Post by Dreamer on Apr 9, 2018 13:44:05 GMT
the basics name • Lizardkit, Lizardpaw nickname • Lizard, Skittish age • 25 moons gender • Male sexuality • Greysexual, ?romantic ( I don't think he even knows what he wants tbh) rank • Warrior the looks short description • Semi-cobby brown broken mackerel tabby with low white and yellow green eyes. body type• Semi-cobby overall looks • Lizardstep looks more like the old wildcats than many of his clanmates, with the signature thick rounded black tailtip. Besides that he also has the rounded, almost oval face with thick cheek fluff, with big wide round eyes and a shorter muzzle. His ears of course catch the attention almost immediately, being oddly folded over, as if he were constantly trying to protect them from getting swatted. His body is more stout, compact and thick, with strong muscles particularly in his back legs which help with climbing. His fur is short, but very thick, which helps keep him sheltered from any nasty wind. Although his pelt is not the ticked tabby, nor the thick mackerel striping of some of his clanmates, it has an odd inbetween look. Not quite spotted, nor ticked, but the stripes fade and break along his back and side, with only the stripe along his his spine and the rings on his tail closest to the end being the most prominent and distinct. He also has a feature which not too many of his clanmates have, white on his paws up just past his ankles, as well as one the front of his neck tapering down to his chest and a little on his belly. His paw pads alternate between a darker chocolate color and a light pink, while his nose is more of a darker pink lined with the same chocolate/black of some of his paw pads. Finally, his eyes are a yellow with a slight tinge of orange, with a thin but distinct line of green around the pupils. the personality likes (four plus) - Watching little things - Stretching out in the sun in the fields or in camp to just think - Arranging a fresh nest for himself - The smell of fresh things dislikes (four plus) - Dust, it makes him sneeze - Loud noises and chatter - Being placed in the spotlight - strengths (two plus) - Observant - Quick on his paws weaknesses (two plus) - Easily scared or startled - Is terrified of pain dreams (one plus) - To find his happy place in life fears (one plus) - The clan will pick him out because he's too weak. overall personality • Lizardstep is a quiet tom, soft spoken and thoughtful. He deals with a lot of things internally, where some cats might deal with it externally. This can often make him seem extremely silent or ignoring conversation when he is simply processing and carefully thinking about a response. He isn't slow, though some assume he is, he just puts this careful consideration and contemplation into everything he does. It means he's a patient Hunter, particularly when it comes to stalking, and is decent tracker when it since he picks up detail. He would have likely been given the -nose suffix if not for his… eccentric behaviors. Lizardstep earned his name for the way he acted which reminded other cats of his name sake. He is remarkably light on his paws, but more agile than fast, and can sprint quite well over a short distance. But he's not fast for long periods of time, his legs are too short for that. When he is startled, which happens quite easily, he jumps and skitters away. Sometimes he tucks his tail behind him, as of worried some cat will snatch it out if the air from behind him. It's odd, but endearing. However, he is not simply a reserved and lonely cat. He loves making friends, although he won't be the loud, talkative, or most contributing of his friends. But when he does take the time to know, understand and care about another cat, it is a serious commitment. He is a good gift giver, often knowing his friends likes and quirks better than themselves, and giving to others selflessly. He knows what it's like to lose oneself in ones mind to despair, and so attempts to find ways to ensure that his friends know they are loved and supported. He makes it his goal to show love and kindness in even the most mundane and platonic ways. the history mother • Nettlefur 65 moons, warrior father • Owlheart, 57 moons, deceased. siblings • Hedgehogface, 25 moons, warrior Partridgepelt, 25 moons, warrior other important people • Squirrelfang, 52 moons, warrior overall history • Nettlefur was an average warrior, but dedicated and responsible. So she took her duty as a she cat to have a litter for her clan very seriously. There were plenty of eligible toms, and though she didn't have a mate, she had plenty of options. After much thought she finally picked Owlheart, for his similar devotion to the clan. They had known each other, but weren't particularly close, but there was no