Post by Wolfpaw on Oct 14, 2013 7:56:32 GMT -6
Name: Wolfpaw
Formerly: Wolfkit
Age: 9 moons
Gender: tom
Loyalty: MistClan
Build: A large tom, bulky.
Pelt: Medium length fur, gray and white.
Markings: No real odd markings or scars.
Eyes: green
Other: N/A
Reference: wolfpaw
Likes: star watching - competition - dawn - birds - meeting others - sunning - practicing almost anything - being a bossy boots
Dislikes: thunderstorms - snow - being touched by two-legs - being woken up early - being told what to do by younger cats - being wrong - the smell of blood
Strengths:
his sheer bulk
good listener
quick learner
long front claws
good at mediating
polite towards anyone
Weaknesses:
takes things personally
can be forgetful
proud/self-critical
not too speedy
not stealthy
can be cocky
Fears:
being taken by twolegs for a pet
losing his Clan
Personality:
Quiet -
Wolfpaw is quiet, a cat of few words and generally doesn’t feel bad about that. He’s not overly talkative, and excess conversation makes him uncomfortable. He likes peace and quiet, and often he’s keen to escape unwanted company. This might make him come across a little distant or little cold towards others, but that isn't essentially true. He likes other cats, but he’s not fond of those that don’t know how to shut their mouths. If pushed when he doesn't want company, he can be quite snappish, and get irritated easily.
Honest -
One thing you can expect from this young tom, is honesty. He isn’t going to lie to you about something he thinks is important. He doesn't do it to hurt others, he sees it as a way to stop them from hurting themselves. Well, most of the time. Sometimes he does indeed say the hurtful truths, especially if he’s quite upset with you. He tends to try and gentle most things he knows will hurt though, but remember he does have a sharp tongue when he needs it.
Proud -
Some say that he could be the spitting image of his father. He rather thinks he’s more of his mother’s son in spirit, rather than appearance. Despite all of this, he’s gained one thing from his sire, he’s proud. He doesn't want your help, or even admit he might need it. He’s going to run himself into the ground mentally or physically before he walks himself over and asks your for help in any fashion. When injured, he’s probably going to wave it off, try and be tough about it, and end up getting himself screwed over.
Loyal -
This young tom is intense about a few things. His goals in general are one of these things. Loyalty is one of those things. He doesn't do it half-assed, and it’s sort of a personal honor code to stick to it. One he’s loyal to someone, it’s going to for until you ruin it. It’s probably a fault of his, but it makes him, well, him. It's not just his Clan he's loyal to, it's family, and friends as well.
Perfectionist -
The harshest critic is yourself. You know what you did wrong, you feel it in your bones. He believes ‘you’ll improve with practice’ is true only to a point. If you do it wrong over and over, you’ll always do it wrong. Do it right, and you’ll reach perfection. However, he thinks that point should come sooner rather than later. He sees all the flaws quicker than the good, and it rankles him. He demands perfection from not only himself, but everyone around him.
Sire: Graytalon
Dam: Snowberry
Littermates: Mousepaw, Stormpaw
Birthplace: MistClan nursery
History:
kit
Graytalon and Snowberry gave life to three little kits. Three little toms, to be exact, each one a little bundle of joy in their own right. His parents had tried for many moons for kits, and it was all very sweet. Wolfkit was born first, followed by Stormpaw, then tiny Mousepaw. Mousepaw, being the runt, very early on got the brunt of teasing from his brothers. He was their mother's 'baby' though. Graytalon, however, was attached to his bigger sons, and this unwittingly pitted the siblings against each other in attempts to gain their father's attention.
Stormkit was loud, proud, and provoking, while Wolfkit more quiet and observant. What both toms had though, was a competitive streak mile wide. Games became challenges, and heads were butted against each other. Mousepaw, could only watch, as it became quite clear neither brother had the patience to tone things down for their runt sibling.
apprentice
As an apprentice, things haven't changed. Stormpaw and he still bang heads, and Mousepaw is there trying to clean up their messes.
Alias: Alistair
Gender: girl
Age: 21
Experience: 11/12 years