Post by deer on Dec 11, 2014 13:06:17 GMT -5
d e e r p a w
b a s i c . i n f o
bb number:
clan: windclan
age: roughly 10 moons
gender: male
rank: apprentice
status: healthy
mentor/apprentice:
description: skinny, medium-haired tom with hazel eyes and brown fur.
d e e p e r
{appearance} A jumpy cat indeed, this youngster appears a bit small at the moment. Not to say that his size won't change; especially given his breed. His fur is usually mused in some way- after all, there are many adventures to be had, and one as adventurous as Deerpaw has no time to groom himself when there are MIGHTY BEASTS (read: leaves, rocks, rotting tree bark) to be slain! Dark brown spots and stripes blend perfectly with his light brown fur; all of which fade away to his creamy underbelly. He lacks that of a long tail, making it rather difficult to climb; however, if he sets his mind to it, he will surely be able to do it. His teeth are still small-ish and sharp, like tiny needles. This would make for quite the spar- that is, if he was allowed to play-fight in such a way.\'a0\
His claws are sharp from being ground against rocks- he hopes to have, quote; "The sharpest claws ever in the history of claws! Seriously. Stop laughing." Little tufts of fur stick up from the ends of those big ears of his. He has several rather long whiskers, and hates it when others touch them; as they are very sensitive, and he may or may not be proud of how he's managed to grow them. His stubby tail is also rather sensitive, and he turns around and nips at it when under stress or when nervous.
He walks with his chest puffed, trying to appear as big and confident as he possibly can. However, when hunting or fighting, the apprentice hunches down and appears small. He's good at slipping through places and in-between cats and small spaces, which is an advantage in some of the games he plays with the others.
Overall, he physically appears rather wild. As if he was a breed of natural forest cat and not some sort of kittypet breed.
{personality}
extrovert . jumpy . proud . emotional . open-minded . friendly
dramatic . snappy . annoying . arrogant . easily startled . show-off
Deerpaw is. Well. Rather colorful with emotion.
On his good half lay many lovely qualities; an extroverted cat full of kindness. He loves making her friends, and is sure to at least try to pay them attention whenever he can. He takes pride in his appearance, as well as his buddies appearances. He can't stop moving for very long, which clearly makes hunting and sleeping difficult for him; however, it's good for entertaining kits and other apprentices, as well as sparring. He's open-minded, which means that he's willing to give anyone a shot at being friends with him- from introverts to kits to new clan members. He's practically a social butterfly, which is a pretty good thing. Even if people aren't his friends, he's very much willing to be kind to them. Little acts of random kindness are his specialty.
However.
He does have a bad side, too; that of which mixes with his good side. He's very dramatic- good at making little things seem much bigger than they really are. If a kit gets a scratch, he usually tries to get the medicine cat to wrap it in cobwebs and "Do that thing that keeps it from rotting and getting infected and stuff, please. Their life is in danger, dangit." This tends to scare the kit, and himself. He's also rather snappy. If someone repeats themselves till he does something, chances are, he's not going to give them his time again. He hears them the first time, but usually has to finish what he's doing in the first place to satisfy someone else's need, no matter the cost.
He's rather annoying. If he has his eyes on someone that he wants as a friend, he will try to draw them in. From showing off, to just overall trying to get their attention. It's a flaw of his that he realizes, and is trying to get better with.
Sometimes, the cat can be rather arrogant. He likes to show off his physical skills- as he *is* an athletic cat- but it can be too much sometimes. He can even end up mentally damaging himself or others after proving himself superior or not, which is never a good thing.
He's also pretty easily spooked. If someone surprises him, chances are, he's either going to whirl around and defend himself, or make a brake for it and run the hell off. It's partially the way he received the name deer___; as some people say he's "as jumpy as a deer."
He loves bragging and showing off in general. This is basically the same issue as his arrogance, except it sometimes gets in the way of his main objective.
{background}
He has always been a stargazer; even as a kit.
Born into a chilly fall world, the tiny little bobtail kit was deemed Deer. This was because, at the time, he was still brown; but his rear was covered in white speckles. As he developed, however, they faded away into his chestnut fur. He didn't very much fancy them, so, of course, the disappearance of those old deerdots were welcome. However, the name stuck; and he didn't very much mind it. Deer were powerful and large- as he would be too, someday.
He would always be thrilled for that day to come. Someday was what kept him going when he was upset and moody, and it's what helped him keep his head up when his mother disappeared. Her figure was always blurry to him- but so was his fathers.
No one knew where she went, but his father was bent on finding her.
"Kids," he'd said, voice hushed as he slunk through the frozen woods, three kits in tow. "I'm going to go find your mother, alright? But there are forest cats here." He'd breathed heavily as his paws dragged through the snow. Deerkit, however, managed to stay on top of it; as he was light.
