Post by mahoganypaw on Jan 30, 2008 14:29:47 GMT -5
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Name: Mahoganypaw
Age (in moons): Six moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Apprentice
Gender: Male
Appearance: Mahoganypaw is a long-haired, dark brown male flecked with some black speckles in his coat to give him almost a brindle appearance in correct lighting, enhanced by a small, pink nose. He has dark amber eyes that are usually on his paws most of the time, and he is a good-sized male cat, with well-developed muscles that still need some training before he's a full-fledged fighter. He has a long, thick tail, very feathery and plumy, and carries himself with a tentative step, as though he's afraid he's about to interfere with anything going on. His paws are small and narrow, and he can run at a decent speed but isn't the fastest cat, which limits his prey choices. He speaks with a soft voice that easily carries somehow, and it is usually described as distinctly male yet with a ting to it that catches one's attention, even though he may not mean it. His name, Mahoganypaw, was given to him due to his sturdy appearance and personality, much like a mahogany tree, not due to his coat colour, despite popular belief.
Personality: Mahoganypaw does not resemble his namesake when he is approached, however. He tends to be highminded to a point that may border annoyance with cats not familiar with his personality, but once a cat gets past the bluffing arrogance, he can be a loyal and intelligent friend. He is not used to being fierce, and when he's mentored, he must be taken in with careful guidance, and shown that, on occasion, it's okay to be so devoted to something that it's worth fighting for. He tends to do things often to impress others, things that border on astonishingly foolish - as though he's afraid they'll look down on him for being himself, or being something that is the polar opposite of what they want him to be. He likes to pretend that he's quite tough, even though he's a real pushover. He doesn't make friends very easily, but he's not unkind - in fact, he's almost too polite, especially to cats of rank. His aspiration, even though he would never admit it - is to become a medicine cat; however, due to his promise to his gentle mother, he has kept himself from following that path.
History: Born to his gentle mother Sweetsong and his gruff yet devoted father Honorheart, he was always a very quiet kit, preferring to keep to himself and watch from afar, trying to learn as much as he could even from inexperienced apprentice spars. He was not the only kit to his litter, and he did have a sister at one point - his mother called her Celandinekit, after her green eyes resembled the herb - however, she died at an early age, a very frail little thing that succumbed to greencough. His mother was heartbroken, though she knew it was StarClan's will that such things should happen, and so she kept going, turning all of her attention to her remaining kit. Mahoganypaw never forgot the day Celandinekit suddenly wasn't out to play, however, and it still stings, a painful memory, but he knows StarClan willed it so. He strives to work hard to become a warrior for her, too, despite his one memory of a different path...
When he had been a kit, he had taken ill with greencough as well, not long after his sister had succumbed to it. On the brink of death, even his father visited more often, desperate to do what he could to save his remaining offspring, despite how dangerous the sickness was. Mahoganypaw remembers how the Clan's medicine cat had nursed him back to health almost tirelessly, in a bid to save him. He treasures the memory of that strength, the calm determination almost not of this world, and harbours a love for the path of the healers. Although it an ambition, he will never admit to it - not after the promise he had made to his mother once he had recovered. "Don't worry. I'll be a warrior for Celandinekit too ..."
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