Post by KARAZHAL on Sept 8, 2019 18:55:53 GMT -5
glacierpaw
MALE - 6 MOONS - APPRENTICE OF TREECLAN
A LONGHAIRED SILVER TICKED TABBY TOM WITH GREEN EYES
appearance
Glacierpaw is a silvery-gray tom. He has a ticked tabby pelt, so his dominant agouti genes mask the typical tabby stripes and break them up across his long fur. The stripes are restricted to his forehead (the "M") and his legs. He has a dark guard hairs, and his undercoat is threaded with soft gray-white down. He's a Longhair breed-wise, but his pelt is more dense than long. He owns a thick mane, a ruff of white around his neck making him look like a 16th century painting of Queen Elizabeth I. Glacierpaw keeps his belly fur thick to protect his stomach. When sitting, it bunches and spills over his feet, showing off the gray down. Glacierpaw's tail is long and willowy, made thick only by the long fur draping down it. A stripe of dark fur, one that came all the way from Glacierpaw's thoracic spikes, streaks to his tail-tip, leaving the underside to its usual grayish-white tone.
He was named for his pointy, looming physique and his flat, impassive face. For an apprentice, he is an extraordinarily tall tom. He came into camp standing on gangly legs as if they were stilts, and Glacierpaw is still growing into them. His big ears haven't lost their batty look. They are perpetually slanted, rather than perked upright like so many of his clanmates. He emotes the most with his ears. Pinning them backward (such as to show irritation or fear) is impossible for him so they typically slump instead, really adding to the "poor goblin" look.
Glacierpaw's stone face has dark tabby stripes chiseled into the cheeks and forehead, but the rest is all black-ticked silver, with the darkest spots being at his whisker-roots and lips. He has a typical snout shape of the Oriental breed. The narrow horse-like muzzle ends in a completely black nose. His eyes are yellowish-green in some light and light green in others.
He was named for his pointy, looming physique and his flat, impassive face. For an apprentice, he is an extraordinarily tall tom. He came into camp standing on gangly legs as if they were stilts, and Glacierpaw is still growing into them. His big ears haven't lost their batty look. They are perpetually slanted, rather than perked upright like so many of his clanmates. He emotes the most with his ears. Pinning them backward (such as to show irritation or fear) is impossible for him so they typically slump instead, really adding to the "poor goblin" look.
Glacierpaw's stone face has dark tabby stripes chiseled into the cheeks and forehead, but the rest is all black-ticked silver, with the darkest spots being at his whisker-roots and lips. He has a typical snout shape of the Oriental breed. The narrow horse-like muzzle ends in a completely black nose. His eyes are yellowish-green in some light and light green in others.
personality
Cats are known for their aloofness, so Glacierpaw is not too strange for being distant and rather serious. It goes with the name, right? Get named after the tallest type of ice, and everycat guesses it's because you're cold, dense, and dispassionate. Glacierpaw has a deadpan delivery. He loves jokes but instead of laughing or smiling like a normal creature, he just nods with a very serious expression, as if a king has appraised your witty comment and considered it suitable. He's straight-laced, someone who isn't afraid of reprisal for tattletaling. Being young, he doesn't read the situation deeper than appearances; he hasn't yet learned to be flexible, not when there's still too much of Mistylight's lectures in him. It's been ingrained in him to be her daughters' bodyguard, to report everytime Rosekit or Cherrykit have one ear-tuft out of place or are treated differently by others. Glacierpaw isn't as restricting as Mistylight is by any means, but he'll step in with his body between any cat and the two sisters.
Glacierpaw is a cat of compassion. Although raised in a Clan, this cat would not turn away even a kittypet if he ever came across one and does not judge cats too harshly for their ineptitude. Glacierpaw knows what it's like to be insecure and unsure of yourself, especially when struggling through inexperience. He cares for kits as dotingly as any queen. Glacierpaw isn't a medicine cat by any means but he will start purring, grooming, and curling up beside injured cats. He cares deeply for cats of all kinds even though he is loyal to TreeClan at heart.
He's very obedient, maybe even a pushover with how go-with-the-flow he is. His sisters can always tell him what to do. He's generally calm and pragmatic in an emergency. He's reluctant to agree with confrontational solutions if it violates the Warrior Code or Glacierpaw's own ethics. Glacierpaw rarely takes anything personal, even when insulted. He has a strong set of morals and always looks to do the right thing. He might not look the type, but one of his hobbies is singing, only he does it when others aren't around.
Glacierpaw is a cat of compassion. Although raised in a Clan, this cat would not turn away even a kittypet if he ever came across one and does not judge cats too harshly for their ineptitude. Glacierpaw knows what it's like to be insecure and unsure of yourself, especially when struggling through inexperience. He cares for kits as dotingly as any queen. Glacierpaw isn't a medicine cat by any means but he will start purring, grooming, and curling up beside injured cats. He cares deeply for cats of all kinds even though he is loyal to TreeClan at heart.
