The dull red tabby shivered in his short coat while the cat batted his side with, thankfully, sheathed claws. Swinging his head around to face her, the young apprentice watched her with wide eyes. What was he to do? His mind said to run, but the scratch in his hind leg made him wary of that decision.
Lurching backwards, the seven-moon apprentice rocked onto his paws, giving a hasty glance to Grapepaw.
Dogpaw knew it was true, maybe not for Grapepaw, but the young red tom was too young and untrained for a battle such as this. On three legs, he wobbled slightly but soon got his barings. With a quick glance to his fellow apprentice, Dogpaw tried to remind her, for when he was to dash off to camp, he would alert other warriors.
Running was hard on three legs, but the tom managed to hobble a few tail lengths away without slowing down. His heart had begun to beat heavily in his flopped ear again, causing the gash on his forehead to shimmer with new blood, and he wondered just how many cats would heed his call for help.
I saw a thread swap before, somewhere, but I've forgotten where.
Is there still one around? Because I have a Riverclan battle thread to post.
Aw, that's too bad. :c Do you know where I could get people's attention to the battle thread?
Also, did you know that one of the paintings in the background of Viva La Vida's music video is Liberty Leading the People, which was painted during the neoclassical period when Napoleon was thrown out of the government?
Character Name:
Dogkit, [Dogpaw], Dogwild.
Character Age:
7 Moons
Gender:
Tomcat
Alliance:
RiverClan
Rank:
Apprentice
Appearance (6 or more sentences):
Dogpaw is frightfully skinny for an apprentice, especially one his age. The young apprentice's fur is a mixture of dark and dull red tabby, the stripes are hollow and tipped, creating a unique marking by the name of Candle-Flame tabby, or Braided tabby for a more simple name. This fur is short and thin, and coupled with his long and angular face, it shows the young apprentice's oriental mixed genepool. His eyes are wide, contrasting with his long muzzle and high cheeks, and are a brilliant shade of lemon yellow, small hints of chartreuse scattered in his iris. His legs and overall stature are about average, lineage giving him a sleek build, though now more skin-and-bones than anything, his thin snakelike tail usually drooped onto the ground.
Along with the odd braided tabby markings, the lemon-lime eyes, and the skinny waist, another detail adds to the young tom's unique appearance. Dogpaw was named solely for his drooped left ear, a torn ligament from his hasty birth had damaged it, leaving it constantly flopping to the side. Of course, he can still hear with it, and it can twitch, but it's rotation is impaired.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):
Dogpaw is a thoroughly skittish and uneasy cat, always alerted by the smallest sound or movement. He expects the worse to happen in most situations, and is rarely calm and collected with his mind whirring and ticking like a bomb ready to blow. It's not uncommon that he has nightmares, usually consisting of bigcats, and getting attacked or eaten by them; afterwards it's easy to tell, as he will try to keep himself awake with remedial tasks, and will avoid eating as to not get drowsy. Because of this, Dogpaw is quite weak and slow-thinking. Riverclan, being only protected by a river, seems way out in the open to the red tom, and he wants only to find a place that's quiet and safe, well protected from enemies. This kind of thinking has raised suspicion of treachery by some cats, Dogpaw's mind whirring too fast to really notice such sneering faces.
---Likes (at least 3):
Peace and Quiet,
Play-fighting with cattails in newleaf,
Clear skies.
--- Dislikes (at least 3):
Cold weather/ Leaf-Bare,
Having to sleep in fear of nightmares,
Being in the open,
Bigcats.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5):
Quick on his feet,
Logical thinking (If he's had enough sleep).
---Weaknesses (At least 3):
Stumbles easily,
One ear doesn't rotate properly, impaired hearing,
Doesn't react quickly,
Fairly weak.
History (8 or more sentences):
Dogpaw was born into Riverclan by a queen named Whimsylocket, and an ex.Loner named Ruddystorm. The birth was hard on the young she-cat, and an over-eager push tore the ligament in Dogkit's ear, making it flop. His two other siblings seemed much healthier than the runt Dogkit, and they grew up with ease, taking the shape of real cats while the candle-flame tabby lay beside his mother, still a tiny little kitten.
Just after he had weaned, a little later than most kittens at four moons, his mother had gone out with another cat on a border patrol, and she had died in a violent border skirmish with a group of Thunderclan cats. Pained and mourning, but accepting of his mother's death, Dogkit eventually became the quiet and skittish Dogpaw he is today, nightmares and all. He currently hasn't gotten a proper mentor, as he had one assigned, but has never had a training session with the cat, and occasionally patrols around the outside of camp, to be on the safe side. On his most recent outing, the young tom was attacked by a she-cat on a raid from Shadowclan. This attack gave him a nasty gouge on his forehead, and a set of scratches on his right hind-leg.
