Post by Starfall on Dec 15, 2008 17:35:39 GMT -5
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((Except with a little more black on his face))
Name: Emberpaw (Not sure about a warrior name yet. Emberblaze? Embereyes?)
Gender: Male
Age (as of entering rp): 8 moons
Rank and Clan: Apprentice of SwiftClan
Physical Description: Looks can be deceiving. At a glance, Emberpaw looks like a weedy, undersize specimen. Most of this, however, has to do with his meek, apologetic-- almost cringing-- manner. He's actually an average size for a tomcat his age, with long legs and a fairly athletic build.
His name comes from his tortoiseshell pelt, a mottled mix of black, white, and ginger. The predominant color is black, with the white fur mostly appearing on his paws and underbelly. He has more ginger fur than white, but not as much as the black.
His eyes are amber, often with a blank stare through which very little emotion can ever be glimpsed. Occasionally, when he is happy, they seem to sparkle and burn with laughter for a few instants before returning to their usual impassiveness.
Personality: Emberpaw is almost painfully shy, hating to talk to other cats, even those his own age. He refuses to trust anyone, and is often overtaken by the feeling that he is completely alone in the world, without anyone else that can understand or help him. He especially mistrusts the older warriors, and will occasionally start trembling if one of them speaks to him roughly.
Don't mistake his shyness for cowardice, however. Emberpaw is as brave as any other cat in the Clan, but such is his shyness and distrustfulness that it often seems that he is craven. He hates being thought of as a coward, and that is one of the few things that will move him to anger.
He is also haunted by terrible nightmares, that will having waking up screaming in the middle of the night at least twice a moon.
History: Emberkit and his sister, Breezekit, were born to the queen Aspencloud in the depths of leafbare season. They had another sibling, a nameless kitten who died at birth. For the first moon of their life, it seemed that the shadow of the dead kitten hung over them, and especially their mother-- Aspencloud was drawn and quiet, so different from the vibrant, happy cat she had been before the birth.
Aspencloud's mate was Brightflame, a handsome tortoiseshell who was one of the most respected warriors in the Clan. He was very kind to Emberkit, who soon came to adore him. However, he treated Breezekit very coldly and distantly, hardly seeming to notice her. Aspencloud also seemed to be getting more and more strange, often vanishing for hours at a time and returning with scrapes and scratches along her flanks. She tried to tell her kittens that she had gotten caught in a thornbush, but even the young kittens knew that the bite-mark on their mother's leg had not come from a bush.
Brightflame and Apspencloud began to argue more and more, often where the kittens could hear. One night, during the most heated spat yet, Brightflame slashed Aspencloud across the face with his claws. Emberkit watched in horror as he followed that up with a vicious bite to her tail, and enough curses to scorch the fur off of any cat's ears. The next morning, everything seemed to be as usual, and Emberkit thought that he had dreamed it all. He mentioned the fight to Breezekit, but...
"Shut up!" Breezekit yowled. "Stop saying awful things!"
Emberkit blinked at her in surprise, not knowing what he had said wrong. "I was just imagining it, I think," he began, but Breezekit could not be consoled.
"Be quiet! You're lying, he wouldn't do that!" She fled in a whirl of tabby fur.[/i]
Two moons later, Aspencloud was dead. She washed up on the banks of the RunningWater, and cats began to whisper that she had drowned herself. "Mad," a few cats said, and Emberkit, looking at how Brightflame grieved for his mate, did not know what to believe.
But the next night, Brightflame came to visit his two children in the nursery.
"I'm leaving the Clan," Brightflame whispered, his eyes glittering in the darkness. "I... want to go on an adventure, for a while. Emberkit, will you come with me?"
Emberkit shook his head helplessly. "I... Leave the Clan... I can't..."
Brightflame's eyes were slits. "Son..."
"I'll go!" Breezekit piped up. "I'll go with you, dada. An adventure will be fun!"
The warrior looked as if he had tasted something sour. "Breezekit..."
"Please!" Breezekit begged. Emberkit stared at her, unable to fathom why she wanted to go away.
"Fine," Brightflame sighed tiredly. "Emberkit?"
Emberkit shrunk away. Claws flashing, blood spurting across tabby fur, Aspencloud screaming. "My place is... with my Clan..." The words sounded hollow, even to him.
Brightflame shrugged, his fur rippling in the darkness. "Very well."
The disappearance of Brightflame and Breezekit caused a brief furor among the SwiftClan cats, but it soon died down when cats realized that the two had left the Clan for good. Emberkit grew into an introverted, quiet young apprentice, haunted by the question of whether he should have gone with his sister and his father. Many times he thinks he should have, but when he has jolted awake screaming from a nightmare of blood and teeth and tabby fur, the fear returns and he knows that he made the right choice in not following his father.
