stonepaw, tom, thunderclan

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stonepaw
stone for gray color; paw for apprentice rank

Age: six
Gender: tom
Rank: medicine cat (apprentice)
Clan: thunderclan
Short Description: A long-haired bulky gray-blue tom with round green eyes and a personality that bites.

Appearance: build » Not falling short of being tall and bulky, this sizable tom is no cat to bargain your life with. Hell, why bother with a cat that can and has been compared to a boulder in more ways than one: heavy, big, gray, and stubborn. Though this tom is impressive for his massive size, the real eye-catcher is the size ratio between his head and his actual body. Differing greatly, Stonepaw's head is no bigger than that of an average-sized cat and while it is humorous, you can blame his small had size on his long fur coat that stops at his neck, hardly touching his face. Thin head structure, large eyes, and a small button nose give him a kit-like appearance which is a highly decieving factor that has served him well more times than not. If the tom were to peek out of a bush with his head, it'd be easy to mistake him for an apprentice's or, if you're no master on ages between looks, a kit even. Naturally, addressing him as anything younger than a, respectfully, warrior will get you a stink-eye that can kill flowers (and that's no joke). If anything, his eyes emphasize his adolescent looks with them being so large and round. Unfortunately for Stonepaw, while having an innocent face as his can sometimes be a helpful factor, who wants to look like a 'ferocious' kit? His face has not been touched by the aged appearance of a warrior and probably never will, much to Stonepaw's personal dismay. Like any male with that kill instinct, the bulky tom wanted to grow up looking like, in all aspects, a mean, lean, hunting machine. He certainly came out mean but as the saying goes, "Be careful what you wish for." Stonepaw is well aware of the whiserping judgements that float around the clan camp, his ear's, when listening, stand tall which further makes a spectacle of his small head. Along with that, long tufts of soft fur pop wildly out of Stonepaw's ears, true to his lineage of lost Norwegian Forest cat.

Lost is his neck under that craze of very fluffy and long fur that serves as his scarf all year long, giving his neck a much thicker appearance than it actually is. While the long-haired tom prides his coat, it serves as a major pain in the arse to care for and most times he just gives up on tending to it on a regular basis, usually only dedicating the morning and night time to look after it. This, as imaginable with a tangle-worthy coat, catches many burs and easily gets snagged in protruding bush branches when moving through the forest. While Stonepaw's done his best to adapt to this over time, there will still always be a prickly bur or sparse pieces of dried grass hanging on with an unnoticable presence. It certainly gives the apprentices something to giggle and snicker about behind this tom's back, titling him the crazy cat of the clan, and almost rightly so. Give this poor cat a well-needed coat trim and he'd be in much glee, harnessing the freedom of a shorter but still relatively long coat. Despite the cons of having a lengthy bundle of fur, it does have it's pros, especially when winter hits the clans. While the other short-haired cats freeze their limbs off, Stonepaw can at least bear the cold winds a lot more patiently than others. Summer time is hell on earth for the tom and as much as he'd love to be seen as the cat who can endure anything, sometime's the heat just gets to him too much to the point it forces him to take a break under the shade, just to give you an idea of how much fur coats this cat. Fortunately, it's a rational excuse to take a good nap between clan duties. While breaks are appreciated, Stonepaw is no kitty-pet and shouldn't be mistaken as one, under the fur is a whole lot of muscle and power. Not to mention claws that carve large marks in the dirt when unsheathed.

pelt » There is just one color plastering to this cat's pelt: grey. That's it. There really is no more to it aside from a lighter muzzle and shaded areas around his pelt. Technically Stonepaw is blue but who really cares much on the color of a pelt? As long as it blends with some sort of surrounding, you're good to go. The only different color set on his pelt are his pale yellow-green eyes. Otherwise you have a shaded blue pelt and a darker blue nose and paw-pads. Not that there is anything wrong with his coloration, it actually makes him less distracting on his surroundings and another's eyes. Stonepaw doesn't need anything to set him apart from other cats in reference to pelt markings, he's got his fluffy coat covering that for him.

Personality: observant » Stonepaw was gifted with the eyes of an eagle and seemingly nothing seems to run by him unnoticed, so it's best to keep in mind that trying to tiptoe around him and whatever duties you're abandoning will not give you a positive outlook. The tom does not let a thing slide by, often forgetting that he was once an apprentice too. No stone goes un-turned by Stonepaw, as they put it in nicer terms. It can be an intimidating factor, for those with a self-conscious attitude will feel that they always have a pair of eyes on them. Hell, Stonepaw doesn't need a pair of eyes to see when wrong is being committed. Be careful what you say when trying to cover up, it's his talent for picking out words from a sentence that often gives a cat away. That's not to say he can decode anything and has kept trouble from ever happening but Stonepaw has had his good days. He's no stranger to messing up. In fact, Stonepaw tends to get hyped over very minute observations and findings that have him chasing after his own tail.

mentally unstable » Stonepaw is far from being completely sane in the head for a lot of things haunt his mind that leave him in a severe state of mental instability. As it goes, the tom goes about himself knowing and constantly convincing himself that his place is serving his starry gods more personally than any cat ever has, even medicine cats themselves who often visit and see them with their own eyes whereas Stonepaw has yet to see them once. Perhaps you can blame it on the clan as a whole for constantly whispering in their young ears that they were a gift from Starclan the moment they were born that he got his ideas of thinking he was Starclan's special prized possession. No cat really knows that, and that's mainly because Stonepaw doesn't chant his ideas aloud, at least not often. Stonepaw is smart with his words as he is with his actions. The clan would never believe such a pitiful story and he fears they'd cast him out because of their 'jealousy' of him, not knowing that in reality he'd be considered a danger.

