Echopaw of River Clan
Jul 14, 2014 13:39:30 GMT -6
Post by disappearingmirror on Jul 14, 2014 13:39:30 GMT -6
Echopaw
Tom ● 6 Moons ● River Clan ● Apprentice
A small brown tom with dark points and green eyes
A P P E A R A N C E
Born in a harsh winter, Echopaw was a tiny kit from the very start, and though he has grown quickly through the moons, he is still a petite tom. Unlike his brother, Fallenpaw, Echopaw's build reflects more of a Wind Clan cat than a River Clan warrior. Short, but lean, he has a blocky build that makes him more suited for climbing trees and sprinting than swimming long distances or climbing over rocky terrain. He has a rounded head and face that, coupled with his small, tuft-tipped ears, gives him the permanent appearance of a kitten.
Still a bit frizzy with kitten fluff, Echopaw's coat shows signs of slimming down and producing a short, sleek pelt once he is old. Lightening every day, Echopaw was once a solid, dark brown fuzz ball rolling around on the nursery floor but now his fur has lightened leaving only his face, tail, and paws dark while the rest of his body is the fair, fallow brown of a doe's underbelly. He has one white forepaw that he seems to constantly be grooming.
Echopaw's eyes are a shade somewhere between blue and green, and depending on how the light hits them, they can reflect any shade in between. As he grows older, they slowly turn more green and even take on hints of gold about the edges, but for now, they reflect a bright blue when he is under the moon or early in the morning when he first blinks awake.
Though not too obvious to most, Echopaw's tail is not whole. When he was a new apprentice, his tail was smashed beneath a fallen rock. Despite the medicine cat's best efforts, the tip rotted off. He's rather sensitive about it, and having his tail mentioned, whether it is in a teasing or friendly way, he becomes quite upset, varying between hurt and angry.
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Born in a harsh winter, Echopaw was a tiny kit from the very start, and though he has grown quickly through the moons, he is still a petite tom. Unlike his brother, Fallenpaw, Echopaw's build reflects more of a Wind Clan cat than a River Clan warrior. Short, but lean, he has a blocky build that makes him more suited for climbing trees and sprinting than swimming long distances or climbing over rocky terrain. He has a rounded head and face that, coupled with his small, tuft-tipped ears, gives him the permanent appearance of a kitten.
Still a bit frizzy with kitten fluff, Echopaw's coat shows signs of slimming down and producing a short, sleek pelt once he is old. Lightening every day, Echopaw was once a solid, dark brown fuzz ball rolling around on the nursery floor but now his fur has lightened leaving only his face, tail, and paws dark while the rest of his body is the fair, fallow brown of a doe's underbelly. He has one white forepaw that he seems to constantly be grooming.
Echopaw's eyes are a shade somewhere between blue and green, and depending on how the light hits them, they can reflect any shade in between. As he grows older, they slowly turn more green and even take on hints of gold about the edges, but for now, they reflect a bright blue when he is under the moon or early in the morning when he first blinks awake.
Though not too obvious to most, Echopaw's tail is not whole. When he was a new apprentice, his tail was smashed beneath a fallen rock. Despite the medicine cat's best efforts, the tip rotted off. He's rather sensitive about it, and having his tail mentioned, whether it is in a teasing or friendly way, he becomes quite upset, varying between hurt and angry.
Older Images: x x
P E R S O N A L I T Y
A lot can be said about this young tom, both good and bad. He wears his heart on his whiskers-so to speak, his emotions always showing on his face no matter how hard he tries to hide them. He can't so much as have a thought without it being put on display for everyone, and it tends to be embarrassing for him, because he reacts so strongly towards everything on an emotional level but always tries to respond in a calm, clearly thought out way. He's still young, however, and tends to fail to some degree at responding calmly to anything, too passionate to be content with a mild response something he deems serious.
Loyal, honest, naive, compassionate, open-minded, these are just a few of the many adjectives that can describe the young tom. However, the word that he most often hears and most often applies to him is idiot. Echopaw was born with a heart two sizes too big-not literally-and loves absolutely everything, but sometimes his exuberant, affectionate nature can make him appear a little daft. He jumps head first into things without looking, and he will leap to the defensive of anyone, whether they are in the right or wrong, standing firm that every being deserves a true and fair trial, a chance to say their bit.
Echopaw is a playful and friendly cat, not as particular about clan loyalty so much as loyalty to his close friends and loyalty to the what is best for all. He does not believe it is necessary for any clan to suffer for the others to thrive and believes a sense of common purpose among the clans, the desire to take care of each other shared through all, would create stronger cats in all clans, but Echopaw knows he is a dreamer, and he keeps himself quite on his idealistic views.
Among his own clan, Echopaw had a habit of annoying the other apprentices when there were older apprentices, often aggravating them to the point that he had to hide behind his big brother. His aim was to tease and play, but even when they were angry with him, Echopaw always purred and wanted to be affectionate. Now that he is the oldest apprentice, he looks after the younger ones and gives them any help he can think to offer. He's always the first to offer to help the younger apprentices with less pleasant duties-so long as they aren't being punished.
