Post by waspwhisker on Jul 21, 2012 20:56:04 GMT -10
Name |
Bluepaw (Probably will most likely end up as Blueheart or Blueclaw)
Gender |
Tom
Age |
6 moons
Rank |
Apprentice
Clan |
FogClan
Beliefs |
A very strong believer in StarClan, Bluepaw is very strict about his beliefs. Any cat that does not follow his beliefs are no friend of his, and he has a strong distaste for PineClan because of this. But he does not agree with how FogClan is ran, and this will develop more as he grows.
Parents |
Gorsefoot (Alive)
Emberheart (Alive)
Siblings |
Thrushpaw (Sister, alive)
Stonepaw (Brother, alive)
Other Kin |
None
Mate |
Not yet
Crush |
Not yet
Kits |
Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor |
Not yet
Appearance |
A smaller sized tom with very kit-like features, Bluepaw is still in the stage where he doesn't quite look like a kit, but he doesn't have apprentice-like traits yet. His blue-grey and white tabby fur, still fluffy like a kits, is just now beginning to smooth out into that of an apprentice.
His eyes are still fairly large and round, and are an amber-olive color.
The young apprentice has a small frame, with small ears, a long, wispy tail, and a short muzzle, but still has the kit like impressions of cute and small. His nose, small and surrounded by long white whiskers, is a ruddy color, and will be well-used for sniffing out prey.
He'll grow up to be no bigger then a new warrior, and will grow to resent that.
Personality |
A tom that is very strict and paranoid, this young blue-grey and white tabby is usually silent. He refuses to talk unless spoken to, fearing a lashing from a mentor or warrior. He follows every rule to the letter, refusing to break the warrior code, for the most part.
Bluepaw has an unbecoming sense of right and wrong; he'll do whatever he can to do the right thing, yet when something isn't right to him, he has to suck it up, for fear of a beating.
All this fear causes this tom to become neurotic and paranoid, especially when in the camp or during of a public confession, where his mother let him listen in, but now he would participate in the display. He trembles and shakes, almost enough to make him ill, and flinches at any movement that catches his eye.
But when the tom is outside of the camp, away from the Council and his crazed leader, he can finally relax and stop worrying so much about beatings. But the edge of worry is always still there, and he tries to keep on his toes outside of camp.
Skills |
Although most cats wouldn't guess it when looking over the trembling apprentice, Bluepaw has the makings of a terrific fighter. His small size means that he could easily dodge most attacks, but unbeknownst to most cats, he has lots of muscle. His hunting and tracking are both below average, but he is a pretty agile swimmer.
History |
It was six moons ago that this little trembling ball of fur was brought into the world. Alongside his siblings Stonekit and Thrushkit, they had a different upbringing. By FogClan standards, that is.
As soon as they could open their eyes, and could begin to speak properly, they had the warrior code hardwired into them. By the time they were three moon old, Gorsefoot and Emberheart had taught them to recite the warrior code by heart. By five moons, their mother let them sit near the entrance and listen to public confessions.
Luckily, Bluepaw was always fearful of receiving beatings, so he luckily has not received one, yet. But out of fear for one, he is always trembling, on alert, and ready to dodge an attack at the flick of a tail.
Yet outside of camp, free from the prying eyes of the council, the tom seems to take deeper breaths. He is finding now, even with so little training, that he may like fighting a whole lot better than hunting!
Critique level |Criticise all aspects of my character
