Ottermask - 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 Ottermask of the great AspenClan Age 15 Moons Gender She-cat Rank Warrior How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS Chocolate Brown and my eyes are Dull Yellow Scars None yet Appearance The she-cat was rather slender, muscles rippling beneath her dark chocolate pelt as long limbs carried her with an air of grace, while her paws seemed rather small in comparison to her long body. Large round ears were always pricked towards any sounds, while dark chocolate colored nose blended in well with the rest of her pelt. The long chocolate hued tail seemed longer than most, able to curl around her paws and nearly touch the base of her tail on the other side of her. Her eyes were a bright yellow hue, like the color of a waxed moon. While she appeared thin and almost breakable the she-cat had well toned muscles beneath her pelt, although unlike some of her clanmates that preferred to hunt in both land and water she preferred to stay beside her constant love, water. Her muscles were more adapt to that, rather than the hard earth that required muscle action she was not as ready for. This did not hinder her fighting, the she-cat had trained diligently, she prided herself on being swift-footed in a battle, however rarely she used it. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M Shy AND Quiet Personality She was a rather cautious creature. She never enjoyed getting into trouble, always trying to be the voice of reason. When she did get in trouble, it was simply to follow the other apprentices, wanting to be as popular as they were. Ottermask had longed to be the apprentice others would flock to to share tongues with and eat prey beside, instead of being the follower. Yet she never was, at first known as a spoiled brat she had instead of remaining that, she became the introverted and shy apprentice with few friends and even fewer she was closer to. It was difficult for the she-cat to gain true friends, her shy and quiet nature seemed to deter others from taking the real time to get to know her, or so she thought. Perhaps it was her own stand-offish ness that kept her from getting to know others and in turn they get to know her. She was also a rather jealous she-cat, particularly over cats, mostly she-cats with coats of many colors. She found her own rather dull and boring, never a topic of conversation, never something that drew the attention of others. She envied the she-cats with pelts of multiple colors, the tortoiseshells, speckled ones, and brindles. Every color but her own dull was more interesting, or so she thought even those other than the solid brown were fascinating, the oranges, whites, and blacks. It took a lot to anger the warrior, not wanting confrontation, but once she was angered the she-cat would fight tooth and claw without thinking twice, which could easily get her into trouble. The warrior was rather shy around toms, feeling it necessary for her to be a flirt of sorts in order to get attention and one day a mate. At times she was rather tongue tied around toms, and others she was more of a flirt than necessary, unable to find that balance. Preferences *Likes -Running -Wind -Water -Swimming -Toms -Kits -The moon, especially when it is full. *Dislikes -Confrontation -Battles -Fire -Twolegs -Badgers, Wolves, Foxes, ect. Secret Ambitions To become a mother and find real love. Strengths/Weaknesses *Strengths -Thoughtfulness -Swiftness -Hunting skills -Swimming *Weakness -Quiet -Loner within her clan -Few good friends -Spends more time alone than with her clan How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Applefur AND Buzzardclaw Family -Applefur - Queen - Deceased -Buzzardclaw - Warrior - Deceased Event that Lead to being a Warrior Otterpaw had been on patrol with her mentor Skyfur when they scented fox, the she-cat knew she was ready for a final assessment, but she had not planned on it being this. Following her mentors instructions she and the rest of the patrol followed the scent to its nest, yowling they called the fox out. Ottermask had scented foxes before, yet never seen one. The bright orange fur, frothing muzzle and haunting yellow gaze bore into her as she shook off her fear, arching her back and spitting a threat. Following her clanmates she launched in, maneuvering with strategy any mentor would be proud of as she and the rest of the patrol drove the fox off into other territories. History Born into Aspenclan as a single kit, she grew being the only kit in the nursery for sometime, spoiled by her mother and many. She had thought herself quite special, and adored the attention, until the other litter came along and the attention shifted from her to the smaller kits. Seeing this, had hurt her deeply, she felt alone and unwanted until her apprentice ceremony, when she was given her apprentice name Otterpaw and her mentor. Even as she watched cats from the second she took a nest in the apprentice den she noticed she-cats and toms in love. So Otterpaw vowed to fall in love, to find that tom she would have a connection with and have kits with she could adore as she once was. Otterpaw always trained hard, wanting her warrior name and the extra responsibilities that came with being a warrior. The apprentice wanted to meet with other clans more, go to gatherings more to meet other cats. Her warrior name finally came, in the form of Ottermask. She relished the opportunities to prove more to her clan, to find that tom her mother never could. Sample RP Crouching low the she-cat looked towards the sun, ensuring it would not cast her shadow over the water before her paws. The last thing she needed was to embarrass herself by missing fish because she allowed the sun to ruin it. The first thing a new apprentice was taught was to never allow the sun to cast a shadow over the water, alerting the fish to your presence. Sighing she began waiting patiently. Fishing was a game, a game of patience and she would win this game. Spying a good size fish the chocolate hued apprentice extended her claws flashing her paw into the stream flicking the fish out with expert practice as it flopped onto the grass near the bank beside her. Grinning Otterpaw stepped towards the prey, thanking Starclan before she delivered a quick killing blow not wanting the creature to suffer. Picking the creature up by the tail between her jaws she began trotting back to camp. Once she reached the camp she stepped towards the fresh-kill pile dropping her prey and looking around spotting some of the other apprentices. Otterpaw remained where she was not approaching the others, she wanted to be like them: social, popular and liked but she felt like she was intruding or trying to be the boss whenever she was around them so the apprentice remained seated knowing she would never find a tom to love her if she continued to sit there like a scared kit before a fox. Sighing she rose, determination trying to flood through her as she began walking towards the others.

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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

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[Juniper]

Accepted!