Post by Taxx on Nov 24, 2019 19:40:38 GMT -5
Name: Spiderbite
Age: 29 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description: Spiderbite isn’t really the sort to stand out among his Clanmates. He’s not small, exactly, but he sort of has a tendency to get lost among a crowd. He sports a lot of in-between features: he’s average in height, with thick medium-length fur that shines a various shade of auburn in the light. He’s skinny, which is obvious even with his longer fur.
Spiderbite tends to change his demeanor based on the cat he’s around; with the group of warriors Blackstag claims to lead, he’s louder, more expressive in his stride; when with anyone else, he is softer and more laidback. Yellow eyes do nothing to hide emotion, shining in a face of dark fur.
Description Summary: Medium-sized, lanky tom with thick black fur with a reddish undercoat and bright yellow eyes
Personality: Spiderbite is, above all, a pleaser. At least, such is his intention- it doesn't always work out that way. He doesn't refuse anyone anything, most of the time, and he tries hard to make cats happy, even at the cost of his own. He is as strongly loyal as any of the group that follow Blackstag and Buckfur, boldly asserting himself as NightClan born and raised; the other Clans are nothing to him and he really wouldn't care if they all vanished.
However, Spiderbite lacks one key trait most of the group share: courage. He doesn't do well with being confronted, immediately rolling belly-up and squeaking apologies for whatever he did to anger the other cat, asking how he can fix his mistakes. He doesn't like leaving a situation feeling like someone is still angry at him, and he certainly carries no grudges. He takes full blame for the way the other cat reacted, accepting that somehow he messed up, doing his best to make it right again.
Possibly because Spiderbite knows he has a tendency of messing things up. Not intentionally, but it happens all the same- and all too often. Sometimes his mouth runs faster than his brain, spewing words he hadn't meant to say aloud. He's ridiculously accident-prone, half the time tripping over his own paws as he tries to catch prey. He's utterly hopeless and he knows it, bearing the teasing on his constant failures with a sheepish grin and a boast that he'll catch the next one.
He is close to his sister, Mothlight. From the time they were kits, they've looked out for each other, and whenever he's had a rough time you can usually find him sharing tongues with Mothlight. She doesn't judge him, or laugh at him even in a teasing way, and sometimes that's what he needs. Lately, with Roachpaw becoming an apprentice, Spiderbite has found himself compared- and found not good enough- against his younger brother. The easy closeness he once shared with the younger tom is gone, and he doesn't understand why, and he can't help but be bothered by it.
History: Spiderkit and Mothkit were the firstborn to Marshflower and Sablefoot, born in the middle of leafbare. Not the best time for kits, but the two and their mother pulled through until newleaf, when the forest began to warm again. It wasn't a pleasant newleaf by any means, however; an attack by raccoons caused the death of their deputy just as greencough began to invade the Clan. Spiderkit barely got to see the dead she-cat- kept away by his mother until she was taken to be buried.
Though young, he still grasped the severity of the greencough epidemic that swept through the camp. Many cats were lost, the Clan's warriors diminished as they fell ill, leaving the stronger ones to fight to keep the Clan going. Still innocent, Spiderkit's days were filled with playing with his sister, eating and sleeping- a typical kit's life.
Until the day he got ill, when most of the Clan had begun to recover. Frightened at the thought of the illness spreading again- Dimstar's orders still in effect about the quarantine- Spiderkit was moved immediately to the medicine cat's den, where he spent the first of many nights sleeping in his own nest without the warmth and comfort of his mother and sister close by. His was not a deadly case, but it was a miserable time for the youngster. The forced separation from his mother and Mothkit was as bad as the sickness that gripped him.
But sometimes, in the midst of his illness, he would waken from bad dreams to see the familiar ginger pelt of his sister curled close by, her tongue rasping busily over his forehead and ears, offering him comfort in what ways she could. It was as soothing to his mind as the herbs were to his body, and it's something he's never forgotten: his sister being there for him when he needed her the most.
He recovered quickly enough, and just in time to receive his apprentice name. Oakblaze, who was named as his mentor, began his training right away- and Spiderpaw blundered his way into his first training session.
Over the next six moons, Spiderpaw found himself a great friend in Oakblaze- if not the best mentor. As a result, even now, his abilities are a bit questionable: he can hunt, if the prey is blind and deaf, and he can fight if the other cat is an apprentice with no formal training of their own. But against the skilled hunters and fighters, his abilities pale in comparison. He spent far more of his apprenticeship hanging on the edge of a group of other apprentices: Blackpaw and Buckpaw were three moons older, but Spiderpaw was drawn to them, their talent and their steady strength. Rather than pay attention to the lessons taught, he spent time watching, owl-eyed with wonder, the bigger toms as they went about their day.
