Name » Duckpaw. - Past names: Duck-kit. - Future names: Ducktail. Gender Identity » Cisgender. - Pronouns: He/him. Sexuality » Unknown. (open to plots) Age » Eleven moons. - Birth date: Greenleaf twenty-nine, year five. Clan » TreeClan. - Previous Clan(s): None. Beliefs » StarClan & Dark Forest. Rank » Apprentice. - Previous Rank(s): Kit.
Duckpaw is largely fluffy with long whiskers.The way his stripes are positioned, it looks like he's wearing a cream and brown scarf in amongst his white patches near his face and belly. His eyes, despite being a similar colour to the rest of his fur, manage to stand out; luminous amber pools set within a unmarred head. He has no scars, having had no reason to attain them, his pelt, though long and sometimes unkempt is otherwise unmarked. His legs and paws are in proportion with the rest of his body, giving him a stocky build; he will never be a tall cat, but is fine with it. He's content in himself and doesn't care what others think of the way he looks.
Picture: Summary »Fluffy cream and white tom with stunningly amber eyes. Eye colour » Amber. Pelt colour »Cream and white with occasional flecks of brown and grey. Pelt markings »cream and white, flecks of brown, dark brown markings across forehead and nose. Build » Small, stocky. Scars » None. Disabilities » None.
Duckpaw is a reserved cat. The only cat he was even remotely close to was his brother, Ravenpaw. He has a grudging respect for the rest of his Clan, he would die for them; he is loyal to a fault. He keeps his emotions close to his chest.
He also listens to authority figures with patience and understanding. He listens well and has been known (whether he likes it or not) to be a listening ear to several cats who are in need of support. He just sees it as a part of doing his duty for his Clan.
He’s easily frustrated, especially when it comes to himself and his failings. He’s utterly determined to do whatever is in his mind at the time - he’s extremely single-minded. When he’s training, he’s training. He doesn’t appreciate any interruptions. The same goes for his friends. If he’s with them, he’s with them. But if he wants time alone, StarClan help any cat who interrupts that.
"Just a little more. Just...a...little...more." Duckpaw was beyond exhausted, but determined to keep going. This was, after all, his first time hunting for the Clan, alone. Well. Not completely alone. His mentor was keeping a close eye. He didn't even spare a glance backward, he knew that he wouldn't see the cat he'd been placed under. That was the point of this exercise. Watch, observe, but do not interfere. Those were Lionstar's words.
Duckpaw wasn't even sure he was meant to hear them. Right place, right time, maybe?
He was determined not to show any weakness. Weakness would make him like his sister. She was the weak one. She stood there. Just... stood there. While his soulmate, his hero... his older brother shivered himself to death. Continued to just stand there while he left his brother's rapidly cooling body to go and get help.
If only he'd been able to swim...
Robinkit, Ravenkit and Duck-kit were born to Deerstorm and Sunwind following their swiftly blossoming relationship. The two quickly decided to bear kits and the rambunctious litter of kits was the result. Robinkit and Duck-kit were named for their appearances, with Robinkit resembling the plump little songbird and Duck-kit taking after his father's brown pelt. Ravenkit was named after Sunwind's own mentor, who she considered more of a father figure than her own father ever had been. The kits had a typical upbringing, they grew up relatively safe and happy in TreeClan camp.
Ravenkit, the eldest, spent a lot of his time coming up with impossible and improbable schemes for him and his brother to follow. Oh, and he supposed, their little sister probably should come along too.
If she didn't it would only bring trouble.
Upon being named apprentices, Duckpaw decided to prove to himself that he could be just as big, just as brave, just as daring as his brother. His hero. Robinpaw, desperate to form some kind of bond with him, failed in her objective; Duckpaw instead drew ever closer to Ravenpaw.
One evening, an adventure was a-paw. Ravenpaw and Duckpaw had planned, between them, to head to StarClan's Claws. They hadn't been picked for that moon's gathering, and were full of rage and determination to prove themselves.
Robinpaw was waiting for them at the entrance to the camp.
Shockingly enough, she wanted to come with them. A quick glance between the brothers decided 'hey, why not? it'll be fun.'
Following the territory borders, still fresh from an earlier patrol, they traversed the brook toward StarClan's claws. Dipping through the dark forest, the scent of the other clan cats still fresh from the previous night's gathering, was when Duckpaw felt the first stirrings of nervousness. They were quickly pushed aside, the cocky young cat reasoning What could possibly go wrong?
The brook opened up into a rushing stream. The current was fast, but Ravenpaw was faster. There was an almost dead tree that rested jaggedly above the swell of the water. Of course, impatient to show off and show up his younger siblings, Ravenpaw, no fear at all, jumped straight onto the slippery branch.
Duckpaw was next. That's the way it naturally had to be. His claws dug in, trying to find any purchase at all on the slippery surface.
Rowanpaw, goaded on by Ravenpaw, followed more slowly, more carefully. Duckpaw had to supress an eye-roll, but at least she'd actually joined them - and a very small spark of pride erupted deep within him at the actions of his much more steady, sedate sister.
Neither Duckpaw nor Robinpaw were expecting Ravenpaw to fall. He seemed so sure, so steady, so invincible.
As his head slipped under the water, fear paralysed Duckpaw. He knew he should do something. Jump in the water with him. Try to pull him out. But he was a TreeClan cat. TreeClan cats didn't know how to swim. He'd have been taught if he was meant to be taught. TreeClan cats climbed. RainClan cats swam, like the fish that made the constituent part of their diet.
Drifting downstream, Ravenpaw eventually washed up on the bank. Duckpaw sprinted to him, Robinpaw very close behind. Between them, they did what they could. But Ravenpaw didn't wake up. He drew one final breath then went still.
A stunned state of shock followed. Dimly, Duckpaw remembered running back to the slumbering TreeClan camp, alerting those warriors on guard, running back with them. He ran so much his paws were red raw and bloody.
None of it mattered.
He just wanted his brother back.
He's harboured a sense of unease and resentment around his sister ever since. He knows it's not her fault their brother died. But he'd rather blame anyone than himself.