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Post by [M]etalpaw-- on Feb 3, 2008 15:24:10 GMT -5
Other Accounts: Clayhip and Ghostface
Name: Metalpaw
Age (in moons): 10 Moons.
Clan: RiverClan.
Rank: Apprentice (You need some!)
Gender: Tom.
Appearance: Metalpaw has the sleek and short fur commonly attributed to RiverClan cats. It lacks the downy lining that would weigh him down in the water, and the way it lays flat on his lithe frame protects him from freezing to death in leaf bare.
His short pelt is a bold black and silver-grey tabby. The silver grey of his base coat is the reason for the name metal -- when it's wet it shines like a precious metal. His legs have bold black stripes which melt into warped black patterns. On his right side, there is a large mark on his flank which loosely resembles an eye. This mark often startles other cats, and they tend to not like to sit on that side of him, because it feels like he's spying on them. His chest and paws are a pale grey, if not white.
His claws are a pale grey that verges on white much like the color of his paws and chest. They curve more inward than the other cats, and if he steps wrong, they can puncture his own black pads. It also makes it slightly more difficult to catch fish, but he has just learned to try harder to make up for his shortcomings.
His tail too, has dark stripes on it. His tail is as thick as a small branch, though it fits him rather well. It is strong and sturdy, and has found use of it by using it to help him steer whilst swimming.
He is sleek and well fed, with a body that was built for the river. He is by no means fat, but is certainly larger than the apprentices of other clans -- he loves to eat. If they would let him, he would probably eat more than any other cat in the clan.
His large, inquisitive eyes are the teal blue of the river that gives him his life, with two black lines leading off from the edges of his eyes to the edges of his round, kitten like face.
Personality: Metalpaw is an inquisitive and curious cat, making him a good apprentice. He is determined to be the best warrior in all the clans combined, and swears by StarClan he will, though whether that is what StarClan wishes, is yet to be unraveled.
Metalpaw is studious, and does all he can to be the best. When not on apprentice duty, he practices. When sleeping, he dreams of being a great warrior, or of practicing. His nightmares consist of failing, and because of this fear of being a failure, he has low self esteem and constantly beats himself up to toughen his spirit and make sure he does things right.
In the rare moments that he isn't on apprentice duty or practicing, one would be surprised at his cocky manner. Despite his low self esteem and feelings of worthlessness, he projects a strong front of being the best, and knowing it. He is not afraid to brag or to challenge the other apprentices, though the moment a warrior says anything, he turns into a humble student, apologizing profusely for his misbehavior and asking them "please don't tell Spellstar or Icepelt that I'm a terrible apprentice!"
He treats the elders with respect, though he doesn't spend that much time with them, because as far as he's concerned, they cannot help him become the best warrior in the forest. Though, he is mistaken. Though he believes in StarClan, he cares not for the lore of old.
The reason for his perverse sense of self loathing coupled with his need to be the best, stems from his parents. They were both old and mediocre cats to say the least, and because of this, little has been suspected of Metalpaw. It's because of this that he is determined to prove himself. That he's not weak because of his parents. That he is more than mediocre.
History: Metalkit's mother, Swallowtail, was an old queen at the time of his birth. This was to be her last litter before she retired to be with the elders, and it showed in her final litter.
The father of Swallowtail's kits were unknown, though it was suspected that the father was Owlear, an overall mediocre warrior who was also nearing retirement age. It was a difficult pregnancy for Swallowtail, and when the birthing came, there were only two kits.
The oldest kit, Sprucekit, was always a very sickly thing. From the time she was born, she was always sniffling and sneezing, never well at all. Surprisingly, the youngest of the two, Metalkit, was stronger and more resilient.
No one was surprised when Sprucekit passed, though it shook Swallowtail a good deal. Secretly, the rest of the clan held little hope that Metalkit would make it past leafbare.
Metalkit, however, proved them wrong. He thrived as a lone kit. His mother doted on him, and there was twice as much food. (This is where he picked up on his habit of eating a good deal and not sharing.)
Time passed, and eventually, he was apprenticed. Others were shocked that he had lived so long, but were pleased none the less when he was apprenticed.
Shortly after, his mother, still in a daze at the loss of Sprucekit, joined the elders. It wasn't long before she, too, passed. Surprisingly, Metalpaw felt little sadness. He had cared for his mother and he mourned her like the rest of the clan, but she was old and he knew it. She was one of the oldest queens ever in RiverClan, and it was because of her that he was not looked at with as much expectation as his fellow apprentices. He'd prove them wrong though. He's be the greatest warrior in the whole forest.
