CEDARCLAW | TIMBERCLAN (complete)

[cedar]

NAME// cedarclaw.
AGE// thirty-one moons.
GENDER// of the male variety.
CLAN// timberclan. derpclan
DESIRED POSITION// warrior.
SHORT DESCRIPTION// a short-haired light gray and tan tabby with golden-yellow eyes.


DESCRIPTION//

starting with the body structure, all can tell that, although somewhat stocky, this guy's got some muscle. it's not all muscle, some is actually fat, but it doesn't stop this warrior's athleticism. he's got thickly built legs, somewhat shorter but still stocky and relatively powerful. he can't jump as high as some cats, nor can he run as fast and far as others, but he's got a mean fighting technique that he isn't afraid to use. he's got a wide chest and a small head placed atop a thick and short neck. he's definitely not as lithe as other cars, but like said earlier, he makes hay where the sun shines, and uses his strengths as much as he can. his body-size is fairly average. not too long, but not incredibly short, either. his tail is quite long, which helps when it comes to balance both in hunting and in battle.

the head. where to begin. it's quite interesting, his head. both the size of it and what goes through it. his head is smaller, compared to the thickness of his body. it strays from the slight tabby coloration of the majority of his body, in which his head is mostly a light gray mixed in with various shades of tan. there aren't many stripes to be seen on his face, apart from two that move up from the inner slope of his golden-yellow eyes and then meld into the dark gray and tan fur that lines the area below his ears. he's got a short bridge to his nose, and his nose is a light salmon color. above the nose is a little bit of silvery-gray fur that wraps around his maw. whiskers sprout from the male's cheeks, as white as snow. the top of cedarclaw's right ear is shorter, due to an attack from a fox when he was merely an apprentice.

the next thing that needs addressing is...well, the rest of his body. starting from his chest, we all see that it's short and stout. ringed with grey and tan stripes, the color eventually turns into a mere dusty0tan color as it works its way toward the male's underbelly. there are a few faded stripes that weave their way around the male's forepaws, but nothing too outstandish. the outer-area of cedarclaw's forepaws are the light grey, whereas the inner-section of his forelegs seem to be marbled with both the grey and tan colors that encompass the entirety of his body. his forepaws are large and seem to have a collective brown colors throughout the fur and the pads.

now, the male's underbelly seems to continuously stay tan until it reaches the inner-fur of his hind legs. but, the sides and back of cedarclaw tend to keep the grey color through and through. a little tan may be found here or there, but it seems to be relatively gray. the male's forelegs are colored similar to his forelegs, where the inner area is tan, and the outer fur tends to be grey. they are short and stocky, but contain power and muscle. and some fat. let's be honest here. his tail is long, and messily ringed with light greys and tans, tipped with a unique marbling of both colors at the very end.

PERSONALITY//

i try my absolute hardest to bring out the kindness in others. i know that every cat is born with a heart. and within that heart is some kind of emotion that brings out a happy feeling, whether it be smiling at a joke, or even laughing at a mistake. i enjoy making cats happy. although i see this as a strength, many can view this as a weakness. some cats call me annoying but i don't let it bother me. if it makes them feel good, calling me something that may upset another cat, it actually makes me feel okay about myself. at least they don't call me perfect. i've never been called perfect in my life, and it's one of my pet peeves. no cat is perfect. when i had my first apprentice, i never uttered the word, not even to make them feel good about themselves. every cat needs improvement on something, and once fully reached, there's always something else that needs working on.

i consider myself to be relatively serious, but at the same time, i try to incorporate sarcasminto conversations, as well. words come to me easily. i am serious when i need to be. when an apprentice misbehaves, a smile will not be the first thing they see on my face. i'm normally a relatively nice guy, but i do not tolerate mouse-brained mistakes. i can laugh and joke all i want, but when something goes amiss, i am on it. when i talk to other cats, words come slip off my tongue easily. once again, this can be considered both a strength or a weakness. i can see it in both ways. i'm a really easy cat to talk to. come to me with a question, i'll try to answer. but sometimes it's not the answer they're looking for. sometimes i'm a little more direct and harsh with my answers, which, instead of making cats feel better...they feel worse. i enjoy giving advice, but one of the traits i've gathered from my mother? sometimes the advice i give doesn't exactly help. it might be truthful, but as much truth as it contains may hurt the cat when push comes to shove.

