Post by gammaneise on Oct 5, 2020 12:51:29 GMT -6
Rookpaw
ThistleClan
robust, long-furred black tom with yellow eyes
apprentice
tom
9 moons
Appearance
STATURE -
In the way of build, Rookpaw is surprisingly substantial. He bears the signs of the 'better things in life', as he would call it, with a healthy, pudgy layer of fat giving him a notable belly. Rookpaw has long, bulky limbs that certainly make him appear stronger than he truly is, with a bulky figure only made to look bulkier with the extra fat coating his currently formed muscles. He sports a long body that looks much shorter due to the added bulk, though when sized up against his clanmates, the difference is often more obvious. Though nowhere near as substantial as a RedwoodClan cat, Rookpaw has a tendency to be taller than his clanmates, with similar musculature, though very obviously less defined.
PELT -
Unlike his clanmates, Rookpaw sports a long coat, though it remains densely packed and not as voluminous as a true 'mane' or plume. As such, his fur has the tendency to be scraggly if unkempt, with an almost wiry texture. Colour-wise, Rookpaw doesn't differ too much, however. A solid black in colour, he has no problem blending in with shadowy settings much like his clanmates, however, exposure to sunlight has caused his black fur to rust to a chocolatey colour at the tips, leaving sections of his fur a deep, warm brown in colour. Rookpaw's tail is plumed to a medium-long length, and long fur gathers underneath his belly and around his chest and neck.
FACE -
Rookpaw's face is rather angular in shape, with defined cheekbones showing beneath his fur. His ears are large in comparison to face, with curled inner fur. His muzzle is average in size, though when paired with the angular shape of his face, it looks narrower than usual.
In the way of build, Rookpaw is surprisingly substantial. He bears the signs of the 'better things in life', as he would call it, with a healthy, pudgy layer of fat giving him a notable belly. Rookpaw has long, bulky limbs that certainly make him appear stronger than he truly is, with a bulky figure only made to look bulkier with the extra fat coating his currently formed muscles. He sports a long body that looks much shorter due to the added bulk, though when sized up against his clanmates, the difference is often more obvious. Though nowhere near as substantial as a RedwoodClan cat, Rookpaw has a tendency to be taller than his clanmates, with similar musculature, though very obviously less defined.
PELT -
Unlike his clanmates, Rookpaw sports a long coat, though it remains densely packed and not as voluminous as a true 'mane' or plume. As such, his fur has the tendency to be scraggly if unkempt, with an almost wiry texture. Colour-wise, Rookpaw doesn't differ too much, however. A solid black in colour, he has no problem blending in with shadowy settings much like his clanmates, however, exposure to sunlight has caused his black fur to rust to a chocolatey colour at the tips, leaving sections of his fur a deep, warm brown in colour. Rookpaw's tail is plumed to a medium-long length, and long fur gathers underneath his belly and around his chest and neck.
FACE -
Rookpaw's face is rather angular in shape, with defined cheekbones showing beneath his fur. His ears are large in comparison to face, with curled inner fur. His muzzle is average in size, though when paired with the angular shape of his face, it looks narrower than usual.
Personality
TRAITS -
Positive
|| Magnanimous | Friendly | Allocentric | Shrewd | Sincere ||
In the way of anger, Rookpaw isn't one to experience it willy-nilly. Generally forgiving and rather slow to reactivity, Rookpaw finds solace in treating others with respect and kindness when possible, forgiveness if the situation calls for it. He's friendly through and through, and though his clanmates tend to have biting tongues, he doesn't seem to fully comprehend their negativity. Insults have a tendency to roll off of him without a second thought, making him a companion virtually impossible to get rid of. His allocentric nature only makes this more apparent, the tom taking an interest in others to the point of being an inescapable presence, whether welcomed or not. Being an active observer, he tends to comment on experiences that others face in a way to gauge their mood. As such, he's surprisingly shrewd. Not to be mistaken... He's hardly shrewd in the sense of general intelligent thought, but he's clearly shrewd in the realm of emotional intelligence. Rookpaw has never been much of a liar, nor crafty, and thus has gotten by on being almost uncomfortably sincere. Though he can lighten a blow in his worded judgements of others, he almost never sugarcoats their true actions. Whether this is a blessing or a curse is entirely dependent on the cats he talks to, always ending in mixed results in regards to friendship for the young tom.
