Post by kiba on Feb 15, 2011 3:31:04 GMT -5
Dewstep of RiverClan
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Name: Dewstep
Age: 28 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: River (because it had the least amount of members)
Rank: Warrior
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Reason For Name: Dewstep was named for his relatively smooth temperament, and ability to handle his body in even the most frightening of situations. He takes on a very “cool” demeanor when faced with a difficult task, just as dew, on the grasses of dawn are known to be cold and soothing. Morning brings a certain serenity over one as they prepare themselves for the daily clan tasks ahead. The same basic idea has been applied to Dewstep’s name, referring that he engages his mind into those times to gain control and compose his mind in order to conquer the obstacles in his life as a RiverClan warrior. The suffix “Step” of his name simply states another element of his stoic façade- his body movement is very fluid and light, just as any RiverClan warrior should be. Like water, which could also be taken from his prefix, “dew”.
Previous Names: Dewkit, Dewpaw, Dewstep
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One Sentence Description: Lean red point tom with cream basecoat and luminous blue eyes.
Appearance: Dewstep is a very lean tom with slender legs and long proportions. Although he appears to be of a thinner sort, Dewstep’s legs are sturdy from the core out. They begin at his prominent shoulder blades, and slope neatly into lithe paws. Small to the average warrior, his paws were designed for long, swift sprints. Dewstep’s body structure is much like that of a WindClan warrior, though his fervent love for water sets him apart. He is not the largest cat in mass, but his features are very much lanky, causing him to appear large. Thin, extensive tail. Attentive, sharp ears that appear always on alert, even as he sits in the still of the clan camp. Limbs great for powerful runs over even harsh terrain. Feral face that is long and pointed like a Siamese. Most of his appearance can be traced back a distinct Siamese gene pool.
Having very thin fur, Dewstep can swim very efficiently, and dry off rather quickly. His strength is not as great as would a Thunderclan or ShadowClan cats, but his stern determination to learn better techniques that suit his feats and advantages make up for it as far as he is concerned. Having a bright, cream coloured coat with darker golden points (also referred to as “red points”) his stalking abilities are lacking. His bright colours do not serve him well in hunting patrols, except during winter when snow is bountiful across RiverClan. His eyes are vivid pools of swirling colour. Blue dances with misty white like the depths of the RiverClan River. Giving his face a serene reflection. His body is always relaxed and collected, except, of course on the most extreme of cases, but he works hard to maintain himself.
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Personality: Dewstep is the kind of devoted tom who would rather starve bone thin than eat before the rest of the clan has been fed first. He tends to be a non-personal type of figure, only thinking about the majority, versus his own personal life. Being on a constant check that all is in order, as he strives for balance, Dewstep will often become tangled up in Clan matters and duties, and ignore the friends or personal admirers in his life. It is a dream of his to have his own Apprentice, but he is aware, as a new Warrior to RiverClan, that he himself still has many things to become accustomed to in his new self. As a warrior, Dewstep is a very composed cat. He fixes his mind mostly on things of calming affects to easy his mind. Stress within a busy clan can unravel one like a pile of leaves as the wind began to pickup. He will sometimes seek solitude to regain his mental bearings before permitting himself back into the comfort of feline company.
As most clan cats do, Dewstep views his clan as a family. He will not refrain from letting his fellow clan mates know that he is there as a solid support if ever they are in need. (when he is not wrapped up in other matters, of course.) Sometimes cats may fins his distance as an unreachable goal, and simply give up on him all together. But in all honesty of the poor beast, Dewstep needs someone willing to stick by him, just as he does for the clan, and when his mind is at its foggiest, be that nudge at his heart that keeps him going; someone to be his reminder that even though he has been taught in the ways of a RiverClan warrior, that he is still a cat at heart.
Although he has a firm grasp on reality, he sometime questions the motives of StarClan above. Do they know of the horrors that lurk through their daily lives? He has never been put in the position to abandon his ancestors completely, but with a temper when he looses control, it is not impossible. Dewstep looks to always conceal his fury, but when pushed too hard, or in a situation where he is unable to regain himself, he is prone to snapping and throwing himself into a numb anger where all are at risk. In battle he is fierce, despite being a lesser foe physically. He is an excellent dodger.
Likes
-water
-fish (mmmmm)
-Running
-quiet reflection time to himself
-wit
-company on the occasions that he is not being pestered or yelled at
-loyalty and acknowledgment that the clan comes first
Dislikes:
-Physical fighting as he is lacking in physical strength.
-feeling as though he is not altogether mentally
-being dirty
-ticks and burrs
-those who ignore him, or do not view him as a worthy RiverClan member.
-False accusation
-Disorder. Balance is his main strive.
