tallpaw - windclan

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[atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]wind[/classy] [classy=stattop]rank[/classy][classy=statbottom] apprentice[/classy] [classy=stattop]age[/classy][classy=statbottom]6 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]light blue abyssinian male with olive-green eyes. click to view[/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]ADVENTUROUS, while this may change as he gets older, tallpaw loves to explore, hunt, and generally mess around in any way he can. there's nothing this apprentice won't try, whether it be escape the redundancy of training or smuggle his way into a patrol line. of course, these sorts of acts come back to bite him in the behind, but until they do tallpaw thinks little of his actions. still young and naive, he has a lot to learn about the world and the warrior code before he's able to fully commit himself to his clan. while appearing brave towards his clan-mates, he descends into fear of the unknown when anywhere other than his usual exploration spots. he has yet to go to a gathering because of his fear of the other clans. he doesn't understand their ways of life, and while they are all under the same sun and moon they couldn't be more different from each other--at least in his eyes. little by little he is conquering this nervousness, though, but soon will learn wariness may not always be a negative attribute. TRUE , it's a unique word to substitute for loyal, or even for brave. "true" can mean many things, such as truth. while tallpaw doesn't know everything, he is true to the heart. a real soldier of the masses, i would say. he's a kind and loving cat, who tries to put his best paw forward on all occasions. treating others with disrespect is beneath him, and while he is shy and wary of other clans, that does not mean he rejects them alltogether. talk of purity and hate bothers him entirely, and he refuses to partake in any social gathering that scorns and looks down upon other cats, even enemies. because of this, many do not like or appreciate his existence, because they see him as a threat to what they already know. still, he becomes aggressive and angry if people question the existence of the ancestors, and while respecting non-believers does not entirely acknowledge their faithful-less lives. he'll often try and change their ways, which pushes others further and further from him. while his dream is being appointed medicine cat, it will not limit his faithfulness to his clan and family.[/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]KIT, while his life on earth has been limited at best, his kitting was a calm yet painful process for his mother, fernberry. his father passed away a few moons before his conception, and fernberry had soothed herself with some herbs and ferns which clouded her thoughts and made her dizzy with giddy. in these states she would see her mate, even when he wasn't actually present. long story short, she was gettin' high, and the entire clan saw her as deranged and crazy. one night, a fiendish male named daggerfang--who previously had his eyes on the beautiful she-cat--decided making her spawn his babies wouldn't be so bad. so while she wandered the camp in a daze, calling out to her mate, he came up behind her and began to mount her. thinking daggerfang was pearbreeze, she began to call for him. the entire ordeal happened very fast, and daggerfang was gone before she came to her senses. ever since she's claimed pearbreeze was tallpaw's real father, but everyone in the clan knew he was dead. she states it was a miracle and that her mate came down from starclan to impregnate her. other than the rich experience of his mother, tallkit was raised in a very religious den. his mother, a devout believer in the ancestors and starclan, prayed to starclan as often as she could. it was quite a common site in windclan to hear fernberry muttering prayers under her breath, circling and circling the camp, rolling on her back and thumping her face upon the dirt, shouting her appreciation for starclan. while windclan had the closest connection to the stars, none of the cats went to the extent fernberry did. once, she claimed one of the ancestors came down to her, demanding she drown tallkit in an act of faith. not questioning the spirits, she picked up tallkit and trotted to the gorge, prepared to drop him over the edge. a border patrol noticed her just in time and managed to side-tackle fernberry, knocking her over just before she released tallkit from her mouth. since then, the clan deemed her an unsafe mother, and rehomed tallkit with littleroot. he lived there the rest of his moons until his sixth moon, when he was made an apprentice. he never saw anything wrong with his mother's devotion and followed her faith. he is a strong believer in the supernatural and still trusts the spirits of the forest and the ancestors to lead him to greatness.[/classy]
