Post by silverseven on May 31, 2011 20:46:01 GMT -6
<---- Barkpaw
tom, 7 moons(in moons)[/right]
RANK: apprentice
ALLIANCE: Boulderclan
APPEARANCE: A small chocolate brown tabby tom with light blue eyes.
PERSONALITY:
Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Barkpaw is the kind of cat to which the idea silence is golden would most appeal to. He rarely ever speaks and usually just nods his head and lets his body do all the talking for him. The few occasions when he does talk are usually very random occasions, he may need to talk in order to alert a clanmate of potential danger or he may just talk because he feels like it. Some cats have a hard time trying to figure out what Barkpaw's body language means, but once they get used to him they are able to understand what most of his movements mean.
Curiosity Killed the Cat
Barkpaw's mind is like a blank canvas with an entire world as his paint. In other words Barkpaw is curious about the world around him. His curiosity stems from a love of knowledge and a deep rooted desire to know more about how the world works. His heart flutters with each and every new fact he learns and he learns by experiencing things. While there are some cats who would be glad to teach him about the world he prefers to discover things on his own. Barkpaw's curiousity has even led him to begin experimenting with nature, he claws the petals off of flowers to see what's inside, and does many other things that most cats find amusing.
It's not fun to be all alone
Despite his love for knowledge, even knowledge cannot satisfy a lonely soul. His quiet nature is one of the causes. Other apprentices tend to avoid him because of it, they think that he's being rude by not replying to them when they talk to him. He doesn't mean to be rude at all, he just finds that silence allows a cat to think things over properly.
His curiosity is another reason. The other apprentices sometimes find him weird for his odd experiments with the objects of nature. They think that he should not be spending his days ripping apart plants or seeing how far a stick can float down the river. They think that he should be training harder and setting goals for himself so that he can one day reach the warrior status. Barkpaw however is actually training his hardest already.
REASON FOR NAME: His mother saw his fur and thought of the bark of a tree. It was strong and sturdy, able to hold out under pressure and she was hoping that if she gave her kit this name he would grow to be a strong and fearless warrior.
FAMILY: mother:Iceclaw-alive, father- Poppytail-alive, siblings- darkkit-sister-deceased,-mousepaw-brother-alive
HISTORY: Barkpaw was born to two loving parents and had two siblings. Barkpaw was the runt of the litter and was very sickly and frail as a kit, the medicine cat predicted that he wouldn't live very long and that he would most likely be lost to illness. His parents were heartbroken at the thought of losing their tiny kit, he was so helpless and small, surely Starclan wouldn't be so cruel as to end the life of a creature who's life hadn't even begun. However, it was his sister Darkkit who was lost to illness. At 3 moons old Darkkit had contracted greencough from a sick kit and grew horribly ill. Mousekit and Barkkit were made to stay away from their sister until some catmint could be found. Moons passed and Darkkit was hanging on by a mere thread of life, the medicine cat could not find any cat mint and by the time it was found, Darkkit was a short way away from joining Starclan. Mousekit and Barkkit stayed in the back of the den as far from their sister as possible during her last night of life. Barkkit had managed to squirm away from his mother in the middle of the night while she was sleeping and went to see his sister. He nuzzled her reassuringly, thinking that maybe she would be a little more comfortable with him by her side. Darkkit had looked up at him and smiled before she closed her eyes and left for starclan.
Barkpaw and his brother mousepaw had their apprentice ceremony a few moons after their sister died. Mousepaw and Barkpaw began fighting soon after. Each day it seemed like the two had to fight about something, it was always about mousepaw gloating about how he was going to be a great warrior one day and then calling Barkpaw a kittypet. The other cats were quite annoyed and they tried to get them to stop. Mousepaw refused to stop but Barkpaw agreed. Barkpaw thought that since Mousepaw only insulted him that he would stop replying to his brother's insults. His brother's insults have never stopped and so he hardly ever speaks.
RP EXAMPLE: Crowsong's yellow eyes darted from side to side in an effort to find prey. She slowly stalked forward being careful not to make any noise as she searched for even so much as a mouse. Up ahead she noticed a soft grey blotch which peaked her interest. She padded towards the blotch until she could get a goo look at it. From where she was standing it looked to be a rabbit and a plump one at that.
Crowsong lowered herself onto her belly and crept closer to the rabbit. When she was sure that she was close enough, she readied her hind legs and pounced. The rabbit took off running just seconds before the she-cat landed on it, but Crowsong chased after it like a lion chasing a gazelle. The rabbit led her over many a hill before it began to slow down from exhaustion. The small creature was weakened and Crowsong saw this as the perfect chance to strike.
It took only a second for the warrior to attack, her hind legs pushed off the ground and propelled her through the air as she leapt towards her prey. She opened her mouth as she came down near the furry creature and swiftly bit into it's neck as hard as she could. Crowsong stumbled to the ground with her fangs locked onto the rabbit's neck. The rabbit squirmed for a few moments before it ceased it's wriggling.
Crowsong picked herself up off of the ground and grinned as she looked at her kill. She knew her old friend Greenpaw would be proud of her if he was still alive today. The thought of Greenpaw began to awaken Crowsong's bitter personality, she needed to do more hunting to take her mind off of her dead friend. She buried her rabbit before padding off to find more food.
PASSWORD: [fae edit]
(find it in the rules! this is needed every time)
