Post by :c a i: on Oct 18, 2011 16:33:17 GMT -6
[n a m e] Owlpaw
8 moons
[g e n d e r] Male
[c l a n] WindClan
[r a n k] Apprentice
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Featherfang (d.) - [Mother - WindClan; NPC]
Ospreyclaw - [Father; WindClan; NPC]
Did you give your life for me, and the bad that swells within
Is it human frailty, that which you call “sin”
Is it human frailty, that which you call “sin”
[d e s c r i p t i o n]
handsome, silver-furred, well-proportioned, blue-eyed, i m p a s s i v e, average build
A very good looking, if rather unusual looking, young cat, Owlpaw possesses a coat of thick, soft, white-grey fur with steel grey tabby stripes on his face and legs. Somehow he tends towards the beautiful side of good looks rather than masculine attractiveness, but he is undeniably a fine specimen. Slightly on the smaller side and far from his final height, Owlpaw is not especially strong or tall, but he is quick on his feet. He is in good proportion with nothing too long or short, and he has quite an exquisite face - all black-rimmed slanting blue eyes and dramatic striping with a splash of brown above his nose.
Owlpaw's gait is fast, almost hurried, and there is a distinctly shadowy element to his movement. He is almost always on his own, unless he has to train, and he actively avoids social situations. He just doesn't smile and usually looks very sullen and impassive, sitting off to the side broodingly. He's good at hiding, and if he doesn't want to be found he usually will virtually disappear off the face of the earth, and he tends to seek privacy whenever he can.
creative, vindictive, independent, silent, sinful, BRAVE, daring, empathetic, cool
Owlpaw is not a friendly cat. Owlpaw has never been a friendly cat, for he somehow lacks the will most cats have to be polite and courteous to others. He is a distinctly hostile and isolated youngster, preferring to spend hours alone, thinking or carving patterns on the trunks of trees with his claws instead of socialising or playing games. Surprisingly, he has a very sharp mind, but he almost never shows it as he simply won't talk to most cats. He is actually incredibly creative and eloquent, but his talents are difficult to channel into anything productive for WindClan since neither hunting nor fighting appeal to him. What he is good at is reading other cats - he is remarkably empathetic. But just because he is so sensitive to how others are feeling doesn't make him want to make them feel happy. He is empathetic, not sympathetic. Mostly he just keeps himself to himself, but you can be sure that behind those impassive blue eyes, Owlpaw will be calculating, scrutinising and measuring.
The absence of a maternal figure in Owlpaw's life was something that greatly affected him, and had Featherfang survived to rear her son herself, he may well not have become such a sociopath. Owlpaw definitely knows how to keep a grudge. He doesn't forget, and he certainly doesn't forgive, and he knows who his enemies are. He doesn't have many moral restrictions either, and living in sin isn't really something that bothers him. In Owlpaw's world, right and wrong is subjective and hazy. As a result, he follows the the Warrior Code ostensibly, but doesn't really believe in it. He lives a fairly dangerous life, sometimes putting himself and others in danger out of mere idle curiosity. He is bored easily with a very active, wandering mind, and he doesn't concentrate on one thing for long. He doesn't get scared often and is naturally very courageous, even if that courage is rarely usefully applied.
[h i s t o r y]
A night-born Newleaf kit, Owlpaw's parents had been trying for kits for some time. They were very pleased when they discovered Featherfang was at last pregnant, and for the most part of the pregnancy everything was fine. But, in late evening a couple of weeks before she was due to give birth, Featherfang went to the medicine cat den complaining of stomach pains. Not long after that she went into labour in great distress. The birth was agonising and difficult, and for many hours both she and the medicine cat struggled to bring the kits to light. Eventually, one silver tom was hauled out, and Featherfang took one look at him and called him Owlkit.
Within the hour she was dead.
Complications with Owlkit's birth cost the lives of both Featherfang and the rest of the kits - two she-kits and a tom. Ospreyclaw, who had been away from camp at the time, returned and found his mate and three of his unborn kits dead. Needless to say, he was not in the best state of mind to raise his one son singlehandedly, meaning that for most of Owlkit's early life he was cared for by the other queens in the nursery. But even from the start he had trouble interacting with the other youngsters and did not make any early friends. He was also smaller and feebler than the other kits due to his prematurity, and was subjected to bullying in the nursery.
Things weren't much better when Owlkit became Owlpaw as he wasn't interested in the banter or games the other apprentices liked, and he didn't make much effort to befriend anyone. His kithood tormentors, all big, brash young cats, continued teasing him, the solitary tom who had always been different from them. Owlpaw's relationship with his father was also shaky - though Ospreyclaw recovered from the loss of his mate, he found it difficult to bond with his isolated young son, as they didn't have much in common and they lacked any sort of early bond. Ospreyclaw was also frustrated by his son's apathy and apparent indifference towards training and battling, given that he himself was a tough bruiser of a tom who was keen for his son to be a proper, masculine warrior. Owlpaw certainly wasn't that. He didn't make much effort in training and frequently skived off, hiding out in the moors for hours at a time. As a result, training is slow progress for him and his mentor, and Ospreyclaw frequently hounds Owlpaw for his truancy and low motivation.