Neutral
|| Absent-minded | Unaggressive | Uninhibited | Breezy | Placid ||
Rookpaw is and never was much of a thinker, nor one to concentrate for long. Though he invests deeply in the lives of the others around him, he loses focus quickly on other matters, his mind wandering whenever forced to focus on things he lacks interest in. Rookpaw is wholly unaggressive, in addition, making him not exactly a prized combatant, nor a suitable rival or competitor. His uninhibited manner, though making him trustworthy, does have a tendency to make him quite the annoyance. At times, his tendency to overshare can make others uncomfortable. For the most part, however, he has a breezy and placid demeanour that peers find hard to hate... Though his lack of commitment to important tasks and seemingly careless attitude have given him quite the negative reputation in other aspects of life.
Negative
|| Procrastinating | Sedentary | Permissive | Forgetful | Muddle-headed ||
If there's one thing Rookpaw hates even thinking about, it's getting tasks done. For the most part, he can't even remember everything that he needs to do. At that, he'd rather forget. Rookpaw is often uncomfortable with his 'relaxation time' being impeded by a duty he'd forgotten to complete, making him quite the sook during any tasks assigned on him in the last minute. As expected, he's more sedentary than others, wishing he could just sit around and talk all day. Don't they all? He's known for lacking a memory that spans anywhere past his index on the cats he's been keeping tabs on, being rather unreliable on that front. He's consistently muddle-headed due to this, more likely to respond with bafflement when asked how his tasks are going, or any other events he's most likely forgotten about. Though remarkably sociable and easy to start up a conversation with, Rookpaw lacks certain boundaries for himself. Though he can criticise others when he believes they've done something wrong, he has a tendency to never apply true consequences to them. As such, he's at risk of being surrounded by those who step all over him, without ever really thinking about it. Even when being wronged, he soon shrugs it off with his trademark forgiveness.
GOALS -
Rookpaw wants to be a good friend. In all honesty, there's not much else he wants to achieve. His goals are short-sighted at best and nonexistent at worst. Overall, however, he wants to cement himself as a 'tree to lean on' when the going gets tough and you have nobody else to talk to.
BELIEFS -
Rookpaw is stoutly agnostic, with no true centred belief about the afterlife or nature's whims. He leans towards the likelihood that some mystical being(s) must exist, though he still isn't quite sure whether it's StarClan or not.
Positive
|| Magnanimous | Friendly | Allocentric | Shrewd | Sincere ||
In the way of anger, Rookpaw isn't one to experience it willy-nilly. Generally forgiving and rather slow to reactivity, Rookpaw finds solace in treating others with respect and kindness when possible, forgiveness if the situation calls for it. He's friendly through and through, and though his clanmates tend to have biting tongues, he doesn't seem to fully comprehend their negativity. Insults have a tendency to roll off of him without a second thought, making him a companion virtually impossible to get rid of. His allocentric nature only makes this more apparent, the tom taking an interest in others to the point of being an inescapable presence, whether welcomed or not. Being an active observer, he tends to comment on experiences that others face in a way to gauge their mood. As such, he's surprisingly shrewd. Not to be mistaken... He's hardly shrewd in the sense of general intelligent thought, but he's clearly shrewd in the realm of emotional intelligence. Rookpaw has never been much of a liar, nor crafty, and thus has gotten by on being almost uncomfortably sincere. Though he can lighten a blow in his worded judgements of others, he almost never sugarcoats their true actions. Whether this is a blessing or a curse is entirely dependent on the cats he talks to, always ending in mixed results in regards to friendship for the young tom.
Neutral
|| Absent-minded | Unaggressive | Uninhibited | Breezy | Placid ||
Rookpaw is and never was much of a thinker, nor one to concentrate for long. Though he invests deeply in the lives of the others around him, he loses focus quickly on other matters, his mind wandering whenever forced to focus on things he lacks interest in. Rookpaw is wholly unaggressive, in addition, making him not exactly a prized combatant, nor a suitable rival or competitor. His uninhibited manner, though making him trustworthy, does have a tendency to make him quite the annoyance. At times, his tendency to overshare can make others uncomfortable. For the most part, however, he has a breezy and placid demeanour that peers find hard to hate... Though his lack of commitment to important tasks and seemingly careless attitude have given him quite the negative reputation in other aspects of life.
