Post by BlooRey DVD on May 19, 2017 19:44:11 GMT -5
Name: Gorgekit - Gorgepaw - Gorgeleap
Age: 22 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: RainClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Kit Apprentice
Adult 1 Adult 2 Adult 3 Adult 4 Adult 5 Adult 6
Description: In simple terms, Gorgeleap is a tabby Maine Coone. His coat, however, is a complex mix of varying shades of brown, ranging from the cream side of the scale all the way through to greyer tones. His base coat is a soft cream, visible in the framing of his eyes, in much of his chest fur, and in random spatterings across the remainder of his body. His face is dominated by a grey-brown tone, following the bridge of his nose and sprawling along his brow ridges and cheeks. A richer brown color brushes over his muzzle nearest his nose, as well as the outer corner of his eyes and just behind his ears. The final detail of his facial features is a white tipped muzzle.
Much of his body is coated in a vortex of differing browns, blended together so well they appear unified. Depending on the intensity and origin of the light filtering over him, he can appear to be a rich brown reminiscent of his father, or a more faded grey-brow, reminiscent of his mother. One fact remains in any type of light; the whirling pattern of his dark tabby stripes, which consume much on his flank, shoulders and upper legs. The patterns are darkest along his upper legs, on his shoulders and down the center of his back to the tip of his tail. Tabby striping traces his brow nearest his eyes, as well as along his forehead and cheeks.
His dark tabby stripes disintegrate into nothing as light cream fur lines the base of his chest and all of his belly. The faintest trace of those stripes wraps beneath the base of his fore legs, eventually fading to nothing. From mid-belly to hind legs, his coat is a near-perfectly unmarred mix of cream and white. A darker shade of this particular color traces the fore-portion of his back legs and the inside of his forelegs. All four of his paws are accented with an outline of similar color to his tabby stripes, making his already large paws look larger still.
Even as a kit, Gorgeleap's structure hinted at a large tom, and the tom he has grown to be more than corroborates this. He is impressive in structure, not the largest in existence by far, but big enough to be considered intimidating. He possesses heavy paws, paws that had been trained to support the rest of his frame. Muscles line his shoulder blades and haunches, both when he performs his warrior duties and spends time relaxing. His facial features also do their part to speak to his size; he possesses a wide muzzle and a rounded face.
Perhaps the factor contributing most to his impressive size is the long, thick fur covering his entire body. Though his luxuriant fur is most dense in Leafbare, he is plagued with an extremely warm coat no matter the season. Mane-like fur extends along his neck to his chest, tapering off as it travels down his belly. Compared to his mane, the fur on his back and face is rather short. His final feature is a lush tail. All of his fur is kept in surprisingly good condition; frequent grooming is a necessity for fur as thick and plentiful as his.
The white whiskers sprouting from his muzzle are most noticeable. Upon closer inspection, one can identify shorter, darker whiskers closer to his reddish nose. Similar, sensitive fibers poke out from the fur of his ears. Atop those ears are tufts of dark fur, mimicking the appearance of a lynx' tufts. His ears are more likely to provide a small window into his thoughts than his eyes. The tom's pale gaze is devoid of emotion much of the time, complete with the addition of partially closed lids, emanating a bored or dismissive appearance.
Description Summary: A large, long-furred cream and brown tabby tom with pale green eyes.
Personality: A three-second conversation with Gorgeleap will quickly reveal his pessimistic outlook on life. Ever a ball of sunshine, it's not unusual for this tom to propose that the worst possible scenario is bound to occur. With a rather bleak outlook on life, this large RainClan tom is not necessarily the best company. Unless, of course, you find his despondent muttering amusing somehow. He doesn't care much about outside opinions of himself. This impassiveness often leaves him an outsider. Apparently deadpan expressions and cynicism are not traits found favorable by those wishing to uphold a conversation with another. Go figure.
