Post by oilspill on Dec 27, 2014 19:31:16 GMT -5
Batpaw
need to know
»clan: Windclan
» age: 6 in moons
» gender:male
» rank: apprentice
» status: healthy?
» mentor/apprentice: who?
» description: A white pipsqueak with black slivering stripes and owlish green eyes, along with ears that size of his head.[/ul]
deeper
Although named after black cave dweller, Batpaw is anyone but one except one trademark, the ears. The apprentice is actually quite pale in coloration, being a smoky white. The color he takes homage from is his mother Snowfall, and the smoky tendrils that constrict at his petite form is a gift from his father Harestep. Same is to say for his eyes, as the blue eyes his mother would have given him probably wouldn't have suited. They are a more greenish color that matches the shade of the clan’s common bedding material, another gift from his father.
» personality: Like any skinny cat that’s made for speed, Batpaw puts his advantage to good use. Facing the enemy, Batpaw’s more likely to run run run instead of fighting the good fight. If he can, Batpaw will probably throw a cat of two in the way of whatever’s chasing him for good measure. This doesn’t make him the most popular. This comes from a habit of making the apprentices mad and running to hide behind his big sister Echopaw. Yet even his sister can’t keep up with his evasive maneuvers, for a soon as he loses one, he’s sure to find another with some cruel curse of finding trouble. It’s sort of justified that he’s shaking like a leaf until the moon comes up.
When he isn’t the avoiding being the target of somecat’s wrath, Batpaw will most likely be running into the scorn of another. His loud whining, even at its lowest volume, used to make even Snowfall snap at him. Batpaw isn’t even trying! Though from experience, he’s grown akin to making distractions to get the attention off of him and onto something or somecat else. Doesn’t help that Batpaw seems to hold the dictionary for all terrible puns known to cat.
» background: The litter was relatively quiet, two out of three where calm. For that Snowfall was halfway thankful. Yet most nights she sat up trying to quiet the shrill mewls of one Batkit.
Harestep and Snowfall were polar opposites, but in a way that they cancelled each other out and they never fought. Harestep was a moderately even-tempered and stuck to the rules. Snowfall was a she-cat of icy scorn and thought deviating from the law allowed them to live a ‘fuller’ life. Around Snowfall, Harestep was a bit more daring and energetic. Meanwhile Harestep allowed Snowfall to calm down and be just a bit more gentle. It didn’t take long for the warriors to match up and ‘settle down’.
Snowfall said she regretted it everynight she had to stay up with her squeaky son, yet Harestep knew she was thankful to have been given something to fuss over. Harestep also knew that his mate was crushed when the runt of the litter went on to join Starclan. He was born abnormally small, dwarfed by Batkit and was very sick. There were too many things wrong with Cloudkit to know what exactly killed him. He looked so much like his mother, yet not sharp, more light and fluffy. Just like the clouds he was named after.
Batkit and Echokit didn’t know how to mourn for the brother they hardly knew. Echokit remained strong, trying to do all that her brother couldn’t. Batkit on the other hand, handled himself differently, getting scared by the wind, the moon, a hard spot in the nest. All the while think he was next, he would be taken just like his brother was. Batkit was never in any danger though, but that didn’t stop him.
It was his mother that Starclan claimed next. A moon before they became apprentices, Snowfall went out hunting on a relief trip. She chased a rabbit across the thunderpath, so focused she didn’t notice the monster coming. Another queen took care of the two until they became apprentices.
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immediate kin
» sons: What?
» daughters: Why?[/ul]
extended kin
» mother:
» brothers:
» sisters: Echopaw
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