Post by Fenjay on Dec 28, 2019 17:03:40 GMT -6
rabbitjump
THISTLECLAN
dark brown tom-cat with amber eyes.
WARRIOR
MALE (he/him)
TWENTY MOONS
Appearance
Born of two sturdy warriors, he's framed with dependable muscles in an agile little package. Trim, fit, but can't take too much of a hit; he's built more for maneuverability and speed than tanking blows from enemies. The true star of the show is his set of powerful back legs, for which he was granted the suffix -jump.
Although in shadow he could almost be mistaken for a fully black tom, Rabbitjump's pelt is a coarse, medium-length dark brown. He has a sparse tuft of white at the crown of his chest and sprouting between his paw-pads. His underbelly, ears, chin, and tail tip show off a lighter shade of his creamy chocolate coloring.
His face is a marriage of his parents most prominent features-- the round, softly framed face of his father and the more sharp nose and tall ears of his mother. His eyes are a deep amber, almost the color of fresh honey or turning leaves. His nose and ear tissue boast a rich liver color, and any exposed skin shares this look.
Although in shadow he could almost be mistaken for a fully black tom, Rabbitjump's pelt is a coarse, medium-length dark brown. He has a sparse tuft of white at the crown of his chest and sprouting between his paw-pads. His underbelly, ears, chin, and tail tip show off a lighter shade of his creamy chocolate coloring.
His face is a marriage of his parents most prominent features-- the round, softly framed face of his father and the more sharp nose and tall ears of his mother. His eyes are a deep amber, almost the color of fresh honey or turning leaves. His nose and ear tissue boast a rich liver color, and any exposed skin shares this look.
Personality
*GENUINE. Rabbitjump is incredibly upfront about his thoughts and feelings-- he will rarely hide any of his inner self from loved ones or trusted clanmates. When he truly loves, he loves quite deeply and gives freely of his emotions. Going hand in hand with that, he is very loyal to his clan and loved ones. He would lay down his life for the greater good of his family if it were the only way.
*QUICK-WITTED. He was quite introverted as a kit, and as such had a lot of time to make himself laugh. He has a humorous quip for everything if you give him the opportunity. Functionally, his quick thinking helps him stay dancing three steps ahead of his prey and enemies. He is not the strongest, and must rely on his other skill-set to succeed.
*BELIEVER. He does, if in a small way, want to believe that StarClan is watching over them and know better than the living.
*CRUDE. In letting his true self shine, Rabbitjump is often giving a voice to his crude, unpolished side. He is never the most elegant, suave cat in the forest, even if he would like to sometimes pretend so. He's soured a few relationships by being just too much in this department.
*TROUBLEMAKER. It is a almost a compulsion for him to cause mischief, even when the situation certainly does not call for it. His pranks are mostly harmless fun at the expense of others, but he does have a streak of taking it too far. He takes pleasure in spreading gossip and, in his youth, flirting with any she-cats he can. Subconsciously, he is acting out in the hopes of garnering attention he was not granted as a kit.
*SHORT FUSE. He can be quite hotheaded if he's messed with. Rabbitjump is not good at taking his own medicine, and will sometimes blow up at others without much warning.
*QUICK-WITTED. He was quite introverted as a kit, and as such had a lot of time to make himself laugh. He has a humorous quip for everything if you give him the opportunity. Functionally, his quick thinking helps him stay dancing three steps ahead of his prey and enemies. He is not the strongest, and must rely on his other skill-set to succeed.
*BELIEVER. He does, if in a small way, want to believe that StarClan is watching over them and know better than the living.
*CRUDE. In letting his true self shine, Rabbitjump is often giving a voice to his crude, unpolished side. He is never the most elegant, suave cat in the forest, even if he would like to sometimes pretend so. He's soured a few relationships by being just too much in this department.
*TROUBLEMAKER. It is a almost a compulsion for him to cause mischief, even when the situation certainly does not call for it. His pranks are mostly harmless fun at the expense of others, but he does have a streak of taking it too far. He takes pleasure in spreading gossip and, in his youth, flirting with any she-cats he can. Subconsciously, he is acting out in the hopes of garnering attention he was not granted as a kit.
*SHORT FUSE. He can be quite hotheaded if he's messed with. Rabbitjump is not good at taking his own medicine, and will sometimes blow up at others without much warning.
History
*kithood.
Darkbriar took many things in stride, but becoming a first-time mother was not one of them. Her pregnancy was more of a surprise than not, and the transition from ironclad warrior to soft, squishy queen did not come easily to the strong-hearted black molly. She was young and full of spitfire energy that didn't lend well to being cooped up in the nursery-- and as her belly grew heavier, her mood soured more and more, to the point where she had all but pushed her mate, Toadbelly, away.
However, when her litter arrived in late greenleaf, she started to come back around to the idea of motherhood. There were three, the biggest of which being a black tom she named Crowkit. She immediately took a shine to this son, looking like her little shadow. The other two were deep chocolate, more resembling their father. For them, Toadbelly bestowed the names Rabbitkit to the tom and Otterkit to the she-kit.
