Post by cursedweirdo on May 5, 2008 9:13:02 GMT -5
::Damppaw::
Picture : See Him
Name : Damppaw
Gender : Tom
Age : 8 moons ++
Clan : SnowClan
Rank : Apprentice
Description :
Born white, pure as the snow itself, Damppaw has the advantage over these winter settings of the Clans. He has a few distinct shadings of grey, but it’s not dark enough to reveal him when he is in his prime, hiding from his enemy or prey. His pelt, though white, is dusted with a shallow shading of light grey, unnoticeable from afar, but close up, it’s shading distinct him from other white cats in his area. His body is long, and flexible. And it will grow even longer as the apprentice enters warriorhood. His fur is short and soft, matted; just like a kit’s. It’s naturally neat, maybe it’s because of Damppaw’s numerous running rounds, the wind beating his fur into place. All the more better for Damppaw, he need not brush his fur too often.
Damppaw’s paws are small and steady; large enough to hold his skinny frame in place, but not enough to look disproportionate. All four are a pale silverish grey in colour (a few tones darker than his pelt itself), which make it look somewhat like he stepped in water. The same colour extends to the whole of his tail, his ears and a small part of his face – just above the nose. Speaking of which, his nose is a pale pink in colour, and finely shaped. Though, Damppaw’s nose could be the most sensitive in his clan, it could detect the faintest scents in the air. Moving upwards, Damppaw’s eyes are the biggest golden eyes one could find on an apprentice. It has shrunk greatly from his kit days though, and will continue shrinking as he grows older. The colour of his eyes is not exactly yellow, nor is it a light brown. It is a bright amber colour, like a bright burning fire. They glimmer under the sun during the day, and yet glow eerily under the light of the moon in the night. Damppaw’s mouth is larger than most cats, though not exaggeratedly. His teeth is the purest of white, it matches his pelt itself. When his tongue darts out, whether it’s to taste the air, during drinking periods, or if he just wanted to lick off the scraps on the bones of his freshkill, one could see the broad yet thin sheet of pink, contrasting with all the white around him.
Thin, yet Damppaw hides a lot of his muscle under his skin. His muscles are more focused on his legs, where it used mostly for his running, or hunting. Yet even said so, his leg muscles don’t quite show. His legs are however, long and thin, allowing him to cover great distances when he runs. His tail is long and sharp. When he sits, he tend to curl his dark tail around his feet, making him look like quite the nobleman. His whiskers are long and white, though they’re rare, and not as much as the other cats.
Overall, Damppaw’s body is a perfect example for running and hunting. And Damppaw knows how to take advantage of it. The lack of muscles in his forelegs and thin coated fur gives him a large disability during battles though, Damppaw would love to avoid it at all costs.
Personality :
Damppaw’s personality had turned from the shy, quiet kit he was to the friendly apprentice. Not loud, neither boisterous, he has earned a certain charm to himself. Confidence was the key to his evolution. Slowly, he is gaining that certain attribute and infusing it into his habits. Though inside, he is going through what every young cat would go through at some point. He feels like his Emotions are trying to ruin him, and he can hardly control them. Puberty, they say, but maybe not.
Damppaw is extremely Loyal to his own clan, SnowClan. He believes the Leader is his Clan, as the warrior code say, and so he’d do whatever the leader asks of him; even if it’s the impossible. He is very protective of his clanmates. These recent killings of his leaders had struck a nerve in him. He didn’t want SnowClan to be considered weak. And so he is Overprotective.
Damppaw is a excellent hunter, he makes use of his natural gifts in his sprees. Though gifted, he doesn’t understand some parts of hunting... like why he couldn’t kill prey for fun. Nor why he should dispose of the remains of freshkill after eating. Questions he spent time pondering on. But if it’s part of the warrior code, he would follow it.
Damppaw has no mercy for other clans, though in front of them he might put on a friendly face. Know your friends, but know your enemies better. He wouldn’t look twice at the problems of any other clan but his, it wasn’t his business anyway. But he knew if he had the power to take advantage of their problems, he would. But in the future he’d disintegrate his thinking, because in the future, he would’ve gained Wisdom.
Damppaw is young, he still have much to learn. But when he finally does, he’d be a proud warrior of SnowClan.
History :
A kit was mewling in the nursery, hungry, tired.... worn from shrieking for a few hours straight. Queens surrounded him, all at early stages of birth – their milk haven’t come yet.
“What should we do? What should we do?” The repetitive sentence echoed throughout the Nursery, worried calls from those who were present. “Fetch the Medicine Cat.” A loud voice soon ordered, and they did.
It was a cold afternoon in SnowClan, a pregnant queen had just gave birth to a pale tom, she named him, cleaned him, whispered words he didn’t understand quite yet, and then she left. To where? No one knows, but she was not in the Clan when they tried searching for her.
