FLOODPAW -- ASPENCLAN

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM Floodpaw of the great AspenClan Age 6 moons Gender Tom Rank Apprentice How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS long and grey and my eyes are yellow-green Scars none (so far) Appearance Floodpaw has a rather average stature for a cat of his age. The tom has a medium build, with muscles that are still in the process of developing. His shoulders are broad and his stance is firm, both his paws and his head wide. The tom has a shorter tail than average, though with all the fluff descending from it, it's hard to tell exactly how long it is. His body is of a normal length, though his features are soft and kind instead of pointed and elegant. His nose is a steady shade of pink, and his eyes are a bright mixture of yellow and green. The tom's fur is a consistent shade of medium grey, the kind that you see in puddles or on storm clouds right before they break. It pretty much stays the same, though it lightens slightly on his muzzle and on his paws. His fur is also unusually long, making him look as though he has a mane. While it keeps him warm in the winter, it's a pain to keep dry, and during the warmer months, he boils in it. He's often torn being bathing in water to cool down and his extraordinary fear of water, so usually the apprentice stays quite warm in his long fur. 214 Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M friendly AND rash Personality There's a simple way to describe Floodpaw: naïve, friendly, and overly optimistic. Still young, the tom believes that everyone is kind and good, and so he trusts easily. He's also incredibly friendly, going out of his way to talk with others in the Clan and to get along with them. There's almost nothing that you can say which will bring him down. Floodpaw is always seeing the bright side of everything, quick to point out the silver lining on any cloud, even if his suggestions aren't always plausible. He's one of those on the “if at first you don't succeed, try again” bandwagon. Still, this comes with its faults. Floodpaw isn't stupid, and his thought process, if not the fastest one in the Clan, is thorough, but he's often reckless. He lets his heart lead him and will always leap to defend a friend, even if that lands both of them in danger. If he has an opinion, he's stubborn about it, and won't let any argument dissuade him, even if he's completely in the wrong. He often doesn't think before acting, so this lands him in all kind of trouble. He's soft and caring, even to cats from other Clans if he thinks that they're in trouble. He's all for border skirmishes, but his heartstrings are tugged by emotional trauma. 222 Preferences Likes: sunshine, hunting, exploring, she-cats, eating, goofing off. Dislikes: hard work, pessimistic cats, mean cats, the water (he's deathly scared of it, despite his name) Secret Ambitions to be liked by everyone in the Clan and to be the best hunter. Strengths/Weaknesses Strengths: Hunting, making friends, going by his instincts. Weaknesses: Critical thinking, keeping his head in check, he's naive. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Fogstorm AND Mintpool Family Fogstorm - father Mintpool - mother Greykit - sister History Floodpaw has lived a fairly ordinary life so far. His parents are two ordinary Clan cats, nothing special, but nothing to be ashamed of, either. He grew up closer to his mother than his father, as is natural for most Clan kits. He also shared a deeper bond with her than usual, since his sister Greykit died of sickness barely a moon after her birth. Floodkit woke up one day to find that his sister, whom he had been sleeping beside in the night, could no longer breath. After her death, he and his mother Mintpool became unusually close. Yet when he had received his apprentice name, his mother had begun to drift away from him. Floodpaw hadn't been offended, but it had been an odd feeling, and not one that he particularly liked. The grey tom made up for it by making friends with others in the Clan, cracking jokes and being an all-around goof. He tries to give off a light exterior, and for the most part he truly means it, but someday he wants to become the best hunter in the Clan, just to see what his mother would say. He figures that Mintpool broke off their special connection in order to make him stronger, but he doesn't know for sure, and would like to find out. 220 Sample RP His flanks stung from where Adderfoot’s claws had grazed them. Some blood seeped out into the water around him, but the cold river numbed the pain, and Redpaw knew the bleeding would stop soon. He would have instantly traded some gashes on his side in order to be saved from this. The small tortoiseshell tom flailed in the water, determined not to give up. He could see the surface far above him, the sunlight playing gently on it, as if taunting him. Redpaw stretched a forepaw up, but it didn’t touch the top of the water. His lungs felt like they being squeezed, but he knew he couldn’t breathe. Desperately, the tom twisted his head and bit himself sharply on the shoulder. Blood seeped into his ginger fur, and pain lanced through him, giving him new strength. With a surge of energy, Redpaw pushed the water down with all his might and felt himself flowing up to the top. When his head burst above the water, all he could hear was the roaring of the river, filling his ears with a deep rushing sound. He took in deep breaths of air, not knowing when he would get another chance. His legs churned underneath him as he used all of his strength to stay afloat. Spray was filling his mouth and his nose and he found himself gulping down water. A tiny flicker of hope alighted in the tom when he saw Adderfoot bounding down the shore towards him. He tried to swim towards his mentor, but the current was picking him up and pulling him even more sharply in the other direction. Redpaw watched as the brown tom made his way down the shore, tearing through the grass and sand as fast as his paws would let him. Redpaw pricked his ears. Adderfoot was catching up! Adderfoot was going to make it! His flicker of hope expanded until it coursed through it, replenishing the energy in his aching legs. He pushed towards the bank, confident that he could reach his mentor in time, even though the current was puling him back. Crack. With a sickening noise, he felt his back hit something. A rock. It was the only coherent thought the tom had formed since he had fallen into the river. His back was too numb and he couldn’t feel the pain, but the force of it sent Redpaw’s head back into the river. The tom didn’t struggle. The cold water was so peaceful. With his ears under, he could no longer hear the roaring of the river. Everything seemed to fade. He saw only blue water in front of him, stretching out as far as his eyes could see. It disappeared to blackness underneath him. A fish swam by, and Redpaw reached out a paw, but it flicked its tail and swished away. He watched as the sunlight from above played on its scales. It was so warm now. Before, it had been so cold, but that frigidness had slowly eased into warmth. Redpaw was becoming comfortable, floating there under the surface of the water. The sunlight at the top looked so pretty, and for a moment he felt just like a fish. He flicked his tail, but was unable to swim away. He was suspended there, the light above getting further and further away. Redpaw blinked wearily. His legs, which had stopped churning, felt heavy. The tom was lethargic; he couldn’t move and didn’t see the need. The water was so warm and his limbs were so tired – he might as well just go to sleep right there. As his eyes were closing, a flash of movement from above caught his eye. Redpaw opened his green eyes, looking up at the water above him. Adderfoot was there, churning the water with strong paws as he swam down towards him. The brown tom was saying something that Redpaw couldn’t make out. Leave me alone, he wanted to say. I’m tired and I just want to sleep. But as the tom drew closer, Redpaw could see that his face was a mask of horror. Why was Adderfoot even down here if he was so afraid? Maybe he just couldn’t understand the peace that Redpaw was feeling. The peace of StarClan. StarClan. What am I doing? His eyes blinked open. Redpaw kicked out desperately, his paws connecting with the sand beneath him. The tom paused for a moment and allowed himself to go down even further, and then he kicked off from the riverbed, aiming himself at the dark brown tabby. The water caught in his fur and slowed his way, and so Redpaw only made it up to Adderfoot’s belly. He flipped himself over so that Adderfoot could use his scruff. Hs lungs felt like they were about to burst, and he could only hope that Adderfoot was strong enough to carry both of them out. You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me

[Juniper]

Accepted!