His grim outlook on life is quick to leak into his words, and his sardonic tones may be misconstrued as disrespectful by others. Gorgeleap has always been vocal with this concerns or thoughts, though as a kit he was a little less... Dark. That evolved through much of his apprenticeship, and by the time he'd become a warrior, it had long since taken hold. Unfortunately for Gorgeleap, his despondency and indifference are often mistaken for arrogance. Chastising is something this tom is familiar with, his family often warning him to watch what he says. He's even been told to apologize to so-and-so several times.
As his name suggests, Gorgeleap is more than a little reckless. Convinced that the worst will occur no matter what he might do, hesitation is not something this tom allows himself to be hindered by. He's much more likely to leap into a situation without considering the consequences until much later. This impulsiveness has earned him a reputation as a daredevil of sorts; if anyone does request to spend time with him, it's generally because they're interested in doing something that others have refused to do. The backwards thing about him, however, is he doesn't act upon his spontaneous urges because he's driven by emotions. Quite the opposite in fact. He is impetuous and cares not what may come.
When he's not muttering and mumbling about all things from the earth to Silverpelt, Gorgeleap is surprisingly articulate. With a solid grasp on vocabulary, he can be quite an effective communicator. Some even posit he could make a brilliant teacher, if it were not for his biting sarcasm. Oh, and his forthright nature. He sees no reason to mask his thoughts and opinions, and thus his honesty often offends those unprepared for his unfiltered offerings. Probably doesn't help that his tone is generally matter-of-fact during these... Pleasant reveals. Apparently this makes him seem downright heartless. Another point to add to the 'reasons he has no friends' list.
Despite his differences with many cats, Gorgeleap is a rational, and disciplined tom. He recognizes the value of Clan life, of working together to hunt and defend one another. There is strength in numbers, and numbers offer a variety of personalities to observe and experience. Life would be awfully lonely as a loner or rogue. He also recognizes the value of leadership. RainClan's current flip-flopping leadership and unsteady Clan life is irksome and vexatious to the big tabby. He feels more content with life when there's a clear hierarchy, a ranking system he can wrap his mind around. Not that his contentment is obvious; he is snarky no matter his level of contentment. However, he rather enjoys having tasks assigned to him, something to focus on. Surprisingly, Gorgeleap is meticulous in completing his tasks, showing an attention to detail one might never have expected from a tom with such an uncaring and lazy outward appearance.
History: Gorgekit was one of the four kits born to Burrthorn and Lilygleam. As one of the larger kits in the litter, concern over his survival was minimal, unlike for the runt Silverkit. Whereas Silverkit struggled to gain weight for much of their kithood, Gorgekit accumulated enough for the both of them. He grew fairly rapidly, short limbs of a kit lengthening considerably, though he lacked the muscle mass to look complete. That would come with age. Lilygleam and Burrthorn spent much of their time worrying about the more fragile son; they were not neglectful by any means, they were simply worried about Silverkit.
Of course, this only served to confuse young Gorgekit. He wanted to know why he and his other siblings failed to capture the attention of their parents like Silverkit did. With each passing day, the growing tom-kit receded into himself; no matter how many times he waved his tail or called out to his parents, Silverkit always wound up fixing their attention by the end of the day. If this was to be his life, why bother trying? He began sitting out of the games his other siblings played, observing from the nursery entrance but never setting paw in them. And then Silverkit's health took a turn for the better, the runt too beginning to thrive.
When it finally came time for them to be named apprentices, Gorgepaw failed to show much of the excitement expected of young cats. Instead, he seemed almost.. Grimly accepting. His assigned mentor was a long-furred white senior warrior by the name of Whitewater. It didn't take long for Gorgepaw to discern that Whitewater was not a particularly nice tom. Strict and expecting his apprentices to return to him the world and more, the white tom was unpleasant company at best. Yet Gorgepaw seemed completely impassive. Much of his apprenticeship was spent obeying orders and doing everything in his powers to keep his teeth clamped shut.
When the Civil War erupted amongst RainClan, Gorgepaw followed his mentor Whitewater to the Purist's camp. Coincidentally, once of his brothers, Brookpaw, also chose to follow his mentor. It was a confusing time for the still growing minds, and in Gorgepaw's case, the violence, distrust and aggression did nothing to mend his receding kithood innocence. In innocence's place, cynicism reared its ugly muzzle. Though he tempered his comments when his mentor was present, those near his age began to notice his muttered sarcasm and over all grim outlook on life.
