Post by // - Blizzy - // on Jan 6, 2007 22:53:44 GMT -5
Name: Lostpaw [son of Dancingflame and Jetsnap, known as Musickit to Thunderclanners.
Planned to be: Musicnight to TC and Lostwings to SC]
Age: 9 moons [about]
Gender: Tom
Appearance:
When compared to others of his age, Lostpaw seems to be smaller, though it could be something he will grow out of. In fact, the young tom is, for now, smaller. He is built on a smaller frame than most, and most of his physical appearance is. The soul exception would be his tail. For some reason, it is long, and thin in comparison to others. But it only helps with his balance. Since he is smaller over all, his paws are smaller, and daintier in appearance. These are attached to semi long legs, and powerful, though small shoulders. Over all, Lostpaw's body is built for endurance, instead of short outbursts.
Lostpaw's facial features are pretty normal, if there is such a thing. He has a triangular skull, with short fur covering it. On top of his head, are two ears, standing taller that most would find in a cat his size. Tiny tufts of a fuzzy white stand upon this large ears, barely visible in the sun. His forehead slopes gently down to the tip of his blackish nose. To either side of this nose, extend great, long, black whiskers, which blend in with the black facial fur that surrounds his muscular frame.
Upon Lostpaw's face, the most impressive feature would have to be his eyes. They shine with a gold intensity, matched only by the sun itself. But they are not solid in color. If one looks carefully, blue tints and darker green strips can be seen. Though not huge, Lostpaw's eyes are normal, if not, a bit larger than most.
Lostpaw's pelt is mostly black, and not a black that may have brown in it. A true, pure black, that reflects light with a blue tint to it. The only change in color is on a few swirls of light on his steady,lean frame. Unnatural, they seem to be a light, soft blue; like that of a feathery cloud. His paws are tiny, giving off the tiniest evidence of a darker, blueish color. However, it will only become visible once the sun gleams in the sky at a certain time and on a certain place on him. Although his frame is small, as some say, it is covered with scars; a long lost memory. The young tom is strange, yes, but aren't we all? After all, Lostpaw is a very unique cat.
Extras:
// - Lostpaw- //
"“It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.”"
// - Lostwing - //
“The quickest way to receive love is to give; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly; and the best way to keep love is to give it wings.”
// - Musicnight - //
“Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.”
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Apprenticeship [ Just in the middle.]
Breed: SiemesexBlackAngoraxBurmese
Personality:
Lostpaw is full of energy, and releases it in bountiful supplies of bouncing, and playing. At least he did. When his mother died, Lostpaw seemed to disappear, leaving a hollow shell of a kit. After mourning, and sitting vigil for his mother, Lostpaw seemed to reveal his new self. No longer was he a bouncy kit. He seemed to mature into a cold and quiet warrior mentally. He kept to himself mostly at first, keeping to his silent ways. Slowly he became more and more interactive, but still far from where he was at one point in his life. Instead of being all out, Lostpaw turned into an observer. He watches with his golden eyes, learning, and accepting that way.
Now, at this age, Lostpaw is still a quiet tom. He keeps mostly to himself, and ignores the way of life that most felines his age, live without question. He does not care to play 'Clan leader', or chase a moss tuft. He does not care to bug the warriors into letting him leave the camp. Lostpaw watches, and thinks. Probably his most powerful tool at the moment is his mind. Since his mother's death, Lostpaw has been able to contemplate much more. He thinks on a deeper level, and, though he doesn't understand everything he thinks, he has come across more knowledge this way.
Like his name implies, Lostpaw hides his emotions and soul, for he is lost beneath the darkness that covers his past. Usually, the tomcat is reserved, stoic - and all around anti-social. Although he does let a few emotions slip out, namely expressions of anger, boredom, and annoyance. This front that Lostpaw has placed has sadly driven away most cats - driving Lostpaw to continue with this mask placed upon his features.
In truth - Lostpaw is simply a cat that longs to be loved and to show love however has no idea how to express this longing. Lostpaw is a cat that has gone through too much, and his emotions are in a muddle because of this.
