Post by HawkfeatherTheHottie on May 5, 2015 17:30:01 GMT -5
Name.: Goosekit ----> Goosepaw ----> Goosefoot
Sex.: Tom.
Age.: 23 moons.
Clan.: Windclan.
Rank.: Warrior.
Eye Colour.: Light green.
Reference.: #1 #2 A black on white tom with light green eyes.
Strength.: 2
Defense.: 2
Agility.: 5
Stealth.: 3
Tracking.: 3
Personality.: The unwanted son of kittypets, Goosefoot struggles with proving himself loyal. He sees his acceptance into Windclan as a pity act and strives to claim his spot as a true warrior by skill.
Competitive and somewhat prideful, he enjoys praise and will often shove his accomplishments down your throat in an attempt to impress. He doesn't realize this makes him seem all the more obnoxious and interprets one leaving the conversation as envy rather than irritation.
The fear he has yet to be fully trusted by his clanmates further pushes his desperation to be more outgoing. A nervous chatterbox that almost always comes up to you, he's surprisingly a good listener with an even more shocking capacity for memory. Something you told him moons ago will still be fresh in his mind as if you said it yesterday. Unfortunately, this remarkable attribute is dual sided. Goosefoot isn't one to likely forget events either, much less forgive you for a particular wrongdoing. His grudges can withstand any amount of time. You could both end up in Starclan and he'd still refuse to interact with you.
In contrast with his boastful, resentful tendencies, Goosefoot is loving and kind to those he favors. To date only Hazelfire has been allowed to witness this alternate form of behavior. Goosefoot depends heavily on her soothing words after a long day and puts her first when regarding his fidelity. He would immediately choose her devotion over the admiration of the entire clan, if such a choice was to be made. The fact she will soon give birth to his kits only makes him adore her all the more.
History.:
Kithood
His mother did not want him. Him or any of his littermates. She had thought of ways to get rid of them, and only one satisfied her.
She was going to leave them on the moor near the lake. That should be far enough so no one could bring them back. Whatever happened to them afterwards did not concern her.
The kit, his brother, and his sister were conveniently hidden in a goose's nest. The mother took the precaution of nursing them one last time, incase they had a shot, then left her them and went away, guiltless and carefree.
Unknown to her, she had left them on Windclan territory. No patrols passed through that area until the following morning. It was already too late for two of them, yet the little black and white tom was mewing feebly.
He alone was rushed to the nursery where a queen accepted him. He was named Goosekit, for the place where he was found.
Goosekit was rather weak as a kit. His playmates teased him for it, isolating him from their own social circles. For some reason he always felt misplaced, as if he was lost. The scent of the queen who'd nursed him wasn't the same as the first one. This peculiarity haunted Goosekit during his nursery days. He thought of it more as he grew, no longer trying to make friends with the other kits. He'd been outcasted, and he'd come to accept that.
Apprenticehood
Goosekit was completely independent when his apprenticing came. Nobody approached the leader about it. They simply knew it was time.
He was to be mentored by Graynose, a well-mannered, lenient she-cat. She was the one who informed him of his origins. Now everything made sense.
Goosepaw didn't complain much about his tasks. He took them all willingly, feeling he needed to redeem himself. He couldn't understand why Windclan treated him like this when he was an outsider. His unresolved feelings about where he had come from continued to torment him. Goosepaw trained harder and tried to hunt more efficiently. Graynose noted his significant advances and commended him for his ambition. Goosepaw paid no mind to her. He wanted all of the clan to see. One silly cat was nothing to him.
There was a particular cat whose attention he craved. Her name was Hazelpaw, and she was the prettiest cat he'd ever seen, to say the least. Goosepaw went out of his way to speak with her. He managed to convince her to go hunting and training a couple times. There was just one problem. His name was Sootpaw, and he was her brother. Sootpaw frowned upon Goosepaw. Whether he was being a big brother and looking out for his younger sister or plain annoyed with being beaten at everything by the other tom, he didn't bother concealing his distaste. Hazelpaw never seemed to notice, after all, Sootpaw was sneaky about his business and it was more geared towards Goosepaw than her. Goosepaw however was determined to get her to notice him, no matter the opposition. He watched when her father died and felt pained to see her look so downcast. He did not intervene during that time. It was more of a personal conflict anyways. Besides, Sootpaw was being touchy as well. Goosepaw didn't want to cause any extra trouble for them.