Roleplay Sample:
From my roleplay, Toffee's Romp in the Rain:
Comments (optional):
I wasn't sure if you wanted something new, or if I could cope and paste a segment of my usual roleplay style.
Just added a little sentance about his wounds. X3
Is your avatar from Matt-Samauri on dA?
Dogpaw's fluorescent yellow eyes rolled back and forth in their slightly dented sockets, constantly searching out something familiar to locate. Even though the blood had been cleaned from his face, the young apprentice found it quite hard to focus, especially on one thing at a time; like the pebbles his paws groped, and the older tom's cream tabby tail.
In quite an un-catlike manner the dull red tabby slouched, with his head held low and the limp ear, he did really look like a dog! Inside that tiny head of his, the runty apprentice tried to make sense of what had all happened.. There had been a battle, where he had looked for a weasel.. A large Shadowclan queen, who had him trapped under the reeds..
The rest left him puzzled, in a hazy mishmash of muddled memories, running and limping, and calling out for help.
But now here he sat, warmed by Hotpocket's long fur, while the warrior licked rhythmically at his wounds, one on his hind leg, and one that was gouged like a valley at the top of his forehead. Though they did not sting as they had earlier, Dogpaw could see the blood spotting the river-washed pebbles below him.
Gangrene, a burly, surly, rough voiced tomcat with a well toned body that shows off his heavyset Norwegian Forest Cat ancestry. The tom is a dusty rufus-brown, with interweaving spirals of jet black and coal grey which make up his brown tabby coat. The dark tabby webbing spins itself into a ferocious black mask, in which a pair of gleaming grey eyes stare idle, the hue of a sombre petrified forest. His shoulders are large, giving more meaning to his menacing stance, and his long-furred tail has been bitten and clawed to furry black ribbons. The somewhat older tomcat found his niche in the anti-clan Velvet Blood, gladly serving his duty as an executioner.
Raylene, a she-cat of questionable ancestry, as she is the acclaimed daughter of the executioner Gangrene. Unlike her father, the humble Elite is more swift than bulky, serving her duties with a quick and agile gait. Her fur is long, though often creates small knots, and is composed mostly of a somewhat cold shade of white. The familiar dark brown tabby of her father protrudes the white from her hips, all the way down her hind legs and tail, as well as making an appearance on the backs of her ears. A unique pair of curled ears leaves some cats bewildered of who her mother could have been.
Gangrene had scurried grumpily after his daughter the moment he had seen her leave camp to go on a wide patrol of the territory, his grey eyes half closed as he had only just awoken from a short nap. Beside her, the brute was at least twice the she-cat's height, maybe more as he loomed over her subtle frame, his fur tipped ears flicking. In one of his gruesome glares he gave intruders, the brown tabby's eyes stared down at his daughter, trying to bore into her tiny white head.
Raylene's expression remained vague as she lowered her ears, the sight of her father's eerie stare catching the corner of her rounded eye. That look had given her shivers back when she was a tiny kitten, and more than not, she was forced to ask why.
Though always interrupted.
"Keep your back loose, Rayray, angle your ears more, try catching scents with your mouth open more."
It was like patrolling with a back seat cat driver! Giving a quiet, exasperated sigh, the brown-bottomed she-cat obeyed, fulfilling the executioners demands until his face returned to it's normal gruff self.
Warriors, clans, leaders, and two-part names.. Toffee stopped herself to pause, a tilt of her head as she thought over the aspects of clan life that Footloose meowed over the rain. A few gleaming drops splattered onto the faint cinnamon striped on her forehead, and dripped downwards, pulled by gravity off the tip of her nose leather. For a simple-lived housecat, she was one who knew very little of cats from the wilderness.
At the mention of this Sabrestar allowing housecats to join the ranks of the feral Sunclan, Toffee beamed, tilting her head in the opposite direction so her long wet fur could drain.
"Many of the cats with housefolk I've known, have their claws taken away.. Is it very hard to find suitable cats to become one of your clan?" Her voice was chipper, but slightly dim-toned, as she wondered of how vast the Sunclanner's territory might be, how many cats? How many Kittypets?
