Post by Sloepaw on Feb 28, 2015 23:22:20 GMT -5
basic identity •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Name: Name Reasoning: Sloe- is "a small spiny deciduous tree... it's fruits are dark blue-purple or black in colour. Its bark is also black. The plant flowers in early spring with masses of creamy-white blossoms, and the fruit are produced in autumn" (ailuronymy) Gender: Tom Age: Nine moons Position: Apprentice Clan: WindClan capabilities •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Capability Stats:
Strengths: There certainly aren't many of them, because the tom has done little to sculpt himself into a feline of great strength or admirable shape. His large size, however, does supply him with a great potential for power. This, coupled with his weight, makes him a tom of brute strength. His extra weight also provides him with more padding for warmth. Weaknesses: Sloepaw's lifestyle of loafing around and disregarding his responsibilities has had a notable impact on his physique. The tom's weight is a bit of a problem, making him slower and clumsier than most. His tread is heavy and not at all stealthy. His heavy-set boy hinders his speed and he can't run for long without getting tired. Only a small amount of physical exertion can leave him panting. Type 1 WindClan: xxx appearance ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••  Description: Sloepaw is a large cat naturally, descending from a line of warriors known for their thick bone-structures and sturdy frames. The apprentice is much thicker than most of his clanmates though in terms of weight; he's notably plump with a belly that nearly brushes the ground when he walks. Contributing even more to his size is the long, fluffy black and white fur that adorns his pelt; adding further to his appearance of an overweight oaf. Despite being quite overweight, Sloepaw has the potential of a handsome tom. Shave off the extra roundness to his face, and there is a strong, masculine jawline. Look past the extra pounds and there is a burly, rock-like frame capable of much muscular capacity. Top it all off with his soft, searching gaze of amber-green, and there is a feline of good features. Perhaps, if he ever breaks from his behavior and shakes his bad habits, he'll fulfill this potential. personality •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Personality: Sloepaw is a loaf. He sleeps in, naps when he should be hunting, and eats more fresh-kill than he catches. Despite the entire clan thinking this behavior as useless, pathetic, and dishonorable, it isn't a lifestyle he has adopted out of sheer laziness. It goes much deeper than a lack of desire for physical exertion, but instead is more of a mental and emotional coping. The young tom is actually riddled with many social anxieties that he turns to sleep in order to run away from. When unconscious and unaware, nothing can bother Sloepaw. His problems and the stress of the day is all gone for as long as he can keep his eyes shut. He sleeps and naps in order to stop thinking and to stop feeling. He clings to the warm comfort of unconsciousness to drag himself from despair. Of these various social anxieties, there is a great feeling of unimportance. He frequently compares himself to his clanmates and realizes that he'll never amount to all the successful members of WindClan. He's insignificant and, while it does bother him, he makes no effort to try and better himself. He has no desire to move forward in his life and, at times, seems content to sleep all his moons away. Unfortunately, he can only sleep for so long before an angry clanmate (specifically his mentor) drags him from his nest and forces him to work. Either that or there really is a limit to how much the body can sleep before it completely rejects it and Sloepaw has to drag himself through the day (sometimes unable to sleep for days on end). He'll always dive back into the warm darkness whenever he can, even if it means abandoning his duties and pissing everyone off; even if it means he'll be awake each night, unable to sleep any more, painfully and horribly aware. When awake, Sloepaw still seeks comfort from reality. Even when conscious, he prefers to float through dreams. With an amazingly-vivid imagination and fantasy-based thoughts, he creates and takes solace in small hallucinations or fabrications when everyday situations prove too overwhelming. When he is incapable of sleep and being awake becomes too much for him, he recedes into his delusions, where the line between reality and "fairy-tale" blurs. To his clanmates, as far as his exterior personality goes, Sloepaw fits the wrap of a loaf pretty well. He's easy to dislike for his laziness, his constant mopiness, and his frequent complaining. Perhaps he would be able to change if he could find a friend or two who would tolerate him and help him see the point of everything. He might be able to change, but not by himself. Specific Moral Values: "Fighting for nothing is what you were born for". He doesn't align himself with much, as he doesn't see the point in anything. He's prepared to sleep through his life and hide away from responsibility. history •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• The product of a quick and silly love that was never meant to bear fruit, Sloepaw was delivered to a young queen of full-blooded WindClan descent. Quickstep was one of two daughters in a litter of well-respected warriors. Her kittens were a disgrace, their father a tom of dirty blood; a loner-turned-clan-cat who captured Quickstep’s heart and her family’s disdain. Particularly, the disdain of her father, Gorsepelt (the then-deputy of WindClan) who despised both his daughter and her kittens for staining their names and tainting their blood. In fact, Gorsepelt forbid the father from claiming his kittens; he forced his daughter to keep the identity of the disgraceful tom a secret. Quickstep then quickly grew ill; a terrible, fast sickness that baffled the medicine cats and yielded to no treatment. She died not even a moon after birthing her kittens, leaving them for another queen's care. To say that this queen's love was lacking and that her disposition was unfriendly would be an understatement. Unfortunately, whatever illness claimed Quicksteps' life, seemed to pass to a few of her kittens