denying that they worked well. In fact, they actually became friends and mates when Nettlefur found herself pregnant. Owlheart treated her with great respect and appreciation, and there were not a few cats jealous of his affections for her. When their litter was born, Moorclan was practically ecstatic. Three healthy kittens, not a single one black, and a healthy mom too. The three kittens, two males and on female, were celebrated by the clan and fiercely guarded. In fact, much of Lizardkits early memories are of being watched over by many warriors. It was hard to get any peace and quiet with two sonoings, active parents, and an entire clan involved in making sure he was safe. He often let his siblings and family do the talking, content to listen and look for quiet in his daily life, even as a kit. He allowed his more rambunctious siblings to take the spotlight away from him, and they certainly did. However, they never seemed content with that, and would often push and poke and prod at him to be more outgoing. They never quite bullied him, but they certainly knew what buttons to push. But his mother was always there to comfort him, and his father would set his siblings straight. That only tended to make it worse of course, but Lizard wouldn't complain. The older he got the more he enjoyed just watching things, cats, other animals, the sky. He was particularly fond of his little namesakes, who would scurry around on the rocks of camp. Usually they too small to be more than a single mouthfull, so cats didnt bother with them, but they fascinated Lizardkit. They way they moved, how peaceful they seemed when they were just resting on the stones. Somedays he wished he could be like those little lizards, never having to worry about his siblings, or the rest of the clan and their loud hectic ways. Lizardpaw and his siblings all eventually reached apprentice age, though the leader debated holding Lizardkit back one more moon, but Owlheart spoke up for his son saying he could handle whatever got thrown at him. He did handle it, but he didnt particularly enjoy it. He was given Squirrelfang as a mentor, a tough talented tom who took no excuses. He trained Lizardpaw hard, very hard. Lizardpaw managed to barely keep up with his mentor, but felt his frustration. He wasnt as quick on the draw as his mentor wanted him to be, and he just couldnt seem to keep up with his siblings. Not that it particularly mattered, as they had basically formed their own little cliques. Lizardpaw struggled at first to make friends, to endure the harsh training from his mentor. But his suffering helped him to see the pain in other cats lives. He made friends with the other cats who were hurting, became their strong support, and they in turn supported him. His ragtag group of friends were the ones who werent the traditionally strong of Moorclan. His parents strongly approved of it, his siblings thought he was silly. Ultimately when he came to his warrior ceremony, he thanked Squirrelfang. Much as he had been harsh, the tom had never given up on him, or treated him as a weak or pathetic cat. He had encouraged Lizardpaw to keep going, to never give up, that he was better than he himself thought he was. Lizardpaw actually was pulled aside by the leader. “You have more options than most apprentices.” the leader murmured thoughtfully, “In Pineclan you would be named -nose. Here I would encourage you to follow your father’s -heart. But there is another option, one which isnt available to many cats.” Lizardpaw nodded, wincing a little almost. “-Step.” He knew he adopted some of the mannerisms, albeit intentionally or not of Lizards. But he also knew that they werent his best qualities. At the same time…. “I think, if it’s okay, Id prefer Lizardstep.” Step names were rare, and an honor, maybe, in this one small way, he could be different, unique, special. Like his siblings were. Lizardstep proceeded into his warrior moons without much incident. He does his duties and relaxes when he can. Once or twice he has been approached by the herbalist and asked if he wants to learn more about medicine, and Lizardstep has considered it. The Herbalist said that soon they might need a new specialist to work with those in the clan who are hurting emotionally and mentally, instead of just physically, and Lizarstep thinks that sounds like a wonderful thing to do. But he’s still not quite sure, and so he is still thinking it over, carefully considering it, just like he does everything else. the genes basic appearance • Semi-cobby brown broken mackerel tabby with low white and yellow green eyes. dominant genes• Folded Ears, One white spotting, recessive genes • solid, the role player ooc name • Dreamer experience • 7ish years other characters • Cinderstar of Pineclan. |