His dad had long fur, but was still shaking with chills.
"The forest cats will keep you safe. Alright?" He had whispered, bright blue eyes shimmering with determination.
He was starting to get cold. Deer was shaking.
"But dad-" one of his siblings had mewled in protest, only to be interrupted by her father.
"It'll be okay. When they ask, say you're a kittypet and mean no harm; only to join the clan." He said, eyes glazing over. "Tell them Longfur sent you." He had wondered what kind of name that was, Longfur, but was far too chilly to keep his mind on that for very *long*. Deer mentally laughs at his pun. It wasn't funny because he was freezing, holy fuck. He was too much of an optimist sometimes.
He only gave a little meow in response, falling over. It was the last he saw of his father and sisters; however, he figured that those two she-cats were delivered to the other clans.
Strange, how all those clans would know his warrior name.
Hmm.
At first, Deer failed to fit into the clan life.
He'd been dubbed Deerkit upon official arrival, nursed back to health by one of the queens. He'd been hungry before joining; of course, this was normal for him, given that he was what they called a "legless kittypet". A stray. He moved awkwardly around other cats, keeping to himself because, hey, himself used to be pretty awkward.
But slowly, he warmed up.
He started showing his personality more. A chittery little fellow, the kit was known for telling childish, made-up stories of a cat named Buckstep. Buckstep seemed to love adventuring and making friends with other clan cats- which was rather unrealistic. However, he was passionate about them, and so others were somehow sucked into his little stories too.
He loved looking at the stars at night.
Sometimes alone, sometimes with friends or elders or warriors. He was mentally a dreamer. Sometimes, he'd make up stories about the shapes some of the stars made. He'd tell of flying cats and fireflies and great illuminated mushrooms. Of yellow salamanders and red lizards. Of other, horned cats. Of something more.
He was wise for his age, and, although some disagreed with him and his stories, he was usually kind to them. Or, of they continued being rude, he might have snapped.
Slowly, the now new apprentice made his own philosophy.
Of course, he never really shared such a thing when there was a "prophet" that the clan so mindlessly followed, but that was the safest way to go.
Or was it?
Thats the part where you play dramatic music in your head. Right there.
immediate kin:
mate: ---
sons: ---
daughters: ---
extended kin:
mother: unknown
father: unknown
brothers: ---
sisters: ---paw, ---kit
b a s i c . i n f o
bb number:
clan: windclan
age: roughly 10 moons
gender: male
rank: apprentice
status: healthy
mentor/apprentice:
description: skinny, medium-haired tom with hazel eyes and brown fur.
d e e p e r
{appearance} A jumpy cat indeed, this youngster appears a bit small at the moment. Not to say that his size won't change; especially given his breed. His fur is usually mused in some way- after all, there are many adventures to be had, and one as adventurous as Deerpaw has no time to groom himself when there are MIGHTY BEASTS (read: leaves, rocks, rotting tree bark) to be slain! Dark brown spots and stripes blend perfectly with his light brown fur; all of which fade away to his creamy underbelly. He lacks that of a long tail, making it rather difficult to climb; however, if he sets his mind to it, he will surely be able to do it. His teeth are still small-ish and sharp, like tiny needles. This would make for quite the spar- that is, if he was allowed to play-fight in such a way.\'a0\
His claws are sharp from being ground against rocks- he hopes to have, quote; "The sharpest claws ever in the history of claws! Seriously. Stop laughing." Little tufts of fur stick up from the ends of those big ears of his. He has several rather long whiskers, and hates it when others touch them; as they are very sensitive, and he may or may not be proud of how he's managed to grow them. His stubby tail is also rather sensitive, and he turns around and nips at it when under stress or when nervous.
He walks with his chest puffed, trying to appear as big and confident as he possibly can. However, when hunting or fighting, the apprentice hunches down and appears small. He's good at slipping through places and in-between cats and small spaces, which is an advantage in some of the games he plays with the others.
Overall, he physically appears rather wild. As if he was a breed of natural forest cat and not some sort of kittypet breed.
{personality}
extrovert . jumpy . proud . emotional . open-minded . friendly
dramatic . snappy . annoying . arrogant . easily startled . show-off
Deerpaw is. Well. Rather colorful with emotion.
On his good half lay many lovely qualities; an extroverted cat full of kindness. He loves making her friends, and is sure to at least try to pay them attention whenever he can. He takes pride in his appearance, as well as his buddies appearances. He can't stop moving for very long, which clearly makes hunting and sleeping difficult for him; however, it's good for entertaining kits and other apprentices, as well as sparring. He's open-minded, which means that he's willing to give anyone a shot at being friends with him- from introverts to kits to new clan members. He's practically a social butterfly, which is a pretty good thing. Even if people aren't his friends, he's very much willing to be kind to them. Little acts of random kindness are his specialty.
