Post by Twigtail on Jul 6, 2008 9:13:16 GMT -5
Name: Beetlewing
AKA: Beets
Gender: Tom
Age: 48 moons
Clan: IvoryClan
Rank: Warrior
Build:
The body structure of Beetlewing suggests that, if he worked hard, he could have a very stocky body. His legs are set far apart, as if allowing room for muscle, only this muscle is nonexistent. His face is wide in bone structure, but with neither muscle nor fat to bulk it up. What muscle this warrior has is lean, but it looks awkward on his gawky body.
Fur:
Beetlewing’s fur is short, thick, and blue-gray in color, though in direct light it takes on a silvery tinge.
Eyes:
Having huge, owl-like orange eyes, Beetlewing’s bright orbs seem childish for his age. Very, very slightly, these eyes point in opposite directions if the tom looks straight at something.
Fighting:
Beetlewing outright refuses to do any fighting. The few pathetic attempts he’s made weren’t worth the effort of trying to improve. He’d much rather run away and hide, or just give in if he’s overpowered. The tom is shockingly weak, despite his somewhat-formed musculature, but, to make up for that, he’s flexible and fast, though he uses these two aspects only for escape.
Personality:
An introverted character, Beetlewing may have lived his whole life in the Clan but has yet to learn the names of all its members. He does his best to avoid unnecessary social contact, and thus is pretty much out of the loop with everything that goes on around him. Reality is, he’s pretty leery of becoming close to any cat, shying away from conflict, speaking only when spoken to, and doing what he’s told just to avoid trouble. See, he hates drama, preferring a simplistic, quiet life, of course with the comforts of the Clan.
However, Beetlewing is jumpy, nervous, and likes to hide at the first sign of trouble, instead of trying to quiet it. He would rather hope things work out for themselves than do anything to help, because he doesn’t like it when another cat’s anger is directed on him. Shy and cowardly are words that fit this blue-gray cat to a T. He will go out of his way to not draw attention to himself, mostly out of his fear of other cats. But come to think of it, he’s also afraid of larger animals, fire, rats, heights, and the dark. That said, about the only two things he’s not afraid of are enclosed spaces (so long as he can see in them) and water. Oh, and let’s not forget insects and other small creatures of the like.
Still, the tom is exceedingly gentle with other cats, and though this is usually out of spinelessness, Beetlewing will sometimes do something shockingly kind for another cat for no reason. In his world filled with constant terror, his only joy is seeing the joy in other cats, since he doesn’t have much joy for himself (he basically hates himself for the pathetic coward he is, but won’t do anything about it). Still, he is oddly terrified of being caught in an act of random kindness. He prefers to do his work in secret, but just thinking that he’s made another cat happy satisfies him.
Hobby:
Beetlewing likes to go off by himself, particularly into the forest, and watch bugs. Yes, that’s right, he observes ants, follows spiders around in genuine interest, and wonders how termites break down wood so quickly. Also, he is very interested in healing herbs, due to his spending so much time in the medicine cat den in his youth, not to mention other plants, and is sincerely curious about these things, as well. As far as humanity is concerned, they could compare him to something of a feline etymologist and botanist.
History:
Beetlekit was of the last litter of a very old warrior queen. His father had already retired as an elder when the blue-gray tom was born, with one brother. Beetlekit was a runt, comparatively; both mother and father were large cats, and his brother quickly grew to almost twice his size. But as if being a runt wasn’t insult enough to the family name, the little tom was also very sickly. If there was a cold in the camp, he’d be the first to catch it. That said, he spent more time in the medicine cat’s den, it seemed, than the nursery, and there, he found a passionate curiosity for these miracle-working plants, and grew even more curious about other little things, marveling at the lucrative powers that these may hold.
As the apprentice Beetlepaw, he barely made a big point of anything, except for not fighting. He was terrified the first time his mentor came barreling at him, so the blue-gray tom turned tail and hid up in a tree. Likewise, any attacks he made were half-hearted, so his mentor gave up on him. Beetlepaw was an apprentice much longer than most, but eventually he became such a prolific hunter that he had to graduate.
And it was only in hunting that Beetlewing ever benefited the Clan. There was a time, when the medicine cat apprentice position was open, that he considered transferring to that field, but he was so hesitant for so long that the position was taken and Beetlewing never approached the subject again. So now he hunts quietly and goes off into the forest to spend time with his bugs. No cat really knows about his secret interests, because he never really shares it.
To Pass: Rubish cow
Picture:
AKA: Beets
Gender: Tom
Age: 48 moons
Clan: IvoryClan
Rank: Warrior
Build:
The body structure of Beetlewing suggests that, if he worked hard, he could have a very stocky body. His legs are set far apart, as if allowing room for muscle, only this muscle is nonexistent. His face is wide in bone structure, but with neither muscle nor fat to bulk it up. What muscle this warrior has is lean, but it looks awkward on his gawky body.
