Post by . s p o r e l e t t ♪ on Apr 20, 2011 16:36:45 GMT -6
<---- YARROWPAW
tom, eight moons
ALLIANCE: HillClan
APPEARANCE: Thin, cream-furred tom with green eyes.
PERSONALITY:
l o g i c a l ! A straightforward young cat, Yarrowpaw likes to focus on things that matter here and now, rather than mulling on the abstract. He doesn't tend to brood about the past uselessly, or worry overmuch about the future. Rather, he has a sort of quietly watchful air about him that suggests he's paying attention to what's going on around him, and making sure that he understands it. There's still plenty that surprises him, but each time he discovers something new, he makes his best effort to learn about it so he'll know it completely should he ever need to.
i n t r o v e r t e d ! Not exactly the type to be obvious about what he's thinking, Yarrowpaw can sometimes surprise others around him when he comes up with a comment apparently out of the blue. He's not much of a chatterbox, he prefers to watch and listen, and speak when the time is right so his words have the greatest effect. Exactly what this effect is depends largely upon the scenario in which he is acting, but despite his tendency towards reticence, there's nothing weak about Yarrowpaw's demeanour. After all, it is indeed true what they say – it's the quiet ones that you have to watch out for.
p l a y f u l ! Introverted tendencies aside, Yarrowpaw does indeed have a sense of humour, and it can come through in surprising and sometimes mischievous ways. The fact that he tends to be more of a quiet and logical thinker only makes his actions all the more startling when he decides to come out of his shell with a sly jest or cunning prank up his sleeve. For such an unassuming tom, he can be quite unabashed and even a bit devilish when the mood hits him.
i m p a s s i o n e d ! Yes, Yarrowpaw is a rather quiet tom. He doesn't speak very much, and he can even be a bit shy at times. But inside that little cat's heart of his, there burns a flame hot enough to rival the greenleaf sun. This is the strength and willingness of character that shows through around his true friends or his family. He's definitely a logical cat, with good sense in his noggin, but even Yarrowpaw has times when he has to do something crazy. For his Clanmates he'd do just about anything, reserved demeanour or not. It's what's inside that truly counts.
REASON FOR NAME:
y a r r o w ! Named at birth for his cream fur, nearly white as yarrow flowers.
p a w ! He has yet to receive his full name.
FAMILY:
m o t h e r ! Cloudfur
f a t h e r !Foxthorn
s i s t e r ! Poppypaw
b r o t h e r ! Redpaw
HISTORY:
y a r r o w k i t ! It was high greenleaf when Cloudfur delivered her first litter, a trio of healthy kits who were the perfect blend of herself and her mate, Foxthorn. The first to be born was Poppykit, the only girl; Redkit came after, and the last to be born was their brother Yarrowkit. The small family got along well, despite Cloudfur's reluctance to linger in the nursery any longer than was needed. In his mother's absence, Yarrowkit quickly became very attached to both of his siblings, and would follow them everywhere with the simple happiness of kithood. Whenever the trio's mother returned to her nest, he delighted in snuggling up to her, and enjoyed her company when he could. Yarrowkit was never able to know his father, however, for it was less than a moon after his eyes opened that the ginger tom was killed in a border dispute. He has no memories of the warrior, and would simply shrug wordlessly if asked about him.
y a r r o w p a w ! The day that he became an apprentice was a happy one for Yarrowpaw. Like his littermates, he was eager to receive a mentor and begin his training, although he had no great aspirations beyond attaining warrior status. For him, he thought, it would be enough just to learn and grow alongside his brother and sister, and indeed, he wasted little time in doing so. The first two moons of his training progressed with a few bumps here and there from the odd prank or escapade on which he and his brother would covertly embark, but nevertheless, he did learn, and remained close with both of his siblings.
RP EXAMPLE:
Spottedfur had been in and out of camp all day, doing patrols and bringing prey back to camp, not to mention taking care of Cloverpaw's training while he did so. The young she-cat was progressing well, and would make a fine warrior in a few moons, he thought. Clan life certainly did keep one busy, especially with the new kits and the queen that had joined the nursery this past moon. It was getting to be the end of kitting season, but it looked like the she-cats of the Clan were determined to have one last go at it before winter made such things too risky to attempt. Such strange creatures, queens were. It was entirely likely he'd never quite understand them.
Thinking about she-cats inevitably brought his thoughts around to one very specific she-cat. It was irritating and inconvenient just how often he found himself thinking about her, but he couldn't seem to rid his thoughts of her, regardless of how often he tried. Padding lightly through the center of camp to drop several small fish and a vole onto the fresh-kill pile, he paused in the intense sun to consider where to go next. He had been up since before dawn to go on border patrol, and had been working nonstop since then. It might be good to rest for a short while in his den, just so that he wouldn't be dead on his paws by the time the sun set. Shaking his head slightly in a vain attempt to rid his thoughts of those warm amber eyes, he made his way into the shade of the warriors den, only to encounter the very cat of whom he had just been thinking.
Annoying to come upon her just when he had been thinking of her, though it wasn't hard to do when he thought of her as much as he did, in a place where they crossed paths so often. Spottedfur's step slowed as he entered the den, treading softly as if to slip by unnoticed, although that was an impossibility. He appeared not to pay much mind to her, giving only a cursory nod in her direction when he noticed that the grey and white warrior was awake, but the sight of moisture glinting in the fur of her face caused his stride to falter. Ah, why did it always have to be this? He should really have learned by now to just leave well enough alone. It was his own damned fault that he couldn't.
"What are you doing?" he asked as he stepped closer, some of his annoyance at his own weakness colouring his tone. "Sitting alone in the dark, crying to yourself? Hardly the mark of a great warrior of RiverClan." Spottedfur stood next to the warrior curled in her nest, gazing down at her with cool green eyes that carefully hid the concern that wanted to stray into his expression. There would be enough time for fussing later, once he determined what exactly it was that had made Puddlepelt cry.
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