Would the kit die? It’s been already a day since he was born. They tried feeding him water and chewed grass, but he was too young for these. What he needed was milk, and that was the only thing the clan couldn’t provided him at the moment.
There was an exchange of words on whether or not he would be sent to another clan, just to provide him the milk needed. But the leader was too arrogant, too proud, too egoistic. It was not to be so. And the clan worried. This kit might just be left to die.
In the Medicine Cat’s den a young apprentice was praying. She was praying to StarClan to guide her, she didn’t want this kit to die. None of her lessons involved feeding a newborn kit, even her mentor, the Medicine Cat herself didn’t know what to do. All that was done was just a few licks to warm him up, but this young apprentice knew – it’s not enough.
And so she sits vigil, praying for an answer. An answer from StarClan.
She fell asleep. And in her dreams she saw a wide plain of snow, the tall pine trees bending with the harsh wind, flowing along. The Medicine Cat apprentice knew then that she was dreaming. No, no, no, no, no! This is not the time to be falling asleep! That kit needs help! StarClan, help me![/i] And the ground trembled, and mountains crumbled.
A pillar of ice rose from the ground. The Medicine Cat’s apprentice knew what was it immediately, she had seen it once. The Ice Mirror.[/b] She said, whispering in awe. Looking at her reflections, she saw the cat she needed. The ex-Medicine cat. The Cat in the mirror smiled at the young apprentice. StarClan is here, and we will help. Those were the exact words the apprentice heard, and the next thing she knew, she was awake and back in the Medicine Cat’s den.
Immediately she rushed to collect the herbs the StarClan cat told her to collect. She mixed, she chewed, and then she mixed somemore. And when it was done, she rushed over to the nursery, just in time.
Just in time to see the small kit breathing harshly, he had stopped his wailings, he was silent. And near Death. The medicine cat got the approval from her mentor, and then she forced a little of the mixture into the kit’s throat. To the nursery’s surprise, he swallowed it. He started wailing again, begging for more. And she smiled.
StarClan blesses you, young Dampkit. The Medicine Cat told the abandoned kit as her apprentice fed him with more of the mixture of herbs. But he didn’t understand anything then. All he knew was...
Was the strong smell of herbs.
Relationships :
Skyheart = Mentor
Castingkit =
possible crush?
Motto/Themesong :
For Important is the Past; Even more is the Future.
Picture : See Him
Name : Damppaw
Gender : Tom
Age : 8 moons ++
Clan : SnowClan
Rank : Apprentice
Description :
Born white, pure as the snow itself, Damppaw has the advantage over these winter settings of the Clans. He has a few distinct shadings of grey, but it’s not dark enough to reveal him when he is in his prime, hiding from his enemy or prey. His pelt, though white, is dusted with a shallow shading of light grey, unnoticeable from afar, but close up, it’s shading distinct him from other white cats in his area. His body is long, and flexible. And it will grow even longer as the apprentice enters warriorhood. His fur is short and soft, matted; just like a kit’s. It’s naturally neat, maybe it’s because of Damppaw’s numerous running rounds, the wind beating his fur into place. All the more better for Damppaw, he need not brush his fur too often.
Damppaw’s paws are small and steady; large enough to hold his skinny frame in place, but not enough to look disproportionate. All four are a pale silverish grey in colour (a few tones darker than his pelt itself), which make it look somewhat like he stepped in water. The same colour extends to the whole of his tail, his ears and a small part of his face – just above the nose. Speaking of which, his nose is a pale pink in colour, and finely shaped. Though, Damppaw’s nose could be the most sensitive in his clan, it could detect the faintest scents in the air. Moving upwards, Damppaw’s eyes are the biggest golden eyes one could find on an apprentice. It has shrunk greatly from his kit days though, and will continue shrinking as he grows older. The colour of his eyes is not exactly yellow, nor is it a light brown. It is a bright amber colour, like a bright burning fire. They glimmer under the sun during the day, and yet glow eerily under the light of the moon in the night. Damppaw’s mouth is larger than most cats, though not exaggeratedly. His teeth is the purest of white, it matches his pelt itself. When his tongue darts out, whether it’s to taste the air, during drinking periods, or if he just wanted to lick off the scraps on the bones of his freshkill, one could see the broad yet thin sheet of pink, contrasting with all the white around him.
Thin, yet Damppaw hides a lot of his muscle under his skin. His muscles are more focused on his legs, where it used mostly for his running, or hunting. Yet even said so, his leg muscles don’t quite show. His legs are however, long and thin, allowing him to cover great distances when he runs. His tail is long and sharp. When he sits, he tend to curl his dark tail around his feet, making him look like quite the nobleman. His whiskers are long and white, though they’re rare, and not as much as the other cats.
