Post by Egotistic on May 26, 2021 17:23:50 GMT -6
Lionpaw
RedwoodClan
a stocky classic red tabby tom w/ green eyes.
apprentice
male | tom
8 moons
Appearance
While it may be true that he will never tower over anyone—not his denmates or his sisters for that matter—what Lionpaw lacks in vertical aptitude, he more than makes up for in the sheer heftiness of his frame. Proffering broad proportions over lengthy leanness, his limbs are short, stout, and encumbered with a fine endowment of muscle, each ending in sprawling paws much too big for his dwarfed proportions. His shoulders are equally furnished, bearing true for the rest of his physique, from the corded muscle knotting his back and torso to his haunches that ripple with explosive capabilities.
Of his coat, he presents the same as many other RedwoodClanners. His colors are boisterous and flagrant, a rich red overlapped by the presence of thick, classic tabby patterning broken only by glimpses of white at the muzzle, throat, paw, and the tips of a thickly plumed tail. Dense that coat, and thick so that one would find their claws significantly tasked with piercing it, while a thick mane of fur surrounds the broad, boxy framing of his head, giving him the very appearance of his namesake.
In terms of facial features, there is a certain allure to his mien. Though familiar in its simplicity, it suffices in its appeal, from the boxy proportions of his muzzle to the round, almond-shaped eyes that bear a simple green hue. Encompassed by the sprawl of white whisker, the juxtaposition of rugged, masculine features combats the gentle pink flush of nose and paw leather, the roundedness of ear, and the soft implications of youth.
Of his coat, he presents the same as many other RedwoodClanners. His colors are boisterous and flagrant, a rich red overlapped by the presence of thick, classic tabby patterning broken only by glimpses of white at the muzzle, throat, paw, and the tips of a thickly plumed tail. Dense that coat, and thick so that one would find their claws significantly tasked with piercing it, while a thick mane of fur surrounds the broad, boxy framing of his head, giving him the very appearance of his namesake.
In terms of facial features, there is a certain allure to his mien. Though familiar in its simplicity, it suffices in its appeal, from the boxy proportions of his muzzle to the round, almond-shaped eyes that bear a simple green hue. Encompassed by the sprawl of white whisker, the juxtaposition of rugged, masculine features combats the gentle pink flush of nose and paw leather, the roundedness of ear, and the soft implications of youth.
Personality
impulsive, insensitive, flippant.
arrogant, single-minded, unambitious.
ar·ro·gant | /ˈerəɡənt/ | having or revealing an exaggerated sense of one's own importance or abilities. || Lionpaw’s confidence in himself and his own abilities is not up for debate; he believes wholeheartedly in his aptitude and would not flinch from a challenge if it meant further concreting this belief. With this comes a certain conceitedness of which he feels himself deserving. He is not above speaking about his own accomplishments or achievements; he believes that those who do not don’t do so out of modesty but because they simply have nothing impressive to say.
sin·gle-mind·ed | /ˈˌsiNGɡəl ˈˌmīndid/ | having or concentrating on only one aim or purpose. || After Mousesong’s untimely demise, Lionpaw’s ambitions to grow stronger have only been further vitalized. Now, with the opportunity to take matters into his own paws, the pursuit of his goal is unfaltering; rarely will he dawdle in that which will not benefit him in some way.
un·am·bi·tious | /ˌənamˈbiSHəs/ | not motivated or driven by a strong desire or determination to succeed. || For all his bravado and obsession with strength, to apply it outside of himself is out of the question. There is no selflessness in his goals, no want for leadership or a position of power that compels him—only a general disdain for weakness and an attraction to strength. But where one might put such talents to use, Lionpaw revels in them only for his own entertainment, preferring the simplicity of a warrior's life to the encumbering responsibilities of his higher-ups.
im·pul·sive | /imˈpəlsiv/ | acting or done without forethought. || Where some may spend copious hours mulling over decisions, Lionpaw has never favored such a line of thinking. He is action personified—direct, a despiser of idle chit-chat and loath to wait for the opinions of others before taking action. What repercussions might result are obstacles to be overcome as they come.