However.
He does have a bad side, too; that of which mixes with his good side. He's very dramatic- good at making little things seem much bigger than they really are. If a kit gets a scratch, he usually tries to get the medicine cat to wrap it in cobwebs and "Do that thing that keeps it from rotting and getting infected and stuff, please. Their life is in danger, dangit." This tends to scare the kit, and himself. He's also rather snappy. If someone repeats themselves till he does something, chances are, he's not going to give them his time again. He hears them the first time, but usually has to finish what he's doing in the first place to satisfy someone else's need, no matter the cost.
He's rather annoying. If he has his eyes on someone that he wants as a friend, he will try to draw them in. From showing off, to just overall trying to get their attention. It's a flaw of his that he realizes, and is trying to get better with.
Sometimes, the cat can be rather arrogant. He likes to show off his physical skills- as he *is* an athletic cat- but it can be too much sometimes. He can even end up mentally damaging himself or others after proving himself superior or not, which is never a good thing.
He's also pretty easily spooked. If someone surprises him, chances are, he's either going to whirl around and defend himself, or make a brake for it and run the hell off. It's partially the way he received the name deer___; as some people say he's "as jumpy as a deer."
He loves bragging and showing off in general. This is basically the same issue as his arrogance, except it sometimes gets in the way of his main objective.
{background}
He has always been a stargazer; even as a kit.
Born into a chilly fall world, the tiny little bobtail kit was deemed Deer. This was because, at the time, he was still brown; but his rear was covered in white speckles. As he developed, however, they faded away into his chestnut fur. He didn't very much fancy them, so, of course, the disappearance of those old deerdots were welcome. However, the name stuck; and he didn't very much mind it. Deer were powerful and large- as he would be too, someday.
He would always be thrilled for that day to come. Someday was what kept him going when he was upset and moody, and it's what helped him keep his head up when his mother disappeared. Her figure was always blurry to him- but so was his fathers.
No one knew where she went, but his father was bent on finding her.
"Kids," he'd said, voice hushed as he slunk through the frozen woods, three kits in tow. "I'm going to go find your mother, alright? But there are forest cats here." He'd breathed heavily as his paws dragged through the snow. Deerkit, however, managed to stay on top of it; as he was light.
His dad had long fur, but was still shaking with chills.
"The forest cats will keep you safe. Alright?" He had whispered, bright blue eyes shimmering with determination.
He was starting to get cold. Deer was shaking.
"But dad-" one of his siblings had mewled in protest, only to be interrupted by her father.
"It'll be okay. When they ask, say you're a kittypet and mean no harm; only to join the clan." He said, eyes glazing over. "Tell them Longfur sent you." He had wondered what kind of name that was, Longfur, but was far too chilly to keep his mind on that for very *long*. Deer mentally laughs at his pun. It wasn't funny because he was freezing, holy fuck. He was too much of an optimist sometimes.
He only gave a little meow in response, falling over. It was the last he saw of his father and sisters; however, he figured that those two she-cats were delivered to the other clans.
Strange, how all those clans would know his warrior name.
Hmm.
At first, Deer failed to fit into the clan life.
He'd been dubbed Deerkit upon official arrival, nursed back to health by one of the queens. He'd been hungry before joining; of course, this was normal for him, given that he was what they called a "legless kittypet". A stray. He moved awkwardly around other cats, keeping to himself because, hey, himself used to be pretty awkward.
But slowly, he warmed up.
He started showing his personality more. A chittery little fellow, the kit was known for telling childish, made-up stories of a cat named Buckstep. Buckstep seemed to love adventuring and making friends with other clan cats- which was rather unrealistic. However, he was passionate about them, and so others were somehow sucked into his little stories too.
He loved looking at the stars at night.
Sometimes alone, sometimes with friends or elders or warriors. He was mentally a dreamer. Sometimes, he'd make up stories about the shapes some of the stars made. He'd tell of flying cats and fireflies and great illuminated mushrooms. Of yellow salamanders and red lizards. Of other, horned cats. Of something more.
He was wise for his age, and, although some disagreed with him and his stories, he was usually kind to them. Or, of they continued being rude, he might have snapped.
Slowly, the now new apprentice made his own philosophy.
Of course, he never really shared such a thing when there was a "prophet" that the clan so mindlessly followed, but that was the safest way to go.
Or was it?
Thats the part where you play dramatic music in your head. Right there.
immediate kin:
mate: ---
sons: ---
daughters: ---
extended kin:
mother: unknown
father: unknown
brothers: ---
sisters: ---paw, ---kit