Although Crowkit was the biggest of the litter, it didn't take long to realize something was wrong with his lungs. Whether it be the leaf-fall chill left unchecked creeping into the nursery tunnels or the defiant will of Starclan, he took his last breath in the night, only a quarter moon after his birth. Darkbriar was devastated as all her hopes for him were deftly snatched away by circumstance, and her cheery mood again sunk down back into sourness and worry.
Although Rabbitkit was too young to recognize that Crowkit was there and then gone, he did recognize the missing feeling of one more warm, squirming body at his side. He did miss the mewls of his littermate, and the uneven breaths of his brother. But Darkbriar, mind foggy with bitter, worried thoughts? Rabbitkit seemed to absorb that worry like a thirsty clump of moss.
Rabbitkit grew introverted and he was filled up to his throat with self-doubt. As his sister flourished and play-wrestled with their denmates, Rabbitkit was more likely to be found napping or playing with stray fallen leaves or bugs seeking refuge from the cold above ground. He would often sit by the mouth of the nursery and watch the other clan cats as they passed through the outside tunnels-- watch warriors with mouths heavy with prey, the medicine cat with bundles of herbs. Apprentices, lanky shadows of their mentors, following excitedly at the heels of their elders.
And while Otterkit was showing promise of an excellent fighter, Darkbriar and Toadbelly had begun to worry that Rabbitkit wouldn't measure up to the standards of a clan warrior.
*apprenticeship.
When it was time to finally move out of the nursery, Rabbitkit found himself both extraordinarily excited but also anxious, shaking like a leaf. He didn't really feel like he was warrior material, but his sister reassured him that warriors could be made if they weren't born ready. He didn't know about that, or how she could know that. Especially training during a particularly harsh leaf-bare.
He was given his apprentice name--Rabbitpaw-- and assigned a mentor: a large silver and black-striped tom named Rainmask. He was strong-willed and confident in himself-- the epitome of a respectable warrior and exactly what Darkbriar and Toadbelly were hoping Rabbitpaw could step up to be. Exactly what Darkbriar had privately pleaded with their leader for, a strong mentor to imprint a masculine, red-blooded nature on Rabbitpaw.
And over the moons, her hopes were quickly realized. As Rabbitpaw grew under Rainmask's mentorship, and with the influence of the other ambitious apprentices, he did start to break out of his shell. He developed slower than the other apprentices, sure, retaining his lanky adolescence as others grew more muscular. As others were growing independent and able to hunt small prey successfully by themselves, Rabbitpaw found himself again in Otterpaw's shadow.
It wasn't until an impromptu hunting competition between the apprentices that he finally clawed free of his introversion. While the others struggled to scent prey in the harsh winter air, Rabbitpaw climbed into the branches of a pine tree-- where his dark shape was quite hidden by the thick and shadowed needles-- and waited to strike from above. He waited for what seemed like forever until an unfortunate white rabbit snuffled along under his trap. He caught the snowy-furred rabbit with two deft pounces, feeling warm blood slick his tongue, the exhilaration of success falling like fresh stardust on his pelt. Rainmask emerged from a snow-dusted brush to praise his apprentice, having seen the whole maneuver. It was a turning point for Rabbitpaw, and after that day, he began to lean into his warrior training more and the seeds of of confidence were sown.
Unfortunately, with confidence came a mischief-making streak. While Rainmask tried to break him from it, nothing ever changed about Rabbitpaw's little pranks and gossip. He loved to roughhouse with the other young toms and share crude jokes about the mollies. And while his father Toadbelly was pleased to have such a confident and strong son in the works, Darkbriar didn't find this behavior particularly fitting of a warrior. For this reason, she will even now only boast of Otterpaw being her child.
*warrior.
At eighteen moons, Rabbitpaw and Otterpaw were finally given their warrior names. Rabbitpaw, for his strong back legs and the significance of his first solo hunt, was named Rabbitjump. Otterpaw was named Otterpelt, not only for her striking resemblance to the creature but for her similarly dark claws and hidden talent for fishing.
He is quite close to his former mentor Rainmask, and has gotten much closer to his sister after their naming ceremony. He continues to hone his hunting skills, and finds himself enjoying border patrols with his clanmates. Maybe his mother doesn't approve of his personality, but even she has to admit he's a at least a half-decent provider for the clan.
He is still quite a young warrior, and hasn't broken free of the boy's club mentality of the apprentice den. He takes joy in the gossip, the mischief, the wrestling, flirting with any good-looking molly that'll look in his direction. He has a long way to go before he is molded into a respectable warrior.
Darkbriar took many things in stride, but becoming a first-time mother was not one of them. Her pregnancy was more of a surprise than not, and the transition from ironclad warrior to soft, squishy queen did not come easily to the strong-hearted black molly. She was young and full of spitfire energy that didn't lend well to being cooped up in the nursery-- and as her belly grew heavier, her mood soured more and more, to the point where she had all but pushed her mate, Toadbelly, away.
