Post by spike on Apr 29, 2011 21:38:22 GMT -6
Yellowtail
tom, twenty-nine moons
tom, twenty-nine moons
RANK:Warrior
ALLIANCE:BrookClan
APPEARANCE:Creamy-tan tom with faint golden markings and yellow-brown eyes.
PERSONALITY:Imperturbable & Disciplined;; Nobody seems to be more in control of his own actions like Yellowtail. Though certainly not leadership material, far too lax for that, he is perhaps a good warrior because of his unflappable ways. Very little seems to make him stumble whether that be in battle or life in general. The downside to this would be his almost emotionless way of reacting, as if he wasn’t fazed by even the greatest news. He seemed so quietly composed even on the day he became a warrior. He’s a self-disciplined cat that merely does as told. He needs to relearn excitement is all.
Lost in Thought;; While most may not know it, Yellowtail is always lost in his mind, thinking about everything. What may seem like an emotionless cat on the outside is truly an imaginative creature within, one that nobody sees. He is always lost in his own world, thinking, never stopping. It has caused him to be a bit soft-spoken and reclusive in comparison to others. He’s still the cat you want around though. When he’s so deep in thought, he’s quite smart and in battle, he rarely will use his claws and fangs if he can help it. He prefers to go brains over claws. He’s somewhat of a pacifist that way.
Lax on Rules;; Okay, there is one flaw that needs to perhaps be pointed out. Yes, he is disciplined and such, but it’s the rules he decides to follow that get some worries. As a youngster, he was always pushing the Warrior Code and the rules of the clan, though never intentionally. He’s the type of cat that curiously will question all rules set before him because he thinks there must be just cause to them. (Secretly, he’s a StarClan nonbeliever as well though don’t tell.) Being raised by other queens and not his own is the only reasonable excuse as to why Yellowtail judges the Warrior Code poorly. But he follows them grudgingly because he knows he must be loyal to his clan and only his clan. That much he believes in and he’ll follow the rules given to him for their sake. For the mentor that taught him, for the friends he’s made, for the leader he respects. But secretly, he doesn’t like the idea that cross-border relations must be so up-tight.
REASON FOR NAME:His creamy, yellowish fur earned him the name Yellowkit. When he was turned warrior, the golden-tan stripes on his tail became his prized marking, also giving him the simplistic name, Yellowtail.
FAMILY:Mother;; Sandfoot
Father;; Hawkeye
HISTORY:When Sandfoot had her first, and only, kit, she already hated him. Why? Well, who couldn’t? He was a mistake, an accident. One persistent urge, a mistake to fall to it, and the father, Hawkeye, was a cat she despised anyways. So as the tiny tan-and-gold kit squealed for attention, though weak, Sandfoot got up and left him there. That was the birth of Yellowkit. The tom was healthy, the only one born and would forever be the only one from either cat. Not that either of them wished for Yellowkit to even exist. For Hawkeye, he was far too average of a son for him and besides, he didn’t even like Sandfoot! So no, he denied even fathering Yellowkit. By the time he was three moons old, he had been weaned off of Sandfoot and onto the other queens because the she-cat was all-too eager to get out of that nursery.
Many think it was this time of parentless life that made him such a questioner to everything, a disbeliever to the common ways of the warriors. Since he was never truly one kit of a litter, he had his freedom with questioning and curiosity, nobody to round him off from it. So Yellowkit had all the freedom in the world to wonder, to ponder and grow unrestrained, also untrained. Nobody really knows what happened during this time, not even Yellowtail himself. But if ever asked, he says he was normal for a kit. Then again, normal never did have a firm definition.
When he became an apprentice, Yellowpaw was lucky enough to get a warrior named Owlfeather, a fine she-cat that encouraged him to think for himself and was very relaxed with his training. It didn’t do any good either because his questioning got louder, or at least to him it did. During this time, witnessing death, witnessing birth, seeing everything that happened, something triggered the odd thought in his mind, the one that soon developed into a belief. “Is StarClan merely a legend?”
That was when the true Yellowpaw was born.
He went on with his training, life, eventually earning his name of Yellowtail. While all seemed normal outwardly, inside, Yellowtail was conflicted on what he was supposed to think and believe. While he loved his clan and would do what he had to in order to protect them and honor them, he worried that perhaps these beliefs were dictating them too much. While he will not speak too much on it, he doesn’t think the warriors are leading the right path and so he feels like he’s faking his own life. However, he’s very good about keeping those to himself for the clan he loves. At least Yellowtail manages to do that.
RP EXAMPLE:Great mouse dung, he had done it again. As the soaking creature lunged out of the river, he yowled and darted the familiar path for his home camp. Behind him, a few mocking sneers were hollered behind him. Well, that hadn’t gone well. When did it ever though? A ragged breath was drawn, drenched paws finally slowing in their long run. Muscles were sore, pawpads were cut, eyes were wide with shock as the young apprentice stood now trembling upon the land of his own clan. Was curiosity such a crime? A nose more interested in what possibly was beyond these borders scented by cats of all kinds? The cream head lowered slightly, panting still as his heart rapidly raced in his chest.
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He tried to swallow but only a dryness was received, rough and coarse as his eyes lingered on the spot where he had ran from. The soft trickling of streams soothed the apprentice as he lowered his head sadly. Perhaps they were all nuts, not just BrookClan. He knew he was supposed to be working on some hunting but he couldn’t help himself when he saw that border. Looking into the other clan’s territory, wondering how they lived in that territory, he had gotten too curious for his own good. Damn this perplexity that infected him. Damn these laws that stated that they were to be so separated. The little tom hesitated before turning back in the direction he came, eyes still flickering faintly.
As he halted near the marked land, he gazed off into the waving grass, a sea of beautiful sunny gold. To live without the constant murmur of brooks, the scent of water in the air, to not have that feeling of the cooling stream washing on your body; how did they live? Muddy-gold eyes flashed as he stayed standing on that border where the two older other clan apprentices had chased him so boldly away. How long he stood there was unknown, but his ears flicked back to listen for the pawsteps and calls of his name.
“Yellowpaw! Yellowpaw, where are you?” Yes, it’d be time to return home now, back to where the others would brag about their training, or about their border patrols, or their hunting, anything worth half a mouse anymore. His mentor didn’t’ need to know about this, not the actions he had performed. He’d figure it all out some day, but for now, he turned and walked towards the voice, so gentle and soft. His cream hide slipped on by vegetation of the land, brushing him as some leaves seemed to pat his head or stroke his back comfortingly. Sometimes home sweet home was all one needed. As the cream tom emerged into the meadow, seeing the dull brown tabby he knew well enough to approach without the same terror as before. Owlfeather turned quickly, sparkling green eyes brighter than ever.
“Yellowpaw! I was looking for you. About time you showed up. Are you ready then? We’re gonna head back now.” Though he nodded with agreeing consent, his mind floated all the way back to the field, all golden and waving in the sun and wind, dancing powerfully before him in a dance of beauty. And that one single pawstep he had taken into a land called forbidden.
Ah, what crazy laws there were to be!
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