Curious as she may be, Toffee was wary of the thought of cats fighting one another. Her littermates would often go without nail-trimming for days, and their claws had become long and hard.. She couldn't imagine what cats of the eternal outdoors might hide behind their sheaths.
On a most boisterous nest, tucked with the soft plumage of a goose and a mourning dove, a lone lilac kitten sleeps soundly. Amongst her dusty rose-grey fur, small freckles of a darker hue marked a tabby course along her tiny body. Rabbitkit was her name, a healthy though quiet kitten who's ears curled backwards in the most queer way, like her mothers' had, and like her grandfather's had. A hereditary trait that added character to one's appearance.
Even with the sounds of shuffling around the den, the young Rabbitkit slept soundly, her medium-length fur remaining unbristled in the warmth and comfort of her feathery nest. Though young, barely over the two-moon marker, the she-kit had yet to make more than a yip of sound.
Rabbitkit's gentle rhythm of whizzed calmly, without the knowledge of the indruders, or their vile intentions of taking kits from their queens, and from their nests akin to the one she slept so soundly on now. The brushing of fur against her nest caused the young lilac tabby to stir in her place, gentle eyes of glassy copper, riddled with hints of kitten-blue slid open for a moment, roaming the edges of her nest.
ooc: You can pick her up, anything but hurt her.
Rabbitkit's legs spread out awkwardly as she was lifted away from the soft warmth of her bedding, her copper eyes hazy from sleep, and confusion as of what was going on. Perhaps she was dreaming still? An odd dream where she was flying? At the thought, the voiceless she-kit smiled awkwardly, little legs paddling in the air.
At the feeling of the chilled night's air, the young lilac kitten's legs slowed to a twitch. Her hazy eyes blinked slowly in their copper and blue form, and for a bleak moment she was in wonder of how realistic a dream this had become. Perhaps a queen had accidentally knocked a wall loose in the nursery, causing a draft? Rabbitkit's meek gaze flicked down to her paws, and her thoughts clung to how she had come to be flying, still not having realized the reality of the sensation.
Rabbitkit's curled ears perked, as she had come to associate the voices around her as clear, and real. Flicking her chin up, the young lilac freckled tabby glanced at the many faces about, none too familiar. From her tiny mouth came no words, though her maw parted to create them, and her paws closed up against the core of her body, now beginning to hope for a somber dreamland. Who were these cats? Their scent was unfamiliar.
Rabbitkit's tiny mouth parted again, but shut itself with mild irritation. Her tiny head lifted, trying to see the face of whomever had picked her up, as her curled-back ears flickered against a sprout of whiskers from her captor's muzzle.
ooc: I'll ask around for more kits if you like.
Rabbitkit lay sprawled out on her stomach, her copper and blue eyes blinking heavily while her curled ears swiveled. Where had she been taken to? It surely wasn't too far from home, was it? What of her mother, Tinseltail? The small lilac-freckled tabby had just begun eating meat, but she still required the gentle warmth of her mother, if not her soft nest of feathers.
Crouching low, the young she-kit begun to open her mouth, but gave up the thought as she looked around at her kit-aged clanmates. None of them had their mothers nearby..
Head lifting up quickly, the young cat swung her gaze to the older she-cat, a stranger who claimed safety within this new destination of which they had taken the ShadowClan kittens. Knowing that no sound would come from an attempt to move her maw, Rabbitkit tilted her head in question, her kitten-blue ticked irises glinting with an urgent need to know how a nest with her own mother wasn't as safe.
But as always, her voice was not heard, and her curled ears swiveled down in worry. A quick glance around set her gaze on another kit. Still seeking warmth, Rabbitkit scrabbled over, and nestled herself next to the young body.
Having passed into slumber quickly, aided by the warmth of the other kittens as she pressed her body up against theirs, all sharing an equal heat. Her lilac body shifted in her restful state, breathing slowly and calmly, but with curled ears perked- ready to awaken if anything else disturbed her. The small Shadowclan kitten had her freckled fur as raised as a kitten could, protecting against the crisp leaf-bare chill.
Rabbitkit lifted her round head as she stretched, waking up from.. Not a particularly good rest, but enough to keep her going for the next while to come. The lilac freckled tabby sniffed around her sleeping space, wondering where her feathery soft nest had gone, and why the scent of warm milk had left, until the memories came trickling into her mind like the chilling water that dripped from a twoleg's faucet. Cats had moved her, moved all these kittens here.
Slumping herself forwards, the she-kit shook slightly while her tender muscles stretched and she emitted a soundless yawn, the third eyelid closing halfway over her odd copper-blue orbs.