One of the many things you have to know is that he is completely secretive when it comes to his past, thinking that no one, but himself should know and often shies away from others. He is very quiet, but when he speaks, he generally is being serious, Only those who can get close to him will get the joy of making him laugh. He can be caring, but for the most part is quiet and dark. But don't get caught in his path: he has ferocity as great as those of the old TigerClan.
However, there is another side to him; one that is rarely ever surfaced. Among many feelings, a slight grin almost never appears on his face and he's always dreary. But recently, that has seemed to change. He met Moonpaw [this shall change if Firestar decides not to bring her here. T.T.] and even Angelwing, became his friends. Swiftstar, the former of leader of Shadowclan, helped him hope and believe that everything was all right. More and more, his happy side is beginning to appear; a smirk placed on his face that is enough to warm your heart.
And so, maybe their is hope for him.
Note: [ ^Note: I purposely, put Swiftstar up there and not, Phantomstar. I have an idea for a plot, if Leafpool wants to comeback to this site, and I know how to make it work, even if Phantom gains this position. *cackles* XD]
History:
' Hey, hey. Icepaw!', a small, black kitten came bounding up to a silver, frosty-eyed apprentice and grinned wildly, golden orbs sparkling. Icepaw, the apprentice said, just smirked gleefully and cuffed his friend affectionately over hie head with a paw. A light, tinkling laugh arose from the inked feline and he ducked his head, almost mockingly, with a pout.
' Aww... Gee, do ya have to be like that?' The older lighter-toned cat, probably about a few moons, let out a low, rumbling chuckle before smirking. ' Of course, Musickit. Duh, who else could I get a laugh from?' 'Hey!!' And the silver apprentice was toppled over by the young kit, paws sheathed as their usual ramble began.
'What's going on here, now?' The low, amused voice woke the two out of their 'play-fight' and they both scrambled to their feet, Lostpaw standing abit more peacefully - strangely enough. Bashful, Icepaw smiled meekly at the deputy and dipped his head quickly, his face flushed with embarrassment. 'S-s-sorry, Hawkeye.'
As if in unison, both Musickit and the tabby-furred deputy raised there eyebrows. The difference was; Hawkeye looked more amused than not, and the ink-furred kitten looked between exasperated and confused - he knew very well that his best friend was ambitious, but they hadn't done anything wrong.... Had they? 'I-I - w-was..', the ivory feline stammered, looking down at his shuffling paws.
The words of Icepaw rang through Musickit's ears and he felt infuriated at his friend - he knew what was coming, that mouse-brain was about to lie, telling the deputy something noble again. This was the normal routine - They fight playfully, someone caught them, Icepaw lies because he wants a good word in and Musickit stands by innocently - , but something didn't let the ebonite-inked kit continue. He coughed lightly, just enough to turn both of their attentions' toward him, and he smiled at Hawkeye, a burning intensity in his amber orbs. 'We were just playing, sir. Just like kits, I'm afraid and I apologize sir, it's my fault for letting it get this far. Sorry it disturbed you.'
The smoke-washed kitten dipped his head deeply, much to the surprise of the chestnut deputy and received a bemused smile from his iron-furred friend. ' Um... no problem. Just get along, children and... I don't want to see this again.', the tabby replied, raising an eyebrow as they usually quiet inked kit, and sighing, he trotted off - his thoughts in a whirl. The two children scampered off to annoy the warriors, giggling slightly at Hawk-eye's confusion.
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And all of a sudden.
