Post by spottedfur on Apr 10, 2017 22:00:08 GMT
[Oaktail]
Oak – for his fur
Tail – for his talents
[Clan: Rootclan] [Rank: Warrior]
[16 Moons] [Male] [Heterosexual – grey aromantic]
[Description]
Substantial, semi-long haired brown pelt, with black mackerel tabby markings, white spotting and light green eyes.
[Appearance]
At first glance one might think that his fluffy coat is what gives him his size, but they will be surprised to find that he is every bit as big as he looks. This is a large tom with a thick heavy built, broad chest and strong sturdy legs. His semi-long furred pelt is mostly covered in black mackerel tabby stripes, only revealing small patches of his brown coat. Many white whiskers are clustered together on either side of his dark pink nose. White fur wraps around most of his short wide muzzle, then down along his neck onto his belly, and encases his front paws and half of his hind legs. His tail is long and thick with a feathered tip. He stares with pale light green eyes, which can come across as cool calm and soothing or bold, determined and fierce. His face has an intricate pattern of black and brown fur, framed with large wide set ears. Despite having such a large body, he is not as bulky as other toms his size, which allows him to be very flexible and agile; an ability that does not seem to match his stature. The paws that support his weight seem just a bit too small compared to the rest of his body, and certainly too small for his strong clear claws.
[Personality]
Favorite food: squirrels
His outlook on Starclan seems so casual, that the tom leaves the impression of being dismissive and ignorant toward his ancestors, but this isn’t the case. He chooses not to think too deeply on matters that make him feel awkward or uncomfortable, and will often have a hard time in acknowledging a problem. There are times when he will “leap before he thinks”, but his sometimes reckless tendencies are balanced with his quick wit and fast reflexes. He is fun-loving, energetic and playful, as well as easy-going and light-hearted. He loves to play games, make up challenges, and find fun in any way he can, which he mostly does outside of camp and often in an attempt to avoid chores. He, himself, isn’t even aware of how much he loves to climb… in fact he can be rather dense at times. He can be very full of himself, thinking he’s capable of doing almost anything, to the extent that it’s almost as if he thinks he is invincible… but this is something he picked up to hide his insecurities and to even trick himself into thinking he isn’t as helpless as he fears he might be. Always happy to have a healthy rivalry, he can be extremely competitive and can never resist a challenge, and though he isn’t a sore loser at heart he likes to casually make up excuses for any loses that may come his way. One wouldn’t think that he was the type to be able to read the mood and sense changes in the atmosphere, but he can actually do this with ease, though his sensitivity to it affects him a lot and will usually make him restless or uneasy. He can be a bit of a joker at times and when he tries to cheer up his clanmates it’s usually at his own expense; making himself look silly and ridiculous to lighten the mood and cause a bit of laughter. Everything about fish bothers him and this distaste is so powerful that even if his favorite prey was touching a fish he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to eat it. He doesn’t like to do nothing; it makes his paws itch, so even when he’s relaxing he can be seen playing a game with himself or any clanmates who may be near. The idea of fire terrifies him, but his most visible fears seems to be ticks thanks to an experience as an apprentice and fueled by his mother’s teasing. Threats outside of the usual ones to Rootclan unsettle him; he would much rather fight a coyote then a couple of rats. Though it isn’t obvious, he is fiercely devoted to his clanmates, and always wants what’s best for them.
[History]
Heritage: Applenose and Hazelsong grew up only a few moons apart, yet rather then get along well, they would always harass and tease each other constantly… but they seemed to enjoy their exchanges, as they never tired of it or drift apart from their fights. After a time of spending many moons together they eventually formed a deeper bond and became mates (though they still act as they did when they were apprentices). The two were already seasons into their Warrior status when they finally decided to have kits, but they didn’t intend for them to be born in leaf-fall.