one of my favorite things to do is fight. if an apprentice wants some help with some fighting techniques and their mentor isn't available? i'll gladly step up to the plate and help them out. i may not be the most experienced, but strength is on my side. i've got brains on my side but sometimes experience weighs out over the smarts. most of the time, they even one another out, but i'm still young, and i know it. i use is as an advantage, making my life a giant learning experience. i still ask older warriors advice. but, i use my brains to answer questions that younger cats ask me. i remember being an apprentice. so many questions, and so little time to ask them. when you aren't training, you're sleeping, on patrol, or helping the elders, so there's plenty of time to talk...but not a lot of will to ask the questions they want to ask. i probe their minds, try to figure out what they're thinking. it's easy...but it's hard. i like to get close to others. i enjoy having friends, but sometimes this causes more problems than it does help. it depends on the cat, and so sometimes the experience is less than helpful for the both of us.

EXPERIENCE//

i don't really have an extraordinary history. it's not that cool. both of my parents were born in vertigoclan. i don't have that sappy 'ah, well, one of my parents was born in celestial and the other in zephyr and everyone hates me, so you should feel sorry for me' kind of story. sorry to disappoint. my parents loved my siblings and i all equally, and we were treated well. my mother's name was poppyfeather. my father's name was lionpelt. they were both tabbies. i took a little bit from both of them. i have my father's eyes. i inherited a little bit of his coat color, too. the tan. i have my mother's face and her features - the nose, the long whisker, the long tail and short legs. they loved each other a lot. i may not be very old, but they both died. my mother from sickness and my father in a stupid battle that he shouldn't have died in. but that's life, and i've moved on. i think about them all the time, but i'm reminded on both of them when i think about myself, including my appearance and my personality.

i have two other siblings that were in my litter. there are two more that are younger than i, but we don't necessarily talk much. i mean, we get along, but we don't go out of one another's way to either stay away or get closer. it's just how it is. i'm really close to my other siblings. once again - no sob story here - i don't hate any of my siblings and wish them death from my own claws. they weren't abandoned and i wasn't either. i lived a normal kithood and a relatively normal apprentice-hood. my father was extremely close to my mentor - his name is dewstripe. he still lives, and we are also really close. he saved me from when i was a mouse-brained apprentice and went off with some friends to go pick out a fox's scent that was found in the territory. we didn't know it would actually be there. we thought it was stale. but, i ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong group of cats and ended up getting a little bit of my ear bitten off. i look back at that and laugh.

i was named a warrior a few days before my mother caught ill. i was nineteen moons old, young and stubborn. when she died, i was upset. i channeled my sadness into better training for myself, and spent a lot of time outside of the camp, where, now that i look back on it, i should have spent helping my father cope. he was unhappy. my siblings were still young, almost apprentice-age, and they were sad and he didnt know how to deal with it. but, he got over it, just as i did. we moved on. a few full moons later, and he was gone as well. a hunting party turned battle party. all the members arrived back, but my father? he came back differently. he was placed on the backs of two of the other warriors. i was on watch when they arrived. just one more thing i needed to use to make myself stronger, i suppose. it's life. life means death, and if it comes a little earlier than expected...well, it's life.

i've used those deaths to work on who i am both as a clanmate and a warrior. i try to harness my mother's inner strength and kindness and my father's sarcasm and strength in battle. they made me who i am today, and i use myself to let others see that.

OTHER//

I'M BAAAAAAAACK <3 i love you all so much!

[lily ♫]

accepted.