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Post by rootpaw on Aug 1, 2009 14:31:52 GMT -5
basics
i am currently rootpaw
but shall soon become rootstone
my heart lies as a ravineclan apprentice
i am a tom
i have lived 16 moons
going deeper
face value: The first thing you notice is how undeniably thin Rootpaw is. He's lightboned, built for more acrobatic hunting and fighting than brute strength. His slightly fluffed white and silver fur merely accentuates the ethereal, graceful and yet haunting look that he encompasses. But that's nothing, compared to his eyes. His eyes of such a cold, hard, icy blue that it's unnerving to stare too deeply into them. His eyes filled with a depth of loneliness and heartache that noone can even fathom. His eyes that shine so brightly in the moonless night, almost like beacons. But of what? Beacons of hope? Or bringers of pain? It's a tough question, one that Rootpaw has yet to discover for himself. But as for his appearance, it's one of a slim, soon-to-be warrior, small and quiet, made for hunting birds or small prey, made for light, quiet movement.
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beneath the surface:Sometimes, Rootpaw feels unnoticed. Alone. Lost. He simply fades into the background, the hustle and bustle of RavineClan's daily life, and he's forgotten. His quiet and unassuming nature matches his slim and light frame- but there's a fire within him, an ice-blue fire waiting to be ignited, like embers. Right now, this fire is merely smoldering, waiting for an outlet, for a reason to explode into brilliant flames. He has no family, and only a couple of friends. His mentor has completely forgot about him and he should have become a warrior long ago, but that doesn't stop him from loving his Clan. He's fiercely dedicated and loyal to RavineClan, though in all honesty, they haven't treated him well. But they're all he's known, all he's ever had a chance to love and care for. When Rootpaw finds love, he latches on and takes care of it, nurtures it and loves it. He's dedicated, loyal, but shoved into the background because of his quiet and hidden nature.
into the past: Rootpaw was born into a litter of three, in BrookClan. His mother Softflower was loved and cherished by the entire clan, and his father was the renowned and loved Rootstripe. Before Rootpaw's birth, however, Rootstripe was brutally killed. Softflower was devastated, of course, but she kept going for her kits. Rootkit, Treekit and Waterkit were born. They had an older brother named Willowpaw as well. Rootpaw doesn't recall anything from his time in BrookClan- his entire life he has been a RavineClanner, and always will be. Over time and through different circumstances, his mother and siblings all passed away, leaving Rootpaw to the care of the Clan. And somehow, Rootpaw cherished the Clan's care and loved them, even though they forgot him and abused him all the time. They never did it intentionally, but because of his innate ability to hide into the background, they left him there. But now he's working on standing up for himself, working on getting what he has wanted for so many moons: his warrior status and someone to love him. To love him for him, wholly and completely, forever and always.
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