They seemed to notice him too, but not always in the kindest way. Spiderpaw took the teasing as a playful sort, laughed along when Blackpaw mimed his most recent failure in hunting or battle practice, and flattened himself to the ground whenever he stuck his foot in his mouth around the bigger tom- which seemed to happen a lot. Then Mothpaw stepped in, making her attempts to draw Spiderpaw away from the two and toward her own friends; Spiderpaw resisted. They weren't hurting anything, it was all in good fun. Blackpaw didn't really mean any of it in a cruel way.
She seemed to understand, because she backed off again, and his apprenticeship continued in the same vein. Somehow, despite his poor skills, he managed to prove himself enough to gain his warrior name alongside his sister, proudly listening as their names were cheered. Mothlight and Spiderbite.
The newleaf that followed was a far cry from the previous: the Clan weathered leafbare well and looked forward to the warmth that would mean increased prey that was plump and well-fed. None of them expected the threat that endangered each Clan- the foxes that ranged the valley. Spiderbite wasn't directly affected by them, for which he was glad; he saw the grief that gripped Sunstorm's family when the older tom was killed by them- and the fear in the eyes of the cats who returned from the Gathering that season when the foxes made their deadly attack. He couldn't imagine the thought of losing his mother or father- and especially Mothlight- to the creatures.
But, in the days that followed, the threat of the foxes became only memory: all but one had been killed at that confrontation, and the last survivor left the valley for good. Life returned to the way it'd been before, and soon after Spiderbite learned that his mother would be bearing a second litter. He was keen on welcoming his new siblings into the world- but the little she-cat, named Antkit, did not survive. Roachkit, however, was strong, and as he grew Spiderbite was happy to spend time with his little brother.
He still doesn't know why, all of a sudden, Roachkit started to treat him differently. There was hatred and disgust in the young tom's eyes, and never a kind word said; his attempts to spend time with Roachkit were ignored, and there wasn't much he could do to change it- watching from a distance as Roachkit became an apprentice alongside Thornscar's litter of three and began his training under Cobrastrike.
Other: None
Age: 29 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description: Spiderbite isn’t really the sort to stand out among his Clanmates. He’s not small, exactly, but he sort of has a tendency to get lost among a crowd. He sports a lot of in-between features: he’s average in height, with thick medium-length fur that shines a various shade of auburn in the light. He’s skinny, which is obvious even with his longer fur.
Spiderbite tends to change his demeanor based on the cat he’s around; with the group of warriors Blackstag claims to lead, he’s louder, more expressive in his stride; when with anyone else, he is softer and more laidback. Yellow eyes do nothing to hide emotion, shining in a face of dark fur.
Description Summary: Medium-sized, lanky tom with thick black fur with a reddish undercoat and bright yellow eyes
Personality: Spiderbite is, above all, a pleaser. At least, such is his intention- it doesn't always work out that way. He doesn't refuse anyone anything, most of the time, and he tries hard to make cats happy, even at the cost of his own. He is as strongly loyal as any of the group that follow Blackstag and Buckfur, boldly asserting himself as NightClan born and raised; the other Clans are nothing to him and he really wouldn't care if they all vanished.
However, Spiderbite lacks one key trait most of the group share: courage. He doesn't do well with being confronted, immediately rolling belly-up and squeaking apologies for whatever he did to anger the other cat, asking how he can fix his mistakes. He doesn't like leaving a situation feeling like someone is still angry at him, and he certainly carries no grudges. He takes full blame for the way the other cat reacted, accepting that somehow he messed up, doing his best to make it right again.
Possibly because Spiderbite knows he has a tendency of messing things up. Not intentionally, but it happens all the same- and all too often. Sometimes his mouth runs faster than his brain, spewing words he hadn't meant to say aloud. He's ridiculously accident-prone, half the time tripping over his own paws as he tries to catch prey. He's utterly hopeless and he knows it, bearing the teasing on his constant failures with a sheepish grin and a boast that he'll catch the next one.
He is close to his sister, Mothlight. From the time they were kits, they've looked out for each other, and whenever he's had a rough time you can usually find him sharing tongues with Mothlight. She doesn't judge him, or laugh at him even in a teasing way, and sometimes that's what he needs. Lately, with Roachpaw becoming an apprentice, Spiderbite has found himself compared- and found not good enough- against his younger brother. The easy closeness he once shared with the younger tom is gone, and he doesn't understand why, and he can't help but be bothered by it.