' ... Musickit., the silver tom whirled around to face his 'friend', his eye ablaze. '' Have you any idea what you've done?!', he hissed at his friend, teeth bared and eye narrowed dangerously. The ebonite kitten blinked, and smiled, '... Sure. I mean, I don't really see the -'
'Of course you don't, you're just a tiny kit who lost his parents -', he growled, the jibe directed closely at Musickit, and the golden-eyed child, blinked. He shrank, suddenly seeming innocent and quiet. '... I-it isn't my fault..', he whispered softly and suddenly looking up at the older cat, his eyes wide with fear, he blinked. 'Musickit, you're just a kit! Nothing more... I'm your best-friend, you do know that? But... please just keep out.' 'Icepaw!!! I'm your best-friend, don't I have the right to know? Just explain it, I'm sure -'
' Shut up.', Icepaw muttered harshly and shot cold daggers at Musickit -- his namesake. 'You know nothing and because of your stupidity, you ruined everything.' The inked-ball of fur stared at his friend, and he looked abashed, before picking himself up. He glared up at his friend, ' You don't know anything! You're an arrogant, selfish fool who has no recollections of anything around him. You have ruined yourself, I dunno what happened to my pal, but he's been swallowed by greed and hatred! I HATE you!!!', he yowled at his friend and pounced on him, claws unsheathed.
Icepaw shuddered as the claw raked across his shoulders, and he unsheathed his own claws, frosted eyes blazing as he let out an outrageous yowl. Using a fraction of his strength, since he was unusually large for a 9 moons old apprentice, he shoved his friend off him and threw him sharply against a tree. [They had been adventuring, with the accompany of Skyfoot - Icepaw's mentor.] Squeaking in surprise, he scrambled to his paws dazily and lips curled into a dangerous snarl as composed himself, he hissed, "Oh is that they best you can do? You sure you're not a kit?
By now the steel-coated apprentice was shaking with anger and his eyes narrowed, ice-blue pools glinting dangerously, he retorted," Stupid peice of fox-dung!! I'm older then you, don't you know that I could kill you?" Swiftly dodging Musickit's blows, the harsh jibes deaf to his ears, he used all of his power to slash the tom's shoulder - the red liquid flowing down his shoulder, creating a large gash..
Sample Roleplay post:
Love, that outreaches to the humblest things;
Work that is glad, in what it does and brings;
And faith that soars upon unwearied wings.
Waves lapped at the huge boulders, knocking the granite into making constant groans of complaint. A soft thump broke the wavering silence of the waves as a figure stepped slowly from the shadows, venturing onto the soft sand of the beach. The stones’ complaining heightened as the feline went farther, finally pausing on the very edge of the seaside where the water lap at its paws. At the midnight hour, his frame was softly illuminated by the vibrant, glowing moon floating above just above the trees, showing where he started and where he stopped, but nothing more. Details swam just out of view, and the polished sphere began to disappear as dawn began to come forth, dimming the atmosphere dramatically.
At this new change of scene, a slender head was raised to glance over sleek shoulders before turning back to the water, watching it toss itself against the dock in a never-ending battle. A battle for what? Like he would ever know, never mind dare to find out.
From afar, a feline would probably think he was contemplating suicide, staring into the water like a hypnotized monkey. After all, the way the feline acted it was defiantly possible. But no, he wasn’t doing that today. The tom climbed to his paws, the sand moving beneath the lightweight he contributed as the mercenary made to leave the scene and slip back into the shadows. This was not his place, and if anyone captured him, Lostpaw couldn't, and wouldn't, expect much mercy from Thunderclan, nor Shadowclan. For a while, the tom had crept out here, to the edge of the beach and just sat there for a while, ranging from only a few ticking seconds to not moving for hours. He had been lucky over the last week that a Thunderclan patrol had not caught him; his luck was up, it was time to stop tempting death.
As he stalked back over the territory into his own, a silent figure in the darkness of the night, the stars suddenly illuminated themselves once more, catching the feline in its milky grasp. And just as he crossed the Thunderpath, he froze; eyes wide. Moonpaw? Shaking his head, he heard a scream; a high-pitched shriek in the distance. Dismissing all emotions of fear and panic, he ran toward that sound; tears falling down his face. It couldn’t be, it wasn’t . No one would do that to any cat, especially not to his beloved Moonpaw. Unless…
Phantomstar.
Divine the Powers that on this trio wait.
Supreme their conquest, over Time and Fate.
Love, Work, and Faith -- these three alone are great.
Codeword: Sunrise
[ Note: Firestar, hope you don't mind that I used your avatar idea. I like it alot. ^^ ]
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