Post by `ℓσśτ . on Nov 12, 2010 17:24:19 GMT -5
NAME:
Timberkit, Timberpaw.
AGE:
Eight moons.
RANK:
Kit, Apprentice.
GENDER:
Tom.
CLAN:
Riverclan.
PERSONALITY:
Awkward.
Young Timberpaw is anything but your average apprentice. No, he's not bouncing off the walls, badgering his mentor to train, or even stowing away on the trail of a patrol. This little fella is simply your cool cat. Rather, lacking the cool. He's typically on the quiet side, and though loves making friends, often lets his shyness overrule all. On that note, lest not forget one little thing. Timberpaw, of all toms, is incredibly awkward. It's enough to push his shyness aside to simply talk to another feline, but nothing was ever promised he'd be good at talking to said feline. In fact, the tom is rather fail when it comes to socializing, in a boyish, adorable sort of way.
Shy.
As earlier mentioned, this little guy is extremely shy. Male pride? Next to none. It takes a lot of courage for young Timberpaw to waltz up to another feline, apprentices in particular, and strike up casual conversation. It's not that the tom doesn't want to make friends, hell, he longs for such companions, it's just a matter of going about it. What should he do? Play it cool? That would be a disaster waiting to happen. Sure, she-cats find that awkward, shy thing kinda cute, though mister Timberpaw seems too oblivious to notice. He doesn't have much of a confidence, to be blunt about it. He's more of a shadow character. The tom has no problem being part of the crowd, laughing, listening, doing whatever. But just that. He likes to watch the excitement, not be a part of it. As soon as his voice is demanded, or the spot light is reared and placed on him, Timberpaw is all out of his game, he'd rather be running with his tail between his legs, to say in the least.
Timid.
Along with shyness, comes that timid nature. Like earlier said, male pride isn't high on this fella's to-do list. In fact, he'll let just about any mouse-brained feline smack talk him without even thinking of raising a claw. Sure, the tom's got pride, and the odd cat from time to time does manage to get under his fur, but he's certainly not violent. Despite the act Timberpaw is at a constant battle to prove his place in the clan, and convince himself, he's not about to prove that through fighting some block headed feline. The tom can get frustrated, sure, but nine times out of ten, he'll stalk away before anything happens. And unless he is in fact protecting his clan mates, Timberpaw is all about the defense.
Curious.
This little tom's always watching from the side lines. He likes to be part of the crowd, sure, but he doesn't like to have the voice, so to speak. Timberpaw is all eyes and ears, constantly learning from the world he sees around him. And with all these wondrous sights, comes the curiosities. He's always loved the thought of adventure, as much as it scares him so. Too many times has Timberpaw been curious, but too shy to speak up. He's constantly fascinated by the world around him, and his peers. Now, it's only time to put those wonders into words.
Oblivious.
If you haven't noticed, Timberpaw isn't the best social butterfly out there. And with that awkward nature, comes inexperience. When it comes to the feelings of others, their thoughts, their opinions, he's as blind as bat, especially when it comes to she-cats. Relationships? Not his forte. It might be a while yet before Timberpaw can connect the dots, and open his eyes to what's really in front of him.
Humble.
Timberpaw's all about training, he always had been. Its that everlasting goal to improve. He works with every fiber of his being, and does everything he possibly can to get it right. And from time to time, those efforts are marveled, usually by his mentor. And like every time, comes the surprise. Timberpaw's a humble kid, and accepts graciously, but appraise has always confused the young tom. As an apprentice, Timberpaw feels it's his job to work had and get the techniques perfect to the dot. Wasn't every apprentice supposed to be like that? It's his job.
Uncertain.
I'd like to say Timberpaw is the perfect apprentice. I'd like to say he's dedicated, loyal, and going places. But something, something deep in the pit of his stomach, holds him back. As you can probably tell, the young tom isn't the most confident kid out there, in fact, he rather doubtful with everything about him. From saying the right things to doing the right moves. And this, of course, leads to a lot of confusion. All too often has Timberpaw felt scared, uncertain. Scared of what the life ahead of him holds, scared, of losing, scared of not doing it right. All too often, has the tom wanted to flee, just retreat from the world, and get out of the fur of his clan mates. He's insecure to say in the least. Timberpaw's constantly feeling like he's not good enough, and as a result, he feels the need to do what he does best. Run. All too often, has that fate been tested.
DESCRIPTION:
Build.
Had you put Timberpaw on a scale, you'd see he'd lean more to the left, than the right. On a scale from smallest to largest, that is. The young tom happens to stray towards the smaller side of things, but not incredibly so. In fact, it's hardly even noticeable. Timberpaw is build for speed, agility, rather than brute strength. He's got finer bones, and a lanky build. The tom has long, tall legs, and clumsy paws. He's narrow in the shoulders and haunches before leading to a long willowy tail to the rear. Nothing incredibly special about young Timberpaw, here, just you typical feline, I suppose.
