Paperclaw :: RC

[Kat :)]

[Paperclaw]
[a substance made from wood pulp, rags, straw, or other fibrous material, usually in thin sheets, used to bear writing or printing, for wrapping things, etc. and a sharp, usually curved, nail on the foot of an animal]

[Male]
[Riverclan]
[18 moons]
[Warrior]

____________[LOOKS]

To say the least, this cat is handsome. To say the most, some may describe him as perfect, though never true, because no matter how flawless on the outside, one always has internal flaws. His coat, thick and silky, is pure white with a black stripe running along his spine and socking one of his paws, the right front. The tip of his tail is black and there is a patch on the right side of his muzzle that is of the same hue. His eyes are mismatched gunmetal grey and blue-green while his nose is a pink nub on the end of his long, triangular muzzle. His ears are wide, both tipped with black and sit proudly atop his rounded head, though was more or less shaped like an upside-down pie piece, round on the top and ending in a point. His toes are black on both of his back paws and he has a slash of black on his chest and on his right flank, which looks notoriously like a crescent moon shape. He has an oval shaped black patch on his forehead and running part way down his nose.

His figure is strong, lithe, with the grace of Windclan and strength of Riverclan in his paws. A lethal combination of blood, he can run faster then most Riverclanners, but is not match against a Windclanner. He can swim well, but finds it hard to battle spring currents, when the river is so gorged that the torrents that whip by will carry a kit away without a passing nary thought. His shoulders hold most of his power, while his flanks, hard as iron, hold most of his speed. His has a strong neck and thick tail, but doesn't outwardly look bulky in the way some cat's do. This tom is suave. Cool. Sexy.

But not without flaw. He has a long pink scar cutting across the bridge of his muzzle and down the right side, cutting through the black patch there. It makes him look battle hardened at the worst times and dangerous, mysterious, at the best. His fur will part at times on his right shoulder, revealing another scar, though more tactfully hidden. There is a long, thin V shape taken out of his right ear.

____________[PERSONA]

Cocky, this one is, and coy. He tends to flirt shamelessly, and isn't shamed easily. His mind is so far from reality it's not even funny and he prides himself in showing off his mixed blood and skills. He's not thick-headed, but hot-headed to the extreme and will take any challenge with the promise to win without a second thought, no matter how impossible. He is the cause of great irritation for most of his clanmates, especially his cousin, Shiverpath, whose had to calm many flying claws against him. He'll fight any battle he says, but is really a scaredy cat at heart, and would rather spit hot words behind the protection of his clanmates, especially at gatherings. He's what one would call a player, with too many love interests in his life and not enough time for them all. He'll flirt with anything that moves, be it a Shadowclan tom or a badger. Just for the fun of it. For the show of it. To show he's the best, in his mind. Most of these actions and eccentricities are really shields he's put up, to hide his pain, his sorrow, his shame. His heart is cold when you get passed the jolly, fun loving front he puts up. He actually revels in silence, stoic times in which he can reflect on all the mistakes he's made and loathe his weakness. He works tirelessly to become better at everything, a better hunter, better swimmer, faster running, more tactful fighter. But even in all his strength he can't manage to not find fault in himself. His dream is to make himself into the best warrior the forest has ever seen, and won't think twice about gaining that title in a dishonorable way, but deep down inside he's truly good, despite all the pain and hate he feels toward himself.

____________[HISTORY]

Paperclaw was born to Sharpwhisker of Windclan and Calmwind of Riverclan. He and his two siblings were the only surviving kits of a litter of six. Lividkit was named for her feroucious cries at her birth and her twin brother, born seconds later, was named Languidpaw for his listless mewls that were the only indication of the life that flowed through him. The next three kits were born dead, and then came little Paperkit, who Calmwind, after the trauma of loosing half of her litter already, lumped him in with the dead until he strated wiggling weakly back to her, crying out even louder then Lividkit.