((Except with a little more black on his face))
Name: Emberpaw (Not sure about a warrior name yet. Emberblaze? Embereyes?)
Gender: Male
Age (as of entering rp): 8 moons
Rank and Clan: Apprentice of SwiftClan
Physical Description: Looks can be deceiving. At a glance, Emberpaw looks like a weedy, undersize specimen. Most of this, however, has to do with his meek, apologetic-- almost cringing-- manner. He's actually an average size for a tomcat his age, with long legs and a fairly athletic build.
His name comes from his tortoiseshell pelt, a mottled mix of black, white, and ginger. The predominant color is black, with the white fur mostly appearing on his paws and underbelly. He has more ginger fur than white, but not as much as the black.
His eyes are amber, often with a blank stare through which very little emotion can ever be glimpsed. Occasionally, when he is happy, they seem to sparkle and burn with laughter for a few instants before returning to their usual impassiveness.
Personality: Emberpaw is almost painfully shy, hating to talk to other cats, even those his own age. He refuses to trust anyone, and is often overtaken by the feeling that he is completely alone in the world, without anyone else that can understand or help him. He especially mistrusts the older warriors, and will occasionally start trembling if one of them speaks to him roughly.
Don't mistake his shyness for cowardice, however. Emberpaw is as brave as any other cat in the Clan, but such is his shyness and distrustfulness that it often seems that he is craven. He hates being thought of as a coward, and that is one of the few things that will move him to anger.
He is also haunted by terrible nightmares, that will having waking up screaming in the middle of the night at least twice a moon.
History: Emberkit and his sister, Breezekit, were born to the queen Aspencloud in the depths of leafbare season. They had another sibling, a nameless kitten who died at birth. For the first moon of their life, it seemed that the shadow of the dead kitten hung over them, and especially their mother-- Aspencloud was drawn and quiet, so different from the vibrant, happy cat she had been before the birth.
Aspencloud's mate was Brightflame, a handsome tortoiseshell who was one of the most respected warriors in the Clan. He was very kind to Emberkit, who soon came to adore him. However, he treated Breezekit very coldly and distantly, hardly seeming to notice her. Aspencloud also seemed to be getting more and more strange, often vanishing for hours at a time and returning with scrapes and scratches along her flanks. She tried to tell her kittens that she had gotten caught in a thornbush, but even the young kittens knew that the bite-mark on their mother's leg had not come from a bush.
Brightflame and Apspencloud began to argue more and more, often where the kittens could hear. One night, during the most heated spat yet, Brightflame slashed Aspencloud across the face with his claws. Emberkit watched in horror as he followed that up with a vicious bite to her tail, and enough curses to scorch the fur off of any cat's ears. The next morning, everything seemed to be as usual, and Emberkit thought that he had dreamed it all. He mentioned the fight to Breezekit, but...
"Shut up!" Breezekit yowled. "Stop saying awful things!"
Emberkit blinked at her in surprise, not knowing what he had said wrong. "I was just imagining it, I think," he began, but Breezekit could not be consoled.
"Be quiet! You're lying, he wouldn't do that!" She fled in a whirl of tabby fur.[/i]
Two moons later, Aspencloud was dead. She washed up on the banks of the RunningWater, and cats began to whisper that she had drowned herself. "Mad," a few cats said, and Emberkit, looking at how Brightflame grieved for his mate, did not know what to believe.
But the next night, Brightflame came to visit his two children in the nursery.
"I'm leaving the Clan," Brightflame whispered, his eyes glittering in the darkness. "I... want to go on an adventure, for a while. Emberkit, will you come with me?"
Emberkit shook his head helplessly. "I... Leave the Clan... I can't..."
Brightflame's eyes were slits. "Son..."
"I'll go!" Breezekit piped up. "I'll go with you, dada. An adventure will be fun!"
The warrior looked as if he had tasted something sour. "Breezekit..."
"Please!" Breezekit begged. Emberkit stared at her, unable to fathom why she wanted to go away.
"Fine," Brightflame sighed tiredly. "Emberkit?"
Emberkit shrunk away. Claws flashing, blood spurting across tabby fur, Aspencloud screaming. "My place is... with my Clan..." The words sounded hollow, even to him.
Brightflame shrugged, his fur rippling in the darkness. "Very well."
The disappearance of Brightflame and Breezekit caused a brief furor among the SwiftClan cats, but it soon died down when cats realized that the two had left the Clan for good. Emberkit grew into an introverted, quiet young apprentice, haunted by the question of whether he should have gone with his sister and his father. Many times he thinks he should have, but when he has jolted awake screaming from a nightmare of blood and teeth and tabby fur, the fear returns and he knows that he made the right choice in not following his father.