Post by DKT on May 16, 2015 15:41:25 GMT -5
Whitepaw
NightClan | Elder-ish |
13 Moons | Tom |
appearance
Named for the dominant color of his pelt as well as the color of the landscape when he was born, Whitepaw's coat is interrupted by brown tabby patches in the form of a mask, a splotch on his left abdomen, and the toes of his right hindpaw. Despite being fully grown, he's noticeably less muscular than most young warriors his age. He also has a scar on his nose and a small chip in his right canine from a bad fall when he was still a kit. But the most notable thing about Whitepaw is the way he moves. Living with what Twolegs would call moderate cerebellar hypoplasia, he wobbles when he walks and commonly topples over, keeping him from being trained as a warrior alongside his denmates.
personality
Ashamed by his uselessness, Whitepaw is sensitive about the way he moves and always feels like cats are watching him. He tries not to let it show, but he's been known to occasionally snap at cats who check in on him after a tumble.
He knows he's more of a liability to the Clan than an asset, but he wishes with every fiber of his being that he could be a real warrior. Whether bringing back prey with his head held high or sinking his claws into an enemy patrol; he dreams of earning a warrior name. He feels bitter that there aren't many ways for him to help, but he tries not to take it out on any cat. He does, however, roll his eyes and grumble when cats mention StarClan. What kind of "warrior ancestors" would give his Clan such a nuisance? None that he cares to honor.
Aside from his self-consciousness, Whitepaw enjoys talking with his Clanmates and hearing about their duties. He's quick to support his friends and much prefers it to being the center of attention. The young tom also enjoys lending a paw whenever possible. As soon as the opportunity to help shows itself, he is among the first to volunteer. He gets along well with cats his age and older, but often feels awkward around young kits and apprentices.
He knows he's more of a liability to the Clan than an asset, but he wishes with every fiber of his being that he could be a real warrior. Whether bringing back prey with his head held high or sinking his claws into an enemy patrol; he dreams of earning a warrior name. He feels bitter that there aren't many ways for him to help, but he tries not to take it out on any cat. He does, however, roll his eyes and grumble when cats mention StarClan. What kind of "warrior ancestors" would give his Clan such a nuisance? None that he cares to honor.
Aside from his self-consciousness, Whitepaw enjoys talking with his Clanmates and hearing about their duties. He's quick to support his friends and much prefers it to being the center of attention. The young tom also enjoys lending a paw whenever possible. As soon as the opportunity to help shows itself, he is among the first to volunteer. He gets along well with cats his age and older, but often feels awkward around young kits and apprentices.
Supportive | Bitter
background
Whitekit was born to a first-time mother on the tail end of a hard leaf-bare. In fact, Leafeye had just recovered from a case of whitecough when she went into labor. She felt disappointed when only one kit was produced, but the medicine cat was quick to scold her. Her kit was tiny: if any more had been born, she would have been burying her litter instead of nursing. She should thank StarClan that she had any kit at all after so little to eat and a significant sickness!
But as Whitekit began to walk, there was cause for concern. Though many kits are unsteady at first, Whitekit never seemed able to fully coordinate his paws. The medicine cat tried to discover the source of the problem, but it wasn't a sickness he knew. Whitekit was otherwise healthy and didn't seem to be in any pain. The only advice that could be given was to keep an eye on him and keep him in the nursery.
Leafeye tried at first, but Whitekit resented being stuck in the nursery. He wanted to play with the other kits! Eventually, he lead his denmates on a nighttime adventure out of camp. They found a fallen log to play on and, with some help, Whitekit managed to pull himself on top. Before he could dig his claws in, however, his back legs flopped and he fell off, crying in pain before blacking out. When he came to, Leafeye told him he ought to be thankful to have only suffered a chipped tooth and a scratch. From that moment on, a gulf opened between mother and son that niether side is eager to mend.
Shortly after he reached six moons, Whitekit was given the name Whitepaw along with the other kits his age. Unlike them, however, he received no mentor. Since then, he's remained in a gray area in terms of his place in the Clan. Though he slept in the apprentices' den until recently, a cat who asked would be told he sees himself mostly as an elder. He's even taken to sleeping in their den the last moon. Though cats have talked about giving him a warrior name, he has refuses to discuss it. A name isn't a right, but something to be earned. And how could a cat who can barely leave camp ever earn a warrior name?
But as Whitekit began to walk, there was cause for concern. Though many kits are unsteady at first, Whitekit never seemed able to fully coordinate his paws. The medicine cat tried to discover the source of the problem, but it wasn't a sickness he knew. Whitekit was otherwise healthy and didn't seem to be in any pain. The only advice that could be given was to keep an eye on him and keep him in the nursery.
Leafeye tried at first, but Whitekit resented being stuck in the nursery. He wanted to play with the other kits! Eventually, he lead his denmates on a nighttime adventure out of camp. They found a fallen log to play on and, with some help, Whitekit managed to pull himself on top. Before he could dig his claws in, however, his back legs flopped and he fell off, crying in pain before blacking out. When he came to, Leafeye told him he ought to be thankful to have only suffered a chipped tooth and a scratch. From that moment on, a gulf opened between mother and son that niether side is eager to mend.
Shortly after he reached six moons, Whitekit was given the name Whitepaw along with the other kits his age. Unlike them, however, he received no mentor. Since then, he's remained in a gray area in terms of his place in the Clan. Though he slept in the apprentices' den until recently, a cat who asked would be told he sees himself mostly as an elder. He's even taken to sleeping in their den the last moon. Though cats have talked about giving him a warrior name, he has refuses to discuss it. A name isn't a right, but something to be earned. And how could a cat who can barely leave camp ever earn a warrior name?
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