History: Spiderkit and Mothkit were the firstborn to Marshflower and Sablefoot, born in the middle of leafbare. Not the best time for kits, but the two and their mother pulled through until newleaf, when the forest began to warm again. It wasn't a pleasant newleaf by any means, however; an attack by raccoons caused the death of their deputy just as greencough began to invade the Clan. Spiderkit barely got to see the dead she-cat- kept away by his mother until she was taken to be buried.
Though young, he still grasped the severity of the greencough epidemic that swept through the camp. Many cats were lost, the Clan's warriors diminished as they fell ill, leaving the stronger ones to fight to keep the Clan going. Still innocent, Spiderkit's days were filled with playing with his sister, eating and sleeping- a typical kit's life.
Until the day he got ill, when most of the Clan had begun to recover. Frightened at the thought of the illness spreading again- Dimstar's orders still in effect about the quarantine- Spiderkit was moved immediately to the medicine cat's den, where he spent the first of many nights sleeping in his own nest without the warmth and comfort of his mother and sister close by. His was not a deadly case, but it was a miserable time for the youngster. The forced separation from his mother and Mothkit was as bad as the sickness that gripped him.
But sometimes, in the midst of his illness, he would waken from bad dreams to see the familiar ginger pelt of his sister curled close by, her tongue rasping busily over his forehead and ears, offering him comfort in what ways she could. It was as soothing to his mind as the herbs were to his body, and it's something he's never forgotten: his sister being there for him when he needed her the most.
He recovered quickly enough, and just in time to receive his apprentice name. Oakblaze, who was named as his mentor, began his training right away- and Spiderpaw blundered his way into his first training session.
Over the next six moons, Spiderpaw found himself a great friend in Oakblaze- if not the best mentor. As a result, even now, his abilities are a bit questionable: he can hunt, if the prey is blind and deaf, and he can fight if the other cat is an apprentice with no formal training of their own. But against the skilled hunters and fighters, his abilities pale in comparison. He spent far more of his apprenticeship hanging on the edge of a group of other apprentices: Blackpaw and Buckpaw were three moons older, but Spiderpaw was drawn to them, their talent and their steady strength. Rather than pay attention to the lessons taught, he spent time watching, owl-eyed with wonder, the bigger toms as they went about their day.
They seemed to notice him too, but not always in the kindest way. Spiderpaw took the teasing as a playful sort, laughed along when Blackpaw mimed his most recent failure in hunting or battle practice, and flattened himself to the ground whenever he stuck his foot in his mouth around the bigger tom- which seemed to happen a lot. Then Mothpaw stepped in, making her attempts to draw Spiderpaw away from the two and toward her own friends; Spiderpaw resisted. They weren't hurting anything, it was all in good fun. Blackpaw didn't really mean any of it in a cruel way.
She seemed to understand, because she backed off again, and his apprenticeship continued in the same vein. Somehow, despite his poor skills, he managed to prove himself enough to gain his warrior name alongside his sister, proudly listening as their names were cheered. Mothlight and Spiderbite.
The newleaf that followed was a far cry from the previous: the Clan weathered leafbare well and looked forward to the warmth that would mean increased prey that was plump and well-fed. None of them expected the threat that endangered each Clan- the foxes that ranged the valley. Spiderbite wasn't directly affected by them, for which he was glad; he saw the grief that gripped Sunstorm's family when the older tom was killed by them- and the fear in the eyes of the cats who returned from the Gathering that season when the foxes made their deadly attack. He couldn't imagine the thought of losing his mother or father- and especially Mothlight- to the creatures.
But, in the days that followed, the threat of the foxes became only memory: all but one had been killed at that confrontation, and the last survivor left the valley for good. Life returned to the way it'd been before, and soon after Spiderbite learned that his mother would be bearing a second litter. He was keen on welcoming his new siblings into the world- but the little she-cat, named Antkit, did not survive. Roachkit, however, was strong, and as he grew Spiderbite was happy to spend time with his little brother.
He still doesn't know why, all of a sudden, Roachkit started to treat him differently. There was hatred and disgust in the young tom's eyes, and never a kind word said; his attempts to spend time with Roachkit were ignored, and there wasn't much he could do to change it- watching from a distance as Roachkit became an apprentice alongside Thornscar's litter of three and began his training under Cobrastrike.
Other: None