Post by cloudy on Dec 9, 2010 20:56:31 GMT -6
Name: Tigerpaw (Warrior name: Tigerpelt *Might be changed*)
Age: 11 Moons
Gender:Tom
Clan: RiverClan
Mentor: To be announced.
Rank: Apprentice
Mate/Crush: Open
Kin: Stripedheart – Father – RiverClan – NPC
Palefoot – Mother – RiverClan – NPC
Brightstone – Aunt – RiverClan - NPC
Stonepaw – Cousin – RiverClan – NPC
Hawkpaw – Cousin – RiverClan – NPC
Thornpaw – Cousin – RiverClan – NPC
Description: Tigerpaw is, even at first glance, a handsome little dude. He has thick, plush sandy brown fur that is laced with dark brown stripes, every one perfectly traced, combing his fur into neat sections. His fur is short, but it’s thick, a wonderful gene he inherited from his father. In fact, he got almost everything from his father. He is simply a mini Stripedheart. Like his dad, Tigerpaw is a strong, sturdy build. You’d have to back up and take a running swing to knock him over. Tigerpaw also has very long claws, as well as long, perfectly arched white whiskers. Tigerpaw is proud of the similarity he bears to his father – after all, Stripedheart was a well respected cat, and to look like him was something of an honour.
One thing that Tigerpaw inherited from his mother, however, is white fur. He has luxurious, creamy white fur on his underbelly and his front paws, as though he walked through milk. Tigerpaw has a dark orange nose that is somewhere between red and brown. His most dominant feature? Dark, emerald green eyes. Beautiful eyes, really. No matter how dark it is, there always seems to be a light sparkling in them.
Personality: Little Tigerpaw is pretty much your typical apprentice. He is a strong, fine young cat, lively and easily distracted. He is very dedicated to his training, and determined to always do his best. Sometimes, though, when another apprentice beats him in a fight ro does something better, Tigerpaw can get flustered, and his surprise turns quickly into anger. For example, if he’s fighting with an apprentice and the other apprentice beats him, next time they have a match Tigerpaw will try too hard and, in most cases, hurt the one he is fighting with. He can also be very argumentative. He’ll argue just for the sake of arguing sometimes, and can never admit he’s wrong. This also shows when he talks back to a grown cat, or to his mentor. It often results with extra chores around camp, so Tigerpaw is trying very hard to outgrow this habit.
With the young, pretty she cats, he is also a little bit of a flirt. When he sees one watching, he’ll try extra hard to impress her. It’s just his age, every cat goes through it. He can also be very charming. He knows how to make you feel just right, and in this aspect he is very confident. One aspect he’s not confident in? Swimming, and all water related things. You’d think since he’s born and bred RiverClan, he’d be at ease in the water, but it is not the case. After an incident in his youth, Tigerpaw is now petrified of water, especially if it’s running. He is ashamed of this, and has tried several times to overcome it, but every effort results in failure. That’s what Tigerpaw can feel like sometimes – just a big failure. All because of the stupid water.
History: “What is it, Palefoot? Calm down and take a breath. I can’t understand you when you speak so quickly!”
That’s what Stripedheart said the moment before his life was to be changed forever. In a few moments, he would hear some of the greatest, most exciting, stomach dropping, mouth drying news of his life. With the lively sentence, “ Kits , Stripedheart! I’m having kits!” Stripedheart knew he was in for something big. Palefoot fell to him and Stripedheart returned the embrace, but at the same time his eyes were wide, and he barely held on to Palefoot. He was in shock, you could say.
Well, time went by. Stripedheart did his best to learn what good dads did. He spoke to cats that had fathered previous litters, and learned some helpful tips. Around this time, he also discovered his sister, Brightstone, was expecting a litter as well. Palefoot and Brightstone shared the joys and inconveniences of pregnancy together. It was a happy time for the little family.
Soon enough, Palefoot went into labour. While the medicine cat had anticipated a litter of two to three kits, only one was born. The ecstatic parents however, were not underwhelmed at all. Their son was beautiful, and already they could see potential for a powerful cat. Stripedheart was also thrilled the little tom bore a strong resemblance to him. He had been antsy and uncertain about fatherhood, but once he saw his son all that was gone, and he saw nothing but happiness for the future. They named the kit Tigerkit, for they knew that like the great legendary cat, their son would grow to be powerful and cunning.
After a few days, Brightstone’s litter was born, and it consisted of three toms; Stonekit, Hawk-kit and Thornkit. And a little while after that, all the fine young kits had grown old enough to play and explore together. Tigerkit’s kittenhood was happy and normal, except for one event that scarred Tigerkit for life.
It was leaf-bare when it happened. There wasn’t much to do on a cold afternoon in camp, so the four kits decided to simply play a game of moss ball. They were playing on the edge of camp, close to the river, but not close enough to fall in. That’s when Tigerkit swatted the ball so hard that it skidded past all the other kits and finally rolled to a stop.
Right in the middle of the river.
This part of the river was slower moving, and the ice, while stronger near the shore, still formed a thin layer of ice over the turbulent black water in the middle.
“Good job, Tigerkit!” Stonekit mewled. “What are we going to do now?”
