Post by destra on Mar 9, 2012 7:34:53 GMT -5
Darkpaw
Name: Darkpaw (Darky)
Age: ten moons
Birthday: June 16, 2012
Ranking: Apprentice
General Information
Physical Description: Darkpaw was born with soft black downy fur, deaf and blind to the world. When her eyes and ears opened and her limbs started to lengthen, making her overly clumsy with her long legs, deep russet tints faded into her fur, specifically over her muzzle ear tips and paws. Her eyes shines bright with amber, deep brown outlines the iris while bright golds explode from her pupils, holding the sunlight in her eyes. Compared to the rest of her body her legs are longer and lanky, combining with her already hereditary clumsiness to provide her with a lacking balance. Although now she's grown to almost fill out her body she still has paws too big and therefore has trouble hunting, especially under pressure. Though she excels at night hunting silently she still fears a lack of warrior-ship in her future.
Personality Description: Darkpaw though extremely amiable is also severely self-conscious causing her to drift away from large groups, especially ones which the cats tend to talk all of their successes and expect her to do the same. Darkpaw also has a tendency to blush, especially when being complimented and though she loves the positive attention the majority of the time she has no idea what to make of it, how to celebrate and usually hot to respond to it. This lack of stability within herself often causes babbling and random bouts of night hunting, within the clan this also causes random amounts of prey appearing over night on the fresh kill pile, this however delivers no fear of worry as the prey is dutifully appreciated. Darkpaw usually drifts towards cats who are more ignorant of excellence and are willing to overlook her clumsiness and blubbering, however though she does tolerate cats who have egos that are slightly inflated she almost never keeps them as friends just more of conversation buddies when she feels a little too proud.
Likes:
- Night hunting
- napping in the sun
- being praised
Dislikes:
- being punished
- swimming
- being talked down to
History: In the middle of a heated green-leaf the little bundle dutifully named Darkkit for her night fur was born along with her sister and brother Viperkit and Bluekit into Shadeclan. Of the three Darkkit was the smallest with the biggest paws. Her parents, Hawkwind and Cloudsky, often tried to overlook her stumbling and lack coordination her siblings however were murderous, laughing at her and teasing her, by the time they were climbing up small bushes she was still planted on the ground, staring with longing at her nimble siblings. Though she was bigger than them more often than not she was the one on her back squealing as they attacked her with sheathed fluffy paws until their mother took them away. As she and siblings grew up side by side and soon became of age to become apprentices, Darkkit was left out.
For another two moons Darkkit was left alone in the nursery with her mother, always being told that it was because she hadn't quite grown into her own body and that soon enough she would be Darkpaw. Yet, deep down Darkkit always feared the worst, that she would never been an apprentice, only move into the larger den because of the fact she couldn't fit in the nursery. Soon though, at eight moons of age she was brought forward in front of Shadeclan and given the name Darkpaw with Nightscar to train her. As she grew older and her legs longer she eventually got a sort of coordination within her and found her world opened up as she stalked through the night with her new found hunting skills that her mentor forced her to perfect. Within battle skills she found she fared the best within trees, dropping down from lower branches to land on her enemies backs which with her size made it harder for her apposing enemy to find their footing.
Now at ten moons of age and her first nicked ear from her very own battle training Darkpaw can still be found fading into the shadows of conversations and around the camp. Though she is gaining some confidence and strength she still finds herself being doubted more so by herself than any other cat. Her father has recently moved to the elders' den while her mother still runs through the forest of as a warrior, visiting her mate frequently with Darkpaw. Her brother has become a warrior by this time now named Viperfang and to this day both of her siblings still frequently pick fun at Darkpaw for her odd proportions.