in·sen·si·tive | /inˈsensədiv/ | showing or feeling no concern for others' feelings. || Lionpaw has a very limited understanding of the emotions of others as he spends very little time meditating on his own. As such, it is all too common for him to speak without considering the emotional ramifications to his peers, and likewise, it is just as likely that he will misunderstand the response he gets to his words and actions. His inability to connect with others on an emotional level makes his flippant and flamboyant exterior daunting, but it’s not something he seems in any great rush to change.
flip·pant | /ˈflipənt/ | not showing a serious or respectful attitude. || Not one roused to anger easily, Lionpaw is nothing if not ambivalent when it comes to dealing with serious matters. He does not expend much energy on emotions, and as such does not doll out anything more than he needs to when regarding that of others. As such, it is hard for him to consider anyone—lofty title or not—with anything in the way of reverence or cordial speak, preferring a more casual tone to serious airs and niceties.
History
Father: Ravenfeather (played by Raven~ )
Mother: Mousesong (deceased)
Littermates: Viperpaw (played by Bandit ) + Wasp-paw (played by Aria )
Mentor: Tigerpool (played by maxx)
Mate(s): n/a
Offspring: n/a
“That one’ll give you trouble,” a weathered queen crowed as she peered down at the cluster of kits bundled against their mother’s belly. A squalling tom—the only one and the smallest of the brood—had garnered her attention. Only just born with lungs to put a grown tom to shame… to imagine a creature so insistent and so angry so young. And where his kin nestled deep, seeking the milk-giving teats upon which to give suck, he sat stolidly; it was that one that did not take part, seeming only to lift his scratchy little mew, dishing out protest after protest. “Most tom’s do, but that one—aye, he’ll be a pawful, and fierce as a lion, too—listen to him roar!” the queen snorted, and there was a great warmth and admiration in her gaze as she spoke.
Though his ears could not see her, though his eyes could not find her, he turned his head knowingly. He looked upon her, blind and deaf as he was, and sounded his bleating roar, and so it was he stirred in her another snort of amusement. Angry indeed! And ready for the world, it seemed.
Perhaps he had always known in some small way that her time would come. So ravaged was she by the onslaught of red-cough, and already weak in tending her brood, it was a wonder at all she recovered at the rate that she did, and yet she had—for a time. She’d regained her old vigor and gone back to her coddling, suffocating ways, and for the briefest of moments, one could hope… to believe that all was right.
But then the rain had come, and though they brooked light, they brought cool nights and dew-filled mornings when the air still rose with the chill of leaf-bare past and sent raking chills down the spines of all. Yet, while the prey returned and their bellies filled, while their strength grew and with it, good spirits, she only weakened. No sooner was it that she had returned than she was ill once more, that her body was racked with trembling coughs that seemed only briefly alleviated by the influence of herbs and soothing poultices.
As each day passed, she only grew worse, and with each day, Lionpaw found himself harder pressed to visit her. To watch her wither away like that… it was nothing short of pathetic—perhaps, even, depressing. He could not bear to see her that way, and so… he didn’t. Not until she had truly passed, and he had no other choice but to confront her, sprawled and stiff with death, to look upon her visage settled in peaceful indifference and feel that twisting, agonizing sensation of revulsion possess him.
How could she have been so weak?
Mother: Mousesong (deceased)
Littermates: Viperpaw (played by Bandit ) + Wasp-paw (played by Aria )
Mentor: Tigerpool (played by maxx)
Mate(s): n/a
Offspring: n/a
Borage Leaves in Autumn
“That one’ll give you trouble,” a weathered queen crowed as she peered down at the cluster of kits bundled against their mother’s belly. A squalling tom—the only one and the smallest of the brood—had garnered her attention. Only just born with lungs to put a grown tom to shame… to imagine a creature so insistent and so angry so young. And where his kin nestled deep, seeking the milk-giving teats upon which to give suck, he sat stolidly; it was that one that did not take part, seeming only to lift his scratchy little mew, dishing out protest after protest. “Most tom’s do, but that one—aye, he’ll be a pawful, and fierce as a lion, too—listen to him roar!” the queen snorted, and there was a great warmth and admiration in her gaze as she spoke.