Kithood: Oak-kit and Rook-kit were born very late, just as leaf-fall was making way for leafbare. Despite the long pregnancy the harsh seasons left a toll on them and they were much smaller and weaker than any medicine cat would`ve wanted to see. The two little toms struggled to survive and they seemed to be pulling through, especially Oak-kit, but within a moon the weather took a turn for the worst and Rook-kit`s health was declining. When Oak-kit was 2 moons old he experienced a barrage of emotions when two new litters were born… Those days seemed to merge into a memory or turmoil and in it the death of a kit in each litter. He suddenly felt very fearful for his brother and the other kits. He helped the other warriors and medicine cats however he could; showing great maturity and responsibility for his young age. He would always make sure that the birthing den and nests were thick, warm and well made. He patrolled the den to make sure there wasn`t even the slightest draft or cold spot, but he always made sure to spend as much time as he could with Rook-kit. He would make up stories and talk with his brother and he truly loved the time they shared, but despite his best efforts… Rook-kit passed. The loss of his brother hit him very hard and even the arrival of Newleaf was bitter and hollow. He was too depressed to be much company for Dark-kit, Patchkit or Frostkit, and since the older kits had been moved to the main camp before he was even born he felt very alone, especially when his parents left to lay Rook-kit to rest. Not long after that day, he and his mother moved to the main camp and Oak-kit was often brought to the Elders and other cats of his clan in an attempt to raise his spirits. It was a very rocky recovery but soon enough Oak-kit was playing and socializing just as a normal kit would. He decided to improve himself for the younger kits, for his denmates, his clanmates, his clan; he wanted to be strong and capable for them, and his motivation only grew when he heard that Patchkit had passed. He was excited for Dark-kit and Frostkit`s arrival but when he noticed how Frostkit seemed to be interacting with a kit that wasn`t there something changed inside him and he came to ignore and almost shun the white kit.
Early-Moons: As an apprentice Oakpaw excelled in his training and he developed a bit of an ego, especially when he came to notice how fast he was growing thanks to the rich and abundant season. He showed great potential but his ambition never seemed directed at anywhere specifically, and sometimes it was directed into causing mischief, likely derived from his mother`s nature. He would make jokes, pranks, and find ways to make a game out of everything. He particularly enjoyed spending time with his denmates, though he often still found himself alone since the older apprentices were already training with their own mentors, Shadepaw even went off to be a medicine cat apprentice! He spent a moon with Darkpaw and Frostpaw in basic training, and was expected to help them as the older more experienced apprentice. He found a great friend in Darkpaw but he found himself often teasing Frostpaw and was particularly hard on him when he made up challenges and games, but this didn`t go overlooked and he was punished for his cruel immaturity. For about a moon he did the brunt of the chores; assisting the medicine cats when they needed it, cleaning out nests, and looking after the elders. One day as he was grooming the elders, he tried to remove a particularly nasty tick and the ordeal gave him a horrible fear of them.
First Season: He mellowed out a bit and was given Goldenfur as a mentor. She was strict, uncompromising and demanded a great deal from him, most of which being respect above all else. Despite being pushy and relentless there was something endearing about his mentor and he came to adore her and see her like a second mother. Under Goldenfurs guidance he was molded into the tom he is today. During his apprenticeship he became very close to Darkpaw and they developed a unique and powerful connection together. He was starting to find his place in his clan and he would spend a lot of time with his parents and other clanmates. Noticing his natural talents in climbing, his mentor would often request a lot of patrols and hunting with Dovetail so that his skills could be effectively nurtured and developed. He started to really surprise his clan with his bold enthusiasm, particularly when he would climb, and his battle training as well as his hunting improved even more… this must have revealed something to the senior Warriors for he was soon given his warrior name, proving that he was a dedicated and capable warrior. He realized then that he had achieved the goal he had always wanted as a kit. Not long after his own Warrior ceremony was Darkflower given hers. Oaktail was elated; he felt as if everything was going right in his life and he couldn’t be happier.
[Relations]
Mother: Hazelsong Father: Applenose Brother: Rook-kit
Mate: Darkflower Kits: Starlingkit, Bramblekit.
[Genetics]
Black mackerel tabby, with brown fur and a semi-long haired coat and <50% white spotting.
[Lineage]
Mother: TBA
Father: Norwegian Forest Cat, American Short-hair.
