Creekpaw of RiverClan

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[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]9 moons[/classy] [classy=stattop]gender[/classy][classy=statbottom]male[/classy] [classy=stattop]sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]demi[/classy]	[atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]a heavy-set gray tom with white accents and dark green eyes. clickie![/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]Creekpaw is a dreamy soul. He tends to be air-headed and lose himself in thought. There are plenty of times where he is bored of plain life and imagines himself a different life. One where he's the leader of a rogue group or maybe even a medicine cat of RiverClan! Anything that interests him tends to be tested out as a vivid daydream. Creekpaw also likes to pretend he has a twin brother, Leo and best-friend, Shadow. Sometimes, he catches himself speaking to those two very precious figments of imagination. Oh, how he wishes they were truly real! If only they were real. Then, he wouldn't feel so lonely all the time. All this little fuzz-ball yearns for is love. Surprisingly, it's an adult type of love that includes both cuddles as well as those sweet words often heard spoken between mates. Creekpaw wants it all. To him, it doesn't matter if that love is with a tom or she-cat, he just wants to feel needed. This is something he's wanted since quite young. Whether it be pain, tragedy, whatever, Creekpaw is willing to do anything and go anywhere to feel whole. To have someone to cherish and protect him for once. That being said, Creekpaw is definitely not a dependent guy. No, he feels rather uncomfortable depending on others. Besides, nobody seems to want to coddle him like he does every other damn cat alive. They leave messes, trouble, danger, hunting, chores, all of it in his paws for him to deal with. At the beginning, he didn't mind much. Cleaning bedding and such allowed his mind to wander. But, it gets old fast. Creekpaw refuses to say a word about it though. No, that would be too much trouble and complaining that would take up his precious, short nap time. Dominance is something that Creekpaw has always had access to. Yes, he is built as heavy as a boulder and has the eyes of a pissed serpent when he chooses to; however, dominance is something that rather disgusts Creekpaw. Having grown up around it excessively, he much prefers a low-key life. Peace and dreams are what he cherishes most aside from his relationships. This guy tends to be more submissive, but will bite back if he loses patience. This is rare. Although young, Creekpaw is very intelligent. Sure, he shows none of it what with his timid outer shell and goofy attitude around friends, but he is a smart cookie when he so chooses to be. Yes, give him a word, scenario, sentence, quote, etc and he will dissect it to tell you exactly what the underlying meaning may be. His mind has a natural adaption to puzzle-solving and such, so he's the tom to go to with riddles and such. [/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]It all started out well for Creekpaw. His mother, Cinderbelly was a jolly darling and had loved two cats which fought for her stubbornly. One was her brother's friend who was serious and mysterious. He was called Bouldertooth and had a serious look to him, but was in all actuality, a warm, teddy bear of a guy. The other was definitely terrible for young Cinderbelly. He got her to steal herbs from the medicine cat's den and addicted to their affects. This delinquent's name was Ferret-throat. Trouble personified, he was a very bad influence indeed for the young she-cat. So, Bouldertooth insisted upon her choosing him. And choose him she did! They had a kit later named Tidefang who was handsome and popular from the time he could romp around. Three moons later, they had Creek-kit. He was wickedly smart and a sweet soul, but isolated himself. He insisted on following his father around and ignored his mother who appeared to be as uninteresting as his 'hot' brother. Everything crumbled all too soon though. At four moons of age, Creek-kit and his older brother, Tidepaw witnessed their father drown himself in the river. Tidepaw had convinced the little tom to sneak from camp so he could be the first in the nursery to know of their territory. This was shattered when they saw the bulky body of their beloved father float to the shore. Rushing toward him, Creek-kit had wailed into the soaked fur of his best friend. No longer would he shadow the warm tom or cuddle him on stormy nights. He had killed himself for a reason unknown and it had crushed the kit's spirit to bits. Creekpaw will never know exactly why his father had done what he'd done, but he is slightly grateful for it because he found that his mother was the sun in his dark world. Ever since Ferret-throat and her have gotten together and he has known Ferret-throat's bratty kits however, his life has been damp and a living hell. He hates everyone for oppressing him and vows to never truly believe in anyone until they prove themselves true in this fake world. For now, Creekpaw is content to know his far more intelligent than his step-siblings, Butterflypaw and Weaselpaw. They are both stupid and vile in his mind yet others adore them. What a petty world this is.[/classy]
