Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2013 15:54:20 GMT -5
Name: Otterkit || Otterpaw || Ottersplash
Age: 6 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: RainClan
Rank: Apprentice
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Age: 6 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: RainClan
Rank: Apprentice
Picture:
Gallery
Description:
Otterpaw is long, lean, and lithe, like many RainClan cats, though he lacks the sleek-furred appearance of his peers. He's a little smaller than average, but it doesn't faze him. His fur is of a medium length, and floats somewhere between thick and thin, enough to warm him in leafbare, but not enough to make him sweat greenleaf. From the front, Otterpaw is a silver tabby tom, with a white underbelly and deep grey-black stripes. From the side, it can be seen that he's got a much darker covering of fur, almost like a black cape, across his shoulders, back, and sides. Beneath the black fur, his tabby stripes linger, unseen beneath the longer top layers. His medium-length fur would be a hassle to any other RainClan cat, but with Otterpaw's personality, he's perfectly okay with his soft, fluffy coat.
Description Summary:
A long-furred, silver tabby tom with golden brown eyes.
Personality:
Otterpaw is a shy cat, stammering in conversation and uncomfortable in the spotlight. He isn't one to draw attention to himself, preferring to stand in the audience rather than on stage. If ever he finds himself on the wrong side of the camera, he attempts to smile politely and gracefully bow out, though grace of tongue isn't something that comes naturally to him. He's stuttering and clumsy, more likely to make a fool of himself than anything.
Despite his shy and seeming lack of grace, Otterpaw has a beautiful and artistic mind, with a passion for the simple, beautiful things found in nature. Pretty flowers, singing birds, dancing butterflies, all seem to capture his attention and mesmerize him for a while. When alone, he moves with a fluid grace not seen when he's conscious of being watched. With movements than can be described as elegant and beautiful, Otterpaw leaps and twists in a manner contrary to his choppy, uncertain movements of every day.
He's a RainClan cat, but Otterpaw lacks one of the most important traits of this Clan -- he doesn't swim. He can't swim. He never learned how to swim, because of a great, deep-seated fear of the water. It started in his kithood, when his mother first took him and his sister for a swim. His sister took to it naturally, but he squealed and screamed and refused to go near it. There seems to be no rhyme or reason for his fear, but as he's aged, his fear has become so great that he can barely go to the stream for a drink. The sight and prospect of water scares him, and the thought of swimming causes him to panic, hyperventilate, and basically shut down completely. No coping methods seem to have worked, and he usually finds himself in the medicine cat's den after an attack, sleeping with the help of poppy seeds, until he's calmed down enough to function.
Despite his shy and seeming lack of grace, Otterpaw has a beautiful and artistic mind, with a passion for the simple, beautiful things found in nature. Pretty flowers, singing birds, dancing butterflies, all seem to capture his attention and mesmerize him for a while. When alone, he moves with a fluid grace not seen when he's conscious of being watched. With movements than can be described as elegant and beautiful, Otterpaw leaps and twists in a manner contrary to his choppy, uncertain movements of every day.
He's a RainClan cat, but Otterpaw lacks one of the most important traits of this Clan -- he doesn't swim. He can't swim. He never learned how to swim, because of a great, deep-seated fear of the water. It started in his kithood, when his mother first took him and his sister for a swim. His sister took to it naturally, but he squealed and screamed and refused to go near it. There seems to be no rhyme or reason for his fear, but as he's aged, his fear has become so great that he can barely go to the stream for a drink. The sight and prospect of water scares him, and the thought of swimming causes him to panic, hyperventilate, and basically shut down completely. No coping methods seem to have worked, and he usually finds himself in the medicine cat's den after an attack, sleeping with the help of poppy seeds, until he's calmed down enough to function.
History:
Otterpaw was born first in a litter of two, but that didn't stop his sister from taking the leading role in their relationship. Otterpaw is more than content to let his more boisterous sister take the spotlight, though, preferring to wait in the wings and work backstage. His parents, Tumblefur and Hollyleaf, were fantastic at keeping their affection for their kits perfectly even, so that neither one felt more or less loved than the other. They were kind, genuine, and fair, older parents whose love had prevailed from their apprenticeship. Tumblefur had a soft heart but tended to be a little strict, and Hollyleaf's words were always soothing, giving the truest advice she could.