His time as an apprentice was long, stretched over approximately 11 moons due to the Purists' camp lacking a leader to give a warrior name. In all honesty, he didn't enjoy his apprenticeship; his existence in the Purists' camp was entirely dependent on Whitewater. He could care less about blood, pure or not. There were times he wondered whether he'd made the wrong choice in following his mentor. Not that those thoughts actually went anywhere. Changing sides, as some warriors did mid-way through, sounded like far too much trouble. And considering he felt no pull toward either side? Why bother.
When he was 17 moons, the Civil War disintegrated and Stormstar claimed the leadership position of RainClan. Gorgepaw was among the several cats to rejoin RainClan. Life as a rogue went against his rationality; with the Clan, there was protection and support. Though he was forced to stay an apprentice a little longer until assessed by a former Loyalist to ensure his training met all requirements of the Clan, he did eventually earn his warrior name. Once again, his reaction to receiving the honor of a new name was... Rather lackluster. But he'd proved himself in battle in the eyes of those who'd faced him.
His long apprenticeship and the Civil War revealed that his impassiveness in day-to-day Clanlife surfaced as recklessness in the heat of battle. Thus, Stormstar saw it fit to give him the name Gorgeleap, honoring his tendency to leap into confrontations. Gorgeleap considered it an adequate name. Fitting, he supposed, though he didn't care to spend much time pondering it. His brother, Brookpaw, was given his warrior name alongside Gorgeleap, becoming Brookfall. Also an adequate name. Though Gorgeleap could not comment on whether -fall was an appropriate suffix for Brookfall; he never heard the explanation, and had yet to see Brookfall, well... Fall.
Perhaps that will come in time.
For now, Gorgeleap continues to serve RainClan as a young warrior, large paws still aimlessly wandering in search of some place he might just belong. Not that he's looking particularly hard...
Other: Brother to Fawn's Brookfall and Justice's Silverfrost, and one unnamed NPC.
Age: 22 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: RainClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Kit Apprentice
Adult 1 Adult 2 Adult 3 Adult 4 Adult 5 Adult 6
Description: In simple terms, Gorgeleap is a tabby Maine Coone. His coat, however, is a complex mix of varying shades of brown, ranging from the cream side of the scale all the way through to greyer tones. His base coat is a soft cream, visible in the framing of his eyes, in much of his chest fur, and in random spatterings across the remainder of his body. His face is dominated by a grey-brown tone, following the bridge of his nose and sprawling along his brow ridges and cheeks. A richer brown color brushes over his muzzle nearest his nose, as well as the outer corner of his eyes and just behind his ears. The final detail of his facial features is a white tipped muzzle.
Much of his body is coated in a vortex of differing browns, blended together so well they appear unified. Depending on the intensity and origin of the light filtering over him, he can appear to be a rich brown reminiscent of his father, or a more faded grey-brow, reminiscent of his mother. One fact remains in any type of light; the whirling pattern of his dark tabby stripes, which consume much on his flank, shoulders and upper legs. The patterns are darkest along his upper legs, on his shoulders and down the center of his back to the tip of his tail. Tabby striping traces his brow nearest his eyes, as well as along his forehead and cheeks.
His dark tabby stripes disintegrate into nothing as light cream fur lines the base of his chest and all of his belly. The faintest trace of those stripes wraps beneath the base of his fore legs, eventually fading to nothing. From mid-belly to hind legs, his coat is a near-perfectly unmarred mix of cream and white. A darker shade of this particular color traces the fore-portion of his back legs and the inside of his forelegs. All four of his paws are accented with an outline of similar color to his tabby stripes, making his already large paws look larger still.
Even as a kit, Gorgeleap's structure hinted at a large tom, and the tom he has grown to be more than corroborates this. He is impressive in structure, not the largest in existence by far, but big enough to be considered intimidating. He possesses heavy paws, paws that had been trained to support the rest of his frame. Muscles line his shoulder blades and haunches, both when he performs his warrior duties and spends time relaxing. His facial features also do their part to speak to his size; he possesses a wide muzzle and a rounded face.