“I’ll go get some moss from the nursery,” Tigerkit replied sheepishly. “We’ll make a new ball.” He was still very embarrassed. He was usually the best at this game, and had never hit the ball so far out of bounds before. He started over in the direction where the nursery was located.
“No!” Hawk-kit shrieked. “This is the best ball we’ve ever had! I want to play with it!”
Stonekit and Thornkit agreed.
Tigerkit agreed, too. This ball bounced really high if you dropped it, and it was soft, even after an intense game. But he wasn’t about to go crawling on the ice for it.
“Go get it,” Thornkit ordered.
“What, just crawl across the ice? I’d fall!”
“Well, the ice covers all the water,” Stonekit pointed out logically. “Just yesterday I saw dad cross the river! And besides, the ice is holding up the moss ball, isn’t it?”
Stonekit was wrong on two counts. Firstly, yes, his father had crossed the ice, but he had crossed farther down the stream where the ice was solid. He was also a skilled swimmer. Secondly, while he was still small, Tigerkit weighed a good deal more than the small little mossball.
“No! I’m not going to!” Tigerkit cried angrily.
“Are you a scaredy mouse?” Thornkit taunted.
“No, I just-“
“The warrior code says we need to be brave!” Hawk-kit yowled.
Tigerkit flattened his ears and narrowed his eyes. He glanced sideways at the mossball, sitting on the ice, teasing him. Finally, he let out a big sigh and puffed out his chest. “Fine. I’ll do it, if only it makes you guys shut up.” And with that, the little tabby kit marched over to the shoreline.
The first steps were easy. The ice was solid, and supported a little kit like him. He marched further out. The mossball was now only a foxlegnth or two away. He took another step, and he felt the ice sink. He quickly drew his paw back, then glanced back at his cousins, who were watching him eagerly. He stepped again. He could see bubbles rushing just underneath the ice.
“It’s not strong enough!” he called back. “I can’t go any further!”
“You’re right there, mouse brain,” Thornkit yelled back. “Hurry up. It’s gonna be sundown soon and Mom will come get us.”
Tigerkit looked back at his footing. He managed once for step, the ice bending below his feet. The moss ball was so close... He tried reaching out his paw to grab it. Big mistake. Big, big mistake.
As Tigerkit leaned forwards, all of his weight shifted to his front paw. The ice just couldn’t hold him. It broke, flipping the unbalanced Tigerkit into the black water.
The kits had all been learning to swim, but in the cold, in the confusion and in his panic, Tigerkit couldn’t remember. The current sucked him further downstream. Air rushed from his lungs into bubbles that flew to the surface. The scariest part, for him, was trying to get to the surface and feeling ice holding him back. Only sometimes, when the ice was weak, could his head break through, and during this time he would gulp in air. But, he was never fats enough or strong enough to hold on. The ice was slippery, and when he managed to grab a piece of ice, it would slip or break, letting Tigerkit get sucked back under.
Back on shore the cousins screamed. Hawk-kit, with the longest legs, ran to camp, screaming for help. Stoenkit and Thornkit ran along side the turbulent river, following Tigerkit, trying to search for him whenever he broke through. Finally, Hawk-kit and a few strong warriors arrived at the stream. They knew little TIgerkit could not last long in this cold. Whenever he broke the surface, Tigerkit yowled, and that’s what let them know where he was. Finally, a warrior named Brackenwhisker spotted the way to get Tigerkit out. Further downstream, and old tree limb had fallen across the river. She climbed onto it, balanced precariously, waiting for Tigerkit to pass by. When he did, she reached down and scooped him up, and dragged him back on shore. The medicine cat had also arrived by now, and checked the little Tigerkit over. Amazingly, he was pretty much unscathed, except for being terribly frightened. He was rushed back to camp anyways. Over the next few days he suffered from flu he caught in the cold, but that was the only physical reminder of the adventure.
Emotionally, it was a different story. Tigerkit was afraid to go near the water again, understandably. The sound of rushing water makes him antsy.
Apprenticeship came in due time, and along with his cousins, who had since apologized many times, Tigerkit was granted a mentor and his apprentice name. Over the moons of his apprenticeship, Tigerpaw was able to conquer some of his fear, thanks to a patient and understanding mentor. He is able to go into water up to his belly, but that’s the very limit. He is disgusted with himself – after all, he is 100% RiverClan, so why can’t he be at peace with the water? Hopefully,Tigerpaw will outgrow this fear. Otherwise, it could seriously mess with his training.
Roleplay example: A RiverClan cat afraid of water, look at that... Poor little dude
Other: Theme: Just a little ditty from the song Unbreakable by Alicia Keys:
We could fight like Ike and Tina
Or give back like Bill and Camille
Be rich like Oprah and Steadman
Or instead struggle like Flow and James Evans
Cuz he ain't no different from you
And she ain't no different from me
So we got to live our dreams
Like the people on TV
We gotta stay tuned
Cuz there's more to see (Unbreakable)
Through the technical difficulties (Unbreakable)
We might have to take a break
But ya'll know we'll be back next week
I'm singing this love is unbreakable
Oh yeah yeah...
Adult Picture:
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