As A Warrior
Goosepaw had been so busy observing Hazelpaw that he had not realized he was old enough to be a warrior. The leader had though, and called a ceremony to give him his forever name.
Goosepaw became Goosefoot, for his speed. He was a fine hunter, specifically good at catching rabbits. To keep himself occupied, Goosefoot went on several hunting patrols. He encouraged Hazelfire to do the same when both her mother and brother died. He couldn't imagine the chaos she must have been going through, could only support her. As the moons went on she opened up to him, something that Goosefoot treasured. It was evidence he was gaining her trust, and for now that was enough.
One fateful morning in leaf-bare it finally happened. Hazelfire confronted him about their relationship. She admitted that she liked him. That she had for a while and was unconscious about it. Goosefoot was so full of delight she felt the same way he did. He too expressed his love for her and they declared each other mates that day.
A moon or so later Hazelfire told him they needed to talk privately. Goosefoot was worried it was something he'd done. Consequentially it was, but the news was good. Hazelfire was pregnant with his kits.
Heritage.: - Felix (kittypet) is his father.
- Jingles (kittypet) is his mother.
- Unnamed brother.
- Unnamed sister.
Role-Play Example.: Goosefoot trotted into camp, a limp rabbit dangling from his maw. He made a beeline for the nursery, not caring if the elders needed to eat first. Upon squeezing through the gap in the gorse bush, he tiptoed over to greet a resting she-cat. She rubbed her muzzle on his cheek, whispering a thank you for the prey. Goosefoot nodded and smiled at her, positioning himself so he could lay beside her.
"How are you feeling, Hazelfire?" He asked, glancing about nervously. He had to remember to keep his tone hushed, or the queens might throw him out again. The first time Goosefoot had come inside he'd been much to loud and woken up some of the kits. Their poor mothers had to will them back to sleep, but not before scolding the tom for making such a racket. It was one of those things he wouldn't forget, lest he be denied ever coming in here again.
Referral.: Wolfie (Thunderclan supervisor)
Sex.: Tom.
Age.: 23 moons.
Clan.: Windclan.
Rank.: Warrior.
Eye Colour.: Light green.
Reference.: #1 #2 A black on white tom with light green eyes.
Strength.: 2
Defense.: 2
Agility.: 5
Stealth.: 3
Tracking.: 3
Personality.: The unwanted son of kittypets, Goosefoot struggles with proving himself loyal. He sees his acceptance into Windclan as a pity act and strives to claim his spot as a true warrior by skill.
Competitive and somewhat prideful, he enjoys praise and will often shove his accomplishments down your throat in an attempt to impress. He doesn't realize this makes him seem all the more obnoxious and interprets one leaving the conversation as envy rather than irritation.
The fear he has yet to be fully trusted by his clanmates further pushes his desperation to be more outgoing. A nervous chatterbox that almost always comes up to you, he's surprisingly a good listener with an even more shocking capacity for memory. Something you told him moons ago will still be fresh in his mind as if you said it yesterday. Unfortunately, this remarkable attribute is dual sided. Goosefoot isn't one to likely forget events either, much less forgive you for a particular wrongdoing. His grudges can withstand any amount of time. You could both end up in Starclan and he'd still refuse to interact with you.
In contrast with his boastful, resentful tendencies, Goosefoot is loving and kind to those he favors. To date only Hazelfire has been allowed to witness this alternate form of behavior. Goosefoot depends heavily on her soothing words after a long day and puts her first when regarding his fidelity. He would immediately choose her devotion over the admiration of the entire clan, if such a choice was to be made. The fact she will soon give birth to his kits only makes him adore her all the more.
History.:
Kithood
His mother did not want him. Him or any of his littermates. She had thought of ways to get rid of them, and only one satisfied her.
She was going to leave them on the moor near the lake. That should be far enough so no one could bring them back. Whatever happened to them afterwards did not concern her.
The kit, his brother, and his sister were conveniently hidden in a goose's nest. The mother took the precaution of nursing them one last time, incase they had a shot, then left her them and went away, guiltless and carefree.
