Goatpaw, [Thunderclan]
Sept 22, 2013 15:16:33 GMT -6
Post by DI✗ON on Sept 22, 2013 15:16:33 GMT -6
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Age: 12 MOONS OLD
Gender: MALE
Rank: APPRENTICE
Clan: THUNDERCLAN
Short Description: pale tabby brown, with a white tip-tail, tom with light blue eyes
Appearance:
No can say Goatpaw is anything but a tom of his word. When one first hears the tom, it's the deep (southern) accent of an american you'll hear first. Like he's foreign for something. But the deep rich voice is the first thing you'll notice before you take in his appearance. Then they see his lean feminine form, and how her seems to step with an air of pride and annoyance. However, despite dainty-paws here, you'll be surprised to know that his pelt is indeed a rather lovely shade of light tabby brown. His light blue eyes are attractive, however the tip of his tail - the only part of his body not covered in the beautiful tabby fur, is the only part of his pelt he dislikes. 'If I could get a fox to bite it off, so be it!'.
Personality:
Growing up, one could always find a young Goatpaw to be quite the funny cat. Always cracking a joke, the tom could be found doing just about any prank this side of the channel. His ability to sneak into the walkers den has caused many cats to snap at him and dislike his pranks, even if they are somewhat funny. Playful was another term described to the tom, having seen him channel a lot of energy into playing with kittens and the younger apprentices, hell he eve went as far as to include the other clan apprentices at gatherings. He was the cat, a father would never want his daughter to meet. Easily excitable and outgoing Goatpaw was able to speak and quickly gain the attention of many, by shouting, jumping, tackling and even going as far as to yowl for as long as he could until he was heard. But then his mother died. Goatpaw being a momma's boy didn't know how to handle the death of his mother, and soon became unpredictable in his ways. He would lash out at cats who got to close, or even snarl at those who tried to comfort him. His skills in fighting; his fierce attitude came shinning threw and at eleven moons he pinned his mentor down with little help. He became cold to those he once considered close friends - the kittens seemed shocked and hurt when they finally joined him in the apprentice den and he shoved them away with a hiss. Closed off and harsh were his new labels as he strolled through camp with his head held higher as if he was proud of what he became. But deep down, under all that pain and sorrow; the old tom wants to break free.
History:
Martinsong was a fiercely loyal she-cat to the clan of Thunder. She fought day and night for the clan, and at the age of thirty-moons, was content with her kit-less life. So to the surprise of others, when Martinsong wounded up in the nursery, cats questioned who the she-cat's baby daddy was. But the truth would never be reveled, as the lone kit born to the she-cat was a copy image of his mother, expect for those light blue eyes that shown back. Martinsong was a gentle she-cat with her son; always tending to him and holding his paws in early moons and Goatkit was ever so excited. He would see the other kits with their dads and he would stand up and proclaim; 'I don't need a daddy, I've got the best mommy in the world!' And when any kitten objected; he would put pebbles in their nests. Martinsong would object to anyone blaming her son, but what could she do - a single parent in this world had troubles.
So when Goatkit became a 'paw', Martinsong had simply laughed at the young tom's mentor, shaking her head and meowing; 'The best of luck, You've got your paws filled with him.' This behavior, Goatpaw thought was amusing, and nearly every night for that week, apprentices woke up with pebbles in their beds. He was the clan prankster, the clan rebel at only the age of six moons. However, time does fly and at ten moons old, he watched as his mother was dragged into camp; dying. He never got to say good - as she gave her final breath before he could reach her. 'Martinsong... Ma-... MAMA!' He would cry out in pain, and when cats camp close, he'd snap; 'GET AWAY! SHE'S MY MAMA NOT YOURS!' Even his grandparents, his mother's parents, looked startled when the young tom snapped at them to go away - that Starclan forsake them all! He was upset, and that night, he vowed to be strong. That was truly when Goatpaw began his change. Over the next week the apprentices and warriors found no stones or worms in their beds - nor did they hear laughter from the small tom. In fact, he stared angrily at them - as if they had stolen his laughter.
Now at twelve moons old; he's still training to become a warrior.
