world looked odd, as if the earth itself felt out of place just by existing. Like a clock having been rewound, he tumbled back into the world of motion and thought. Desperate confusion became the flimsy support of his sane state of mind, and he let solid instinct replace rational reasoning. In those few heartbeats he had successfully reduced himself to nothing more than a frightened beast; unpredictable and dangerous. His eyes roamed wildly around as he backed up, that wild feeling of being cornered driving his adrenaline to the max. He switched from the shock of the unfamilar surroundings to the unrecognizable faces of others who were sprawled out all around him. Then that dreadful moment when one of the cats--as he had managed to notice what they were--lifted itself to its paws and looked at him with intent concern. "Hollowstep, honey, what's the matter? Did you have a nightmare?"
With a yowl of alarm that sent other cats jumping to their paws, the tom bolted away from the crazy mess, eyes rotating madly now as the overwhelming pressure of his unknown whereabouts, he fled through the vast forest. Over needle-laden ground that eased with a downward and gradual slope, he found himself coming back to the regular state of mind. Logic returned; the creature who acted out of instinct was being put to rest. He realized that the soft thud of paws on dirt and pine needles had changed to fine clicking. As he stood, panting heavily, he noticed that there were pebbles under his paws. Hesitantly, as if knowing and worrying about what he would see, he raised his head to stare out across the large body of water. Perhaps one of weaker mind would have hoped it to be a dream. He knew better, though. A new wave of shock overtook him, and his body trembled with the sudden dizziness he encountered. Faraway voices presented themselves distantly to his ears, as blurred shapes rushed toward him. Suddenly, he became weighed down by some invisible force. His legs buckled under him, and down he crumbled like a tree knocked over by a vicious storm.
Quick summary-- Hollowstep was the stranger.
Not that ShadowClan ever saw it that way. They knew him as the fiery, thoughtful kit that had been born in New-leaf, raised by his quiet, intelligent father and helplessly romantic mother. He grew alongside the other kits, dreaming of becoming a great warrior and imagining the legendary battles he'd fight. He'd laugh, giggle, jump, chase, pounce... Your ordinary, life-loving ShadowClan kit. Then he became an apprentice, still holding that same burning passion for his life.
But Hollowstep is not that cat.
He can only remember waking up in the ShadowClan camp, with no idea who these cats were or where he was. But these unfamiliar cats did not treat him as a stranger. In fact, they regarded him as if they had known him for moons. Uncomfortable and detached from the life he swears isn't his, Hollowstep is completely the opposite of what ShadowClan believes he used to be. He's silent and not a social butterfly with what appears to be his "Clan". Intelligent and creative, maybe, but could these really be the inherited traits of his so-called father? Hollowstep, apparently named for his soundless stalking skills, cannot grasp how he woke up in the paws of another cat. And yet when he goes to sleep in a nest that is not his own, unsettling nightmares only further his confusion and beliefs that he is not who he appears to be. The ever constant sudden mood swings and flashes of something darker beneath the surface has left Hollowstep wondering if he truly wants to find the answers he's been desiring.
sample rp:
The silence was a prisoner of the dark, deceiving fog. The moonless night cast no strange shadows, but swallowed the quiet swamp in sightless ebony. Cloaked in thick mists, the unfamiliar land became a stranger to the slumbering world. It stood, abandoned and isolated, in the far corners of the imaginative mind, giving muse for all sorts of spooky notions. Unnerving silence broke with the choppy croak of a big-throated toad, the agonizing slow sound echoing throughout the solemn territory. It rose dramatically, paused, and then fell with an airless sigh. This happened a few more times until the toad in question became utterly quiet. A soft plop of water informed the listener that the creepy croaker had slipped into the murky waters of the ghostly swamp. Nobody in their right mind would dare tread in this dreadful place, especially on a dark night such as this.
But Navigator was never in his right mind. In fact, one could doubt he even had one, if they were to know his true colors. Yet even he, the crazy leader of Forest Clan, began to regret his decision to pass along this way. Cats can see extrodinarily well in the dark, and Navigator's keen sense of eyesight further enhanced this ability. But here, in this unfamiliar and foreign land proved be of challenge to him. The best he could see was odd shapes and strange figures faintly protruding in the dark grey fog. Relying solely on guesswork to choose his way along, Navigator shuddered as he stopped walking. All around him there were objects he couldn't quite indentify. In front of him, a little ways to the right, stood something large. It was a dark grey, bulky and large, concealed partly by wisps of mist. Still in front of him, but to the left, was something hanging in midair. Thin and pointed, Navigator related this thing to three claws poking out of the fog. Sure, it might be a tree, but who could be sure? Turning his head to look at the bulky shape, he wondered what it might be. Maybe some horrible monster, waiting for him to come closer? Risking his chances, he headed toward the bulky shape, not liking the look of those three pointed branches, or whatever they were.