[atrb=style, width:450px; padding:2px;][cs=2][classy=infotop]roleplay sample[/classy][classy=rpsample] he'd never enjoyed light. Eerie, desolate, and demeaning, the elder apprentice often thought little of basking in rays of gold. To him, moonlight seemed endless, deathless, and forever. It brought comfort and warmth to those who dare sit in its light, unlike the blistering sun. Others thought him crazy. Only wolves basked in the pools of silver. Well, damned if he did and damned if he didn’t. Really. Like the dense moonlight filling the basin of WindClan, he was misunderstood. None of the other apprentices really wanted anything to do with him, resulting in absolutely no friends. On top of that, his mentor treated him as if he were a helpless baby bird, unable to do anything but sit and cry. Pathetic. His whole clan was pathetic. Disastrous. they called him useless because he couldn’t hunt or walk right. Stupid Cinderdust. The old bag of bones didn’t even have an apprentice. Raggedpaw’s own dream was to become a great medicine cat, at least then he wouldn’t be lying around in the elders’ den. But no. His certainly built a cavern of damned dreams. No, he and Cinderdust were terrible companions. It seemed like very time the tabby took a glance and the strayed apprentice, her fur rustled unnervingly. Nothing made him angrier. Heh, just like the rest. If you can’t take the heat, don’t play with fire. Even Stripestar, the noble “I’m-so-goody-goody” leader everyone adored. where exactly was he going, again? Oh yeah. Fourtrees. Recently, Raggedpaw got caught in a scrap with his mentor over something about training, leaving the big gray cat seething with hatred. Himself, however, hadn’t found the argument that devastating, prodding his disheveled warrior friend to the breaking point. Greyfur left in a huff, muttering about idiotic youngsters, while Raggedpaw ditched his duties for adventure and sightseeing. The young cat never got any, anyway. What was the harm in looking around? He hadn’t really gotten a good look at the edge of camp, possibly because he never ventured this far. Turning his head, bicolor eyes scanned the horizon, well, only one was looking. All around him stood clean, green grass. Greener than any meadow he’d ever seen. The sky, a rich, water-like blue, surrounded the surreal environment, puffy marshmallow clouds passing by without a care in the world. Large cat tails sprang out of the ground, waving peacefully in the breeze. Their long, furry ends reminded him of a mother’s soft tail wrapped tightly around her newborn baby. One lone tree stood between him and the heavenly ground of fourtrees. Raggedpaw hadn’t realized how far he’d ventured. taking a cautious step, the shaggy tom parted his way through the undergrowth. Traveling was not one of his strengths, seeing as his deformed right leg could barely keep him going more than a few hours. The sun slowly crept over rolling hills, greeting him with it’s sadistic grin. Stupid light. Because of the brightness, Raggedpaw’s vision was badly impaired. Stupid birth deformities. The wind wasn’t much help; his ripped ear possessed no sense of sound, and his other face the wrong direction. Ugh. His ear lay flat against his head, a habit he created out of sheer annoyance. Still, his journey continued until he reached the legendary trees making up the Fourtrees hollow. the legends these stones possessed blew him out of the water. Himself? Well, he’d never experienced a gathering before. Stripestar had better cats to bring, he supposed. From the other apprentices who had ventured the shortened journey through WindClan territory, he could only guess as to what they saw. Raising his head, Raggedpaw gleamed with unimaginable admiration at the four, smooth boulders, each possessing two shallow crevices where one might put their paws. What an adventure it could be. Then, out of the starless, perfect blue, Raggedpaw became a small kit again. Puffing out his chest like frog, he marched up to WindClan’s own boulder, sitting with great diligence on the smooth, worn stone. “Welcome to the Gathering,” he mumbled to himself, eyes flashing dreamily. “I am Raggedstar, leader of WindClan.” He smiled to himself, bounding off the rock and attacking a low tree branch. “Ha! ShadowClan! You won’t get much farther.” As if swooping on an enemy, Raggedpaw made an airplane sound, launching his small, scruffy body at the helpless tree branch and kept rolling, lost in the boulevard of wishful thinking. something moved, and raggedpaw stopped. Darting under a nearby fern bush, he could just make out a cat shape, but it smelled unlike anything he’d ever scented. Fish. Fish means RiverClan. Terrified, he lowered his body, trying to hide within the dense undergrowth. But the sight of this she-cat dazed him. Like most RiverClanners, the apprentice-aged female was gorgeous, possessing a sleek coat of marble tabby. But her eyes were the most impressive things. Bi colored. Like his. A calm combination of blue and off purple. But his dreams became a nightmare when her delicate face spun his his direction. Oh no. Did she see him? Raggedpaw would not choose to be the mouse in this endeavor, so with a strangled battle cry he leaped, flying low over the bushes of twigs and bramble, only to trip on an exposed root, sending him tumbling in her direction. “Owww…" he mumbled, steadying his balance as he turned his head, his fright-stricken eyes locking right on hers, only a mouse tail away.[/classy]

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