and half of them succumbed in a similar manner. The rest spent their first six moons in a kittenhood untouched by love, aside from the filial support of siblings. All they ever knew of their parents was gathered from the unhappy, disdainful grumblings of their adoptive queen and their grandfather. So the kittens learned to regard their parents with a heavy — though curious — shame; a stray sentiment that was impressed upon them since they could first comprehend that their heritage was one not to be proud of. In truth, however, they hardly knew much of anything about either parent. Only that they had never and never would know their love. When Sloepaw was apprenticed to his grandfather, he was hopeful. But he never found love in Gorsepelt either. As Quickstep had before him, Sloepaw did not grow up as his grandfather desired. Although he went into his apprenticeship with a great potential, he quickly became quite the loaf. He often set aside his duties in favor of napping, would wake up much later than his fellow denmates, and ate more fresh-kill than he brought to the clan. In the eyes of the clan, he became a no-good, lazy nuisance who refused to carry his weight (a quite significant weight). Whenever one questioned Gorsepelt about his apprentice's disreputable conduct, he would claim that the tom ad too much ’bad blood’; that his no-good mother was ’too potent within him’. Really, Sloepaw only misbehaved because his grandfather — who did not love him — wanted a child of stern obedience. It was an act of defiance that turned into a lifestyle; a lifestyle that he miserably continues to live. Gorsepelt tightened his grip, became much more harsh on his apprentice, and channeled all his resources into shaping the lazy tom into something remotely respectful and respectable. Unfortunately, Gorsepelt died a few moons into Sloepaw's apprenticeship and was replaced. tracking •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Relationships: Mother ⇨ Quickstep [Deceased] Father ⇨ Unknown Grandfather, Ex-mentor ⇨ Gorsepelt [Deceased] Littermates ⇨ Hailpaw, Frostpaw Featured In: Nothing yet Assignments: None yet roleplayer •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Writing Sample: When Sloepaw’s brilliant amber eyes blinked themselves open, Stealthstar’s words were lingering in the air, already spoken and only just echoing from the camp’s frozen walls. With a quiet, irritated groan, the plump SkyClan apprentice shifted his weight and allowed his heavy eyelids to slide lazily over his optics once more. However, as his lingering drowsiness — the dark, clouding confusion of unconsciousness — began to clear from his mind, comprehension sunk slowly through his thick skull and his eyes promptly snapped back open. In a rush of self-horror, the tom scrambled to his paws and peeked out from behind the massive, icy stalagmite, where he had been peacefully napping. Had the newly-appointed leader just spoken his name? His heart thudded audibly in his ears, his breath hitching with panic, as he realized that the clan had already assembled beneath Stealthstar’s authoritative perch and were waiting expectantly. He had slept through the assembly’s call and it was his ceremony! For a moment, Sloepaw was incapable of moving forward; his paws one with the ice, glued there by a sudden and terrible social anxiety. How foolish he would look, sprinting up there — no, bumbling up there! He’d been dozing most of the morning, taking advantage of the short period he was mentorless by hiding himself away and burying himself in the inky oblivion of sleep. His pelt was a ruffled mess of bristling white, notably and undismissably cowlicked by his oafish stagnancy, and he had no time at all to groom himself. Oh, StarClan have mercy, his hiding place was not even behind his assembled clan-mates. They would see him emerge, slink guiltily up there, and know immediately that he had wasted the morning away. But then again, not one of them would be surprised. He had a reputation, after all. Had the other apprentices rolled their eyes disdainfully at the call of his name? He had already damned himself to the distasteful view of his clanmates; this mishap would only justify their thoughts of him. Stealthstar continued and Gorsehawk’s name relieved the silence, bringing Sloepaw from his castigating thoughts and forcing his paws to move. As the deputy, his new mentor, moved toward the ledge beneath their leader, Sloepaw clumsily bounded to meet him, the fur of his plump belly brushing the ice with each step. Silently he prayed that he would not trip over his large paws, for he could already feel the eyes of his clanmates boring into his messy, snow-white pelt. In his mind, he could hear their voices. The insults, the names, the disdain — he imagined the endless scorn and it assaulted him. His own thoughts... they were already pushing him back to the shadows and to the warm, empty darkness of sleep; the only place he could escape his fierce self-loathing. His head was bent shamefully, his pelt hot and flushed beneath his fur despite the cold. He only lifted his sunburst gaze to Gorsehawk’s for a fleeting moment; the dismay he saw in the older tom’s eyes quickly coaxing his own once-more downcast. How long before that dismay became frustration? And then that frustration, anger? Disappointment? He had made quick work finding such sentiments in the eyes of his grandfather and previous mentor, Gorsepelt. He couldn’t make Gorsepelt proud, he wouldn’t make Gorsehawk proud, and this ceremony was a joke. They both would be miserable and, as usual, Sloepaw found himself considering each and every corner and shadow of the camp and territory where he could hide himself when this embarrassment was over; where he would be undisturbed and swallowed by darkness. His gaze flitted upward to Stealthstar, and for a moment tried to fix itself there. But humility burned at his eartips and he had to focus his sight beyond the new leader, hoping the ceremony would be mercifully swift. Password Phrase: *bandersnatched by Oakey* How did you find us?: I've been on FourClans since November 2009! Found v1, I think... probably through Google! Anything you would like us to know?: Anyone, feel free to make one of his siblings, Frostpaw or Hailpaw! ^__^ I'd be delighted to have either of them! |