When Paperkit was only a moon old Calmwind took Lividkit and Languidkit to Windclan, seeing as they were the strongest, to be raised by their father. Leaving Paperkit in her care, she expected him to die before summer came, but he grew tall and strong, against all of her predictions and she could do nothing else but trying and keep up. He was always the first up in the morning and last to sleep in the evening, always moving, always curious, he couldn't stop moving, couldn't stop exploring the world around him. He was getting restless in camp, confined to the nursery and many times he and the other other kits, under his coaxing and pretexts of adventure, would sneak out to play in the shallows or explore the marshes. He never thought anything of these night time exploits until he was older and realized how dangerous much of that could have been.

When Paperkit became Paperpaw, his mentor could hardly keep track of him. If he wasn't sparring with the other apprentices, he was hunting in the marshes or along the river shore, or he was sitting at the edge of the gorge, watching the Windclan apprentices train. Their techniques were mezermizing to him, so sleek and graceful he spent many nights trying to mimic their movements but always found he was too thick, not built as they were. He cursed his Riverclan blood. All the while he was doing this his mother was slowly writhering away. She was suffering from a long winded ailment that ran in her family that slowly ate away at her immune system and deteriourated her muscle and mind, slowly but surely killing her.

One day, while waiting in the reeds for the Windclan apprentices to show up so he could watch, he witnessed on of the most traumatic events of his life. Streaking over the crest of a hill came the sleek grey forms of Lividpaw and Languidpaw, followed hotly by a large, red fox. Planning on spilling the creature over the gorge, they led it down the rise and broke off at the last moment, befroe the fox could think about what was happening it tumbled off the edge of the rocks. It was the most spectacular move Paperpaw had ever seen, until the fox, still clinging to the edge of the gorge, snapped it's teeth shut on Languidpaw's tail, planning to take the apprentice over the edge with him. Fear pulsed through Paperpaw as Languidpaw shreiked, more out of fear then pain as he was pulled toward the edge of the gorge. Lividpaw was there in a flash, teeth fastened to his scruff, trying desperately to pull her twin to safety. Without thinking of the consquences of his discission, Paperpaw raced over the Twoleg bridge and to Lividpaw's side to help. She didn't deny the help as they both struggled to pull Languidpaw to safety. For once Paperpaw's extra weight and strong shoulders came in handy, for they pulled Languidpaw free, at the loss of his tail.

Paperpaw helped Lividpaw and Languidpaw to the top of the rise, then returned to Riverclan, praying for them both to be okay. But, not all was on his side, for he heard that Languidpaw had died of infection in his wound at the next gathering. Bother Calmwind, knowing that was her kit, and Lividpaw, for the loss of her twin, sank into a deep depression. Paperpaw felt equally guilty, for somehow he concluded it was his fault that Languidpaw had not lived.

At eleven moons Paperpaw became Paperclaw, the proudest moment in his life being when he could turn to his clan and look at them as equals. Though, his happiness was short lived. His mother died the following day, either from the depression or from the illness, the cause was never known. Paperclaw tried to show that he was strong by seeming unaffected by the tragedy, but it was eating away at him, silently, inside his heart, like a hungry catapiller on a nice, juicy leaf. Slowly, but surely.

The second proudest moment of his life was calling Lividcall's name at a gathering, seeing as he had cultivated a deep friendship with her over the moons after she'd lost her brother, and shortly after, her father. He never did find out that she was his sister, thought what he felt for her was merely friendship, and with no one else around, save for maybe Shiverpath, who could share the secret with him. He pressed on, trying not to let the burrden in his heart slow him down, but as it seems, with the war looming ever nearer, it's much harder to do. He fears most of all having to meet Lividcall in battle and choose between her and his clan.

____________[IC]

I did one of these in Crescentgaze's bio, so I don't have to do one here, do I?

____________[FAMILY]

Sharpwhisker - Father
Calmwind - Mother
Lividcall - Sister
Languidpaw - Brother

Shiverpath - Cousin

____________[PASSWORD]

Aurora

[xx snakey]

Wow Kat! I leave for ten minutes to cook and you throw this together! Accepted most definately!