Pelt.
Timberpaw has been graced with a fine brown tabby pelt. Equipped with a chocolate brown blanket, the tom sees perfectly fit slithering through the mud. Dazzling this coat of fur; however, would be the tabby markings. He's got splashes of tawny here and there, typical, and for that trademark tabby, Tumberpaw's got dark tabby markings scoring his spine, legs, and tail. They are off-black in color, a shade off of dark brown, yet not quite black. To accent his all, the tom had a chest of thick white fur, reaching down to his belly, and all the way up his throat and muzzle. This white is contagious; however, as it paints all four clumsy paws, and the fine point of that tail. Settling the whole picture in motion, would be the topaz hues. Sort of amber in color, pale and light, trademark.
CLAN PAGE DESCRIPTION:
Lanky brown tabby tom with amber hues.
HISTORY:
Haven't you heard the story, many times before? You know how it goes, it's quite simple. She fell in love with him, and he was blind to her. That's usually how it works right? Eventually he learns to open his eyes, and suddenly he sees the girl that's been there there the whole time. Well, buckle in kitties, this story is no different.
Kit hood.
Timberkit was born into a fine litter of three, he, and two of his siblings. The young tom happened to be the last to arrive, though in this day in age, what's to matter? The tom had a slight build, and a brown tabby pelt, like his father. His one and only sister, Smallkit, was sort of like him, in a way. She had a delicate, dainty build to her. She wore a pelt of smokey gray, tabbed here and there with a splash of light brown. And at last, there was Quickkit. He was the eldest of the litter, and in those first few minutes, hell, a lot must have happened. Unlike his siblings, Quickkit had a sturdier build. Shoulders ever so slightly wider, and paws ever so slightly bigger. It was clear from the start, Quickkit would be the biggest of the litter, like his father had been, but he was still no monster. The little gray tabby would grow to be lean and well built, but not huge.
Bearing the new scraps was Fondheart, one of the sweetest queens Timberkit had ever stumbled upon. And this wasn't just because she was his mother, but she was an all around sweetheart. Her fur was as soft as a cloud, and voice as sweet as honey. It was no surprise their father, Reedwhisker, chose her as his mate. The two were the dynamic duo. She was everything a tom would look for, gorgeous, with an amazing personality. Reedwhisker was that night in shining armor. He had a protective nature, and it was more than obvious he'd to whatever it possibly took to keep his family safe. The tom had a burning passion, but all the same, he was like that epic best friend. Reedwhisker had an easy going sense of nature to him, he always knew what to say, at just the right time. The pair were perfect, and together, they made kits. Smallkit, Quickkit, and at last, Timberkit.
Life was normal. The trio grew up with an attentive mother, and an ever loving father. Time flew by faster than the sun could set, and before they knew it, Smallkit, Quickkit, and Timberkit, would become apprentices.
Apprentice hood.
Like any crazy kits, Timberkit was thrilled beyond relief. Every kit dreamed of becoming an apprentice, of taking on the territory, and later protecting their clan. This tom was no different. Unlike most kits; however, young Timberpaw kept a composure about him. He was excited, of course he was, but he was also careful about his actions, always aware, always thinking ahead.
And so life carried on.
As the trio grew older, they began to drift. After all, the three young kits from the litter, were quickly growing into young warriors. Timberpaw took on the personality he has today, quiet, humble, gullible, the whole package. Smallkit; however, turned out to be just like her mother. Out going, friendly, calm, understanding, and as sweet as pie. This she-cat was Timberpaw's safe refuge, she had the answers to his questions, she was his sister. The tom found himself drifting with young Quickpaw; however. Timberpaw's sibling took to be more like his father, quite the ladies man, a flirt, out going, the gentleman. Quickpaw was the best of the best, he aimed to be competitive and make his family proud. Often it worked, but Timberpaw wasn't about to compete.
Nonetheless, Timberpaw was an apprentice now. He trained with the big cats, to one day become a warrior, and look out for his clan. The thought alone was thrilling to say in the least, and above all, the thought alone was terrifying. Did Timberpaw really want to fight his own kind? Did he want to shed the blood of others, over some silly dispute? Sure, the apprentice knew where his clan was coming from, there would never be ultimate peace, but all the same, the tom was scared. He's thought about running away, sure he has. Taking to the life a loner, with no enemies to call his own. It sounds kind of appealing, do you think? Timberpaw thought so, but at the same time, he still had that loyalty toward his clan, toward his family and his clan mates. He couldn't let them down, not like that. So Timberpaw would press forward. He was young and naive, maybe he'd grow out of such a mouse-brained idea.