His troubled mind was given a bit of relief as he neared the bulky shape, recognizing it as he drew close. Of course, it took until his whiskers were practically touching it to see it clearly, but noticing this thing was only a large boulder set his confidence a bit higher. Pressing up against the only familiar object in a strange place, Navigator decided he'd rest for a bit. Feeling somewhat of security and safety here, he tried to lick his chest fur to calm himself down. Recollecting the primary reason he was here steadied his shaken nerves. Not usually so jumpy, Navigator mused at his self-appointed mission. There had been news of a strange cat straying around these parts, surely part of one of the Clans but still disturbing in the very least. Descriptions of this interesting phantom jolted his memory one day when overhearing a conversation between two Forest Clan cats. They had claimed him to be a ghost, but Navigator knew better. If anything, the claims of this cat being a ghost had confirmed his suspicions- leaving him to travel here. This was one cat he would do anything to meet again. But it had been so long... How would he be sure of this cat? Would he even recognize Navigator? Six moons is a considerable gap when you haven't seen someone for that long.
The Forest Clan leader uncomfortably twitched his tail. They had grown so far apart when he had returned, and Navigator couldn't help but wonder if it was because of him that he had left. I'm sure he'll be happy to see me. This attempt at mental reassurance did very little for the dappled tom. Arching his back in a quickened stretch, he set off again into the thick, whispering mist. It wasn't until he had been padding along for quite some time that a growing fear rose in his chest, suffocating his calmness. There weren't even shapes to be seen the in dark hue of the fog. Navigator was completely and hopelessly lost in the covering blanket of moist air. He couldn't even retrace his steps. What if something horrible was lurking right next to him? Uneasily, he crouched close to the ground, breathing heavily. Lost. The thought stole his courage and shredded his confidence. He might be acting in an undignified manner, but any cat, leader or kit, should be cautious here. There was always a chance of going in and never coming back out. No problem, I'll get out of this. The swamp has to end somewhere, right? Beginning to walk forward again, Navigator began to hear something. The smallest rustling; the soft tap of claws in followed pursuit. Freezing, the tall tom strained to hear. But as soon as he stopped moving, the sounds stopped. Experimenting with events, the spotted cat started to walk slowly forward. There it was- the whoosh of movement. Stopping immediately, Navigator caught a quiet hum of something stopping it's smooth motion and then a click of claws meeting something solid. The strangest thing, the tom noticed in horror, was that these sounds were coming from above. Jerking his head upward, he stared at the dome of fog over his head, imagining the worst. Fungus Clan's territory was said to be haunted. Could this be true? Was some floating demon of the dead stalking him like prey?
Only a few seconds went by, but to the cat it felt like long, agonizing hours. Yet as he looked upward, Navigator felt himself go rigid with fright. For one small, black beady eye stared back through the dense fog. In an instant, Navigator's fur had risen, his tail high in the air as he opened his mouth, letting out one scared warning hiss. Claws unsheathed, he groaned mentally. What good are fangs and claws against ghosts? Suddenly, the mysterious monster above Navigator cawed, the same whooshing sounds going faster this time. Dark black wings flapped grandly, brushing the fog away to reveal a striking crow, ebony beak clicking together as it looked at Navigator. The cat was still frozen, rolling over what just happened in his mind. Shakily sitting down, he grumbled loudly, "A crow! Just a harmless crow!"
characters: Twistedheart (wip) and Hollowstep
c-box name: Navigator
names: Hollowstep
gender: Tom
age: 19 moons
clan: ShadowClan
rank: Warrior
personality:
Hollowstep, although apparently out of touch with his Clanmates, is actually very keen on knowing everything that's going on around him. What most cats don't know is that he's observant, analytical, and thoughtful. It's only because his mind is continually occupied by tactics, techniques, and strategies. Hollowstep is doubtlessly a deep thinker, even if his brilliance makes him awkward on a social level. One may often find him piecing together possible theories to the mysteries he encounters everyday in nature.