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History: Dewstep was born in Riverclan to a loving Queen, but he is unaware of who is father is, as his mother chose to keep the word concealed from even her own kit. Dewstep does not quite mind, though. His head never seemed to wander very far from the present, as he always found it to troublesome to worry of such obsolete things. As a kit, Dewstep was always the quiet, observant sort with those bright, round looking pools that seemed to gaze into the most simple of things and take out more than a handful of informational things about it. Becoming rather known for his prosaic attitude, his mother chose appropriately the name “Dewkit” as it reflected his easy going demeanor, and cool understanding of his surroundings.
Until he was of six moons of age, Dewkit was apprenticed at a traditional Clan ceremony where the suffix “paw” was put in the place of “kit”. Training consisted of many restless hours of hunting, gathering moss for the RiverClan elders, tending to their other needs, watching Kits for resting queens, and lessons by his mentor. Although the work proved hard and unrelenting, Dewpaw was greatly aware of its rewards and kept on his duties like a mother to her litter. He grew with the rest of the Apprentices of his group, but never grew particularly close to any one as his mind was always within his work. Was he wrong to be so blindsided?
As Dewpaw developed his understandings for the warrior code, and learned from some of his greater mistakes, his feats were brought gravely to his attention- he could not fight as well as the other Apprentices his own age… This troubled him deeply; how would he ever be named a Warrior if he couldn’t defend his territory? Would the clan leader avoid his promotion and move the rest of his den mates forth? The very thought chilled the young tom to the bone. Surely, he began sneaking out at moon high to venture into the training hollow where he would practice his fighting techniques on his own. For two moons this went on every night, until at length, once of his den mates caught Dewpaw making his way out of the den. Immediately the next day, he was reported to his mentor, and chastised with a courter moon worth of Elder duties.
Finally, Dewpaw’s mentor recognized the improvement of his apprentice, and announced the arrival of his assessment test. The very next sunrise, Dewpaw was brought into RiverClan hunting grounds where he was sent off to collect a list of materials. Upon that list, were four rabbits. Being weak in hunting abilities due to his brightly coloured pelt giving his hiding positions, Dewpaw was determined to complete the assessment. With a clever head on his shoulders, he located muddy soils near the River bank, and rolled himself within it. Caking his cream fur in dark mud where he was successfully able to mask his defining colour and scent to the prey he caught.
Later he was given his Warrior name, Dewstep.
IC Example: && She understood the shit that made the world turn. She understood the callous ticking off a clock on the wall that followed in her wake, and the scoffing of other breath stealers as she passed them with collective steps.
But most of all, she knew who she was; unforthcoming, tolerated, unwanted, inhuman, observant, obtrusive, permitted. But everything was permitted in this time of humanity. (She did not know which phase of her life this was, whether it be her present, or her soon to be passed life, but she was waiting)Humanity… much of this, she was aware, had gone long ago, but her mind kept saying it to her; pulling these words out that she’d worked to cram back down due to their obsolete meanings. They could not be applied to life anymore… yet here they were, as fresh as though they had been recently pulled up from the bottomless recesses of her wondering cranial septum. There was much she had to worry. But would not worry for months to come. Perhaps years.
&& Because of a heavy mind, Ashe pushed large, foreboding metal entry ways open as they omitted a great scream as to strike fear in the hearts of its company. As she entered, emerald receptors flickered around the room. Emotionless and cold. Silent. Creasing every shadowed corner and stained cabinet. Blood stained the surfaces of the room as casually as coffee rims upon bright counters. It was the terror of another death on the hands of a sadistic surgeon as he drew a scalpel over the flesh of a creature, as it lay with heavy breaths. Eyes clenched shut, dared not to open… The screams for freedom they could not let out; only breathy cries of pain that met the demands of the antagonist’s agony. Mental agony; the kind you only read about in books. true pain. Physical hurt was a release. Mental hurt was an expression to how danged up things were. But seldom did they ever see it. Not till you were famous enough to have something published on your behalf. Only then did they begin to realize what you had been through. And even then after, only a handful would truly be able to decode what it had all meant. And they’d spend lifetimes wishing they’d lived early enough to have met the person they were relating. But that would have taken a twist of fate. One that would have screwed everything up. ENOUGH!
&& The empath scowled at the shadows that danced on the Hospital walls as she walked on. She hated it here. All of it. She’d begun to take in her surroundings as though they were the people of their past. All the lost emotion and fear of this place being absorbed into City’s head. She wanted to cry, but that was not permitted. Not ever. She’d just will it all away. Handle it.
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Who Are You? K!BA
How Did You Find Us? looking endlessly for an active Warrior’s rpg though Affiliates on other sites. Ugh.
Other Characters: None
