Post by Tαℓвσт on Apr 10, 2015 8:31:28 GMT -5
Name: Batkit » Batpaw
Sex: Tom
Age: 7 moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Apprentice
Eye Colour: Dark amber, almost brown
Reference: x : scrawny, dusky grey tom with a darker dorsal stripe, white flash on his chest, large ears, and rounded, amber eyes.
Strength: 2
Defense: 2
Agility: 3
Stealth: 4
Tracking: 4
Personality:
Grandmother » Nightflower (black she-cat)
Mother » Badgerpelt (black-and-white she-cat)
Father » Francis (grey tom)
Littermate/Brother » Name
Littermate/Sister » Name
Sex: Tom
Age: 7 moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Apprentice
Eye Colour: Dark amber, almost brown
Reference: x : scrawny, dusky grey tom with a darker dorsal stripe, white flash on his chest, large ears, and rounded, amber eyes.
Strength: 2
Defense: 2
Agility: 3
Stealth: 4
Tracking: 4
Personality:
Batpaw's exterior reflects his personality in great lengths. He's a skinny little thing, with large ears and large eyes. His back is constantly hunched and his neck is lowered more often than not.History:
He's insecure to the bare roots of the word. Fighting is a skill far past his capabilities, but what he lacks in strength, he makes up in stealth. His tracking ability, combined with his stealth, make for some easy hunting.
He enjoys the peacefulness of hunting, and the time it gives him to himself. Sparring gets him overwhelmed, and it isn't long before he's wrought with anxiety.
As for his social life, well... he doesn't have one, really. Outside of his littermates, his grandmother, and sometimes his mother, he keeps mostly to himself. Authority figures -- even his mentor -- makes his paws tingle and his lips dry. He has a heavy stutter, and his big eyes make him look paranoid all the time... which isn't far from the truth.
But he's a sweet cat behind all that quivering, bristling fur. He has a huge heart but he's too afraid to really show it. Cats who get past that barrier and become his friend are welcome to enjoy a genuinely kind and encouraging companion.
Batpaw was an accident.Heritage:
When his mother had just become a warrior, she was seduced by a rogue on the edge of the border. The two spent a few nights together before the ShadowClan she-cat realised how wrong it was and chased him away from the territory.
Moons later, she begrudgingly gave birth to her litter. The mysterious father was the talk of the Clan, as the strange scent that clung to her pelt for days was no secret to anyone.
Her litter consisted of two sons and a daughter, all of which bore some resemblance to their mysterious father. Batkit had the same narrow face and skinny legs that his father had, and she resented him for it. To top it off, he had been born with a ridiculous set of large, pointed ears, for which he received his name.
His littermates were not much better off. The only cats who really gave them the time of day was their grandmother, a senior warrior on the edge of retirement.
While there was much rogue history in ShadowClan, many Clanborns stuck up their nose to them. Batkit, in his already small stature, feared these apprentices and warriors. He hid by his mother daily, who defended her kits only for her own pride.
When he and his littermates were apprenticed, their mother carried on hunting and fighting as if nothing had ever happened. She didn't entirely ignore her kits, but she was embarrassed by what a stupid, young warrior she had been and what results it had in her life. She hadn't wanted kits so soon, she had been excited to fight border patrols and feed the Clan. Now she had three extra mouths to worry about.
Grandmother » Nightflower (black she-cat)
Mother » Badgerpelt (black-and-white she-cat)
Father » Francis (grey tom)
Littermate/Brother » Name
Littermate/Sister » Name