Post by ever on Dec 8, 2017 23:09:48 GMT -5
otternose  basics name • otterkit -- otterpaw -- otternose age • 50 moons gender • male sexuality • pansexual clan • riverclan rank • medicine cat appearance allegiance • solid brown tabby tom with green eyes. full • There is not an ounce of menace in Otternose's body. He is a long, lanky tom with overlarge paws and a tail that never stops twitching. He often looks smaller than he is, as he spends a great deal of time rolling around on his back, or tumbling nose-over-paws through the leaves. He has a delicate, wedge-shaped head with dark tabby markings, and luminous green eyes. His pelt is short and thick and solid brown, fading to cream over his soft belly. Otternose is not a very muscular cat. He is swift, and sleek, built narrow for speed and agility. He prefers running and climbing to fighting. He has one dramatic nick in his left ear-- not from fighting, but from tumbling all the way down the river bank and catching it on a stick, when he was an apprentice. personality Positives + Cheerful: Otternose is a boundless well of glee and energy. He is notoriously playful, making games of fallen leaves and drifting seeds, chasing dragonflies. He is far too old to live life like a kit, but Otternose has no plans to grow up. Life is a whole lot more fun, when every cat he meets is a potential friend. A chatty soul, he is ready and willing to strike up a conversation with any cat he meets. It doesn't matter what Clan they come from. He thrives at Gatherings, swapping stories with warriors and apprentices alike. He makes a point to diffuse tense situations with all sorts of silly antics. Otternose is not afraid to make a fool of himself, to get a laugh out of someone. + Loyal: In all the world, the only things that really matter are Otternose's clanmates. Keeping them safe, healthy, gives him purpose, and there is nothing Otternose would not do to protect them. He can be fearless, for them. He can be merciless, for them. At least, he likes to think he can. The way his bones rattle whenever fighting breaks out, he feels useless, a coward, but deep beneath he has vowed to himself that he will protect his Clan. No matter what it takes. + Kind: Otternose cannot stand to see anyone suffer. He feels others' pain as though it is own, aching in his heart, so intense it is almost physical. The troubles of others are his troubles, and they will weigh on his mind, looming ever larger and never going away until he does something to solve them. The idea that there is ever nothing he can do is as terrifying as it is discouraging, and Otternose is never one to give up on any cat. He frequently has to remind himself that his help may not be welcomed by cats outside of RiverClan, particularly when another cat's problems do not actually affect RiverClan. Negatives - Anxious: Jumpy and insecure, Otternose goes through life constantly worried about what his clanmates think of him. He tries-- harder, and harder, at everything he does, sometimes so hard he wears himself thin fretting, but it is never enough for him. Otternose is never good enough. He is never done, because whatever he has done isn't perfect. HIs fears drive him constantly to be better, to work harder, but they sap his strength. He will lie awake deep into the night mulling over problems that one cat has no hope of tackling. More than anything, Otternose wants to please every cat he meets. That is an impossible thing, of course, but he wants it still. - Restless: Otternose never sits still. He bounces from one fascination to the next, utterly focused on a new game or a good conversation until something else bright, colorful, small goes darting past. Often, if he must sit still for an extended period of time he will wind up flopping on his side, twisting onto his back, getting up and pacing just to keep his paws moving. He is a horror to share a nest with. He will twist and turn and shove at his bedding for hours before sleep finally comes for him. - Clumsy: As a kit, Otternose seemed to spend more time lying sprawled in the dirt than actually on his paws. If his siblings bolted through a pile of leaves with no trouble, he would inevitably fall on his face. He had more torn claws and twisted paws than any of his denmates, and it hasn't really gotten better. These days, Otternose can hold a crouch and run in a straight line without landing face-first in the mud, but that is about it. It happens because Otternose's mind is ever five steps ahead of the rest of him. He will take off running without looking where he is going, simply because he has somewhere to be. He will leap at a tree, eager to get to the birds nesting in the top branches, without realizing that the bottom of the trunk has been scraped bare of bark. If he could just stop and think, Otternose might be able to move through life without hurting himself, but he lives at a break-neck pace. That's how he likes it. Etc. = Otternose likes to leap and roll around in piles of fallen leaves. He would count this high among his favorite activities, closely following a brisk morning swim and just above running about in the rain. = He cannot stand birds. There's not nearly enough meat to make plucking all