Negative
|| Procrastinating | Sedentary | Permissive | Forgetful | Muddle-headed ||
If there's one thing Rookpaw hates even thinking about, it's getting tasks done. For the most part, he can't even remember everything that he needs to do. At that, he'd rather forget. Rookpaw is often uncomfortable with his 'relaxation time' being impeded by a duty he'd forgotten to complete, making him quite the sook during any tasks assigned on him in the last minute. As expected, he's more sedentary than others, wishing he could just sit around and talk all day. Don't they all? He's known for lacking a memory that spans anywhere past his index on the cats he's been keeping tabs on, being rather unreliable on that front. He's consistently muddle-headed due to this, more likely to respond with bafflement when asked how his tasks are going, or any other events he's most likely forgotten about. Though remarkably sociable and easy to start up a conversation with, Rookpaw lacks certain boundaries for himself. Though he can criticise others when he believes they've done something wrong, he has a tendency to never apply true consequences to them. As such, he's at risk of being surrounded by those who step all over him, without ever really thinking about it. Even when being wronged, he soon shrugs it off with his trademark forgiveness.
GOALS -
Rookpaw wants to be a good friend. In all honesty, there's not much else he wants to achieve. His goals are short-sighted at best and nonexistent at worst. Overall, however, he wants to cement himself as a 'tree to lean on' when the going gets tough and you have nobody else to talk to.
BELIEFS -
Rookpaw is stoutly agnostic, with no true centred belief about the afterlife or nature's whims. He leans towards the likelihood that some mystical being(s) must exist, though he still isn't quite sure whether it's StarClan or not.
History
Kit-
“We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”
A cold leafbare morning, it was, when Rookpaw was first introduced into the world. To celebrate it as a momentous occasion seemed an impossible feat. His lone mother, supported only by the other queens of the nursery and with the aide of the medicine cat, hadn't uttered a word after she'd tiringly ensured that his heart beat underneath her steadily working tongue. The effort seemed to sap her energy far more than any prior occurrence, as much was clearly true by the strained happiness she forced through a wavering smile when she was looked upon with jubilance.
A healthy kit in leafbare was quite the feat. The two other bundles rested beside him were never quite so lucky. His remaining two siblings, though weak, clung to life tenaciously. Their mother couldn't help but feel a pit in her stomach with every passing moment she cared for them. With no mate, and a stubborn nature, not much could be done. Rook-kit's mother refused any outside help. In her mind, it almost seemed as though she'd formed an ultimatum; always tottering between a pre-emptive acceptance of her loss, and a fiery determination to raise the three in good health. Neither outlook seemed to help her in any manner.
Rook-kit was the least in need of his mother's attention. He was well aware of such, with his mother's terse tone and the exhaustion clear in not only her tone, but her expression, whenever she spoke to him. She barely spoke to his siblings either, at that, carrying about a morose demeanour at the sheer thought of being around the kits. There were times, as Rook-kit could recall, that she'd tried to share in genuine moments with them as a family, though the process was shallow, rather mechanical. She struggled to express joy whenever his weak siblings showed breakthroughs in their health.
Perhaps, such an intricate act was the perfect defence mechanism she needed. Mere moons into the struggle of life, illness befell the two kits one after another. Her tenacity subsided when she'd noticed the first cough. She withdrew at that time, even further within the recesses of her mind, when the outcome was all too clear. His mother needed no further clues that their lives were short lived.
Rook-kit was barely old enough to speak when he'd finally lost them in succession. Though he mourned in his own confused way, the understanding of their disappearance never struck him. His mother seemed strangely disinterested rather than sorrowful, even as other queens expressed their condolences to her. Melancholic as she usually was, the surface level bond she'd tried to put effort into soon snapped. Rook-kit had tried in vain to rely on her, though it hadn't taken long for him to realise that the effort was fruitless.
Only prior to being an apprentice did Rook-kit begin making friends. He'd found a certain reprieve in socialising with his peers at a young age, taking pride in knowing his earliest denmates like the back of his paw. Two in particular had stood out to him, if only by chance. Ferretkit was a tom his age, along with his meeker brother, Shadekit. To start, Rook-kit was all too aware of Ferretkit. The young tom had a real presence within the nursery, though it wasn't exactly the most positive one. His confidence served him well, however, and it didn't take long for the two to bond... though rather unequally. Even so, regardless, Rook-kit was rather invested in Shadekit, as well.
Rather strange, however, that Ferretkit didn't share that same outlook. He shrugged off any complaint that Ferretkit made about his friendlier behaviour towards the often downcast tom, opting to keep up his calmer and friendlier attitude with the both of them.
Apprentice-
“Bond is stronger than blood. The family grows stronger by bond.”