Perhaps the factor contributing most to his impressive size is the long, thick fur covering his entire body. Though his luxuriant fur is most dense in Leafbare, he is plagued with an extremely warm coat no matter the season. Mane-like fur extends along his neck to his chest, tapering off as it travels down his belly. Compared to his mane, the fur on his back and face is rather short. His final feature is a lush tail. All of his fur is kept in surprisingly good condition; frequent grooming is a necessity for fur as thick and plentiful as his.
The white whiskers sprouting from his muzzle are most noticeable. Upon closer inspection, one can identify shorter, darker whiskers closer to his reddish nose. Similar, sensitive fibers poke out from the fur of his ears. Atop those ears are tufts of dark fur, mimicking the appearance of a lynx' tufts. His ears are more likely to provide a small window into his thoughts than his eyes. The tom's pale gaze is devoid of emotion much of the time, complete with the addition of partially closed lids, emanating a bored or dismissive appearance.
Description Summary: A large, long-furred cream and brown tabby tom with pale green eyes.
Personality: A three-second conversation with Gorgeleap will quickly reveal his pessimistic outlook on life. Ever a ball of sunshine, it's not unusual for this tom to propose that the worst possible scenario is bound to occur. With a rather bleak outlook on life, this large RainClan tom is not necessarily the best company. Unless, of course, you find his despondent muttering amusing somehow. He doesn't care much about outside opinions of himself. This impassiveness often leaves him an outsider. Apparently deadpan expressions and cynicism are not traits found favorable by those wishing to uphold a conversation with another. Go figure.
His grim outlook on life is quick to leak into his words, and his sardonic tones may be misconstrued as disrespectful by others. Gorgeleap has always been vocal with this concerns or thoughts, though as a kit he was a little less... Dark. That evolved through much of his apprenticeship, and by the time he'd become a warrior, it had long since taken hold. Unfortunately for Gorgeleap, his despondency and indifference are often mistaken for arrogance. Chastising is something this tom is familiar with, his family often warning him to watch what he says. He's even been told to apologize to so-and-so several times.
As his name suggests, Gorgeleap is more than a little reckless. Convinced that the worst will occur no matter what he might do, hesitation is not something this tom allows himself to be hindered by. He's much more likely to leap into a situation without considering the consequences until much later. This impulsiveness has earned him a reputation as a daredevil of sorts; if anyone does request to spend time with him, it's generally because they're interested in doing something that others have refused to do. The backwards thing about him, however, is he doesn't act upon his spontaneous urges because he's driven by emotions. Quite the opposite in fact. He is impetuous and cares not what may come.
When he's not muttering and mumbling about all things from the earth to Silverpelt, Gorgeleap is surprisingly articulate. With a solid grasp on vocabulary, he can be quite an effective communicator. Some even posit he could make a brilliant teacher, if it were not for his biting sarcasm. Oh, and his forthright nature. He sees no reason to mask his thoughts and opinions, and thus his honesty often offends those unprepared for his unfiltered offerings. Probably doesn't help that his tone is generally matter-of-fact during these... Pleasant reveals. Apparently this makes him seem downright heartless. Another point to add to the 'reasons he has no friends' list.
Despite his differences with many cats, Gorgeleap is a rational, and disciplined tom. He recognizes the value of Clan life, of working together to hunt and defend one another. There is strength in numbers, and numbers offer a variety of personalities to observe and experience. Life would be awfully lonely as a loner or rogue. He also recognizes the value of leadership. RainClan's current flip-flopping leadership and unsteady Clan life is irksome and vexatious to the big tabby. He feels more content with life when there's a clear hierarchy, a ranking system he can wrap his mind around. Not that his contentment is obvious; he is snarky no matter his level of contentment. However, he rather enjoys having tasks assigned to him, something to focus on. Surprisingly, Gorgeleap is meticulous in completing his tasks, showing an attention to detail one might never have expected from a tom with such an uncaring and lazy outward appearance.