Overall, Damppaw’s body is a perfect example for running and hunting. And Damppaw knows how to take advantage of it. The lack of muscles in his forelegs and thin coated fur gives him a large disability during battles though, Damppaw would love to avoid it at all costs.
Personality :
Damppaw’s personality had turned from the shy, quiet kit he was to the friendly apprentice. Not loud, neither boisterous, he has earned a certain charm to himself. Confidence was the key to his evolution. Slowly, he is gaining that certain attribute and infusing it into his habits. Though inside, he is going through what every young cat would go through at some point. He feels like his Emotions are trying to ruin him, and he can hardly control them. Puberty, they say, but maybe not.
Damppaw is extremely Loyal to his own clan, SnowClan. He believes the Leader is his Clan, as the warrior code say, and so he’d do whatever the leader asks of him; even if it’s the impossible. He is very protective of his clanmates. These recent killings of his leaders had struck a nerve in him. He didn’t want SnowClan to be considered weak. And so he is Overprotective.
Damppaw is a excellent hunter, he makes use of his natural gifts in his sprees. Though gifted, he doesn’t understand some parts of hunting... like why he couldn’t kill prey for fun. Nor why he should dispose of the remains of freshkill after eating. Questions he spent time pondering on. But if it’s part of the warrior code, he would follow it.
Damppaw has no mercy for other clans, though in front of them he might put on a friendly face. Know your friends, but know your enemies better. He wouldn’t look twice at the problems of any other clan but his, it wasn’t his business anyway. But he knew if he had the power to take advantage of their problems, he would. But in the future he’d disintegrate his thinking, because in the future, he would’ve gained Wisdom.
Damppaw is young, he still have much to learn. But when he finally does, he’d be a proud warrior of SnowClan.
History :
A kit was mewling in the nursery, hungry, tired.... worn from shrieking for a few hours straight. Queens surrounded him, all at early stages of birth – their milk haven’t come yet.
“What should we do? What should we do?” The repetitive sentence echoed throughout the Nursery, worried calls from those who were present. “Fetch the Medicine Cat.” A loud voice soon ordered, and they did.
It was a cold afternoon in SnowClan, a pregnant queen had just gave birth to a pale tom, she named him, cleaned him, whispered words he didn’t understand quite yet, and then she left. To where? No one knows, but she was not in the Clan when they tried searching for her.
Would the kit die? It’s been already a day since he was born. They tried feeding him water and chewed grass, but he was too young for these. What he needed was milk, and that was the only thing the clan couldn’t provided him at the moment.
There was an exchange of words on whether or not he would be sent to another clan, just to provide him the milk needed. But the leader was too arrogant, too proud, too egoistic. It was not to be so. And the clan worried. This kit might just be left to die.
In the Medicine Cat’s den a young apprentice was praying. She was praying to StarClan to guide her, she didn’t want this kit to die. None of her lessons involved feeding a newborn kit, even her mentor, the Medicine Cat herself didn’t know what to do. All that was done was just a few licks to warm him up, but this young apprentice knew – it’s not enough.
And so she sits vigil, praying for an answer. An answer from StarClan.
She fell asleep. And in her dreams she saw a wide plain of snow, the tall pine trees bending with the harsh wind, flowing along. The Medicine Cat apprentice knew then that she was dreaming. No, no, no, no, no! This is not the time to be falling asleep! That kit needs help! StarClan, help me![/i] And the ground trembled, and mountains crumbled.
A pillar of ice rose from the ground. The Medicine Cat’s apprentice knew what was it immediately, she had seen it once. The Ice Mirror.[/b] She said, whispering in awe. Looking at her reflections, she saw the cat she needed. The ex-Medicine cat. The Cat in the mirror smiled at the young apprentice. StarClan is here, and we will help. Those were the exact words the apprentice heard, and the next thing she knew, she was awake and back in the Medicine Cat’s den.
Immediately she rushed to collect the herbs the StarClan cat told her to collect. She mixed, she chewed, and then she mixed somemore. And when it was done, she rushed over to the nursery, just in time.
Just in time to see the small kit breathing harshly, he had stopped his wailings, he was silent. And near Death. The medicine cat got the approval from her mentor, and then she forced a little of the mixture into the kit’s throat. To the nursery’s surprise, he swallowed it. He started wailing again, begging for more. And she smiled.
StarClan blesses you, young Dampkit. The Medicine Cat told the abandoned kit as her apprentice fed him with more of the mixture of herbs. But he didn’t understand anything then. All he knew was...
Was the strong smell of herbs.
Relationships :
Skyheart = Mentor
Castingkit =
possible crush?Motto/Themesong :
For Important is the Past; Even more is the Future.
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