The tom, as a result from the constant pressure of his darker thoughts, can never keep fully still. This makes hunting difficult for him as this causes him to fidget around as well as for his ears and tail to twith uncontrollably. Stonepaw, though young still, has a mind that rots with his mentality.

pious » If anything stands out the most about this cat, even more so than his mentality, is his extreme pious with Starclan. Stonepaw holds a vicious loyalty to Starclan and may just be the only cat who stars at the stars nearly every night before going to sleep and, in human terms, praying. While he does best not to make a big deal out of it, it starts the morning gossips and gives him weird looks. He's blind to it all, though, keeping his faith in Starclan always. However, if you choose to put down the clan's ancestor and their clan in the stars, you'll yourself in an argument that can quickly turn physical with just the turn of a paw. You've made an enemy with Stonepaw when you voice your disbelief in them, whether you reside in the same clan or in an opposing clan. His belief in Starclan is, of course, fueled by what he thinks he hears them whispering in his ear. The tom feels they have plans for him or so he murmurs to himself.

concieted » Stonepaw is very much stuck in his on perfection. Anything. Anything he does is like a marvel to himself. A good catch, a swift hit, heck, if he has nothing else to compliment himself over, he'll even bathe in his own 'oh-so-charming' looks. He bathes himself in praise and in the positive comments of other cats to him. Just like his own observations and critical judgement, this gets annoying very fast. Every catch, every battle, every anything. It doesn't matter if he did really good or totally failed, there is always room for heaps of positive feedback. "I bought back that prey. Naturally I am a great hunter." "No cat is a match for my strengths." That's only the beginning of it! On and on and on, it never stops. It seems to have been an acquired trait from birth, being in such a big litter, you have quite the competition on your back. Stonepaw has admittedly constantly needed to prove he is just as good as a cat as his siblings which more than likely led to his verbal personality trait. Voicing his perfection is like his own lullaby.

ambitious » You could call it ambition but it's really the thought of Starclan encouraging him to fight for the high rank in clan that gives him this powerful drive. It's easy to confuse him to be ambitious for power when in reality, it's Stonepaw's ambition to please his starry gods. Don't confuse his ambition with another's drive for power, he simply wishes to please what lies in the stars.

History: kit » A 'miracle', the clan called it. A gift from Starclan, they would say. With so few warriors and the clan on the brink of disappearance, you'd agree too that a litter as large as nine was a blessing from above. It was a rarity to get more than four in a litter out in the wild depths of the forest but Starclan must have been watching that clan to have chosen this time to gift them with such a promising litter. All kits healthy and all squealing as if to show the world they were here and ready to scream and fight their way to victory. Of course, Auburnsky and Falconclaw weren't short of congratulatory purrs and licks and they too congratulated each other, despite not having spoken to one another for moons. They didn't need to be in love to know that at their feet was the new future for their clan. They need not forget that they are at the job of naming eight kits, naturally. Redkit, Skunk-kit, Quick-kit, Badgerkit, Spottedkit, Nightkit, Stonekit, Sorrelkit, and Silentkit.

Unhealthy as it might have been, the clan treasured those kits as if they were the last piece of prey in the forest and all preached about the wonders of Starclan. Those kits were sure to have it in their minds by now that they were 'special' to the clan and held a great importance, even if so young. Auburnsky, being the unlucky first-time mother, had her troubles of feeding and caring for all the kits and despite the help the clan gave to her, it was still a stressful experience. She couldn't help but spoil one over the other, Redkit was the only female alongside eight other brothers. However, she wasn't the victim of loud torment as she squealed just as much as the other. Silentkit, as his name would suggest, was the quiet and most likely to be the most humble kit out of the litter, suffered periodically for that but how was Auburnsky to notice? That kit was like a ghost among the pack that suckled at her stomach.

Stonekit had a duel with his brothers even without having sight or hearing. Hell, competition between eight brothers was a promise in such a large litter. Anybody could have guessed that but not even Auburnsky could avoid that. Males would always be the territorial, competitive type. Still, knowing what would come did not make it any easier on either parent nor the clan.

apprentice » All siblings got their spotlight when they had their traditional apprentice-naming ceremony. The clan was no longer in it's dark days and were thriving more than ever now that leaf-bare was done and over with. For now, all could train and live with little worry. Stonepaw did not have to fight as hard to earn his keep as his bulky size made it easy for him to carve a path. The clan, however, was spared no less of the constant arguing between all, even Silentpaw.

However, now Stonepaw had something else to keep him busy rather than arguing with his brothers and sister. By the luck of Starclan, he had been chosen to serve as the clan's medicine cat in training and their future lifeline. It was obvious to the young cat that it was his destiny to serve Starclan and please their will and what they have for him. He made it a promise to himself that he'd fulfill any wish they whisper in his adolescent ears.

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