Post by flyaway on Feb 2, 2013 18:51:01 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=border,0,bTable][cs=2][classy=charname]basilpaw[/classy] | |
| [atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]river[/classy] [classy=stattop]rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]apprentice[/classy] [classy=stattop]age[/classy][classy=statbottom]ten[/classy] [classy=stattop]gender[/classy][classy=statbottom]male[/classy] [classy=stattop]sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]heterosexual[/classy] | [atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]a patched ginger and white tom with gold eyes IMAGE[/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]Basilpaw is the definition of blissful innocence. He embodies the spirit of youth and an ideal world. He has yet to experience tragedy, which has prevented him from becoming bitter or jaded. He tends to be a happy soul, easily excited. He is childish, but not unusually so. He understands enough to know when it is time to be serious, when pensive thought and seriousness are demanded. But he tends to be lighthearted and easy going. He loves nothing more than fake wrestling. He likes to puff out his chest and strut about, pretending to be a warrior much like his father. However he isn't the most outgoing of souls. He tends to be a bit timid and shy. Once he makes a friend, it is easy for him to come out of his shell. But for those first few tentative days, he's quiet. He tends to come off as one of those "strong silent types", but that is only until he grows comfortable enough to romp around and share a good laugh. He is quite shy around she-cats as well, even shyer than he normally is. This tom is definitely not gay, and his blushing bumbling attempts at flirtation show this regularly enough. He is neither unusually smart nor unusually dim and hangs out somewhere in the middle. However he does have a good head for judgment and a good degree of compassion. Basilpaw has quiet dreams. He imagines becoming a warrior, like his father and older brothers. He doesn't have any ambition towards becoming a Medicine Cat, Deputy or Leader. He prefers a simple life, calm and quiet. He has what some might call "feminine" ideals. He wants a mate, a hoard of screeching kittens, and a quiet existence. He looks up the most to his father, Bearclaw and his elder brother Kiteswoop. However, at heart, he is quite the mama's boy. He spends a majority of his time with his mother, Fallownose. And it is her he goes to when he's scared or upset. In many ways, he is still just a child.[/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]Basilpaw was born to the third litter of Bearclaw and Fallownose. Bearclaw and Fallownose were both pureborn Riverclanners, as were their parents before them. Somewhere back, Fallownose had claimed some connection to a past leader - something she held with great pride. But any noble blood had long since been diluted. They met while still young apprentices. What would later become a lasting love started as a bitter adversary. Bearclaw had always been somewhat of a braggart. He was one of those loudmouth toms - determined to prove himself the best. Fallownose, then Fallowpaw, was a bit of a know-it-all, and hated being outdone. The two were the worst combination possible. And just because fate likes to mess with the lives of the young, they happened to be trained by the same mentor. The clan had been unusually low on warriors then. They spent each training session trying to outdo each other. But amongst all that bickering and squabbling, they got to know each other. They took meals together, chatted, teased, and mocked each other endlessly. Their friends giggled, called them love birds. To this, each would react with hot denial and not a little bit of annoyance. Their warrior ceremony came and went. And, true to their nature, they were still trying to outdo each other. Who could be more silent at their vigil? The battles never ended. But that anger, the bitterness, had disapated sometime in the middle. The teasing became gentler, a laugh thrown in somewhere in the middle. And eventually, the predictions of all their friends, became true. Fallownose became pregnant and gave birth to their first litter. It seemed that litter had barely been apprentice when another was on its way. Fallownose and Bearclaw still bickered like no others, but it was with love. They teased, mocked, called each other the most insulting of names, but always with a smile. In this second litter came Kitekit - who would later become Kiteswoop. Kiteswoop was a dashing masculine tom, much like his father. He was boastful and had a grin that wooed many to his point of view. He had a booming laugh, a sort of energy about him. For a time, Fallownose and Bearclaw found themselves busy with warrior duties, with their two litters of kittens. Fallownose reasoned she was happy with the kittens she had. She was young, but didn't have a particular desire for more. Moons came and went. Fallownose and Bearclaw began to age. They were past prime breeding time. Yet, against the odds, Fallownose found herself pregnant once more. This time, unlike previously, she gave birth to only one kit. The Medicine Cat figured it was age, and chance. Little Basilkit was born, bright orange and white. From the moment he opened his eyes, it seemed he only cared about Kiteswoop. His elder brother came to visit every day, babysat, took his brother on adventures around the camp. Kiteswoop paraded his brother, treated him like the most precious thing in the world. Basilkit modeled himself after his brother, tried to do everything he did. But he had never possessed Kiteswoop's confidence, his charm. He was quieter, with his mother's intellect and his father's looks. He was apprenticed and began to train. His time with Kiteswoop grew less, but he still found himself watching his brother, watching the way he smiled - the way he laughed - the way he spoke. He envies his brother, but loves him more dearly than he could ever imagine voicing.[/classy] |
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