Littlepaw

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Name: Littlepaw
Age: 6 Moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Apprentice - I won't start playing him until we have a definite Mentor-
Clan: ShadowClan
Picture:
Quick Description: White tom with mismatched eyes
Description: His appearance in relation of the Clan he was born to is actually sort of ironic. If not just a fluke or a way to get a few laughs. By all standards Littlepaw is a handsome cat; delicate features, a slim, graceful frame, certainly there is nothing harsh or unpleasant on his face. Other than the brightly mismatched eyes the tom has. His right eye is a pleasing azure whereas the left is a wax-colored green similar to new-leaf foliage.

From nose to tail-base Littlepaw is white, his coat clean as newly-fallen snow and unmarked, save for the decorative gray that consumes his entire tail. Littlepaw moves smoothly and gracefully, a cat built not for power but for speed and accuracy. He stands a few hairs smaller than the average apprentice at this moment but growth is soon to remedy that. But in the unlikely event that he does not get much bigger than he already is his strength of personality will be big enough to compensate for the lack of height. He still has the fluffy kithood pelt, all soft and feathered.


Personality: Unlike most of his age he stills seems to have a general lack of regard for authority and therefore deos not think that rules and restrictions apply to him as they do to everyone else. He is not a mischievous cat so to speak, although he does enjoy the occasional pranks from time to time, but he does have an unusually high probability to cause chaos and discord due to his attitude. Many would label his demanor as audacious and crude if nothing else. Quick at the tongue, Littlepaw has a fiery temper that will make you turn your nose and stalk away. A lot of raw anger is boiling beneath the skin on this handsome beast and he tends to take that anger out on others by insulting them. At times the cat can seem overbearing and very cold but at heart he is just unsettled with feelings of lust and desire crossed with those of respect and sincerity.

Littlepaw however does not percieve himself in such a mindset and describes himself as practical. He will often say, if confronted about his behavior, that his respect his earned not given. This of course poses a serious problem if he tries to assimilate with his Clan who's entire structure is based on othe chain of command. Littlepaw can follow orders, only when they suite him. If he feels that a particular command toward him is too insignificant to deal with he will simply not do it. If asked if the task was completed he was flat-out lie to the face of whoever asks.

Through all his flaws he can be somewhat considerate and when it benefits him, a little nice. Once he knows he has stepped on the toes of someone who is less likely to regard him as an apprentice and see the lurking Warrior in him then he knows when to quit and get back to his duties. Those are times when he makes the most progress and become the poster-boy, or cat, for his Clan.
History of ShadowClan's irremovable stain
Kithood:
Littlekit was born a single kit; surprising when most Queens have multiple. His however was satisfied with the one she had but did not relish the idea of being cooped up in the Nursery. She was a true Warrior at heart but had wanted to please her mate and have offspring at his suggestion. But it was her who would have to harbor the life insider her, push it from her body and nurse it. She hadn't enjoyed the idea at first but she softened and gradually came to love the time she was able to share with her kit.

Littlekit was smothered - there was no other way to put it other then bluntly. His mother would become distressed if he stayed outside the den too long to play with his clanmates. She would urge him to eat more, calling him skinny like Leaf-bare mice and coaxing him to drink more when his belly was swollen from doing just that. She would tell him of peace before the turmoil and rarely elaborate on the viciousness of their battles. It came to a point where Littlepaw grew very aggravated with her and other for not siding with him. He didn't want to be pasted to her side or eating until he exploded.

He wanted to live and do as he pleased and having his desires repressed did not help in the long run.
Apprentice:
Not much has occurred in Littlepaws life as of yet. Or perhaps his lack of enthusiasm diminishes the overall value of what he does day in and day out. Once he became apprenticed and no longer had to stay in the Nursery it was like having a convict be released only to relapse and do everything that had gotten him impounded the first time around. He played pranks on his playmates, hid food in their bedding and claimed they stole it from the pile. He did everything he wanted to do now that his mother couldn't tell him what to do but he did have to work around his mentor as well.Wild and unchecked and refusing to be so Littlepaw has a long way to go to become a Clan Warrior.
RP Example:
Life dictated that as you progress through your existence that you gradually decompose until your genetic makeup topples in onto itself with age. The immunities, once a formidable force to collectively rid the body of infection or dangerous components, weakened substantially until even the foods you consumed had the ability to sicken you.

Birth and eventual death were consistencies none had the power to break and as time advanced there were subtle differences in Mother Nature's actions as she too began to wither. For nothing is eternal nor beyond rebirth but many could attest that this is not entirely true. A great number of species rose and fell seeking the fabled longevity that came with being blessed by spirits or alleged places where water flowed, containing the ability to prolong a beings life expectancy. And although never had such things been proven, they had never been disproved either.

Earth was the only one who knew of such whereabouts and tucked within her thickets and nests were the secrets that entities yearned to discover but never reached their goal. Mother Nature protected these mysteries because she herself intended to use it to replenish herself as time ravaged her soul and others wounded her. It came to a point when her best simply was no good enough and from her hidden coves she could not repair herself as she needed; she needed aid if she was to keep herself from fading as so many of the mythical deities had before her. Thus she hollowed a tree fashioned from an ancient sycamore to create a new life to save herself. However she required a proper catalyst for the procedure and searched high and low for the being who would harbor a portion of her soul.

Humans were destructive, primitive and disrespectful; unsuitable candidates for her purposes. Birds were small and inadequate, easily influenced and hardly reliable. Reptiles were crafty and treacherous, staying loyal to none unless it benefited them. Felines were cynical and haughty; so much so they drove her half crazy. It finally fell on the canines, or more so the ancestors of the beasts that licked the heels of mankind; she turned to the wolves who held a deep respect for her and valued her above all else.
Codeword: Fences

[[ .. FALLEN .. ]]

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