those feathers worth it, and anyway, woodland prey tastes oddly like leaf mold. He prefers the freshness of fish. = Befriending Otternose can be dangerous-- not because he is a threat, but because any cat who attempts it will soon discover that they cannot get rid of him. He is friendly to a fault, and prone to very enthusiastic cuddling, and bursting cheerfully into casual conversations. relationships mother • Redbrook, female, senior warrior father • Briarbelly, male, elder sibling(s) • Ploverwing, female, warrior mate(s) • Lichenfoot, male, warrior history Redbrook and Briarbelly were both hot-blooded, impulsive, and still very young, when they fell in love. They were apprentices together, ever at odds. They bickered, and they sparred, each eager to be the strongest of the two. Redbrook dreamed of leading RiverClan. She wanted to be admired for generations, by every cat who knew her. Briarbelly wanted to be feared, in a bumbling, heroic way that Redbrook found thoroughly irritating. A jealous creature, she did everything she could to knock him off his pedestal. Briarbelly, in return, tried to smear her reputation. They spent their apprenticeship in a constant mess of bad pranks and arguments. Things barely improved, when the two earned their warrior names. Like twin fires, they built each other hotter and hotter. Though they challenged one another to be better than their best, they were too competitive, too aggressive. Their relationship was more fascination than friendship. Five moons after they earned their warrior names they were "in love." Twelve moons after they earned their warrior names, they hated eachother again. That was, unfortunately, too late. At twenty-five moons, Redbrook discovered that she was pregnant. Otterkit was born in the waning moons of Newleaf, when the air was warm and prey plentiful. He was one of three-- bold Ploverkit, affectionate Lichenkit, and the tumbling, excitable mess that was Otterkit. They were a handful from the start, each of them more eager than the last to get into trouble, and Redbrook took little interest in mothering her kits. As soon as the three kits could survive without her constant attentions, she disappeared. She would return to the nursery only to sleep, leaving her kits in the care of other, more dedicated queens. Briarbelly made a more attentive parent, if overbearing. When Redbrook left each morning, if Briarbelly had no other duties to tend to, he appeared outside the nursery to call his children out to play. The big warrior's idea of "play" was somewhat different from Otterkit's. While Otterkit preferred to chase his sibling's tails or play in piles of leaves, Briarbelly expected them all to grow into powerful warriors. He would pit the kits against one another, and Otterkit spent most of the game running away in a panic. Or rather running away, tumbling over his own paws and sending all three kits sprawling in a heap of tangled fur. More often than not it was Otterkit who was injured in the commotion-- a battered nose, a torn claw, a crushed paw, rarely anything more serious than a scratch or a bruise. Otterkit yowled his pain, and his father rolled his eyes and took the squalling kit to the medicine den to reaffirm that he was not, in fact, dying. In time, Otterkit became fond of the medicine den for other reasons. He found the spicy scent of herbs intoxicating, and it clung to everything there, even Spottedwing herself. Purely by virtue of familiarity, Otterkit began to learn the names and uses of Spottedwing's most common remedies. He would wander down to visit her, drill her with questions while she busily treated other RiverClan cats. Otterkit made an absolute nuisance of himself, but his fascination would not be soothed. Briarbelly eventually gave up trying to entice Otterkit to the life of a warrior. He went on teaching Ploverkit and Lichenkit, while Otterkit immersed himself in a seemingly never-ending list of new herbs. When the kits were at last six moons of age, his siblings were assigned to honorable warriors. Otterkit, on the other hand, became Spottedwing's apprentice. He was too young, then, to understand the gravity of his new position. He took to it with breathtaking enthusiasm, bounding along at Spottedwing's side while she introduced him to the herbs and berries which grew all across RiverClan's territories. He never stopped hounding her with questions. Not for ten, fifteen, twenty moons, as Spottedwing grew older, long past the day that Otternose earned his new name. Even once Spottedwing retired to the elder's den, Otternose still turned to her for guidance. She was his teacher, his world, and he was thoroughly unprepared to find himself suddenly standing on his own. The end came suddenly. Age finally took Spottedwing, away to StarClan and just a little ways out of Otternose's reach. He does his best, calling always upon her lessons to guide him past every new injury, every disease. Spottedwing taught him well-- Otternose knows far more than he thinks, but he lacks the confidence of experience, and to this day must force himself to act with confidence, for his own benefit as much as his clanmates'. |
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