With his fear of water, Otterpaw spent more time in the nursery than rolling about in camp and in the water, though his parents tried to get him to get over his fears. After the first few failed attempts, however, Hollyleaf accepted Otterpaw's fears, and remained with him in the nursery while Tumblefur taught his sister how to swim. Minkpaw took to it like a fish, and it seemed no one could get her to stay out of the water. She still tries to get her brother into the water, but he'll have none of it, preferring to keep his paws on dry land.
With his fear of water, Otterpaw spent more time in the nursery than rolling about in camp and in the water, though his parents tried to get him to get over his fears. After the first few failed attempts, however, Hollyleaf accepted Otterpaw's fears, and remained with him in the nursery while Tumblefur taught his sister how to swim. Minkpaw took to it like a fish, and it seemed no one could get her to stay out of the water. She still tries to get her brother into the water, but he'll have none of it, preferring to keep his paws on dry land.
PR Sample:
Otterpaw stepped through the trees, the dangling branches of the willows acting as a perfect curtain into a realm apart. It was quiet here, the water of the small stream choked out in this area, at the very head, where the willows grew past the source of the stream. It was his favorite spot in the whole territory, his little corner of creation. It was a place of peace, a place where he could be free of his fears, where he could shed his fur and shine anew.
A butterfly fluttered by his face, a beautiful blue and green thing, and Otterpaw rose up on his hindlegs as it circled his head. Balancing, he sat on his haunches, forepaws gently batting at the butterfly, light movements with sheathed paws. He didn't want to harm the poor thing, just admire the way it would dance around his outstretched paws. A smile ghosted his lips, and his eyes blinked closed as he breathed in the evening air.
The wind whispered through the trees, setting the weeping willow strands in motion. Otterpaw opened his eyes, a soft smile still ghosting his maw.The butterfly drifted away, and Otterpaw watched as it danced among the willows. With a gentle leap, the apprentice left his position, landing softly a few tail-lengths away, poised on the edge of a moment. With a careful breath, he leaped again, this time aiming high, forepaws batting at empty air, landing hindpaws first pawsteps away. He sat on his haunches, turning his head a heartbeat later.
The next heartbeat, he slipped forward, a long, low motion, moving forward and right. Forepaws lighted down first, followed a heartbeat later by a pair of hindpaws. Without hesitation, he sprung upward, twisting and stretching his right forepaw high in the air, landing on his haunches. Another heartbeat, and he moved forward again, back across the small area perching precariously on a root. The content of the ground made the motions difficult, forcing him to land precisely or risk losing momentum or falling over. The roots and rocks and moss-covered ground made the dance difficult, but all the more beautiful.
Otterpaw moved with a delicate, practiced ease, that didn't reveal the strain in his muscles or the power of his quick-moving mind. From the inside, he was a powerhouse, movements decided only milliseconds before they were performed, each leap quickly calculated and calibrated to perfection. From the outside, it was a beautiful, fluid series of motions, backlit by the oranges of the evening and the faded greens of the weeping willow trees.
A butterfly fluttered by his face, a beautiful blue and green thing, and Otterpaw rose up on his hindlegs as it circled his head. Balancing, he sat on his haunches, forepaws gently batting at the butterfly, light movements with sheathed paws. He didn't want to harm the poor thing, just admire the way it would dance around his outstretched paws. A smile ghosted his lips, and his eyes blinked closed as he breathed in the evening air.
The wind whispered through the trees, setting the weeping willow strands in motion. Otterpaw opened his eyes, a soft smile still ghosting his maw.The butterfly drifted away, and Otterpaw watched as it danced among the willows. With a gentle leap, the apprentice left his position, landing softly a few tail-lengths away, poised on the edge of a moment. With a careful breath, he leaped again, this time aiming high, forepaws batting at empty air, landing hindpaws first pawsteps away. He sat on his haunches, turning his head a heartbeat later.
The next heartbeat, he slipped forward, a long, low motion, moving forward and right. Forepaws lighted down first, followed a heartbeat later by a pair of hindpaws. Without hesitation, he sprung upward, twisting and stretching his right forepaw high in the air, landing on his haunches. Another heartbeat, and he moved forward again, back across the small area perching precariously on a root. The content of the ground made the motions difficult, forcing him to land precisely or risk losing momentum or falling over. The roots and rocks and moss-covered ground made the dance difficult, but all the more beautiful.
Otterpaw moved with a delicate, practiced ease, that didn't reveal the strain in his muscles or the power of his quick-moving mind. From the inside, he was a powerhouse, movements decided only milliseconds before they were performed, each leap quickly calculated and calibrated to perfection. From the outside, it was a beautiful, fluid series of motions, backlit by the oranges of the evening and the faded greens of the weeping willow trees.
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