[Phoenix]

Name: Wormkit > Wormpaw > Gorsetail
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: TreeClan
Rank: Warrior

Picture: One - Two- Album

Description:

The runt of the litter, Wormkit, will never be as large or powerful as his siblings. Though he isn't thin enough to warrant the use of the word 'frail', he certainly lacks the bulk and build that his brothers have. Small in size, he is fairly unassuming, and in his mind, he lacks any distinctive qualities that make him stand out from the rest. His short fur does nothing to hide his lack of muscle and only serves to emphasize his leanness. His limbs appear long and lanky in comparison to his size, though he is learning how to use them with minimal clumsiness.

His pelt itself is an interesting mix of gray and brown. In the light, the lighter tones tend to be highlighted, making him look more gray than brown; however, the browns show up in darker situations, changing his appearance back to his usual gray-brown mix. Black stripes litter his body, becoming more visible along his legs and on his face. Green ringed with yellow, his eyes give him an odd look, though he does not often give others the chance to notice this, as he keeps his head low. Even if they look a little out of place on his small head, his large, sensitive ears are keen enough to pick up on the smallest sound.

As he grows older, the gray will begin to fade from his pelt, leaving him with a light brown base color and black tabby stripes. The black stripes will become darker and more distinct with time, even beginning to merge together to shade the back of his legs a dark color.

Description Summary: A small, unassuming tabby tom with a brown-gray pelt, black stripes and yellow-green eyes.

Personality:

Far quieter and subtler than his two siblings, Wormkit is a thinker rather than a speaker. Using his mind to make inferences rather than coming up with plots to attract more attention, he has made numerous observations about clan life that will no doubt help him in the future, and should anyone stop to listen, they might be surprised at what he has noticed so far. On topics that he feels particularly strongly about, he has formed his own opinions with facts to back them up, a feat usually not expected of a kit. However, few cats, if any, realize and recognize what he has to offer to the clan, and though he is one of them, he makes no effort to make that information known.

Overlooked and generally unbothered by it, he is perfectly content with letting his siblings shine in the spotlight while he moves off to the side to watch. Unlike his brothers, he has never felt truly comfortable when all eyes are on him, and it did not take him long to realize that he has a natural quality of “invisibility” to assist him in shrinking back into the shadows. Due to his small size and quiet tendencies, he rarely attracts any attention on his own, and once the spotlight no longer rests on him, most tend to forget that he is there. He often sits there quietly, willing to let the others speak over him and carry on with their conversation. His quiet nature and unremarkable normality lends itself to the potential of spying on others, but using his “invisible” quality for purposes such as that has never crossed his mind.

Instead, he has discovered that he prefers to work undercover without malice at heart. After seeing the genuine joy and relief pass over the expressions of cats when they receive what they need, he has decided that he wants to help more of his clan mates experience that wonderful feeling. Quietly, he tries to manipulate situations and help others as much as he can, preferably without them knowing. He knows that his endeavors would be considerably easier if he went up to the cat and asked how he could help, but that situation requires placing himself in the forefront of every cat’s mind. Rather than being upfront about his task, he chooses to observe and listen, then help in what way he can. He does not want the recognition that would otherwise follow his contributions. For him, the knowledge that he has made a cat’s day is enough. As a kit, he has only recently started this habit, though it is one that will continue throughout his lifetime. The modesty required to prevent him from sharing his accomplishments comes naturally to him, and it is rare that he will even recognize his own success.

Though he acknowledges the importance of both, he values the intellectual rather than the physical. A favorite past-time of his, apart from helping others, is to find out the reason and gain an understanding of the world around him. Instead of just accepting that an event happened and it is unchangeable, he takes it a step further, asking why that happened, and if it yields undesirable consequences, how to prevent it in the future. Logical and rational, he prefers to figure out the answer for himself, rather than ask questions and have it told to him.

Ultimately he is and will remain an adaptable cat, willing to change in order to suit others’ needs and desires. His appreciation for anonymity and insignificance shows through his tendency to remain quiet and let others do the speaking.

Warrior duties and his time as Lionstar's apprentice have prevented him from focusing on his small acts of kindness as much as he would like, but that does not mean that Gorsetail values them any less. Despite the bullying he received as a young cat, he has managed to keep his heart open and warm. This quiet care and concern for others is evident in the way he will inquire about another's day or give a clan mate a shoulder to cry on. A tom with little malice in his heart, only wants to make everyone happy or at least make the pain go away for a little while.

Though he is now more mature and comfortable in his own skin, Gorsetail is still not fully at home when he is the center of attention. Standing in the spotlight does not come naturally to him, but his ability to handle it has improved. Having grown into a pleasant and responsible young cat, he has found his own small circle of friends and time and experience have allowed him to get better at speaking up for both himself and others. He has a confidence now that he lacked as a kit. No longer does he spend as much time making himself feel guilty for not preventing events that were outside of his control.

History:

The story that chronicles the birth of Wormkit and his siblings has two versions. One consists of known facts and only slight speculation. The other, made of the whole truth, is shrouded in mystery.

His life began in New-Leaf, as most life does. However, that was the only normal circumstance in the story surrounding his birth. He was born far from the safety of the nursery, nestled deep within TreeClan territory; instead, he breathed his first on the frequently patrolled border between TreeClan and NightClan, on the Deer Path. Though and his siblings were healthy, if not small, their mother was not. Curled around her kits, protecting them from the elements and any watchful eyes, she died of blood loss. Not even minutes old, and he had already lost a cat.

However, he gained two new ones. Lionstar, then Lionstep, and Emberstorm discovered them on the border, mewling helplessly within the confines of their mother's body. They were rescued by the two, carried back to camp and placed safely in the nursery where they belonged. Though they were unaware of it themselves, the three kits, named Wildkit, Wavekit, and Wormkit, had become the objects of curiosity and countless speculations. Rumor had it that they had both TreeClan and NightClan blood flowing through their veins.

They could not be more wrong.

Rightful TreeClan cats, they were the result of a one night stand gone wrong. Willowbreeze was never supposed to have kits, and they were never supposed to exist. They were a mistake, and the instant Sparrowclaw found out that the she-cat was expecting, he tried to fix it. Intending for the she-cat to die by the border, the respected warrior had convinced her to leave camp. But the best laid plans always go astray, and instead of dying as expected, Willowbreeze began kitting. Unprepared for this sudden occurrence, the tom fled, leaving the she-cat and her kits behind.

Despite the air of mystery that surrounded the incident of their birth and subsequent discovery, Wormkit has never given it much thought. Of course, he was curious at first, but after hearing the story multiple times, he finally realized that they knew very little about the whole incident. Instead of investigating it, he chose to let it be. It was in the past, and it had already happened. There was nothing they could do about it, regardless of the rumors and speculation that seemed to encircle them. Perhaps they were part NightClan cats. Perhaps they were full-blooded TreeClan ones. But they already existed, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Though the three of them shared the same blood and mysterious past, the difference in them was obvious, even at such a young age. Wildkit was hot-headed, rambunctious and nearly uncontrollable. Wavekit was more reasonable, much more of a problem-solver than the eldest brother. Wormkit, on the other hand, was quiet and insightful. Wildkit decided that he would lead their group, and while Wormkit had no objection to it - he had no desire to lead, as it resulted only in more attention being cast on him - Wavekit took it upon himself challenge his sibling at every turn. Content with letting his brothers unleash the full forces of their ire on each other, the runt of the family took the time to keep to himself and the company of his thoughts.

RP Example: N/A

Other: Part of the Bond of Brotherhood plot