However, when her litter arrived in late greenleaf, she started to come back around to the idea of motherhood. There were three, the biggest of which being a black tom she named Crowkit. She immediately took a shine to this son, looking like her little shadow. The other two were deep chocolate, more resembling their father. For them, Toadbelly bestowed the names Rabbitkit to the tom and Otterkit to the she-kit.
Although Crowkit was the biggest of the litter, it didn't take long to realize something was wrong with his lungs. Whether it be the leaf-fall chill left unchecked creeping into the nursery tunnels or the defiant will of Starclan, he took his last breath in the night, only a quarter moon after his birth. Darkbriar was devastated as all her hopes for him were deftly snatched away by circumstance, and her cheery mood again sunk down back into sourness and worry.
Although Rabbitkit was too young to recognize that Crowkit was there and then gone, he did recognize the missing feeling of one more warm, squirming body at his side. He did miss the mewls of his littermate, and the uneven breaths of his brother. But Darkbriar, mind foggy with bitter, worried thoughts? Rabbitkit seemed to absorb that worry like a thirsty clump of moss.
Rabbitkit grew introverted and he was filled up to his throat with self-doubt. As his sister flourished and play-wrestled with their denmates, Rabbitkit was more likely to be found napping or playing with stray fallen leaves or bugs seeking refuge from the cold above ground. He would often sit by the mouth of the nursery and watch the other clan cats as they passed through the outside tunnels-- watch warriors with mouths heavy with prey, the medicine cat with bundles of herbs. Apprentices, lanky shadows of their mentors, following excitedly at the heels of their elders.
And while Otterkit was showing promise of an excellent fighter, Darkbriar and Toadbelly had begun to worry that Rabbitkit wouldn't measure up to the standards of a clan warrior.
*apprenticeship.
When it was time to finally move out of the nursery, Rabbitkit found himself both extraordinarily excited but also anxious, shaking like a leaf. He didn't really feel like he was warrior material, but his sister reassured him that warriors could be made if they weren't born ready. He didn't know about that, or how she could know that. Especially training during a particularly harsh leaf-bare.
He was given his apprentice name--Rabbitpaw-- and assigned a mentor: a large silver and black-striped tom named Rainmask. He was strong-willed and confident in himself-- the epitome of a respectable warrior and exactly what Darkbriar and Toadbelly were hoping Rabbitpaw could step up to be. Exactly what Darkbriar had privately pleaded with their leader for, a strong mentor to imprint a masculine, red-blooded nature on Rabbitpaw.
And over the moons, her hopes were quickly realized. As Rabbitpaw grew under Rainmask's mentorship, and with the influence of the other ambitious apprentices, he did start to break out of his shell. He developed slower than the other apprentices, sure, retaining his lanky adolescence as others grew more muscular. As others were growing independent and able to hunt small prey successfully by themselves, Rabbitpaw found himself again in Otterpaw's shadow.
It wasn't until an impromptu hunting competition between the apprentices that he finally clawed free of his introversion. While the others struggled to scent prey in the harsh winter air, Rabbitpaw climbed into the branches of a pine tree-- where his dark shape was quite hidden by the thick and shadowed needles-- and waited to strike from above. He waited for what seemed like forever until an unfortunate white rabbit snuffled along under his trap. He caught the snowy-furred rabbit with two deft pounces, feeling warm blood slick his tongue, the exhilaration of success falling like fresh stardust on his pelt. Rainmask emerged from a snow-dusted brush to praise his apprentice, having seen the whole maneuver. It was a turning point for Rabbitpaw, and after that day, he began to lean into his warrior training more and the seeds of of confidence were sown.
Unfortunately, with confidence came a mischief-making streak. While Rainmask tried to break him from it, nothing ever changed about Rabbitpaw's little pranks and gossip. He loved to roughhouse with the other young toms and share crude jokes about the mollies. And while his father Toadbelly was pleased to have such a confident and strong son in the works, Darkbriar didn't find this behavior particularly fitting of a warrior. For this reason, she will even now only boast of Otterpaw being her child.
*warrior.
At eighteen moons, Rabbitpaw and Otterpaw were finally given their warrior names. Rabbitpaw, for his strong back legs and the significance of his first solo hunt, was named Rabbitjump. Otterpaw was named Otterpelt, not only for her striking resemblance to the creature but for her similarly dark claws and hidden talent for fishing.
He is quite close to his former mentor Rainmask, and has gotten much closer to his sister after their naming ceremony. He continues to hone his hunting skills, and finds himself enjoying border patrols with his clanmates. Maybe his mother doesn't approve of his personality, but even she has to admit he's a at least a half-decent provider for the clan.
He is still quite a young warrior, and hasn't broken free of the boy's club mentality of the apprentice den. He takes joy in the gossip, the mischief, the wrestling, flirting with any good-looking molly that'll look in his direction. He has a long way to go before he is molded into a respectable warrior.