He's very obedient, maybe even a pushover with how go-with-the-flow he is. His sisters can always tell him what to do. He's generally calm and pragmatic in an emergency. He's reluctant to agree with confrontational solutions if it violates the Warrior Code or Glacierpaw's own ethics. Glacierpaw rarely takes anything personal, even when insulted. He has a strong set of morals and always looks to do the right thing. He might not look the type, but one of his hobbies is singing, only he does it when others aren't around.
history
It's unclear where exactly this baby came from. Perhaps he was a loner's kit, left behind on accident when a TreeClan patrol spooked his mother. Maybe he was the result of an illicit tryst or shed responsibilities. Sometimes, he even wonders if he was loved or missed, stolen away somehow. The tomkit was far too young to have wandered out on his own. Some TreeClan cats found him and took him to Lionstar, who called for a clan gathering. The tomkit beamed at the fluffiest kitty he'd ever seen before. Ogling those awkward heron-like legs and strange slanting ears, someone in the clan snidely muttered "StarClan wept" and several laughing eyes glinted in his direction. Rather than immediately accept him, Lionstar asked which queens amongst them would be able to care for a kit.
She didn't volunteer immediately, but the strict old queen Mistylight spoke up for the gangly boy, offering to take him in. She was due to give birth any day now. It was said to be her last, for the queen was getting high in moons and her litters were getting smaller each birth. She knew that she would have room to spare in her nest. Mistylight named him Glacierkit, for his tall, silver, precariously built frame. In her youth, she'd heard tales of how the Clans traversed the treacherous ice to settle in the beautiful hidden valley. Although she was a crotchety old she-cat, he liked when she told him about these ancient places and memories from long-dead elders.
Glacierkit was practically weaned when he'd been found, but even so, Mistylight made it clear that she wouldn't tolerate him competing with her newborns for milk. A few sunsets after Glacierkit's arrival, she gave birth to a tiny litter, only two kits--Rosekit and Cherrykit--named for their birth during newleaf. Mistylight showed every preference to her tiny twin princesses but they were smothered as much as they were pampered. Everything was too dangerous for the she-kits to see or too vulgar for the she-kits to hear. Mistylight projected her own annoyances onto her kits, as if they would have opinions when they couldn't yet speak or see. "Keep quiet, these kits don't like that kind of talk" or "Get away of my entryway, my she-kits don't need to hear that", for example. And yet, she indulged her daughters when it was other warriors telling her kits they couldn't do something. Only Mistylight herself was allowed to discipline her daughters. She told the kits how to think, how to feel, and spoke over them whenever they felt differently. She tried it on Glacierkit too, but being talked over annoyed him and he learned quickly that Mistylight was just somecat who liked to hear herself complain. However, Mistylight reinforced on him that he was Rosekit's and Cherrykit's "retainer". She raised him to be teeth and claws in their service, a knight for her little princesses.
When it was time for Glacierkit to age out of the nursery, he leapt at the chance for freedom. He was two moons older than Rosekit and Cherrykit, and not even Mistylight had the authority to leash him in the apprentice's den. It was time for him to learn how to be a future warrior in TreeClan. He had always looked forward to this moment. It was never a secret that he was a kit taken in by the grace of the Warrior Code. He felt like his apprenticeship would be a time for repayment. Deep down, he believed TreeClan would put him back out in the wilderness if he didn't prove his worth.
She didn't volunteer immediately, but the strict old queen Mistylight spoke up for the gangly boy, offering to take him in. She was due to give birth any day now. It was said to be her last, for the queen was getting high in moons and her litters were getting smaller each birth. She knew that she would have room to spare in her nest. Mistylight named him Glacierkit, for his tall, silver, precariously built frame. In her youth, she'd heard tales of how the Clans traversed the treacherous ice to settle in the beautiful hidden valley. Although she was a crotchety old she-cat, he liked when she told him about these ancient places and memories from long-dead elders.
Glacierkit was practically weaned when he'd been found, but even so, Mistylight made it clear that she wouldn't tolerate him competing with her newborns for milk. A few sunsets after Glacierkit's arrival, she gave birth to a tiny litter, only two kits--Rosekit and Cherrykit--named for their birth during newleaf. Mistylight showed every preference to her tiny twin princesses but they were smothered as much as they were pampered. Everything was too dangerous for the she-kits to see or too vulgar for the she-kits to hear. Mistylight projected her own annoyances onto her kits, as if they would have opinions when they couldn't yet speak or see. "Keep quiet, these kits don't like that kind of talk" or "Get away of my entryway, my she-kits don't need to hear that", for example. And yet, she indulged her daughters when it was other warriors telling her kits they couldn't do something. Only Mistylight herself was allowed to discipline her daughters. She told the kits how to think, how to feel, and spoke over them whenever they felt differently. She tried it on Glacierkit too, but being talked over annoyed him and he learned quickly that Mistylight was just somecat who liked to hear herself complain. However, Mistylight reinforced on him that he was Rosekit's and Cherrykit's "retainer". She raised him to be teeth and claws in their service, a knight for her little princesses.
When it was time for Glacierkit to age out of the nursery, he leapt at the chance for freedom. He was two moons older than Rosekit and Cherrykit, and not even Mistylight had the authority to leash him in the apprentice's den. It was time for him to learn how to be a future warrior in TreeClan. He had always looked forward to this moment. It was never a secret that he was a kit taken in by the grace of the Warrior Code. He felt like his apprenticeship would be a time for repayment. Deep down, he believed TreeClan would put him back out in the wilderness if he didn't prove his worth.