Rookpaw was far too eager to be an apprentice. Perhaps for reasons other than his personal growth, notable mostly by the absence of his mother from his ceremony. Though her absence did leave him with a sense of shame as he was given his apprentice name, the celebration outweighed any of her negligence. He'd been surrounded by his friends at that stage, granted a mentor he could bond with over time... And it finally seemed as though things were looking up.
Rookpaw still stuck to Ferretpaw's side like glue after their transfer to the apprentice's den, though he soon began to properly socialise as though it were second nature to him. The siblings he'd been raised beside were still active figures in his life, and thus the two gained the majority of his attention. As he grew closer to his arrogant and volatile friend, his personality only began to mellow out, the tom far more invested in his relationships than anything else clan life had to offer him.
“We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”
A cold leafbare morning, it was, when Rookpaw was first introduced into the world. To celebrate it as a momentous occasion seemed an impossible feat. His lone mother, supported only by the other queens of the nursery and with the aide of the medicine cat, hadn't uttered a word after she'd tiringly ensured that his heart beat underneath her steadily working tongue. The effort seemed to sap her energy far more than any prior occurrence, as much was clearly true by the strained happiness she forced through a wavering smile when she was looked upon with jubilance.
A healthy kit in leafbare was quite the feat. The two other bundles rested beside him were never quite so lucky. His remaining two siblings, though weak, clung to life tenaciously. Their mother couldn't help but feel a pit in her stomach with every passing moment she cared for them. With no mate, and a stubborn nature, not much could be done. Rook-kit's mother refused any outside help. In her mind, it almost seemed as though she'd formed an ultimatum; always tottering between a pre-emptive acceptance of her loss, and a fiery determination to raise the three in good health. Neither outlook seemed to help her in any manner.
Rook-kit was the least in need of his mother's attention. He was well aware of such, with his mother's terse tone and the exhaustion clear in not only her tone, but her expression, whenever she spoke to him. She barely spoke to his siblings either, at that, carrying about a morose demeanour at the sheer thought of being around the kits. There were times, as Rook-kit could recall, that she'd tried to share in genuine moments with them as a family, though the process was shallow, rather mechanical. She struggled to express joy whenever his weak siblings showed breakthroughs in their health.
Perhaps, such an intricate act was the perfect defence mechanism she needed. Mere moons into the struggle of life, illness befell the two kits one after another. Her tenacity subsided when she'd noticed the first cough. She withdrew at that time, even further within the recesses of her mind, when the outcome was all too clear. His mother needed no further clues that their lives were short lived.
Rook-kit was barely old enough to speak when he'd finally lost them in succession. Though he mourned in his own confused way, the understanding of their disappearance never struck him. His mother seemed strangely disinterested rather than sorrowful, even as other queens expressed their condolences to her. Melancholic as she usually was, the surface level bond she'd tried to put effort into soon snapped. Rook-kit had tried in vain to rely on her, though it hadn't taken long for him to realise that the effort was fruitless.
Only prior to being an apprentice did Rook-kit begin making friends. He'd found a certain reprieve in socialising with his peers at a young age, taking pride in knowing his earliest denmates like the back of his paw. Two in particular had stood out to him, if only by chance. Ferretkit was a tom his age, along with his meeker brother, Shadekit. To start, Rook-kit was all too aware of Ferretkit. The young tom had a real presence within the nursery, though it wasn't exactly the most positive one. His confidence served him well, however, and it didn't take long for the two to bond... though rather unequally. Even so, regardless, Rook-kit was rather invested in Shadekit, as well.
Rather strange, however, that Ferretkit didn't share that same outlook. He shrugged off any complaint that Ferretkit made about his friendlier behaviour towards the often downcast tom, opting to keep up his calmer and friendlier attitude with the both of them.
Apprentice-
“Bond is stronger than blood. The family grows stronger by bond.”
Rookpaw was far too eager to be an apprentice. Perhaps for reasons other than his personal growth, notable mostly by the absence of his mother from his ceremony. Though her absence did leave him with a sense of shame as he was given his apprentice name, the celebration outweighed any of her negligence. He'd been surrounded by his friends at that stage, granted a mentor he could bond with over time... And it finally seemed as though things were looking up.
Rookpaw still stuck to Ferretpaw's side like glue after their transfer to the apprentice's den, though he soon began to properly socialise as though it were second nature to him. The siblings he'd been raised beside were still active figures in his life, and thus the two gained the majority of his attention. As he grew closer to his arrogant and volatile friend, his personality only began to mellow out, the tom far more invested in his relationships than anything else clan life had to offer him.
