Post by fallenreaper on Jun 19, 2020 18:01:28 GMT -6
BARKPAW
REDWOODCLAN
Ruddy Somaili Tabby
apprentice
Tom
23 moons
Appearance
No one will ever mistake Barkpaw as anything but a Redwoodclan tabby. From his appearance to the way he held himself, every inch of him oozed it. Like most Redwoodclan cats, he is above average in size and stocky in build thanks to his muscles. Despite this, many of his fellow clan members note his posture is usually relaxed and patient. Until provoked... then he attacks hard and without warning.
His pelt is a ruddy red with a long, black strip going from his forehead to his tail's end. Perfectly aligned along the spine as if painted on there. There are a few faint black stripes on his face, but unless a cat looks close they blend into his fur.
Barkpaw has a soft angular face, even under the fluff. A white patch covers his mouth and runs a bit under his jaw. It breaks up the mono-color of the coat. Golden eyes often judge his surroundings and relaxed most of the time. Long, triangular ears top his head with long whiskers on his face.
His pelt is a ruddy red with a long, black strip going from his forehead to his tail's end. Perfectly aligned along the spine as if painted on there. There are a few faint black stripes on his face, but unless a cat looks close they blend into his fur.
Barkpaw has a soft angular face, even under the fluff. A white patch covers his mouth and runs a bit under his jaw. It breaks up the mono-color of the coat. Golden eyes often judge his surroundings and relaxed most of the time. Long, triangular ears top his head with long whiskers on his face.
Personality
+Observant
Barkpaw has a knack for being observant. Especially with his other clan mates and surroundings. Fine details will not go under his nose and often can come back to bite others in the tail if they lie to him. Oddly, he’s rather talented when it comes to reading his fellow cats or others. Discomfort shown by his loved ones will cause him to take matters in his own paws. Based on his relationship with the cat, he will try to take the best approach he knows of.
In combat, this gives him a slight edge since he reads his 'opponents' body language while keeping on his pads. However, he has yet to gain more experience and thus not at his best in this area. It also makes ambushing him far harder. A fact his sister has found out on numerous occasions.
+Passionate/Brave
He has a brave and passionate side to him, one hidden past his invert nature. For those closest to him, it's easy to see the unwavering fire to become a strong and productive cat. Someone worthy of Redwoodclan.
This attribute shows more in his actions than his words. While the desire to prove himself burns brightly, Barkpaw isn't aggressive. He won't pick fights blindly, but with caution. If he can avoid physical conflict, he will. This passion also fuels his courage. He doesn't think twice about tossing himself into danger and protect who he values. It's an instinct to him that prevents hesitation in most situations.
+Patient
Though he is young, Barkpaw appears to have patience spanning beyond his moons. Even his younger sibling, Crescentpaw, hasn't managed to cross the line. It makes him a good mediator between his friends because he rarely holds value to their angry words. This doesn't mean he won't lose his temper. Like every other cat, he has one and once someone crosses that line, it takes a while to move on from it. Many moons in fact depending on the pain.
-Soft Hide
Due to his mother's negative influence, Barkpaw has issues taking criticism from others. Even a small comment about a flaw will cause him to withdraw and hyper-focus to improve it. At times, it's even to the point of injury. This can cause bigger mistakes and frustration in the tom until addressed.
-Inverted Nature
Barkpaw has trouble voicing his opinions, good or bad. It takes a bit of prodding for him to actually speak up. It is caused by a lack of confidence in his worth and ability as a clanmate in the eyes of others. It started off when his mother continued to nitpick at his blunt and curious nature. Now, it's a trait in his default personality.
-Insecurity
He doesn't value himself. Instead, he judges his worth based on those more experienced than himself and he loves. If their opinions of him fall, the thought will cause him to withdraw and harming his common sense. The more it festers within him, the more he wants to prove his worth to that individual and change it.
Barkpaw has a knack for being observant. Especially with his other clan mates and surroundings. Fine details will not go under his nose and often can come back to bite others in the tail if they lie to him. Oddly, he’s rather talented when it comes to reading his fellow cats or others. Discomfort shown by his loved ones will cause him to take matters in his own paws. Based on his relationship with the cat, he will try to take the best approach he knows of.
In combat, this gives him a slight edge since he reads his 'opponents' body language while keeping on his pads. However, he has yet to gain more experience and thus not at his best in this area. It also makes ambushing him far harder. A fact his sister has found out on numerous occasions.