[atrb=style, width:450px; padding:2px;][cs=2][classy=infotop]roleplay sample[/classy][classy=rpsample]A shadow could be seen, slinking through the sun-dappled forest floor. The thing was, this shadow wasn't really a shadow at all. By his cold yellow-green eyes and a large, puckered scar along his side, you could tell this shadow was in fact a living being. His long, fluffy tail and triangular ears atop his boxy head would reveal that he was a cat. By is build you'd figure him a ferocious warrior. Sadly, he was a mere apprentice. His bright eyes flitted across his surroundings carefully, with a mistrust that would make anyone who didn't know him think him a trespasser; however, that he was definitely not. The thick-furred tom was indeed a resident of ThunderClan, but he could hardly be seen as one by even his Clanmates. His cynical and sarcastic attitude toward them was chilling;acting almost like a repellent to his Clan. Those who were irritated by this however, would more often than not try to change him and mold him into something he didn't want to be: inviting. No, that would mean chatting uselessly and bowing his head to baboons. Who would want a tiresome life like that? Being with-drawled and alone suited the inky black feline just fine, thank you very much. Well, with the exception of his few comrades: Leopardpaw, a witty thing to say the least; Egretpaw, a delicate and thoughtful dear; and last, but most definitely not least, Magpiekit. The little black and white fluff-ball was Coalpaw's soul reason for living. He reminded him so of his late mother, Heavyfeather with those lively green eyes and that fluffy fur. Yes, he made sure to cherish each of them as best he could. Leopardpaw was always helping with his brother and he made sure to help her in return with her mentor and such. She was definitely something very important to Coalpaw; something so precious to him that he himself didn't quite understand it. They had a chemistry that went deeper than a brother-sister relationship. Shaking his head, the panther-like apprentice realized he had stopped in his tracks and begun to stare off into space. He scolded himself for such stupidity and looked around warily. Fool! You need to concentrate. Do you want history to repeat itself? muffling a hiss, the now alert tom sniffed the air for any foreign scents. You're lucky you weren't attacked while you were in la-la-land, mousebrain. What would Rookfang have said? Coalpaw thought harshly to himself after finding no scent other than the pre-springs scents of buds springing up and new grass sprouting. He visibly winced at his own ice-sharp thoughts but forced himself to move and glide soundlessly over the melting snow with the grace only a cat could muster. Lifting his dark nose to scent the air once more, he could smell as well as hear a nearby squirrel snuffing around for food in the slush. The shadowy feline tilted his head and focused a narrowed yellow-green eye directly on a gray creature digging and scurrying about. Smoothly and stealthily, Coalpaw slid into a hunter's crouch and stalked the bushy-tail rodent. Slowly setting coal black paw after coal black paw in front of the other, the tom advanced on the ignorant creature with the purpose and gaze of a predator. Unlike in front of his Clanmates, Coalpaw hunted with grace and dignity. When on his own, he didn't just scoop his prey up carelessly. No, he advanced on it silently, using all he'd learned from Rookfang to sneak up on his target. Then, when he got close enough, he'd bunch his muscles and fly at the potential kill with claws outstretched for the feeling of its warm flesh surrounding them. And finally, after he got his claws in the shocked creature, he would break its spine for a merciful death. Now that was what he had planned, but unfortunately, not all plans work hey way they are thought up. The crack of a braking stick sounded and sent the squirrel in a blur of gray fluff up a tree. Twisting his head to and fro for the source of the sound, Coalpaw was tensed from toe to ear in a mixture of fear and surprise. When his gaze fell upon a deer, the apprentice growled softly in irritation and stalked stiff-legged toward a giant tree known as the Great Sycamore. Clawing his way deep into the branches of the landmark, he hoped to hide away in it forever; to never be found by anyone and have to face his 'father' or older brothers again. He didn't want to go back to a place where he was seen as a bother or screw-up. Coalpaw didn't ever want to have to hear his retched father's voice booming at him to stay away or calling him a killer. Sometimes, it just felt so unbearable. Sometimes, the young cat felt like he could just brake and no one would really notice or mind. But then he remembered Magpiekit. The poor kitten was in the same boat as he and Coalpaw didn't ever want his precious kid brother to feel the loneliness or hurt he'd felt. Not ever. So Coalpaw had to live for him. He had to pull himself together time and time again because that's what his mother would want and what Magpiekit needed. Coalpaw needed to be stable and steadfast to protect the thing he loved because that was what planted him to the world. Sprawling on the sturdy branch that held only a thin layer of frost now, Coalpaw let his thoughts wonder as he stared out into the forest. His gaze so much like a bud about to burst with a flower inside roved the trees and floor for life. They watched the birds chirp and fly and the squirrels climb and leap from their trees. Life was coming back to the slumbering forest. Is it a sign I'll come back soon as well? he thought longingly. Suddenly, everything snapped back to reality and Coalpaw's heart stopped. The scent of a fellow feline had assaulted his nostrils and invaded his thoughts. Narrowing his eyes, the black tom decided to play it cool and rested his broad head on his paws, closing his eyes and slowing his breathing as if he were sleeping. Then, he awaited the on who intruded on the forest; his forest with only his ears to tell him where they were. [/classy]

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