Post by mercyette on Jun 8, 2013 2:19:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=border,0,bTable][cs=2][classy=charname]Thistlepaw[/classy] | |
| [atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]Shadow[/classy] [classy=stattop]rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]Apprentice[/classy] [classy=stattop]age[/classy][classy=statbottom]Six Moons[/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]Thistlepaw is a stark black Tom, clear down to his pads. His pelt had always been long and thick, ever since he was a kit. He got his name because his fur tends to stick up at odd ends, especially if he doesn't tend to it. He has amber eyes. LINKY[/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]Thistlepaw is a quiet tom. Once upon a time, he had been a bundle of energy and had had a zest for life. He’d had an inquiring mind and had wanted nothing more than to be ShadowClan’s greatest and more loved warrior. Of course, that had been before the accident. After injuring his leg, Thistlepaw became quiet and reserved. He hated himself for his foolishness and, though no cat ever admitted it, he felt as if others secretly judged him. As a kit, many a cat had commented on how great a warrior he would be. Now, with a permanent limp, he felt as if he wouldn’t be able to contribute much of anything to his clan. He’s now a jaded individual, and often grouchy. He hates himself for what he did as a kit. He hates that he gets to watch him brother leave the camp with his mentor and train as a warrior. He hates the piteous stares he gets from other cats – even those within his own clan. But above all, he hates that he ended up being a medicine cat apprentice. Sure, the job is important. But he had never seen himself as filling the role. He would have much rather been in the midst of battle, defending his clan. Even the more mundane jobs – like hunting and patrolling the borders seemed great compared to gathering stupid herbs all day long. He had to admit, though, he had a knack for remembering remedies. With as much as Briarleaf repeated herself, he was bound to remember! Though he is increasingly jealous of his littermate, he’d grown to have a fairly close – if volatile – relationship with his mentor, Briarleaf. She had been the one to cure him and exercise his broken hind leg. In fact, he had remained in the medicine cat den for several days after the accident, and it was perhaps then that he had grown to like her prickly temper – though he would never admit it! As such, Thistlekit is stubborn and has a temper of his own. Oftentimes he and his mentor clash and argue over things, but he has a growing respect for her. He might hate being a medicine cat apprentice, but he believes it’s where he can best serve his clan. [/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]Thistlekit came into the world on an uncommonly chilly autumn night. The moon was high in the sky, though it was obscured by large clouds, and a fierce wind blew through the ShadowClan camp. Thistlekit’s mother, a young queen bearing her first litter, had a difficult time kitting. The pains started before the sun even set that night and it was well into the night before two toms were finally born. Though the labor had taken a long time, and had considerably tired the queen, both kits were hardy and healthy. The biggest of the litter, a solid black tom with thick fur that stuck up in tufts, came to be known as Thistlekit. As a kit, Thistlekit had a ceaseless amount of energy. Oftentimes, he could be heard bounding about in the nursery, trying to play with the other kits and more than once he had been known to trample over a fellow kit or even his littermate by accident in an attempt to catch his own tail. When stuck in the nursery, he would pester his mother and the other queens with questions about anything and everything that came to mind. It quickly became apparent that he had an insatiable curiosity. When the older cats grew tired of his questions – and when none of the other kits wanted to play – he would pull away some of the grass in the bedding and pounce and play with it. Before long, his poor mother eventually let him wander outside of the nursery, if only to get some peace. Of course, that only made getting him back into the nursery for rest even harder and he typically had to be coaxed into head back in. As the weeks passed, Thistlekit came to greatly admire his fellow Clan members, especially the warriors. He would watch them leave camp with a longing expression, hoping that the day would soon come that he could follow behind them and finally see what lay beyond the ShadowClan camp. He’d begged his mother on more than one occasion to let him go outside into the forest, but she had adamantly refused, saying that he was much too young and that he had plenty to learn before he could do so. Thistlekit had heaved an exaggerated sigh, but stayed in camp. He tried to keep himself busy within the camp. He played with fellow kits, especially his littermate. Since they had grown up with only one another, they became fairly close. On occasion, he even got an older cat to play with him, but most of the time they were much too busy for the likes of a kit and his pestering questions. More often than not, Thistlekit could be found sitting in a sunlight patch with an elder, listening to stories of times long past. This, for the moment, satisfied the kit. Thistlekit’s curiosity became his undoing. Eventually, he grew tired of the boring activities within the camp. On an early winter morning, he followed the patrol out of the camp. This mother was busy with his littermate, no cats were looking, and he made sure to tread lightly so that he couldn’t be heard from the cats that made up the patrol. He followed them for quite a while at a distance. There was a shallow layer of snow on the ground, so he was able to track them easily enough. However, he soon became distracted by a Cardinal up in a nearby tree. He attempted to climb the tree, knowing that his clan members would certainly be impressed if he brought back fresh-kill, but during his ascent, he slipped on ice and plummeted to the ground. Eventually, he was found after his mother realized he had gone missing. But, unfortunately, his back leg had been badly broken by the fall. With help from the Medicine Cat, his leg healed but he had a permanent limp – one that would considerably limit his abilities. Eventually, he reached six moons of age and Thistlekit became Thistlepaw. But the poor tom knew that he had paid dearly for his carelessness. Due to his leg, he wouldn’t be a very agile or fast warrior, so he grudgingly decided to be the medicine cat apprentice, hoping that he would be able to better serve his clan that way. [/classy] |