+Passionate/Brave
He has a brave and passionate side to him, one hidden past his invert nature. For those closest to him, it's easy to see the unwavering fire to become a strong and productive cat. Someone worthy of Redwoodclan.
This attribute shows more in his actions than his words. While the desire to prove himself burns brightly, Barkpaw isn't aggressive. He won't pick fights blindly, but with caution. If he can avoid physical conflict, he will. This passion also fuels his courage. He doesn't think twice about tossing himself into danger and protect who he values. It's an instinct to him that prevents hesitation in most situations.
+Patient
Though he is young, Barkpaw appears to have patience spanning beyond his moons. Even his younger sibling, Crescentpaw, hasn't managed to cross the line. It makes him a good mediator between his friends because he rarely holds value to their angry words. This doesn't mean he won't lose his temper. Like every other cat, he has one and once someone crosses that line, it takes a while to move on from it. Many moons in fact depending on the pain.
-Soft Hide
Due to his mother's negative influence, Barkpaw has issues taking criticism from others. Even a small comment about a flaw will cause him to withdraw and hyper-focus to improve it. At times, it's even to the point of injury. This can cause bigger mistakes and frustration in the tom until addressed.
-Inverted Nature
Barkpaw has trouble voicing his opinions, good or bad. It takes a bit of prodding for him to actually speak up. It is caused by a lack of confidence in his worth and ability as a clanmate in the eyes of others. It started off when his mother continued to nitpick at his blunt and curious nature. Now, it's a trait in his default personality.
-Insecurity
He doesn't value himself. Instead, he judges his worth based on those more experienced than himself and he loves. If their opinions of him fall, the thought will cause him to withdraw and harming his common sense. The more it festers within him, the more he wants to prove his worth to that individual and change it.
History
When Crescentkit and he were born to Lobelifur, his first thoughts landed on survival. Greedy thoughts for his mother's milk, warmth, and scent drove him to suckle until he could open his eyes. He connected the scents with the blurry sights of his mother. His happiest moments were when he had been blind to his mother's intentions for his sister and him.
Most would've thought his name, Barkkit, was odd for a small kitten. On the night before his apprenticeship, he learned the truth behind it. His mother flat out stated she had wanted him to stay put and rot in place, like stripped bark from a redwood tree. This only deepened the wedge between them and now it could never recover.
As a kit, he foolishly valued his mother's opinion and love. Her praise motivated him into becoming a perfect warrior for her. This burdened him with both good and bad traits.
In his quest for her approval, he would often push himself beyond his limitations. These events lead to anything from broken bones to minor cuts. Rarely did he ever escape the consequences of his actions without a price.
When Lobelifu began to wean Crescentkit and him, he officially met Hazelpaw. Barkkit's first reaction had been simple. He thwapped the older dark pelt cat on the nose then cock his head, pushed into a pouncing posture. Watching intently, he observed the apprentice's reaction. Lobelifur tilted her head up in the form of an eye-roll. She lightly chided him for his bad manners then stood up. She walked out of the den for a break from her kits.
This left Barkkit to stand in an offset way. Unsure about what to do, he continued to stand in place and watch Hazelpaw. After a small period of time, he promptly forgot his mother's disapproval. He pounced the older tom again, this time on the tail. This started a bit of a play fight with Hazelpaw. The apprentice batted and finally pinned Barkkit, who gnawed at the 'attacking' paw. Purring the whole time. This point appeared to start a brother-like relationship between the two. It balanced out his mother's toxic one saving him from being more messed up than he could've been.
Around his third moon, a nightmare had jerked Barkkit awake. Knowing his mother didn't appreciate him waking her, he crept out and sought Hazelpaw. Somehow he had managed to wander into the warrior's den but he found no Hazelpaw. Only a large, longhaired dark tabby tom with yellow eyes. Rowanpath.
Feeling guilty for being caught, Barkkit expected to be scolded and sent on his way. Instead, Rowanpath proved to be friendly and welcoming. Encouraged by the attitude, the small kit thanked him then a conversation started. Eventually, Barkkit explained the nightly walk. He didn’t know when his eyes began to droop or when Rowanpath managed to return him, but when he woke up he found himself next to Lobelifur and Crescentkit. Both of the cats ignorant of his absence. Unsure if he had been given a dream by Starclan or not, Barkkit once more wandered off to find the tom. Rowanpath confirmed he hadn’t been dreaming. The young kit had been glad to add the tom to his growing list of dependable friends.
