Post by mushu on Jun 23, 2011 19:59:55 GMT -6
Name: Fogpaw
Age: 13 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Apprentice
Mentor:
Love Interest: none as of yet
Kin: N/A
Description: Fogpaw has a round, wide face with large ears and a dark pink nose. Most of his muzzle is a very light gray, almost white, and is surrounded by white until it reaches his eyes, where two stripes of which run down to his chin. A crooked stripe of white fur runs seperates his eyes, with two paler stripes above them. Above his nose is completely gray, with a hint of tawny-ish fur. He has the average RiverClan build, perhaps shorter and stockier than the others in his Clan. He has mesmerizing green eyes that, around the edges, are paler and appear to shimmer more in the sunlight. His whiskers are long and white and usually blend in with parts of his pelt, which is, pale gray and white. His back is mostly gray and his chest is all white. Fogpaw's tail, however, is a slightly darker gray than the rest of his pelt and is striped, dark and light gray, until its dusky tip. It is very fluffy, unlike the rest of him, and slightly stumpy, but not terribly noticeable.
Personality: Fogpaw is not one too keen for other cats' company. Since he was a tiny kit, he has been alone and thinks that this is just the way StarClan has meant things should be. Whenever he begins to come close to another cat, he finds a way to end the relationship. Fogpaw comes off as cold and cynical... And for the most part, he is. He would rather train, hunt and sleep alone than be with his fellow RiverClan apprentices and mentor. But if it meant putting his Clan in danger, he would try to stop himself. Though he is fiercely loyal, sometimes his urge to be alone and yearning to make his Clan proud clouds his judgement. His mentor hopes he will grow out of this as he matures... And Fogpaw does as well. But there is a part of him, hidden deep down inside, that wants someone to fight for him. He would never, ever, admit it, but he knows it is there, the large hole inside of him that needs companionship. More than anything, he wants to be a warrior RiverClan can be proud of, but fears that his Clan will leave him just like his family and his best friend did, that he is just the type of cat everyone will eventually leave.
History: Fogpaw is a half ThunderClan cat, but completely shuns his other-Clan roots. Before he could even open his eyes, his mother and father left the forest so that they could be together. Fogkit was dumped into RiverClan and a queen with one other kit took him in out of pity. Since both of his parents left the Clans, no cat brings up his roots and they are usually forgotten. They also avoid the subject because of his furious reaction that will follow.
The queen that nursed him did just that... And only that. She usually went out of her way to make Fogkit feel unwanted, but her other kit, Foxkit, was just the opposite. From the day his life began, Fogkit remembers her being there, in every memory he can recall. Foxkit could usually be found in the medicine den and Fogkit would tag along. One day, the medicine cat had gone out to gather herbs and the two kits were playing around in the berries alone. Foxkit hadn't eaten that day and ate a couple of the berries... Deathberries.
That was the day when Fogkit became the cat he is today. The queen who had suckled him shunned him and even blamed the little kit for Foxkit's death. But Fogkit didn't care. He'd lost his best friend, no one else mattered.
He was appointed an apprentice shortly after, but had lost all zeal and hunger for life. He is not so gloomy nowadays, but much more cynical, angry at the world, and elder-like. If most cats only heard him talk, they'd guess he was a senior warrior not an apprentice.
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