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Post by aero ❥ on Jun 23, 2012 18:59:40 GMT -5
NAME// Bristlepaw
AGE// 8 Moons
GENDER// Masculine
CLAN// Shoreclan
DESIRED POSITION// Apprentice
SHORT DESCRIPTION// Small ticked tabby with hazel eyes.
DESCRIPTION// He hasn't done all of his growing yet, but you can tell this little tom wont get much bigger. He is on the thin side, not much muscle mass to him. His fur is short and ticked, no defined lines even though he is classified as a tabby. Sandy browns fade into ashy tones. He's got a little russet smudged across his nose. His eyes are peculiar - a golden hazel they seem blurry, as if the colors were put in a blender. His pupils are thin and tiny, and his entire eye has a sheen, such as a gloss making them very reflective. As though they were made of glass.
PERSONALITY// He looks like any other young cat, but he's most definitely out of the ordinary. A very simple creature, Bristlepaw has no imagination. Outside of what he knows and sees to be real, in his mind it can be no different, nothing else. He can't get pictures of objects or cats others talk about, it's as if they're simply shadows without an identity. Cruelly, you could call him stupid. He doesn't grasp most concepts or understand how most things work - to him they just tend to simply be. He often needs instructions repeated before he knows what to do, and has little confidence in his abilities. It's all he can do to appear equal with everyone else, to learn to hunt and preform basic battle moves. He isn't smart enough to really be embarrassed, and is very innocent when it comes to believing others. Saying something bad about him to his face, he'd be ready to forgive you in an instant if you said sorry (And even if you didn't say sorry.). He believes everyone is friendly. Without knowing, he depends heavily on others. The unknown - whatever that may be - is frightening to him. Anything new is a danger and should be avoided. He is scared easily. The little tom is very loyal though, doing anything for you he could even if it caused him pain or discomfort. He is terribly polite, and shy around she-cats. Especially if he thinks they're pretty. And though he has no imagination and fears the unknown, he believes in Starclan and takes their presence very seriously. He was taught to do so since early kithood.
EXPERIENCE// He was the only kit to survive in a litter of three, one born dead and the other dying within it's first moon of life. His mother, Brambleberry, was a average queen who very much loved her surviving kit. Ignoring his faults as if she were blind to them, she raised him to be good and mannerly and appreciate life - and always pray to Starclan with strong faith, for he himself was a miracle. His father, a middle aged warrior, wanted nothing to do with him once he found out about Bristlepaw's...simplicity. His mother told the young tom that his father was dead, and made it clear no one was to ever tell him the truth. In essence growing up in the floods, he knows little else besides caution and chaos and fear. As a new apprentice, the same moon, was the time when Zephyrclan moved to Vertigoclan. It was also the moon his mother drowned. Now starting his eighth moon just before the journey.
OTHER// He is only going to live until the end of the journey. If anyone want's their cat to be the 'secret' father hitmeup C; |
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Post by Dusk on Jun 23, 2012 20:29:21 GMT -5
this one will make me cry in the end i just know it.
~acceptificated~
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