Though his ears could not see her, though his eyes could not find her, he turned his head knowingly. He looked upon her, blind and deaf as he was, and sounded his bleating roar, and so it was he stirred in her another snort of amusement. Angry indeed! And ready for the world, it seemed.
Important Events of Kithood
Harried by late leaf-fall storms, RedwoodClan territory undergoes a tremendous and daunting transformation. Their hunting grounds had grown inhospitable and cold, laden with muddy terrain where once prey abounded in tempting surplus; in their absence as well as the presence of subsequent hunger came the onslaught of sickness, ravaging their Clan and leaving many ill and despondent. In an effort to shield her young from the dangers of infection, Mousesong, along with her brood of three, retreats into solitude to protect them from the worst of the sickness. Although it keeps them safe from the brunt of it, Lionkit grows restless.
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Despite all precautions taken, Mousesong succumbs to a bought of red-cough that leaves her visibly affected. Regularly treated with herbs and struggling to nurture her kits, Lionkit and his siblings can only watch helplessly as she fights the worst of the sickness. Despite his mothers waning health, Lionkit cannot help but view her slow decay as pathetic; he vows solemnly to never allow such weakness to affect him.
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Winter snows rest heavily on RedwoodClan hunting grounds as food grows ever scarcer. Lionkit, relieved of the nursery in his mother’s decreasing health, finds company in older apprentices and warriors from which he greedily leeches tales of valor and chivalry. Enamored with each telling, he begins to set the foundations on what a warrior should be—strong, ambitious, and undaunting.
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Mousesong recovers from the worst of her bought. Although he’s relieved to see her recover, Lionkit cannot help but view her differently.
The Price of Compassion
Perhaps he had always known in some small way that her time would come. So ravaged was she by the onslaught of red-cough, and already weak in tending her brood, it was a wonder at all she recovered at the rate that she did, and yet she had—for a time. She’d regained her old vigor and gone back to her coddling, suffocating ways, and for the briefest of moments, one could hope… to believe that all was right.
But then the rain had come, and though they brooked light, they brought cool nights and dew-filled mornings when the air still rose with the chill of leaf-bare past and sent raking chills down the spines of all. Yet, while the prey returned and their bellies filled, while their strength grew and with it, good spirits, she only weakened. No sooner was it that she had returned than she was ill once more, that her body was racked with trembling coughs that seemed only briefly alleviated by the influence of herbs and soothing poultices.
As each day passed, she only grew worse, and with each day, Lionpaw found himself harder pressed to visit her. To watch her wither away like that… it was nothing short of pathetic—perhaps, even, depressing. He could not bear to see her that way, and so… he didn’t. Not until she had truly passed, and he had no other choice but to confront her, sprawled and stiff with death, to look upon her visage settled in peaceful indifference and feel that twisting, agonizing sensation of revulsion possess him.
How could she have been so weak?
Important Events of Apprenticeship
At the approach of his sixth moon, Lionkit, Viperkit, and Waspkit are called forth to receive their apprentice names. Lionkit’s training is passed over to the renowned warrior Tigerpool. Pleased with the decision and feeling a step closer to his goals, Lionpaw tackles his apprenticeship with a newfound fervor.
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Recurrent spring showers leave RedwoodClan hunting grounds wet and dripping. Catching chill, Mousesong’s health once again declines. Undertaken by a gripping sickness, Lionkit and his kin watch in silence as she withers away forever. While his siblings mourn her death, Lionkit cannot find himself moved to tears. He only watches, not understanding how they could not have seen such an end in her future. After all, she had always been weak.
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Present time…
