Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2021 3:04:39 GMT -5
Name: Valiantpaw
Age: 9 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: LightningClan
Rank: Apprentice
Picture:
Description: Like his mother and Noblepaw, Valiantpaw’s coat is a pale ginger shade, short and soft; like Daringpaw, his doesn’t sport any patches of white to mar it. Only a darker ginger patch on top of his head, between his ears and on his forehead, is worthy of note. Even his pink nose blends in with the color of his pelt, and his eyes are barely a shade darker, light amber and oval shaped in a broad face.
He’s a solid cat, at nine moons, and he’ll only grow to gain more muscle as he reaches his full potential. He has a heavy step that he can’t seem to lighten- or that he doesn’t care to- and shoulders that roll with his stride. Rarely does Valiantpaw do hurried; his default pace is a steady ambling gait, a smooth step that tends to give him an air of an older cat rather than the young apprentice he is.
Description Summary: Stocky, short-furred ginger tom with vivid amber eyes
Personality: Valiantpaw isn’t like the typical apprentice, eager to please and bursting with enthusiasm. While no less willing to learn, he’s far more likely to wait for his mentor to approach him, rather than the other way around. He doesn’t possess the drive his own littermates do, but all the same he’s learning the same techniques of battle and hunting that they are.
If at somewhat a slower pace. He may have to learn the same thing several times over before it sticks, and his memory isn’t the best when it comes to retaining what he’s being shown, which makes practicing what he’s taught difficult; hunting especially so. He learns and absorbs knowledge at a slower pace, but he does learn. It’s not easy, getting all this new information to stick, but he has the dedicated determination to see his training through to the end.
Everything about Valiantpaw seems geared toward slow: his thoughts, his stride, his speech. He’s rarely in a hurry, and in all honesty he doesn’t much like being pushed into running unless it’s absolutely necessary. Darting from place to place is just not his thing, thanks; there are plenty of other apprentices (Noblepaw) who have that sort of energy to burn. He isn’t the quickest on the uptake of a joke, and it’s not entirely uncommon for him to get it once the conversation’s already passed, chuckling to himself and blinking back at confused glances.
Obviously, he’s not one for rushing into anything or throwing himself at things in the hopes of managing them somehow; if asked a question, he takes his time answering; if presented with a scenario in training, he considers every option before acting. He’s not stupid, his mind works as well as the next cat’s, he just moves through life at a slower pace than most, and where’s the problem in that?
Endlessly patient, Valiantpaw doesn’t seem to have a temper at all. He won’t react to getting snapped at or pushed around, his usual reaction a shrug as if to shake it off before continuing with what he was doing. Taunts are ignored or met with a shrug; unimportant. He doesn’t rise to the bait, doesn’t feel the need to speak defense against untruths or words that have no purpose except to irritate him.
His connections to other cats are difficult: he doesn’t really make an effort with many to maintain ties. Only his family are afforded more than casual conversation or polite nods of acknowledgement; they are generally the ones he chooses most often to sit with, because he knows them well and they him, and this familiarity is comforting, a pleasant constant in an ever-changing world.
History: Rosefire was the only cat Valiantpaw knew as a parent, and as far as he’s concerned she’s all he needs. He’s never known who his father is; if he’s a cat he speaks to every day or if he was a loner his mother sought out; or if he was, StarClan forbid, a cat from another Clan. He doesn’t know, but neither does he care to find out. His loyalties are true to LightningClan. Nothing else but his Clan, and his kin, mattered to him.
He passed the six moons until his apprenticeship within the camp, sometimes playing, other times watching, but waiting all the while for what would come eventually: the ceremony that took him from a sheltered, protected kit to an apprentice ready for molding into a worthy warrior, and the three moons since have been full of new experiences and lessons geared toward him achieving that goal.
Age: 9 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: LightningClan
Rank: Apprentice
Picture:
Description: Like his mother and Noblepaw, Valiantpaw’s coat is a pale ginger shade, short and soft; like Daringpaw, his doesn’t sport any patches of white to mar it. Only a darker ginger patch on top of his head, between his ears and on his forehead, is worthy of note. Even his pink nose blends in with the color of his pelt, and his eyes are barely a shade darker, light amber and oval shaped in a broad face.
He’s a solid cat, at nine moons, and he’ll only grow to gain more muscle as he reaches his full potential. He has a heavy step that he can’t seem to lighten- or that he doesn’t care to- and shoulders that roll with his stride. Rarely does Valiantpaw do hurried; his default pace is a steady ambling gait, a smooth step that tends to give him an air of an older cat rather than the young apprentice he is.
Description Summary: Stocky, short-furred ginger tom with vivid amber eyes
Personality: Valiantpaw isn’t like the typical apprentice, eager to please and bursting with enthusiasm. While no less willing to learn, he’s far more likely to wait for his mentor to approach him, rather than the other way around. He doesn’t possess the drive his own littermates do, but all the same he’s learning the same techniques of battle and hunting that they are.
If at somewhat a slower pace. He may have to learn the same thing several times over before it sticks, and his memory isn’t the best when it comes to retaining what he’s being shown, which makes practicing what he’s taught difficult; hunting especially so. He learns and absorbs knowledge at a slower pace, but he does learn. It’s not easy, getting all this new information to stick, but he has the dedicated determination to see his training through to the end.
Everything about Valiantpaw seems geared toward slow: his thoughts, his stride, his speech. He’s rarely in a hurry, and in all honesty he doesn’t much like being pushed into running unless it’s absolutely necessary. Darting from place to place is just not his thing, thanks; there are plenty of other apprentices (Noblepaw) who have that sort of energy to burn. He isn’t the quickest on the uptake of a joke, and it’s not entirely uncommon for him to get it once the conversation’s already passed, chuckling to himself and blinking back at confused glances.
Obviously, he’s not one for rushing into anything or throwing himself at things in the hopes of managing them somehow; if asked a question, he takes his time answering; if presented with a scenario in training, he considers every option before acting. He’s not stupid, his mind works as well as the next cat’s, he just moves through life at a slower pace than most, and where’s the problem in that?
Endlessly patient, Valiantpaw doesn’t seem to have a temper at all. He won’t react to getting snapped at or pushed around, his usual reaction a shrug as if to shake it off before continuing with what he was doing. Taunts are ignored or met with a shrug; unimportant. He doesn’t rise to the bait, doesn’t feel the need to speak defense against untruths or words that have no purpose except to irritate him.
His connections to other cats are difficult: he doesn’t really make an effort with many to maintain ties. Only his family are afforded more than casual conversation or polite nods of acknowledgement; they are generally the ones he chooses most often to sit with, because he knows them well and they him, and this familiarity is comforting, a pleasant constant in an ever-changing world.
History: Rosefire was the only cat Valiantpaw knew as a parent, and as far as he’s concerned she’s all he needs. He’s never known who his father is; if he’s a cat he speaks to every day or if he was a loner his mother sought out; or if he was, StarClan forbid, a cat from another Clan. He doesn’t know, but neither does he care to find out. His loyalties are true to LightningClan. Nothing else but his Clan, and his kin, mattered to him.
He passed the six moons until his apprenticeship within the camp, sometimes playing, other times watching, but waiting all the while for what would come eventually: the ceremony that took him from a sheltered, protected kit to an apprentice ready for molding into a worthy warrior, and the three moons since have been full of new experiences and lessons geared toward him achieving that goal.