quiet words [wolfstep.tc]

[wolfstep]

a sheep in wolf's clothing

at a glance

Name: Wolfstep
Gender: Tom
Age: 17 moons
Clan: TealClan
Rank: Warrior

on the outside

Appearance: x - x - x - x

He's only handsome if you take the time to actually take a good look at him. At a glance, he's a fluffy mess, mundane and unimpressive. His long fur is almost always ruffled and unkempt. Your stereotypical "good-looking" cat would keep his fur clean and blemish free. Of course, not many long-haired cats are considered very attractive. Not at all like TealClan's incredibly handsome deputy, Crowflight. Wolfstep doesn't have a sleek, obviously-muscled body. Indeed, his fur makes him look very blocky and even a tad plump. Beneath all his fluff hides a well-trained, fit body, perhaps a bit scrawny. His thick pelt hides all that, though. So instead of standing out for his sleek physique, he blends into a crowd easier than a gold leaf in fall.

The color of his pelt itself is a stereotype. It's the shade most feral forest cats are born to, the pattern that helps him blend in and remain unseen, even when he's not stalking or patrolling. It's a criss-cross texture of stripes that reach around his body from his spine, tail, and face. Beneath his stripes, his fur is a very pale silver shade, very nearly white. Over it lays a layer of dark silver and gray. Stripes of thick and thin, curving over his body in a design passed down from father to son. Gracefully, thick stripes reach around his front legs, fading into his silver base. A concentration of darkness streaks down his back, branching out at some points and merely fading away at others. His tail is all dark gray on it's upper half, and all light silver on it's underside.

Strengths:

• Brute strength
  
• Overwhelming loyalty

Weaknesses:

• Blocky body = slow speed
  
• Quiet pushover

burried within

Personality: quiet - loyal - dreamer

He's really a sweetheart underneath it all. Few words ever pass from his mouth, so it is very difficult to tell, but Wolfstep is actually a very kind cat. Perhaps because he grew up along the Journey, he is always polite to those of other clans, never defensive until he finds an obvious reason to be. However, he's rarely friendly with anyone. Even clanmates he's known his entire life get the feeling they scarcely know him. Only with those he's truly close to, family particularly, will he ever open his mouth and speak freely to. Because of this, strangers often find him cold and unwelcoming, when in fact he's merely incredibly shy and awkward. His social skills are definitely lacking. He makes up for it in loyalty. Particularly to his family, but definitely to his clan as well, Wolfstep is firmly protective of the cats he cares about. Even clanmates he's never talked to will find his claws ready to fight beside them.

Likes:

• Sunstreak
  
• Family
  
• Hunting
  
• Peaceful mornings
  
• Water

Dislikes:

• Landslides
  
• Foxes
  
• Being responsible for the deaths of others
  
• Being apart from Sunstreak
  
• Fighting

written in stone

History:

Say hello to the tom with perhaps the most mundane past in the history of the forest. Well, the old forest.

Inkpool was born in a distant clan. Eveningrain was born and raised a loyal TealClanner. Both were at least middle-aged when they fell in love. Their first litter produced five kits. All of them were perfectly healthy and good-looking kits. Wolfkit was among them. He was born with two brothers and two sisters. There was Whitekit, named ironically for his pure black pelt. The other brother was born with handsome fluffy fur just like his mother and black and white patches-- named Cloudkit. Then there was Skykit, with pale silver fur and dark, almost-black stripes. Eclipsedkit was the spitting image of her father, with lovely tabby fur.

Wolfkit was a dark tabby at birth. As he grew older, though, his fur became lighter and lighter. By apprentice age, it was a medium creme-brown base with dark brown stripes, long like his mother's.

At a young age, Wolfkit was dragged along with his clan and family as the began the Journey. He was still very young and took little notice of the sudden changes in his life. After moons of traveling, he was very used to walking long distances every single day. He took pleasure in observing the world around him. Because of this, his mind was often off wandering, and he paid little attention to what was happening right in front of his nose. On many occasions, he tripped and fell flat on his face.

One day, though, his absent mind cost a lot more than a few scratches. It was a very wet day, the world around them soggy and soaked. As the line of clan cats made their way along a steep hill, a rabbit caught sight of them and took to running. It pushed hard off the loose ground above the procession. As wet dirt fell, it knocked even more dirt from its resting places. Soon, a full-blown landslide was heading towards them. Most cats moved quickly out of the way, but little Wolfkit was not at all paying attention. He'd just found a slug to watch as it slid slowly up a plant stalk. Only when the landslide was horribly close did he look up. At that point, he was too terrified to move. A CherryClan warrior leapt out of nowhere and snatched up the kit, sprinting as swiftly as he could for safe ground. He'd reached a boulder and threw Wolfkit up. Before he had the opportunity to leap up himself, though, the falling land rammed into him, sweeping him away. After over an hour of digging, they found his body, broken and cold. His name was Hazefur, a highly respected senior warrior. Wolfkit was horrified and quieted. He didn't speak a word for nearly a moon. From then on, he'd be a very quiet cat.

At long last, they reached the new forest. It was a beautiful place, full of food and dry places to sleep. Only days after TealClan settled into their home, Wolfkit became Wolfpaw. His mentor was Nightrain, a loud, comical tom who was much more suited for Wolfpaw's brother Cloudpaw. When they went out training with Lostmoon, Cloudpaw's mentor, Wolfpaw and Lostmoon were quiet while Cloudpaw and Nightrain bounced noisily about.

At a little over thirteen moons old, another tragedy occured around Wolfpaw. He was out alone in the forest when a fox wandered into TealClan's territory. His nose only full of the fresh-kill he was carrying, Wolfpaw didn't scent the creature until he was right near him. He dropped his prey and leaped for a tree to climb. His paw was caught by the fox. The apprentice clung to the tree, trying to pull away, but unable. Just as his claws lost their grip, another cat flew out of nowhere and knocked the fox away from him. It was a fellow TealClanner, a tortoiseshell she-cat named Poppytail. She held the fox off as Wolfpaw climbed up into the tree, safe from danger. His yowls had called a patrol to their aid, but not before Poppytail was injured beyond help. She died quickly. If he had begun to grow out of his quietness, the process was reversed on Wolfpaw. Once again, he didn't speak for a period of time.

From the time he was a small kit, Wolfstep has had a crush on one particular she-cat. She was made his father's apprentice about the time he was born. When he was very little, she used to play games with him and his siblings. Even since he was four or five moons old, Wolf had a crush on her. She was made a warrior at about the same time he became an apprentice. From then on, their relationship became awkward. He had trouble saying anything to her without freezing up or ducking away shyly. As he's grown, his feelings for her have increased. Since he became a warrior, he's slowly been working himself up to telling her how he feels.

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Roleplay Example: n/a.

[starclan]

accepted as warrior of tealclan.