Post by hedge on Mar 4, 2012 23:38:05 GMT -5
c r o w p a w
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»clan: WindClan
» age: Twelve Moons
» gender: Male
» rank: Apprentice
» status: Healthy
» mentor/apprentice: Brightflower-Icy
» description:Awkward-looking black tom with yellow eyes[/ul]
deeper
It may not look like it, but Crowpaw is really done growing. Sadly, or not, depending on who you are, he's permanantly stuck in that gangly, long-limbed look of a young adolescent and not a cat on the verge of becoming a warrior. He's a tall thing, rising above the heads of most cats, and thin. Though he wishes he had a bit more muscle, this cat doesn't have much bulk. He's scrawny, with a general appearance that looks stuck together, at least in build. His head is a bit on the large side, with large, triangular ears that look just a bit too big for him, a thin, lightly muscled body from his thin chest down to his wiry tail. His legs are even a bit too long for him, though he manages to keep them under control and has a very graceful, confident gait, and paws that he apparently never finished growing into. He has a deep chest, and is a cat built for running fast and hard, for long periods of time. He has a short, sleek coat, kept well-groomed and free of the debris one can pick up while out about Windclan territory. He has large eyes, the color of yellowed fallen leaves that litter the ground at certain seasons. They are alert, though usually cautious and are always looking for the faces of those he is comfortable with.
In color, he shines. If the rest of his appearance would follow suit, he'd be one of the best looking cats in his clan. His well-kept pelt is a dark, ink-like black overall, with no hair a single shade of any other color. He is all black, not black with a hint of white, no faint stripes. Just the color of a crow, or maybe a raven, he is a cat better suited to stalking about at night, or in the shadows. Which he would probably prefer, as there are less cats around at night to deal with.
» personality:
Introverted, mature, kind, intelligent, confident
Crowpaw isn't a very friendly cat. It's not that he doesn't want to talk to others..he just really doesn't like to. He's a shy cat, preferring to keep more to himself than with others. He doesn't mind having company occasionally, but it's really only with one or two cats, and he knows them both very well. Outside of this little social group, which consists of his mentor and mother, he seems really..awkward. Out of place. He tends to look around a lot more, knowing more about plants and prey and training than he does social interaction, so he really doesn't know what to do. It tends to make others feel either sorry for him, or amused. It is kind of funny to watch him flounder about in a conversation. It is the one time that this sleek-looking tom doesn't seem very...sleek.
This tom acts like a cat two or three times his young age. He doesn't really play games, or crack too many jokes. He does, but again..only with the two cats he's actually close too..and he doesn't see his mother all that much..so, really only one cat gets to experience Crowpaw's occasional joke or good-natured smile. He stands taller than some, and has the appearance of looking older than he is, so why shouldn't his personality follow suit? In his profession, you can't act silly. It's an important job, he knows this..and he's going to keep this that way. He's also fairly sensible, and though he doesn't like to question it, he isn't quite sure that he's supposed to be worshipping his leader. It feels weird, really.
Despite being socially awkward and "old for his age", Crowpaw can be a rather sweet cat. He works well with kits, and knows how to weave his way around a cranky elder. He fits in right in with cats outside of his own "group", at ease with them when he's so lacking around those counterparts of his own age. It's strange, but he can't really help it. It's always sort of been that way, and it's unlikely to change..no matter how much he is pushed to get out more.
Obviously loyal to his line of work, albeit with a few slip-ups, Crowpaw is a smart cat. He has a good memory, and steady paws. He's a smart cat, he knows the rules..but sometimes they don't always make sense to him. He doesn't question too much, but as a cat with lots of time for thinking..he can't help but wonder sometimes. Why can't he do this, but why can he do that?
His confidence is a trait that really only shows up when he's working. He knows what he's doing pretty well by this point, and whenever his mentor seems to doubt herself and think things over five or six times, he's right there to tell her she's right. This is what we do here..no, you weren't wrong. I'll get this, you do this or that. It isn't that he jumps into things, for he is in now way reckless, but he's sure in himself and in his mentor, and knows that if you doubt youself..mistakes can happen.
But even if you're careful...they still seem to happen when you least expect them.
» background:
Blacktail and Duskfoot really were your, average, everyday couple. Two cats, none too far apart in age. She was instantly attracted to the long, dark black tom and his restless energy, and he thought the dark gray she-cat was mellow enough to start a family with. Soon enough, Duskfoot was moving into the nursery, though she barely looked like she was carrying anything. Blacktail tried to stick around the best he could, but he'd always been a curious tom. He wanted to see the world, and even with a growing family on the way, clan life bored him. Why had he even stayed as long as he had? So on the eve of his son's birth, he took off into the night.
Duskfoot would've been distraught, had she not been expecting this even the entire time she'd been with him. He was just that kind of cat.
Crowkit was born in the early hours of dawn, an exact copy of his father in looks, a dark sillouhette when seen from the mouth of the den. Growing up, his mother held him close..hoping and praying that he didn't inherit Blacktail's restless energy. Thankfully, Crowkit seemed to be nothing like his father in personality, and was perfectly content to hear stories about the tom that had left them both behind, all told in a positive light, because Duskfoot was still in love with her missing wanderer, and wanted his only kit to think of him as a hero and not a villain. He stayed near her for most of his kithood, until the teasing of other kits in the nursery drove him to find somewhere to hide. He was fatherless, part of a family incomplete, and they found it funny.
The gangly black kit raced across camp, slipping by accident into an unfamiliar den.It had been unoccupied at that time, but they hadn't followed him, and he sat there..pawing at dirt and watching sleeping cats with curiosity until he was interrupted by one of the occupants of that den. Startled, he turned around, but found he wasn't really in trouble. Was he okay? Well, yes...just looking for somewhere safe. Was he allowed to stay for a while? Seeing as it was the warrior's den, no..he really couldn't, but he was welcome to talk to her for a while, this nice, new stranger.
At six moons, he was apprenticed, and it was nice enough. He was still drawn to the she-cat he'd met as a kit, despite age differences and rank. She was his best friend, she understood him, and she didn't make fun of him. She was a lovely cat to be around, and she was his mentor. Oops. He could handle that, though. There was nothing wrong with a little misplaced affection, even if it didn't wear off after a moon or two, or six.
Oh well.
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