Post by ( finchpaw ) on Nov 5, 2011 22:00:35 GMT -5
names:
gender: male
age: 9 moons
clan: ShadowClan
rank: Apprentice
personality:
Devious: Perhaps typical of a ShadowClan cat, yet Finchpaw has fully accepted the ways of his clan; he is sneaky and proud of it. By the same token, this quality also links in to his lazy habits. For instance, he uses his devious nature to 'wiggle out' of tasks he does not enjoy so much.
Focused: Sneaky as he is, Finchpaw puts a lot of thought and energy into the warrior training he is given. He commits himself to his duties, though these usually happen to only be matters of fighting, hunting or patrolling.
Sensitive: Although this trait seems a little unrelated, Finchpaw is only sensitive in the sense that he is hurt easily, particularly regarding verbal accusations or conflict. It seems he lacks the ability to stand up for himself and would often be the 'underdog' in a fight. This is not to say he has no love or interest for his clanmates. It is just to say the most important being in his life is himself.
Withdrawn: Finchpaw is an apprentice that could be considered to be more reserved and quiet. This links in with his inability to defend himself, should he need to. Although he makes an effort with friendship, his quiet and secretive ways lead to, more often than not, tension between those with whom he talks to.
appearance: A tom that is a little on the smaller side, he stands with considerable stature, holding himself tall. He is a rather scrawny cat, though his thick layer of fur disguises this fact somewhat. However, with rather narrow shoulders and small bone structure, it is not long before his underlying size is realized. His tail is almost always raised a little in the air, the cream tip being the most prominent feature, aside from the swirled light gray markings that continue up his back and neck. His fur itself has a rather ruffled look and is made up of cream shades, primarily on the darker scale. Flecked through is a lighter gray, though these patches of gray tend to isolate themselves on key features; such as his ears, paws and tail tip. His face is completed with a rather long and narrow muzzle, fitted with long whiskers of a fawn in color. His eyes are of a dark blue - gray, framed by rather long lashes for a male. They hold a mysterious air and seem to sparkle joyously.
history:
Kithood: He was born in the late Greenleaf, the soul cat to his loving parents. He was named Finchkit due to his undersized figure; it was thought he was as flighty and small as a Finch. As a kit, it seemed he lived up to his name, becoming bouncy and enthusiastic beyond belief. He was the kit who was always getting under the warrior's paws, and play - fighting with anyone who came within his eager paw's reach. Perhaps it was because he had no siblings, but this kit did never go on to develop close relationships within the clan. This is not to say he was isolated, he simply was on relative terms with those around him.
Apprenticeship: Upon recieving his name, it seemed that Finchpaw began to take life a little more seriously. He found a sudden desire to fully emmerse himself in the path which would lead him to warriorhood. Now only a few moons into his apprenticeship, he has already he has a clear knowledge of which aspects of his training he enjoys the most. He finds he has a strong passion for fighting, and his agile frame allows him to excelt at this. By the same means, he is not unusually talented in any area; he simply has skills and interests. This apprentice plans to continue his training until he is fortunate enough to become a warrior. It seems that he is already he is yearning for his full name, which for him would give him a great sense of undying honor.
sample rp: [from another site]
The speckled ginger cat felt lost. Although not in a physical sense, her mind felt a little displaced. She lacked the companionship she knew could only be filled by that of a mate, yet she no closer to finding that perfect match. Those around her seemed to only see through her; see the surface of her. They failed to notice the complex way she viewed the world, the way that was so unique unto her. It seemed she had a label that would stick with her to the end of her days in her clan. A label that carried no good with it; only the curse of loneliness. She was considered pretty and no more than that. A pretty face; no good to any other, hardly fit to be a warrior, though she had thoroughly earned her name.
This day was no worse than others, though perhaps she had felt torment inside of her just a little stronger, for she had decided to seek refuge. She did not particularly care where; she was past that. In her mind, deep down, the farm had come to her as a place of retreat. But it was more than that; it was a chance. A chance to be around those animals, of which she knew not their names. Those creatures belonging to the Twolegs that stood contentedly, grazing, their plodding steps leaving thick marks in the grass below. As she surveyed them from an ideal post, she felt a sense of closeness that she had never felt among her clanmates. Her weary sighs echoed around the pastures, though no beast took any notice.
It seemed the landscape was at peace around her, her own troubles being the only disrupting factor. This made her dwell upon a thought that seemed to be coming more and more prominent in her mind of late. Running away had crossed her mind, many times, yet she could never quite find the heart to do so. Her family meant a great deal to her, despite their lack of support and caring. They were still blood, and this rated highly in the young she - cat's mind. The sun's gentle rays beat down upon her thick fur, warming every hair upon her pelt. Her eyelashes fluttered lazily, flickering and opening every so often, when she felt there was reason to look for a threat.
The continually grazing sounds issued from all around her, and she looked down longingly at the way the Twoleg's beasts nuzzled at each other, at times. She hated the envy that filled her heart, yet she had no way of stopping it. As time passed, minutes drifted into hours, until the young she - cat was sure she should make a return, of sorts. Her problems by no means elated, she stepped off the post, her long tail swinging in rhythm behind her as she debated the best way to jump. Her eyes alighted upon a smooth, soft patch of grass, at least, that was its outward appearance. It lay about a rabbit - length from the post upon which she was currently alighted, her muscles constantly flexing and releasing in her preparation. She knew she could easily make the jump and bared her teeth as she prepared to spring.
So intent was her concentration that she failed to notice the large horse that stood merely a fox - length to her right, watching her through widened eyes. Her legs bunching, she sprang, landing lightly beyond the patch of grass and with a fleeting sense of satisfaction that she had done so. Upon looking up, she found herself nearly face to face with the large animal, causing her to let out a yowl, sending herself back into the fence consequently trapping her pelt in the wire. Terrified, now, she watched with large eyes and trembling features. Tufts of fur along her back were caught among the wire and with its raised and rusting edges, it seemed near impossible to pull herself out without causing horrific damage to the thick, speckled fur that was her pride and joy. Her yowls were becoming desperate now, 'there must be a cat around?! Anyone?! Please, I wouldn't be calling if I wasn't desperate!' Images of dogs filled her already fragile mind, dogs with their large, snapping teeth, and the warrior cringed in terror, ripping at her fur.
characters: n/a
c-box name: Trinity