Overall, Echopaw is a friendly little idiot.
A lot can be said about this young tom, both good and bad. He wears his heart on his whiskers-so to speak, his emotions always showing on his face no matter how hard he tries to hide them. He can't so much as have a thought without it being put on display for everyone, and it tends to be embarrassing for him, because he reacts so strongly towards everything on an emotional level but always tries to respond in a calm, clearly thought out way. He's still young, however, and tends to fail to some degree at responding calmly to anything, too passionate to be content with a mild response something he deems serious.
Loyal, honest, naive, compassionate, open-minded, these are just a few of the many adjectives that can describe the young tom. However, the word that he most often hears and most often applies to him is idiot. Echopaw was born with a heart two sizes too big-not literally-and loves absolutely everything, but sometimes his exuberant, affectionate nature can make him appear a little daft. He jumps head first into things without looking, and he will leap to the defensive of anyone, whether they are in the right or wrong, standing firm that every being deserves a true and fair trial, a chance to say their bit.
Echopaw is a playful and friendly cat, not as particular about clan loyalty so much as loyalty to his close friends and loyalty to the what is best for all. He does not believe it is necessary for any clan to suffer for the others to thrive and believes a sense of common purpose among the clans, the desire to take care of each other shared through all, would create stronger cats in all clans, but Echopaw knows he is a dreamer, and he keeps himself quite on his idealistic views.
Among his own clan, Echopaw had a habit of annoying the other apprentices when there were older apprentices, often aggravating them to the point that he had to hide behind his big brother. His aim was to tease and play, but even when they were angry with him, Echopaw always purred and wanted to be affectionate. Now that he is the oldest apprentice, he looks after the younger ones and gives them any help he can think to offer. He's always the first to offer to help the younger apprentices with less pleasant duties-so long as they aren't being punished.
Overall, Echopaw is a friendly little idiot.
H I S T O R Y
Echopaw's origin is not within the RiverClan. In fact, his bloodline is no way associated with the River clan. His mother was a WindClan queen named Rosepetal that fell in love with a rouge. She ran off with him, living in the two leg place off of scrapes and hard hunting. When she became pregnant, she was distressed, wanting only to return but knowing that she had cut her ties with her clan. This anxiety and the hard winter caused Rosepetal to become ill. Her mate watched as she struggled through the hard winter before giving birth to two tiny kits. Both were weak, and the rouge took one look at them and was certain that they would die...and when Rosepetal continued to bleed and bleed until her life faded away, he knew that he had been right.
Unable to care for them himself and having no friends to turn to with the two kits, he could not abandon his blood to death. Taking the two kittens, he carried them to an opening near a river where he often smelt cats. His love had spoken of the clans, and though he knew little of them, his only hope was in one of them finding his kits. He set them a top the sunning rocks and left without a glance back. There was nothing more he could do for them.
A Riverclan patrol heard the kits from across the river. The smell on them was not of any of the clans, and after a brief discussion, they picked up the kits and took them back to the Riverclan. None of the queens was willing to take on the sole care of the kittens, and they became the charge of all in the nursery. The two were bounced from mother to mother with no constant but each other. Even as kits, they were close and they only became closer.
Their naming ceremony was together. Their first hunt was together. Their first patrol was together. Their loyalty to each other was greater than their loyalty to their clan, but they still grew into loyal Riverclan cats.
Echopaw's origin is not within the RiverClan. In fact, his bloodline is no way associated with the River clan. His mother was a WindClan queen named Rosepetal that fell in love with a rouge. She ran off with him, living in the two leg place off of scrapes and hard hunting. When she became pregnant, she was distressed, wanting only to return but knowing that she had cut her ties with her clan. This anxiety and the hard winter caused Rosepetal to become ill. Her mate watched as she struggled through the hard winter before giving birth to two tiny kits. Both were weak, and the rouge took one look at them and was certain that they would die...and when Rosepetal continued to bleed and bleed until her life faded away, he knew that he had been right.
Unable to care for them himself and having no friends to turn to with the two kits, he could not abandon his blood to death. Taking the two kittens, he carried them to an opening near a river where he often smelt cats. His love had spoken of the clans, and though he knew little of them, his only hope was in one of them finding his kits. He set them a top the sunning rocks and left without a glance back. There was nothing more he could do for them.
A Riverclan patrol heard the kits from across the river. The smell on them was not of any of the clans, and after a brief discussion, they picked up the kits and took them back to the Riverclan. None of the queens was willing to take on the sole care of the kittens, and they became the charge of all in the nursery. The two were bounced from mother to mother with no constant but each other. Even as kits, they were close and they only became closer.
Their naming ceremony was together. Their first hunt was together. Their first patrol was together. Their loyalty to each other was greater than their loyalty to their clan, but they still grew into loyal Riverclan cats.
