timberpw, windclan apprentice.
Jul 30, 2015 21:10:45 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2015 21:10:45 GMT -6
TIMBERPAW
TOM ● EIGHT MOONS ● WINDCLAN ● APPRENTICE
lanky tabby tom with pale green eyes.
A P P E A R A N C E
Timberpaw, over all, is built as a typical Windclan warrior should be. He's not massive and brooding like those cold hearted Shadowclanners, nor does he have the silken fur of a Riverclan warrior. To put it bluntly, the apprentice is built for speed; well, almost. Timberpaw is exceptionally tall and lanky, with long legs and a narrow body. He looks nimble and agile, with long leaping strides and impressive bursts of speed. Where the apprentice falters, however, is in his clumsiness. Timberpaw's long legs commonly get tripped up atop paws that are possible a little too big. Whether he will ever grow into those paws or not is another story.
In appearance, Timberpaw resembles the typical tabby trademarks. The majority of his fur is light brown, with colour splashes of white and beige. Scoring his pelt like the intricate detailing of bark are his charcoal tabby markings from the tabby 'M' on his forehead to the coon-tail rings on his tail. The lightest parts of his body are his chest, underside, and chin, which paint that light cream colour. Towards the tip of his tail the tabby rings melt into a soot fray and his eyes are a pale green like autumn's leaves just before they turn.
Timberpaw, over all, is built as a typical Windclan warrior should be. He's not massive and brooding like those cold hearted Shadowclanners, nor does he have the silken fur of a Riverclan warrior. To put it bluntly, the apprentice is built for speed; well, almost. Timberpaw is exceptionally tall and lanky, with long legs and a narrow body. He looks nimble and agile, with long leaping strides and impressive bursts of speed. Where the apprentice falters, however, is in his clumsiness. Timberpaw's long legs commonly get tripped up atop paws that are possible a little too big. Whether he will ever grow into those paws or not is another story.
In appearance, Timberpaw resembles the typical tabby trademarks. The majority of his fur is light brown, with colour splashes of white and beige. Scoring his pelt like the intricate detailing of bark are his charcoal tabby markings from the tabby 'M' on his forehead to the coon-tail rings on his tail. The lightest parts of his body are his chest, underside, and chin, which paint that light cream colour. Towards the tip of his tail the tabby rings melt into a soot fray and his eyes are a pale green like autumn's leaves just before they turn.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Timid, uncertain, naive, shy, eager, cautious, anxious.
Awkward.
Young Timberpaw is anything but your average apprentice. No, he's not bouncing off the walls, badgering his clan mates for trouble, or even picking fights with authority. This little fella is simply your cool cat, so to speak. 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 apprentices, 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 company. 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, she-cats in particular, and strike up casual conversation. It's not that he 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 might 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 canine 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 element, 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 canine smack talk him without even thinking of raising a claw. Sure, the he's got pride, and the odd fella from time to time does manage to get under his fur, but he's certainly not violent. Despite the fact Timberpaw is at a constant battle to prove his place in his clan, and convince himself that it is in his blood. The canine 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 companions, 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 trying his best and being perfect, 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. And like every time, comes the surprise. Timberpaw's a humble kid, and accepts graciously, but appraise has always confused the young wolf. As an canine, Timberpaw feels it's his job to work had and get the techniques perfect to the dot.
Uncertain.
I'd like to say Timberpaw is the perfect lupine. 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 he wanted to flee, just retreat from the world, and get out of the fur of others around him. 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.
Timid, uncertain, naive, shy, eager, cautious, anxious.
Awkward.
Young Timberpaw is anything but your average apprentice. No, he's not bouncing off the walls, badgering his clan mates for trouble, or even picking fights with authority. This little fella is simply your cool cat, so to speak. 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 apprentices, 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 company. 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, she-cats in particular, and strike up casual conversation. It's not that he 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 might 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 canine 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 element, 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 canine smack talk him without even thinking of raising a claw. Sure, the he's got pride, and the odd fella from time to time does manage to get under his fur, but he's certainly not violent. Despite the fact Timberpaw is at a constant battle to prove his place in his clan, and convince himself that it is in his blood. The canine 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 companions, 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 trying his best and being perfect, 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. And like every time, comes the surprise. Timberpaw's a humble kid, and accepts graciously, but appraise has always confused the young wolf. As an canine, Timberpaw feels it's his job to work had and get the techniques perfect to the dot.