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Name: Metalpaw
Age (in moons): 10 Moons.
Clan: RiverClan.
Rank: Apprentice (You need some!)
Gender: Tom.
Appearance: Metalpaw has the sleek and short fur commonly attributed to RiverClan cats. It lacks the downy lining that would weigh him down in the water, and the way it lays flat on his lithe frame protects him from freezing to death in leaf bare.
His short pelt is a bold black and silver-grey tabby. The silver grey of his base coat is the reason for the name metal -- when it's wet it shines like a precious metal. His legs have bold black stripes which melt into warped black patterns. On his right side, there is a large mark on his flank which loosely resembles an eye. This mark often startles other cats, and they tend to not like to sit on that side of him, because it feels like he's spying on them. His chest and paws are a pale grey, if not white.
His claws are a pale grey that verges on white much like the color of his paws and chest. They curve more inward than the other cats, and if he steps wrong, they can puncture his own black pads. It also makes it slightly more difficult to catch fish, but he has just learned to try harder to make up for his shortcomings.
His tail too, has dark stripes on it. His tail is as thick as a small branch, though it fits him rather well. It is strong and sturdy, and has found use of it by using it to help him steer whilst swimming.
He is sleek and well fed, with a body that was built for the river. He is by no means fat, but is certainly larger than the apprentices of other clans -- he loves to eat. If they would let him, he would probably eat more than any other cat in the clan.
His large, inquisitive eyes are the teal blue of the river that gives him his life, with two black lines leading off from the edges of his eyes to the edges of his round, kitten like face.
Personality: Metalpaw is an inquisitive and curious cat, making him a good apprentice. He is determined to be the best warrior in all the clans combined, and swears by StarClan he will, though whether that is what StarClan wishes, is yet to be unraveled.
Metalpaw is studious, and does all he can to be the best. When not on apprentice duty, he practices. When sleeping, he dreams of being a great warrior, or of practicing. His nightmares consist of failing, and because of this fear of being a failure, he has low self esteem and constantly beats himself up to toughen his spirit and make sure he does things right.
In the rare moments that he isn't on apprentice duty or practicing, one would be surprised at his cocky manner. Despite his low self esteem and feelings of worthlessness, he projects a strong front of being the best, and knowing it. He is not afraid to brag or to challenge the other apprentices, though the moment a warrior says anything, he turns into a humble student, apologizing profusely for his misbehavior and asking them "please don't tell Spellstar or Icepelt that I'm a terrible apprentice!"
He treats the elders with respect, though he doesn't spend that much time with them, because as far as he's concerned, they cannot help him become the best warrior in the forest. Though, he is mistaken. Though he believes in StarClan, he cares not for the lore of old.
The reason for his perverse sense of self loathing coupled with his need to be the best, stems from his parents. They were both old and mediocre cats to say the least, and because of this, little has been suspected of Metalpaw. It's because of this that he is determined to prove himself. That he's not weak because of his parents. That he is more than mediocre.
History: Metalkit's mother, Swallowtail, was an old queen at the time of his birth. This was to be her last litter before she retired to be with the elders, and it showed in her final litter.
The father of Swallowtail's kits were unknown, though it was suspected that the father was Owlear, an overall mediocre warrior who was also nearing retirement age. It was a difficult pregnancy for Swallowtail, and when the birthing came, there were only two kits.
The oldest kit, Sprucekit, was always a very sickly thing. From the time she was born, she was always sniffling and sneezing, never well at all. Surprisingly, the youngest of the two, Metalkit, was stronger and more resilient.
No one was surprised when Sprucekit passed, though it shook Swallowtail a good deal. Secretly, the rest of the clan held little hope that Metalkit would make it past leafbare.
Metalkit, however, proved them wrong. He thrived as a lone kit. His mother doted on him, and there was twice as much food. (This is where he picked up on his habit of eating a good deal and not sharing.)
Time passed, and eventually, he was apprenticed. Others were shocked that he had lived so long, but were pleased none the less when he was apprenticed.
Shortly after, his mother, still in a daze at the loss of Sprucekit, joined the elders. It wasn't long before she, too, passed. Surprisingly, Metalpaw felt little sadness. He had cared for his mother and he mourned her like the rest of the clan, but she was old and he knew it. She was one of the oldest queens ever in RiverClan, and it was because of her that he was not looked at with as much expectation as his fellow apprentices. He'd prove them wrong though. He's be the greatest warrior in the whole forest.
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