| [atrb=style, width:450px; padding:2px;][cs=2][classy=infotop]roleplay sample[/classy][classy=rpsample] ((From a Gold Rush Era RP)) As much as Lena hated to admit it, it seemed as if she had somehow managed to fall into a patter the past several weeks. With Reuben gone working on their new home, she was felt alone to tend to the house and prepare the tavern for the days’ business. As he had assured her, he had taken on another employee, someone to help her during the busier hours of the day and when he couldn’t be around due to his other priorities, but Lena had found little comfort in this. It was probably a selfish thought, but she much preferred the days when she and her husband would work side by side in the tavern, almost seamlessly and professionally. They certainly didn’t get to exchange many words during their working hours, but just his presence – even from across the tavern – was something of a comfort. It wasn’t that she was any particular need of it during the day. No one was speaking to her in an uncouth manner, no one was intimidating her in any sort of way. Sure, she heard from teasing remarks every now and then, something things that irritated her and some that caused her to blush, but overall the men had been behaving themselves. Probably only because they were loyal customers of Reuben, and would know the likely consequences of what would happen if she happened to complain about one of them. So far, however, things had run smoothly. Or at least as smoothly as they could run in a tavern. And the extra help had certainly been a relief as well. When she felt too winded or too fatigued, she didn’t feel quite as guilty about taking shorts breaks as she did in the past, knowing that there was someone else who could take over temporarily. Still, it definitely wasn’t quite the same as having Reuben around all the time at work. And it wasn’t just at the tavern either, with his work on the house, their time for one another had been limited. But during those precious few mornings and nights they did have together, the tried to make the most of. Lena was particularly careful to keep from doing or saying anything that might upset him, always had a dinner ready – for whenever he decided to come home. She would ask about his progress, though she never inquired as to whether or not he was ready for her to come by and see his work. He would let her know eventually, and until then she would mentally check to see exactly how many days had gone by. Three weeks was his deadline after all. But she supposed that, when the three weeks were up, if he really insisted it wasn’t ready, she wouldn’t press him too hard. He was working so hard, after all. And for her. It would be wrong to make him feel guilty. But that didn’t keep the selfish thoughts at bay, wanting more time for just the two of them – especially knowing that such time was very much limited now. She just wanted a chance to get to know him a little better, to get a little closer to him. And keeping such wants at bay was becoming increasingly more tiresome as the days went by. And that was due to the main fact that she wasn’t able to get him out of her mind for more than an hour at a time, no matter how hard she tried. In the morning, her heart almost ached when she reached over and found his side of the bed empty. During the day, she often found herself wondering how he was fairing at work – whether or not he was staying properly hydrated, getting enough to eat, and not doing anything too risky. While cooking his dinner, she wondered if he planned on being home in time to actually eat it before it became too cold to do so, and, if he did arrive home early, found herself fantasizing about exactly how the night would progress. The nights when he was working late proved to be the hardest for her. Her heart felt heavy, having to lock the tavern door knowing he was still outside – and wondering if he was alright. And – though she would never admit it – she had even cried herself to sleep on a couple of occasions. Whether or not it was due to hormones was something she hadn’t figured out at the moment and didn’t know if she particularly cared to do so. She had woken up early this particular morning, only to find that Reuben had risen and left to work before she had even contemplated stirring. This didn’t depress her nearly as much as it would have any other day. Because today was the twenty-first day – the day she would hopefully be able to see their new home. It would have been an understatement to say that she was excited. All Reuben had seemed to talk about the past few weeks was about the house, and, additionally, things that she needed to think about – things that needed to be put into it and how it should be decorated. She had come up with a couple of ideas since then, but she would run it by him on his own time. And, besides, she had yet to even see the place. If how hard and long he had worked on it was any indication, she was certain it was going to be just grand. Fortunately, the morning had run smoothly enough, with enough work to be done to keep her head and hands busy and off of other things. Now that the day was entering early afternoon, the flow of customers seemed to increase and after a while, the last thing crossing Lena’s mind was Reuben or the home. She was much too busy delivering orders, picking up empty glasses, and wiping down dirty tables. It was while she was moving from one such table to another that she felt someone’s arm around her waist and she nearly jumped out of her skin. In fact, poor Reuben came very close to having an empty glass hit him. If she hadn’t taken a moment to register his voice, he would have likely had to pick glass shards from his forehead. Swallowing, and settling her heart back into her chest, she turned her head to face him, though she didn’t move away from his grasp. “Good Lord, Ben, you just scared ten years off my life.” She hoped that no one else had observed her jumpy behavior, but – given exactly how many pairs of eyes were on them both – she highly doubted it. He asked, then, how were day had gone and whether or not he could steal her away for a while and she couldn’t help the smile that managed to instantly appear on her face. “Steal me away?” she echoed, feigning ignorance. “And where exactly would you want to steal me away on this twenty-first day?” She turned to him then completely, her excitement betraying her, showing exactly how eager she was to see the new place they’d be living. “Is it really ready? Can I go see it?” Frowning slightly, she turned to look at his other employee, worried. “Are you sure we should leave just yet, though? It’s awful busy – I’d hate to leave him completely on his own…” Truth be told, though, she wouldn’t need much convincing to leave her position at the moment.[/classy] |
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