History: Gorgekit was one of the four kits born to Burrthorn and Lilygleam. As one of the larger kits in the litter, concern over his survival was minimal, unlike for the runt Silverkit. Whereas Silverkit struggled to gain weight for much of their kithood, Gorgekit accumulated enough for the both of them. He grew fairly rapidly, short limbs of a kit lengthening considerably, though he lacked the muscle mass to look complete. That would come with age. Lilygleam and Burrthorn spent much of their time worrying about the more fragile son; they were not neglectful by any means, they were simply worried about Silverkit.
Of course, this only served to confuse young Gorgekit. He wanted to know why he and his other siblings failed to capture the attention of their parents like Silverkit did. With each passing day, the growing tom-kit receded into himself; no matter how many times he waved his tail or called out to his parents, Silverkit always wound up fixing their attention by the end of the day. If this was to be his life, why bother trying? He began sitting out of the games his other siblings played, observing from the nursery entrance but never setting paw in them. And then Silverkit's health took a turn for the better, the runt too beginning to thrive.
When it finally came time for them to be named apprentices, Gorgepaw failed to show much of the excitement expected of young cats. Instead, he seemed almost.. Grimly accepting. His assigned mentor was a long-furred white senior warrior by the name of Whitewater. It didn't take long for Gorgepaw to discern that Whitewater was not a particularly nice tom. Strict and expecting his apprentices to return to him the world and more, the white tom was unpleasant company at best. Yet Gorgepaw seemed completely impassive. Much of his apprenticeship was spent obeying orders and doing everything in his powers to keep his teeth clamped shut.
When the Civil War erupted amongst RainClan, Gorgepaw followed his mentor Whitewater to the Purist's camp. Coincidentally, once of his brothers, Brookpaw, also chose to follow his mentor. It was a confusing time for the still growing minds, and in Gorgepaw's case, the violence, distrust and aggression did nothing to mend his receding kithood innocence. In innocence's place, cynicism reared its ugly muzzle. Though he tempered his comments when his mentor was present, those near his age began to notice his muttered sarcasm and over all grim outlook on life.
His time as an apprentice was long, stretched over approximately 11 moons due to the Purists' camp lacking a leader to give a warrior name. In all honesty, he didn't enjoy his apprenticeship; his existence in the Purists' camp was entirely dependent on Whitewater. He could care less about blood, pure or not. There were times he wondered whether he'd made the wrong choice in following his mentor. Not that those thoughts actually went anywhere. Changing sides, as some warriors did mid-way through, sounded like far too much trouble. And considering he felt no pull toward either side? Why bother.
When he was 17 moons, the Civil War disintegrated and Stormstar claimed the leadership position of RainClan. Gorgepaw was among the several cats to rejoin RainClan. Life as a rogue went against his rationality; with the Clan, there was protection and support. Though he was forced to stay an apprentice a little longer until assessed by a former Loyalist to ensure his training met all requirements of the Clan, he did eventually earn his warrior name. Once again, his reaction to receiving the honor of a new name was... Rather lackluster. But he'd proved himself in battle in the eyes of those who'd faced him.
His long apprenticeship and the Civil War revealed that his impassiveness in day-to-day Clanlife surfaced as recklessness in the heat of battle. Thus, Stormstar saw it fit to give him the name Gorgeleap, honoring his tendency to leap into confrontations. Gorgeleap considered it an adequate name. Fitting, he supposed, though he didn't care to spend much time pondering it. His brother, Brookpaw, was given his warrior name alongside Gorgeleap, becoming Brookfall. Also an adequate name. Though Gorgeleap could not comment on whether -fall was an appropriate suffix for Brookfall; he never heard the explanation, and had yet to see Brookfall, well... Fall.
Perhaps that will come in time.
For now, Gorgeleap continues to serve RainClan as a young warrior, large paws still aimlessly wandering in search of some place he might just belong. Not that he's looking particularly hard...
Other: Brother to Fawn's Brookfall and Justice's Silverfrost, and one unnamed NPC.