Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 0:17:58 GMT -5
Name: Birchpaw
Age: 6 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: TreeClan
Rank: Apprentice
Picture:
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Description:
Birchpaw has a distinct appearance. His pelt a mash up of white and black fur in a mottled pattern. Though his fur is short, it does not take away from his size. Birchpaw is a large tom with a broad, regal looking face. His deep set dark yellow eyes framed by black skin around his eyes. Birchpaw has wide set shoulders and thick muscular haunches. His tail is on the shorter side and very thick. His paws are large like the rest of him, though it is apparent he still has growing to do in order to fit his paw size. With a jet back nose and black insulating fur on the insides of his ears, Birchpaw can come off as intimidating.
Description Summary:
A large shorthaired mottled black and white tom with dark yellow eyes.
Personality:
Birchpaw is oddly calm for a youngster. His past traumas having drowned out his lighter side, to the point of nearly no return. He is polite with those higher ranked than him. Curt with those of the same age. He respectful of those he deems fit, cold towards those he deems unfit. Birchpaw craves to be of use, he is happiest when put to work. Whether it be cleaning out the elder's den, hunting or battle training. He'll do it all without complaint as long as he is kept busy. Birchpaw has a hard time connecting with others. Despite this he is a lonely tom. He wants so badly to fit in, yet his size and temperament tends to scare others off. If someone was to break through his many walls, they'd find a devoted companion. A flicker of the lighthearted kit he once was. Birchpaw is also rather hard on himself. He doesn't take failure well and will dwell on it. Especially if he feels he cannot atone for it.
History:
Birchkit's life started out normally enough. His mother giving birth to him and two siblings. A brother and a sister. His father coming to visit them when they were young. He can still remember his father's gaze staring down at him with adoring eyes. Yet as he aged and started roaming outside the nursery things started changing. His father started becoming less and less involved. Birchkit sometimes caught his parents arguing in the middle of the night. Something Birchkit couldn't understand at the time. His mother returning only to whimper sadly. Birchkit did his best to comfort her, having no idea what caused her so much pain. Life went on, Birchkit grew as did his siblings. Play fighting and practice stalking filled their days. But pretty soon Birchkit's mother and father ceased speaking. Looks shared between them that of despise. Birchkit still was at a loss for what had torn his family apart. That was until the night everything changed.
He woke within the nursery to find his mother missing. Following her scent he wandered from the camp after her. He followed until he couldn't any longer, for she had taken to the trees. Overhead he could hear voices. A hiss, a yell, a panicked cry. Then a loud thump, as his mother's body fell before him dead on impact. It was only later through whispers, did he learn the truth. His father had been cheating on his mother. So she had followed him to confront him with the she-cat in tow. Only to be shoved to her death in the fight that ensued. deemed an accident the matter was dropped. Birchkit and his siblings becoming apprentices not long after. Now motherless, they are all facing the consequences of his father's actions.
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Age: 6 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: TreeClan
Rank: Apprentice
Picture:
link
Description:
Birchpaw has a distinct appearance. His pelt a mash up of white and black fur in a mottled pattern. Though his fur is short, it does not take away from his size. Birchpaw is a large tom with a broad, regal looking face. His deep set dark yellow eyes framed by black skin around his eyes. Birchpaw has wide set shoulders and thick muscular haunches. His tail is on the shorter side and very thick. His paws are large like the rest of him, though it is apparent he still has growing to do in order to fit his paw size. With a jet back nose and black insulating fur on the insides of his ears, Birchpaw can come off as intimidating.
Description Summary:
A large shorthaired mottled black and white tom with dark yellow eyes.
Personality:
Birchpaw is oddly calm for a youngster. His past traumas having drowned out his lighter side, to the point of nearly no return. He is polite with those higher ranked than him. Curt with those of the same age. He respectful of those he deems fit, cold towards those he deems unfit. Birchpaw craves to be of use, he is happiest when put to work. Whether it be cleaning out the elder's den, hunting or battle training. He'll do it all without complaint as long as he is kept busy. Birchpaw has a hard time connecting with others. Despite this he is a lonely tom. He wants so badly to fit in, yet his size and temperament tends to scare others off. If someone was to break through his many walls, they'd find a devoted companion. A flicker of the lighthearted kit he once was. Birchpaw is also rather hard on himself. He doesn't take failure well and will dwell on it. Especially if he feels he cannot atone for it.
History:
Birchkit's life started out normally enough. His mother giving birth to him and two siblings. A brother and a sister. His father coming to visit them when they were young. He can still remember his father's gaze staring down at him with adoring eyes. Yet as he aged and started roaming outside the nursery things started changing. His father started becoming less and less involved. Birchkit sometimes caught his parents arguing in the middle of the night. Something Birchkit couldn't understand at the time. His mother returning only to whimper sadly. Birchkit did his best to comfort her, having no idea what caused her so much pain. Life went on, Birchkit grew as did his siblings. Play fighting and practice stalking filled their days. But pretty soon Birchkit's mother and father ceased speaking. Looks shared between them that of despise. Birchkit still was at a loss for what had torn his family apart. That was until the night everything changed.
He woke within the nursery to find his mother missing. Following her scent he wandered from the camp after her. He followed until he couldn't any longer, for she had taken to the trees. Overhead he could hear voices. A hiss, a yell, a panicked cry. Then a loud thump, as his mother's body fell before him dead on impact. It was only later through whispers, did he learn the truth. His father had been cheating on his mother. So she had followed him to confront him with the she-cat in tow. Only to be shoved to her death in the fight that ensued. deemed an accident the matter was dropped. Birchkit and his siblings becoming apprentices not long after. Now motherless, they are all facing the consequences of his father's actions.
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