Uncertain.
I'd like to say Timberpaw is the perfect lupine. 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 he wanted to flee, just retreat from the world, and get out of the fur of others around him. 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.
H I S T O R Y
Timberpaw was born and raised right into the heart of Windclan homeland. His father was a proud young tom by the name of Duskclaw, whom would have two sons before his eventual death. His mother, Dawnlight, was a gentle and maternal soul who would take Duskclaw as her loving mate.
Two moons before his kits would come to term, the young warrior was slain at the jaws of a fox. Dawnlight was was absolutely torn apart by her mate's passing. In order to cope, she held on to the things that were dearest to her: her two surviving sons. The once warm and gentle soul grew to be weary and restless in her remaining days. She coddled her sons, not daring to let them out of her sight. Timberkit thrived in his mother's affections and attention. He had no desire to leave her side and was perfectly content with her comforts. Harekit, his brother, was not so much the same. Harekit was bold and adventurous from day one - he grew to be frustrated with his mother's overprotective fussing. Unlike his brother, Harekit could not wait to leave the nursery.
Timberkit grew to be a very timid and uncertain little tom. He fed off his mother's concerns and paranoia. He clung to her like the fur on his flanks in a storm. Timberkit, although curious of the world around him, had no desire to discover his secrets. The world was a scary place, full of uncertainty and the unknown. The world possessed creatures and monsters beyond fear's imagination. The world had slain the father he'd never met. Harekit did not share the same world views.
At six moons later, Timberpaw was reluctantly apprentices alongside his eager sibling. At seven moons, Dawnlight fell o an illness and would soon join in her mate's passing. Unable to relate to his brother's bold anticipation, Timberpaw struggles to assert himself in the world which he lives. He clings to those he becomes close with. He combats the inner struggle of finding his place within his clan and overcoming his moral dilemmas. Now, at eight moons, Timberpaw has worked to survive within apprentice hood. He struggles to refine his skills and prove himself as a young warrior of Windclan.
Timberpaw was born and raised right into the heart of Windclan homeland. His father was a proud young tom by the name of Duskclaw, whom would have two sons before his eventual death. His mother, Dawnlight, was a gentle and maternal soul who would take Duskclaw as her loving mate.
Two moons before his kits would come to term, the young warrior was slain at the jaws of a fox. Dawnlight was was absolutely torn apart by her mate's passing. In order to cope, she held on to the things that were dearest to her: her two surviving sons. The once warm and gentle soul grew to be weary and restless in her remaining days. She coddled her sons, not daring to let them out of her sight. Timberkit thrived in his mother's affections and attention. He had no desire to leave her side and was perfectly content with her comforts. Harekit, his brother, was not so much the same. Harekit was bold and adventurous from day one - he grew to be frustrated with his mother's overprotective fussing. Unlike his brother, Harekit could not wait to leave the nursery.
Timberkit grew to be a very timid and uncertain little tom. He fed off his mother's concerns and paranoia. He clung to her like the fur on his flanks in a storm. Timberkit, although curious of the world around him, had no desire to discover his secrets. The world was a scary place, full of uncertainty and the unknown. The world possessed creatures and monsters beyond fear's imagination. The world had slain the father he'd never met. Harekit did not share the same world views.
At six moons later, Timberpaw was reluctantly apprentices alongside his eager sibling. At seven moons, Dawnlight fell o an illness and would soon join in her mate's passing. Unable to relate to his brother's bold anticipation, Timberpaw struggles to assert himself in the world which he lives. He clings to those he becomes close with. He combats the inner struggle of finding his place within his clan and overcoming his moral dilemmas. Now, at eight moons, Timberpaw has worked to survive within apprentice hood. He struggles to refine his skills and prove himself as a young warrior of Windclan.