Personality Outline--
Although Hollowstep is going through an indentity crisis, he has some skills that he doesn't know the origin of. Hollowstep is observant, analytical, and thoughtful. His mind is always occupied by battle tactics, hunting techniques, and possible theories to every mystery he encounters in nature. It appears that he has some personality traits that are new to his Clanmates. Instead of having poor communication skills and expressing what he's meaning correctly, Hollowstep has become quite persuasive and crafty with the usage of words. Then again, he was bound to grow out of the trouble with convincingly speaking fluidly with others, right?
appearance:
One wouldn't particularly call Hollowstep an unapproachable fellow, but he often appears detached and distant. He's got a light-build, with shoulders that aren't specifically broad nor terribly narrow, either. Hollowstep is covered in thick, brown tabby fur and a lot of white on his face and chest, with his paws also being this clean white color. His eyes are distinctively and vividly gold-green, not bringing much of his hidden, inner emotions to the surface. He isn't a huge cat, but leans rather toward being made more for speed than strength, even if speed is not the highlight of his talents. No matter how out of focus he is with the here and now, Hollowstep often displays his emotions well if they're strong enough. It reassures you there is actually something going in that head of his.
history:
It began as a haunting sensation; a slow-moving thought being processed discreetly in the depths of his subconscious mind. Then like a charging monster, it sped at him: the cold realization that had stunned him momentarily when it collided with his thoughts. The world looked odd, as if the earth itself felt out of place just by existing. Like a clock having been rewound, he tumbled back into the world of motion and thought. Desperate confusion became the flimsy support of his sane state of mind, and he let solid instinct replace rational reasoning. In those few heartbeats he had successfully reduced himself to nothing more than a frightened beast; unpredictable and dangerous. His eyes roamed wildly around as he backed up, that wild feeling of being cornered driving his adrenaline to the max. He switched from the shock of the unfamilar surroundings to the unrecognizable faces of others who were sprawled out all around him. Then that dreadful moment when one of the cats--as he had managed to notice what they were--lifted itself to its paws and looked at him with intent concern. "Hollowstep, honey, what's the matter? Did you have a nightmare?"
With a yowl of alarm that sent other cats jumping to their paws, the tom bolted away from the crazy mess, eyes rotating madly now as the overwhelming pressure of his unknown whereabouts, he fled through the vast forest. Over needle-laden ground that eased with a downward and gradual slope, he found himself coming back to the regular state of mind. Logic returned; the creature who acted out of instinct was being put to rest. He realized that the soft thud of paws on dirt and pine needles had changed to fine clicking. As he stood, panting heavily, he noticed that there were pebbles under his paws. Hesitantly, as if knowing and worrying about what he would see, he raised his head to stare out across the large body of water. Perhaps one of weaker mind would have hoped it to be a dream. He knew better, though. A new wave of shock overtook him, and his body trembled with the sudden dizziness he encountered. Faraway voices presented themselves distantly to his ears, as blurred shapes rushed toward him. Suddenly, he became weighed down by some invisible force. His legs buckled under him, and down he crumbled like a tree knocked over by a vicious storm.
Quick summary-- Hollowstep was the stranger.
Not that ShadowClan ever saw it that way. They knew him as the fiery, thoughtful kit that had been born in New-leaf, raised by his quiet, intelligent father and helplessly romantic mother. He grew alongside the other kits, dreaming of becoming a great warrior and imagining the legendary battles he'd fight. He'd laugh, giggle, jump, chase, pounce... Your ordinary, life-loving ShadowClan kit. Then he became an apprentice, still holding that same burning passion for his life.
But Hollowstep is not that cat.
He can only remember waking up in the ShadowClan camp, with no idea who these cats were or where he was. But these unfamiliar cats did not treat him as a stranger. In fact, they regarded him as if they had known him for moons. Uncomfortable and detached from the life he swears isn't his, Hollowstep is completely the opposite of what ShadowClan believes he used to be. He's silent and not a social butterfly with what appears to be his "Clan". Intelligent and creative, maybe, but could these really be the inherited traits of his so-called father? Hollowstep, apparently named for his soundless stalking skills, cannot grasp how he woke up in the paws of another cat. And yet when he goes to sleep in a nest that is not his own, unsettling nightmares only further his confusion and beliefs that he is not who he appears to be. The ever constant sudden mood swings and flashes of something darker beneath the surface has left Hollowstep wondering if he truly wants to find the answers he's been desiring.
sample rp:
The silence was a prisoner of the dark, deceiving fog. The moonless night cast no strange shadows, but swallowed the quiet swamp in sightless ebony. Cloaked in thick mists, the unfamiliar land became a stranger to the slumbering world. It stood, abandoned and isolated, in the far corners of the imaginative mind, giving muse for all sorts of spooky notions. Unnerving silence broke with the choppy croak of a big-throated toad, the agonizing slow sound echoing throughout the solemn territory. It rose dramatically, paused, and then fell with an airless sigh. This happened a few more times until the toad in question became utterly quiet. A soft plop of water informed the listener that the creepy croaker had slipped into the murky waters of the ghostly swamp. Nobody in their right mind would dare tread in this dreadful place, especially on a dark night such as this.