Fur:
Beetlewing’s fur is short, thick, and blue-gray in color, though in direct light it takes on a silvery tinge.
Eyes:
Having huge, owl-like orange eyes, Beetlewing’s bright orbs seem childish for his age. Very, very slightly, these eyes point in opposite directions if the tom looks straight at something.
Fighting:
Beetlewing outright refuses to do any fighting. The few pathetic attempts he’s made weren’t worth the effort of trying to improve. He’d much rather run away and hide, or just give in if he’s overpowered. The tom is shockingly weak, despite his somewhat-formed musculature, but, to make up for that, he’s flexible and fast, though he uses these two aspects only for escape.
Personality:
An introverted character, Beetlewing may have lived his whole life in the Clan but has yet to learn the names of all its members. He does his best to avoid unnecessary social contact, and thus is pretty much out of the loop with everything that goes on around him. Reality is, he’s pretty leery of becoming close to any cat, shying away from conflict, speaking only when spoken to, and doing what he’s told just to avoid trouble. See, he hates drama, preferring a simplistic, quiet life, of course with the comforts of the Clan.
However, Beetlewing is jumpy, nervous, and likes to hide at the first sign of trouble, instead of trying to quiet it. He would rather hope things work out for themselves than do anything to help, because he doesn’t like it when another cat’s anger is directed on him. Shy and cowardly are words that fit this blue-gray cat to a T. He will go out of his way to not draw attention to himself, mostly out of his fear of other cats. But come to think of it, he’s also afraid of larger animals, fire, rats, heights, and the dark. That said, about the only two things he’s not afraid of are enclosed spaces (so long as he can see in them) and water. Oh, and let’s not forget insects and other small creatures of the like.
Still, the tom is exceedingly gentle with other cats, and though this is usually out of spinelessness, Beetlewing will sometimes do something shockingly kind for another cat for no reason. In his world filled with constant terror, his only joy is seeing the joy in other cats, since he doesn’t have much joy for himself (he basically hates himself for the pathetic coward he is, but won’t do anything about it). Still, he is oddly terrified of being caught in an act of random kindness. He prefers to do his work in secret, but just thinking that he’s made another cat happy satisfies him.
Hobby:
Beetlewing likes to go off by himself, particularly into the forest, and watch bugs. Yes, that’s right, he observes ants, follows spiders around in genuine interest, and wonders how termites break down wood so quickly. Also, he is very interested in healing herbs, due to his spending so much time in the medicine cat den in his youth, not to mention other plants, and is sincerely curious about these things, as well. As far as humanity is concerned, they could compare him to something of a feline etymologist and botanist.
History:
Beetlekit was of the last litter of a very old warrior queen. His father had already retired as an elder when the blue-gray tom was born, with one brother. Beetlekit was a runt, comparatively; both mother and father were large cats, and his brother quickly grew to almost twice his size. But as if being a runt wasn’t insult enough to the family name, the little tom was also very sickly. If there was a cold in the camp, he’d be the first to catch it. That said, he spent more time in the medicine cat’s den, it seemed, than the nursery, and there, he found a passionate curiosity for these miracle-working plants, and grew even more curious about other little things, marveling at the lucrative powers that these may hold.
As the apprentice Beetlepaw, he barely made a big point of anything, except for not fighting. He was terrified the first time his mentor came barreling at him, so the blue-gray tom turned tail and hid up in a tree. Likewise, any attacks he made were half-hearted, so his mentor gave up on him. Beetlepaw was an apprentice much longer than most, but eventually he became such a prolific hunter that he had to graduate.
And it was only in hunting that Beetlewing ever benefited the Clan. There was a time, when the medicine cat apprentice position was open, that he considered transferring to that field, but he was so hesitant for so long that the position was taken and Beetlewing never approached the subject again. So now he hunts quietly and goes off into the forest to spend time with his bugs. No cat really knows about his secret interests, because he never really shares it.
To Pass: Rubish cow
Picture:
Empty spaces with shadows hit by streetlights
Warnings signs and weight of tired conversations
In the absence of a shoulder, in the abscess of a thief
On the brink of this destruction, on the eve of bittersweet
Now all the demons look like prophets and I'm living out
Every word they speak. Every word they speak!
“Work” - Jars of Clay
Warnings signs and weight of tired conversations
In the absence of a shoulder, in the abscess of a thief
On the brink of this destruction, on the eve of bittersweet
Now all the demons look like prophets and I'm living out
Every word they speak. Every word they speak!
“Work” - Jars of Clay
