Oct 9, 2019 17:06:58 GMT -5
caddispaw
jungleclan ∙ apprentice ∙ tom ∙ 06 moons
Appearance
Description sentence:
lanky brown and white tabby with amber eyes
Appearance:
Caddispaw is your regular run of the mill brown tabby. Perhaps the only thing that sets him apart is his white chest, and belly. The overall tone of the toms pelt is dark, his undercoat attributing to this, as well as the almost black tabby stripes that adorn it. The appretinces face is covered in tabby markings, save for a strip of white on his nose, and a spot under his left nostril. The toms two front paws are white, the back two tabby like the rest of his him. The most striking part of the tom is his eyes. Almost perfectly round, they carry wisdom and exhaustion far beyond his moons, dull to life, as if he has never known joy. Staring into his amber eyes may make you feel like you’ll never be happy again.
Personality
Positive Traits: • accessible • mature • disciplined • loyal | Negative Traits: • aggressive • irritable • cynical • insecure |
Personality:
Unfortunately for Caddispaw, he found himself having to grow up faster than his siblings. Blame the absent mother, or simply the fierce loyalty he feels towards his younger siblings, but the tom is mature beyond his moons, and acts accordingly. Closed off from outside influence, the tom is increasingly evolving into himself, enjoying the fact that he can stay out of the drama that comes with being an apprentice, and focus on what he needs to do to become a warrior. This however has left him with little friends, aside from Cicadapaw who he pretty much lives for. He doesn’t understand jokes, approaching them logically, and basically ruining them in place of dissecting them down until he can make sense of them.
The tom is very open to criticism, and is rather easy to talk to about many things. There hasn’t been a topic that he has deemed taboo to discuss, and though he might not always have advice for you, he’ll try to help you through whatever is eating away at you regardless. However, the tom has low patience and gets irritated quickly, especially if you keep pestering after he has exhausted options to help you. He is also rather insecure about his place among his Clanmates and his own abilities. He hides this fairly well, trying to show that any criticism he gets he takes in and works to better himself, but really it eats away at him.
Caddispaw is loyal to a fault when it comes to his sibliings. They are his lifeblood, and he would die for them, and he has acted impulsively to protect them, whether physically or with his words. He hasn’t figured out how to show he cares without being aggressive when it comes to defending them, and he doesn’t take kindly to anybody teasing them even if it's all in good fun. Basically, while he tries to be there for his siblings, he is their worst enemy, injecting himself in conversations that have nothing to do with him, and checking in on them at rather inopportune times. Caddispaw doesn’t know what to do with himself when his siblings aren’t around.
The young apprentice holds a level of cynicism that would rival even the most ornery of elders. When anyone shows him kindness, he immediately starts questioning their intentions, and what they are trying to get out of it. He has a hard time believing that anyone actually wants to be around him, unless they want something, which also doesn’t go over very well in the whole making friends thing. The tom is especially skeptical of she-cats, both his own age and older than him, and this stems from his mother and her disregard for her kits.
Skills & Combat
Strengths: • flexibility • hunting • accountability | Weaknesses: • diplomacy • teamwork • organization |
Combat:
• Defense: (10-3)
• Attack: 1d20-(3)
Character Background
Family:
Honeyshark. Mother. NPC.
Unknown. Father. NPC.
Cicadapaw. Brother. played by wren
Tarantulapaw. Sister. played by theodora
History:
You are born to a she-cat that wants nothing to do with you. You are ignorant to this fact, merely trying to find comfort among the she-cat that you instinctively know is your mother. Your siblings are there, their scents will grow to be the thing you live for, but for now, all you want is your mother to lick your head and tell you she loves you. Your want will never be filled, and will shape you into who you are today.
You aren’t very old when you begin to resent the cat that brought you life, refusing to acknowledge that anyone so cold and absent could possibly have given birth to you. You watch your brother, Cicadakit, pine after the affection that you know he will never receive and you begin to feel fiercely protective over him. He is your responsibility, something that no one as young as you should have to take on, but you face it head on. You’d comfort him, talk to him about how much the both of you will accomplish when you are apprentices, how you would prove to your motherzxs that nothing she said or did would stop you from reaching your goals.
Fortunately for you, you are made of tougher stuff than your brother. While he got riddled with insecurities so thorough and deep, you merely walked away from your kithood with cynicism and distrust of she-cats. You want nothing more than for Cicadakit to grow away from your mother, to realize his worth outside of her scathing remarks and disgust, but you are helpless to truly help him. You vow to protect him from the harsh realities of the world, ensure that he makes friends that build him up, and to make sure that he always knows he is loved. You are his protector, his confidante, and he is your lifeblood. Nothing will hurt him while you are around.
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