He had met Leafpaw during one of his many self-training attempts. After a harsh scolding over his weak climbing skills, Barkkit had set his mind to improve them. Crescentkit's mewling distracted their mother long enough for him to skirt away. He sought trees, ones from prying eyes. Not too far into the climbing attempt, he moved to avoid a bird he startled and lost his footing. With a soft yowl, his eyes caught sight of the splotched tabby approaching him. A large, plump, ruffled grouse in her mouth.
Forcing his injured leg down, he tried to hide his injury. Sadly each time he stepped, he hobbled and failed with his act. The Apprentice began to usher him back to camp as they stopped by Orchidshade for treatment.
These cats aren't the only ones in Barkkit's, now called Barkpaw, history, or among his close circle. They did have the a big impact against his mother's assertive nature to control him. Despite their best efforts, his flaws persisted and took root. No cat is perfect after all.
Most would've thought his name, Barkkit, was odd for a small kitten. On the night before his apprenticeship, he learned the truth behind it. His mother flat out stated she had wanted him to stay put and rot in place, like stripped bark from a redwood tree. This only deepened the wedge between them and now it could never recover.
As a kit, he foolishly valued his mother's opinion and love. Her praise motivated him into becoming a perfect warrior for her. This burdened him with both good and bad traits.
In his quest for her approval, he would often push himself beyond his limitations. These events lead to anything from broken bones to minor cuts. Rarely did he ever escape the consequences of his actions without a price.
When Lobelifu began to wean Crescentkit and him, he officially met Hazelpaw. Barkkit's first reaction had been simple. He thwapped the older dark pelt cat on the nose then cock his head, pushed into a pouncing posture. Watching intently, he observed the apprentice's reaction. Lobelifur tilted her head up in the form of an eye-roll. She lightly chided him for his bad manners then stood up. She walked out of the den for a break from her kits.
This left Barkkit to stand in an offset way. Unsure about what to do, he continued to stand in place and watch Hazelpaw. After a small period of time, he promptly forgot his mother's disapproval. He pounced the older tom again, this time on the tail. This started a bit of a play fight with Hazelpaw. The apprentice batted and finally pinned Barkkit, who gnawed at the 'attacking' paw. Purring the whole time. This point appeared to start a brother-like relationship between the two. It balanced out his mother's toxic one saving him from being more messed up than he could've been.
Around his third moon, a nightmare had jerked Barkkit awake. Knowing his mother didn't appreciate him waking her, he crept out and sought Hazelpaw. Somehow he had managed to wander into the warrior's den but he found no Hazelpaw. Only a large, longhaired dark tabby tom with yellow eyes. Rowanpath.
Feeling guilty for being caught, Barkkit expected to be scolded and sent on his way. Instead, Rowanpath proved to be friendly and welcoming. Encouraged by the attitude, the small kit thanked him then a conversation started. Eventually, Barkkit explained the nightly walk. He didn’t know when his eyes began to droop or when Rowanpath managed to return him, but when he woke up he found himself next to Lobelifur and Crescentkit. Both of the cats ignorant of his absence. Unsure if he had been given a dream by Starclan or not, Barkkit once more wandered off to find the tom. Rowanpath confirmed he hadn’t been dreaming. The young kit had been glad to add the tom to his growing list of dependable friends.
He had met Leafpaw during one of his many self-training attempts. After a harsh scolding over his weak climbing skills, Barkkit had set his mind to improve them. Crescentkit's mewling distracted their mother long enough for him to skirt away. He sought trees, ones from prying eyes. Not too far into the climbing attempt, he moved to avoid a bird he startled and lost his footing. With a soft yowl, his eyes caught sight of the splotched tabby approaching him. A large, plump, ruffled grouse in her mouth.
Forcing his injured leg down, he tried to hide his injury. Sadly each time he stepped, he hobbled and failed with his act. The Apprentice began to usher him back to camp as they stopped by Orchidshade for treatment.
These cats aren't the only ones in Barkkit's, now called Barkpaw, history, or among his close circle. They did have the a big impact against his mother's assertive nature to control him. Despite their best efforts, his flaws persisted and took root. No cat is perfect after all.
