Post by Smoketalon on Mar 31, 2008 19:25:48 GMT -5
Name: Sootpaw
Age: 7 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: GustClan
Physical Description: Sootpaw is a dark grey tom with gooseberry green eyes. His paws are black, as if dipped in soot, and his tail has a black tip. His body is lithe, and not very muscular-looking, but this is mainly from the sickness he’s still faintly recovering form. Sootpaw’s legs are a little longer than normal, aiding him when he decides to just run for the heck of it. His tail is also a bit longer than the norm, and it makes a very good balancing tool for when he runs.
Personality: Even though he feels somewhat angry that he was held behind the others, Sootpaw is still very curious. Of course, he has learned not to go when he shouldn’t... Alone, anyway. Whenever possible, he gets another cat, usually an apprentice, to go with him. He love exploring, and his favorite place to explore is the moor. He always manages to find something to keep him occupied there. Sootpaw gets along best with kits, because not too long ago, he had been one. Whenever he has free time, he goes and sits in the nursery, watching the kits and occasionally telling stories he’d heard from the older warriors. He’s rather skittish when too close to water, but he hopes that the fear will eventually go away.
History: Because of a sickness he had as a kit, he was forced to stay behind as his clanmates became apprentices. Sootkit had been a very intelligent, curious kit, and he adored prancing around. He’d periodically brag to his litter-mates about how he was going to be clan leader some day. Of course, what kit doesn’t? It was shortly into Leaf-fall when he managed to sneak outside the clan’s home while following a warrior. Disaster struck and Sootkit fell into the Hot Springs. The only real problem was he was too young to know how to swim properly. By pure chance, the same warrior found him and returned him to camp. The sickness induced from the near-drowning ravaged his frail body, and even when it was all gone, the Medicine Cat held him back from becoming an apprentice. Now, a month late in his apprenticeship, he desperately wishes to catch up to his litter-mates.
Role Play Example:
Sootpaw sighed and made his way over to the nursery. It was past time for him to be given a true mentor, instead of being traded off to a warrior whenever they ‘needed’ him. But here... Here in the nursery, he could sit and say he was attending to Silverkit and Whirlkit and their mother. It was luck that they were asleep when he crossed the threshold.
Their mother flashed him a knowing look and he ducked his head in embarrassment. “Sootpaw. Done with your chores already?”
The dark grey tom ducked his head slightly, staring at black paws, “Yes, ma’am.”
The she-cat gave a mrrow of laughter and hunched over to roughly lick both kits. “Wake up, little ones. Sootpaw’s here.”
Both kits were on their paws in a matter of seconds. “Sootpaw,” they cried happily. And less than five seconds later, Sootpaw was on his back, scuffling with the two kits. He was gentle - he always was where they were concerned. And the she-cat looked on with a feeling of pride and bemusement.
Other: His mother died during kitting, and he was the only one of his litter to survive.
Age: 7 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: GustClan
Physical Description: Sootpaw is a dark grey tom with gooseberry green eyes. His paws are black, as if dipped in soot, and his tail has a black tip. His body is lithe, and not very muscular-looking, but this is mainly from the sickness he’s still faintly recovering form. Sootpaw’s legs are a little longer than normal, aiding him when he decides to just run for the heck of it. His tail is also a bit longer than the norm, and it makes a very good balancing tool for when he runs.
Personality: Even though he feels somewhat angry that he was held behind the others, Sootpaw is still very curious. Of course, he has learned not to go when he shouldn’t... Alone, anyway. Whenever possible, he gets another cat, usually an apprentice, to go with him. He love exploring, and his favorite place to explore is the moor. He always manages to find something to keep him occupied there. Sootpaw gets along best with kits, because not too long ago, he had been one. Whenever he has free time, he goes and sits in the nursery, watching the kits and occasionally telling stories he’d heard from the older warriors. He’s rather skittish when too close to water, but he hopes that the fear will eventually go away.
History: Because of a sickness he had as a kit, he was forced to stay behind as his clanmates became apprentices. Sootkit had been a very intelligent, curious kit, and he adored prancing around. He’d periodically brag to his litter-mates about how he was going to be clan leader some day. Of course, what kit doesn’t? It was shortly into Leaf-fall when he managed to sneak outside the clan’s home while following a warrior. Disaster struck and Sootkit fell into the Hot Springs. The only real problem was he was too young to know how to swim properly. By pure chance, the same warrior found him and returned him to camp. The sickness induced from the near-drowning ravaged his frail body, and even when it was all gone, the Medicine Cat held him back from becoming an apprentice. Now, a month late in his apprenticeship, he desperately wishes to catch up to his litter-mates.
Role Play Example:
Sootpaw sighed and made his way over to the nursery. It was past time for him to be given a true mentor, instead of being traded off to a warrior whenever they ‘needed’ him. But here... Here in the nursery, he could sit and say he was attending to Silverkit and Whirlkit and their mother. It was luck that they were asleep when he crossed the threshold.
Their mother flashed him a knowing look and he ducked his head in embarrassment. “Sootpaw. Done with your chores already?”
The dark grey tom ducked his head slightly, staring at black paws, “Yes, ma’am.”
The she-cat gave a mrrow of laughter and hunched over to roughly lick both kits. “Wake up, little ones. Sootpaw’s here.”
Both kits were on their paws in a matter of seconds. “Sootpaw,” they cried happily. And less than five seconds later, Sootpaw was on his back, scuffling with the two kits. He was gentle - he always was where they were concerned. And the she-cat looked on with a feeling of pride and bemusement.
Other: His mother died during kitting, and he was the only one of his litter to survive.