But Navigator was never in his right mind. In fact, one could doubt he even had one, if they were to know his true colors. Yet even he, the crazy leader of Forest Clan, began to regret his decision to pass along this way. Cats can see extrodinarily well in the dark, and Navigator's keen sense of eyesight further enhanced this ability. But here, in this unfamiliar and foreign land proved be of challenge to him. The best he could see was odd shapes and strange figures faintly protruding in the dark grey fog. Relying solely on guesswork to choose his way along, Navigator shuddered as he stopped walking. All around him there were objects he couldn't quite indentify. In front of him, a little ways to the right, stood something large. It was a dark grey, bulky and large, concealed partly by wisps of mist. Still in front of him, but to the left, was something hanging in midair. Thin and pointed, Navigator related this thing to three claws poking out of the fog. Sure, it might be a tree, but who could be sure? Turning his head to look at the bulky shape, he wondered what it might be. Maybe some horrible monster, waiting for him to come closer? Risking his chances, he headed toward the bulky shape, not liking the look of those three pointed branches, or whatever they were.
His troubled mind was given a bit of relief as he neared the bulky shape, recognizing it as he drew close. Of course, it took until his whiskers were practically touching it to see it clearly, but noticing this thing was only a large boulder set his confidence a bit higher. Pressing up against the only familiar object in a strange place, Navigator decided he'd rest for a bit. Feeling somewhat of security and safety here, he tried to lick his chest fur to calm himself down. Recollecting the primary reason he was here steadied his shaken nerves. Not usually so jumpy, Navigator mused at his self-appointed mission. There had been news of a strange cat straying around these parts, surely part of one of the Clans but still disturbing in the very least. Descriptions of this interesting phantom jolted his memory one day when overhearing a conversation between two Forest Clan cats. They had claimed him to be a ghost, but Navigator knew better. If anything, the claims of this cat being a ghost had confirmed his suspicions- leaving him to travel here. This was one cat he would do anything to meet again. But it had been so long... How would he be sure of this cat? Would he even recognize Navigator? Six moons is a considerable gap when you haven't seen someone for that long.
The Forest Clan leader uncomfortably twitched his tail. They had grown so far apart when he had returned, and Navigator couldn't help but wonder if it was because of him that he had left. I'm sure he'll be happy to see me. This attempt at mental reassurance did very little for the dappled tom. Arching his back in a quickened stretch, he set off again into the thick, whispering mist. It wasn't until he had been padding along for quite some time that a growing fear rose in his chest, suffocating his calmness. There weren't even shapes to be seen the in dark hue of the fog. Navigator was completely and hopelessly lost in the covering blanket of moist air. He couldn't even retrace his steps. What if something horrible was lurking right next to him? Uneasily, he crouched close to the ground, breathing heavily. Lost. The thought stole his courage and shredded his confidence. He might be acting in an undignified manner, but any cat, leader or kit, should be cautious here. There was always a chance of going in and never coming back out. No problem, I'll get out of this. The swamp has to end somewhere, right? Beginning to walk forward again, Navigator began to hear something. The smallest rustling; the soft tap of claws in followed pursuit. Freezing, the tall tom strained to hear. But as soon as he stopped moving, the sounds stopped. Experimenting with events, the spotted cat started to walk slowly forward. There it was- the whoosh of movement. Stopping immediately, Navigator caught a quiet hum of something stopping it's smooth motion and then a click of claws meeting something solid. The strangest thing, the tom noticed in horror, was that these sounds were coming from above. Jerking his head upward, he stared at the dome of fog over his head, imagining the worst. Fungus Clan's territory was said to be haunted. Could this be true? Was some floating demon of the dead stalking him like prey?
Only a few seconds went by, but to the cat it felt like long, agonizing hours. Yet as he looked upward, Navigator felt himself go rigid with fright. For one small, black beady eye stared back through the dense fog. In an instant, Navigator's fur had risen, his tail high in the air as he opened his mouth, letting out one scared warning hiss. Claws unsheathed, he groaned mentally. What good are fangs and claws against ghosts? Suddenly, the mysterious monster above Navigator cawed, the same whooshing sounds going faster this time. Dark black wings flapped grandly, brushing the fog away to reveal a striking crow, ebony beak clicking together as it looked at Navigator. The cat was still frozen, rolling over what just happened in his mind. Shakily sitting down, he grumbled loudly, "A crow! Just a harmless crow!"
characters: Twistedheart (wip) and Hollowstep
c-box name: Navigator
