Ironpaw - Loner - M - Ex-StoneClan [NPC] Feb 12, 2013 0:54:58 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Feb 12, 2013 0:54:58 GMT -5
Robinkit→ Robinpaw→ Ironpaw → Ironstorm
Age: 12 Moons
Clan: Formerly StoneClan
Photos Copyright Maine Coon OKEANAS ELITE cattery.
Description: Ironpaw is a muscular broad-muzzled tom with masculine facial features, and dense, blue-smoke fur. The length makes him appear larger than he is, and though life in the mountains has been hard, his thick coat does well to hide the scars and any ribs that may show from the abysmal hunting opportunities this recent leafbare. His eyes are yellow-orange and very bright against his dark gray fur (with a few flecks of green there crowding around the pupil), and give off a somewhat eerie glow, hardened by the many moons tough moons he's had to endure. His pawpads have been cracked and healed over more times than he'd care to admit, and as such they look a little worse for wear, thick callouses formed, the tufts of fur between his toes flattened and most often dirtied from the tough terrain he frequents.
A myriad of scars both small and large are hidden beneath his fur, with the exception of one long one that runs along the inside of his left front forearm, having sliced it open on a jagged rock when he'd lost his footing. Though he has healed over quite well, a slightly pinkish gray scar remains, and can be seen when the fur is parted just so. He is large for his age, hardier and more serious than a healthy 12-moon old cat should be, but that's the price one pays when they choose, or are forced to survive in an environment they must either adapt to, or die in.
Description Summary: A long-furred handsome gray-blue tom with yellow-orange eyes and tufted ears.
Personality: Ironpaw has come a long way from the spoiled pudgy kit he'd once been in the safety of StoneClan's nursery. Having developed a cynical sort of humor - a coping mechanism when dealing with the sober or unpleasant - he can now not-so-lightheartedly joke about the betrayal he faced as a youngster. Though he doesn't necessarily enjoy discussing his past, preferring to chew off his own arm rather than talk about his feelings, Ironpaw is full of wisecracks that have sometimes gotten him more than a cuff around the ears.
Ferociously independent by circumstance rather than choice, Ironpaw is rather standoffish at first, preferring to keep cats at arms' length until they've earned his respect or at least his attention. Once his friendship is earned, however, despite his hard outer shell, he really is quite good to his friends, and would more than go the extra mile to help a buddy out if they needed him. This, of course, makes him susceptible to betrayal once again, and because that is a constant nagging idea at the back of his mind, Ironpaw tends to choose his friends very carefully, and prefers not to be caught in situations in which he's forced to rely on others.
Though he hasn't had tons of social interaction outside of a small group of friends since he first arrived in the mountains, Ironpaw has developed a rather tough aura of unshakeable aloofness when it comes to dealing with cats he just doesn't know that well or has never met before in his life. Others would call it 'cool', but it's more of a slight superiority complex showing through, as in he assumes very few cats can relate or even top his shoddy past, and makes no attempts to void aloud these thoughts, as the last thing he wants is a group pity party in which everyone talks about their feelings or the crappy way their parents treated them.
Ironpaw is both homesick and perfectly happy where he is; able to see the positives and negatives to living in the mountains, now by himself as his friends have all joined MountainClan, however, there is a part of him that is still that very small, very family-oriented kit who longs for the simple, spoiled days of playing with the other kits in the nursery, his world unchanged and unbroken by betrayal. Aware that things will never go back to the way things wore and that he is anything but the kitten he was when he first arrived in the mountains, Ironpaw has adopted the personal philosophy of 'keep moving forward, never look back'. It isn't good for him to dwell on the past, and thinking of better days and better memories to be made is what's kept him sane all this time.
Ironpaw originally went by the name of Robinkit, the youngest son of Longclaw and Smokeface of RainClan, with numerous older siblings and other relatives. Growing up the baby in the family, Robinkit was extremely spoiled and could do no wrong in his mother's eyes, even when it came to annoying some of his older siblings - all but Warhawk ever snapped at him for this, the oldest of the brood far too mature to be truly bothered. What Robinkit didn't know, for all his spoiled, whiny, greedy behavior, was that two of his siblings had grown very very tired of him hogging all of mother's attention. Very jealous of the new 'baby' in the family, Blackbird and Raccoonmask, the closest to him age, chased the tom shortly after his apprentice ceremony off into the mountains, declaring that they would kill him if he ever came back.
Terrified, confused and pretty much a walking meal for anything that was higher up than him in the food chain, the petrified Robinpaw went as far as he could go into the mountains before collapsing of hunger and thirst. Robinpaw was found by a former Tribe Cat by the name of Crow that Swoops Through the Sky (or just Crow), who more or less fulfilled the role of mentor for young Robinpaw. At 7 moons of age, Robinpaw cast aside his old 'soft' name, re-branding himself as Ironpaw to represent how he had changed, no longer the pudgy little robin too lazy to fly, but as strong and as durable as iron, a brand new him.
Crow taught him how to hunt and fight, and because they were not bound by the busyness of Clan life, their training sessions were much more frequent than the average apprentice, and as such, the newly dubbed Ironpaw excelled much quicker than any of his peers were back at StoneClan.
Crow had been rather old to begin with, however, and soon enough the older tom passed away, leaving Ironpaw, for the very first time, completely alone. After the death of Crow, Ironpaw took to wandering, and it was through various encounters and escapades into the sometimes treacherous mountains, that he befriended a small band of cats who had all walked a hard path in life. Their leader was a handsome black she-cat with green eyes by the name of Oilfur, with three odd looking kink-furred cats by the name of Sheepflank (the biggest, apparently they were siblings), Chickenleg (a bit clueless but kind) and Fishbone (the only she-cat of the trio, with a tongue as sharp as diamond shards if you got on her bad side). Ironpaw spent 3 moons with this odd band of cats, and some of his happiest memories were with them. They eventually split, however, when Oilfur and her gang decided to join MountainClan, which was a ragtag group of loners, rogues and other walks of life that had banded together to survive.
Not wanting to be in anything that even resembled a Clan, Ironpaw chose to go it alone, settling in a nice small cave well away from Demon's den and too small for the lynx to reach him, should Demon one day discover him after all. At 12 moons old, this is where he has resided, though a little lacking in company, he has made the most of a terrible situation, and has more than enough happy memories to prove it.
Other: Ironpaw's Theme Song: Seven Nation Army Remix by the Glitch Mob.
Ironpaw gets his new prefix from Crow, the old tom who mentored him. Crow has been around the block more than a few times, and has picked up a large assortment of words no Clan cat would ever be familiar with. After then Robinpaw asked Crow to help him come up with a new name, Crow suggested he become Ironpaw, named after a strong, durable metal to signify Robinpaw's transformation from a frightened, pudgy kitten into a cat even StoneClan could've been proud of.