Post by redpaw on Jun 5, 2010 15:49:30 GMT -5
REDPAW of STARCLAN
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Name: REDPAW
Age: ELEVEN MOONS
Gender: TOM
Clan:WINDSTARCLAN
Rank: APPRENTICE
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Reason For Name: plain and simple; his fur. though it is a deep orange, he is within the light more than anything, and that is what makes his fur appear redder than orange.
Previous Names: redkit.
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One Sentence Description: small red tom with yellow eyes.
Appearance:
first off, Redpaw is small. his size is not runt size, but he is a tad more petite than average. not the girly kind of little, but the frustrating kind. where you're not that little, but still too small to be unquestioned. and his fur is short, which doesn't make it any better for him.
speaking of fur, the color is considered red. just for simplicity's sake, and a bit of just 'seeming.' because in truth, his short coat is a deep ginger, very pretty and soothingly soft - but in the sunlight, or any light, he glows a crimson color. or maybe a tad lighter than that. but still red. not all the way, but still red.
despite his size, however, his limbs are rather long, giving him plenty of speed. problem is, due to the softness of Stripebird's training, they are only decently muscled. not well, but not bad, either. that tends to get on Redpaw's nerves, but he doesn't mind; he's still plenty fast.
his eyes are a dull kind of amber. or yellow, actually. it's not dazzling, but it's not horrendous. just an average shade of yellow, if not just a little paler.
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Personality:
before his night of death, Redpaw was selfish. spoiled, rebellious, and defiant. he wanted everything his way, no matter what - and he really didn't care about what others said.
but after his death, he opened up. he realized how foolish and immature he had been, how unforgiving and thoughtless he acted toward the rest of his clan. ever since making amends with his mentor, Stripebird, he found that he had a lot to improve, and a lot still to learn. but his time had come, and he finally accepted that he had been horrible. that he had so much to make up for. so he did.
now, he's a nicer kitty. nicer and sweeter. he cares, he really does, and he has become a worry wart. even in StarClan, he watches from above, praying that somehow, by the powers of StarClan, he can keep them safe.
now that he's older, no matter how ageless he appears, he knows how to care and love without expecting anything back. nowadays, he's more obedient and sensitive, with more common sense knocked into his skull.
once, he was one of the most brutally outgoing youngsters to ever roam. now, he's timid. that's right, timid. in truth, he hates to admit it, but he's gotten more self-conscious and wary, afraid that he'll make more mistakes and mess up once again. but he's still a risk taker, and trust me. he still loves it when things go his way. he's just not so rude and harsh anymore.
Likes: running, getting away with things, trouble, rebelling, sunny days, peace.
Dislikes: getting caught, being ordered around, rainy days, fear, darkness.
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History:
Redpaw was once a spoiled little brat, being raised in such pampering as a kit. his parents loved him dearly, but too much, especially if he was going to train for a warrior. they gave him everything he wanted, everything he needed, and let him get away with so much. things rarely went against him.
after reaching apprentice hood and breaking away from the name Redkit, Redpaw was still rather spoiled. a little less, and a bit more mature. but still spoiled. which his mentor did not help too much; being his first apprentice, Stripebird went easy on him, unsure of how exactly to run things. that only meant Redpaw was able to get away with almost everything.
one night, he wanted to roam the territories. go out alone, let Stripebird assess him already. but he was only eleven moons, and still had plenty of training to go through. not to mention, RiverClan had grown more hostile; the night would only mean higher risks, unsuitable for an apprentice to go out on his own. Stripebird made it clear; no matter what, Redpaw could not go on alone. angry, spoiled, he snapped. he claimed that the clan was stupid, unfair, and that Stripebird was making a mistake. that he hated Stripebird. without another word, he ran off.
eventually, he reached the gorge. in his anger, he failed to notice the RiverClan scents. it was an ambush. and he walked straight into it, muttering - and then he hissed and tackled an apprentice, claiming, 'watch where you're going, fox dung!' well, of course, he didn't notice the warriors nor their scent until they locked into battle. closer and closer, they edged toward the gorge. then after severe injuries, with a claw to the face, he was purposely thrown off the edge, yowling in fear and shock as he listened to the RiverClan cats' laughter.
he never made it out. he screamed all he wanted, but no one heard. in the end, he just drowned. drowned before he even bled to death.
since then, he wanted to make amends. and now that Stripebird is to be Stripestar, he cannot wait. because he had so much to stay, so much he hadn't done. not to mention an injustice to settle.
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Who Are You?
snowzie!
How Did You Find Us?
you know.
Other Characters:
snowstorm, thunderclan | nightfrost, shadowclan | deathclaw, loner | ice, rogue | zero, rogue | graywind, windclan