Unknown to her, she had left them on Windclan territory. No patrols passed through that area until the following morning. It was already too late for two of them, yet the little black and white tom was mewing feebly.
He alone was rushed to the nursery where a queen accepted him. He was named Goosekit, for the place where he was found.
Goosekit was rather weak as a kit. His playmates teased him for it, isolating him from their own social circles. For some reason he always felt misplaced, as if he was lost. The scent of the queen who'd nursed him wasn't the same as the first one. This peculiarity haunted Goosekit during his nursery days. He thought of it more as he grew, no longer trying to make friends with the other kits. He'd been outcasted, and he'd come to accept that.
Apprenticehood
Goosekit was completely independent when his apprenticing came. Nobody approached the leader about it. They simply knew it was time.
He was to be mentored by Graynose, a well-mannered, lenient she-cat. She was the one who informed him of his origins. Now everything made sense.
Goosepaw didn't complain much about his tasks. He took them all willingly, feeling he needed to redeem himself. He couldn't understand why Windclan treated him like this when he was an outsider. His unresolved feelings about where he had come from continued to torment him. Goosepaw trained harder and tried to hunt more efficiently. Graynose noted his significant advances and commended him for his ambition. Goosepaw paid no mind to her. He wanted all of the clan to see. One silly cat was nothing to him.
There was a particular cat whose attention he craved. Her name was Hazelpaw, and she was the prettiest cat he'd ever seen, to say the least. Goosepaw went out of his way to speak with her. He managed to convince her to go hunting and training a couple times. There was just one problem. His name was Sootpaw, and he was her brother. Sootpaw frowned upon Goosepaw. Whether he was being a big brother and looking out for his younger sister or plain annoyed with being beaten at everything by the other tom, he didn't bother concealing his distaste. Hazelpaw never seemed to notice, after all, Sootpaw was sneaky about his business and it was more geared towards Goosepaw than her. Goosepaw however was determined to get her to notice him, no matter the opposition. He watched when her father died and felt pained to see her look so downcast. He did not intervene during that time. It was more of a personal conflict anyways. Besides, Sootpaw was being touchy as well. Goosepaw didn't want to cause any extra trouble for them.
As A Warrior
Goosepaw had been so busy observing Hazelpaw that he had not realized he was old enough to be a warrior. The leader had though, and called a ceremony to give him his forever name.
Goosepaw became Goosefoot, for his speed. He was a fine hunter, specifically good at catching rabbits. To keep himself occupied, Goosefoot went on several hunting patrols. He encouraged Hazelfire to do the same when both her mother and brother died. He couldn't imagine the chaos she must have been going through, could only support her. As the moons went on she opened up to him, something that Goosefoot treasured. It was evidence he was gaining her trust, and for now that was enough.
One fateful morning in leaf-bare it finally happened. Hazelfire confronted him about their relationship. She admitted that she liked him. That she had for a while and was unconscious about it. Goosefoot was so full of delight she felt the same way he did. He too expressed his love for her and they declared each other mates that day.
A moon or so later Hazelfire told him they needed to talk privately. Goosefoot was worried it was something he'd done. Consequentially it was, but the news was good. Hazelfire was pregnant with his kits.
Heritage.: - Felix (kittypet) is his father.
- Jingles (kittypet) is his mother.
- Unnamed brother.
- Unnamed sister.
Role-Play Example.: Goosefoot trotted into camp, a limp rabbit dangling from his maw. He made a beeline for the nursery, not caring if the elders needed to eat first. Upon squeezing through the gap in the gorse bush, he tiptoed over to greet a resting she-cat. She rubbed her muzzle on his cheek, whispering a thank you for the prey. Goosefoot nodded and smiled at her, positioning himself so he could lay beside her.
"How are you feeling, Hazelfire?" He asked, glancing about nervously. He had to remember to keep his tone hushed, or the queens might throw him out again. The first time Goosefoot had come inside he'd been much to loud and woken up some of the kits. Their poor mothers had to will them back to sleep, but not before scolding the tom for making such a racket. It was one of those things he wouldn't forget, lest he be denied ever coming in here again.
Referral.: Wolfie (Thunderclan supervisor)
