Post by LADY CATAPULT on Sept 2, 2013 9:42:01 GMT
Willowgrace
THE PREFIX 'WILLOW' REPRESENTS LIGHT GRAY FUR
THE SUFFIX 'GRACE' REPRESENTS SWIFTNESS AND AGILITY
THE SUFFIX 'GRACE' REPRESENTS SWIFTNESS AND AGILITY
DESCRIPTION
As if compensating for his less-than-attractive personality, Willowgrace's physical make-up is a universal package of unmistakable excellence. Where his brother's body promotes speed and lacks strength, Willowgrace is a perfect compromise between both. He isn't as thin and lanky as Spiderleg and his build is far less delicate and fragile. His bone structure is thicker and stronger and adorned with a fair amount of wiry muscle, rippling beneath a short, thick pelt (light gray in color, striped with a darker hue). His body itself is not as long as his littermate's but just as tall; broader and actually filled out, creating a strong and capable appearance rather than disproportional twiggy-ness. He is just as balance-oriented, nimble, and stealthy as his brother, but where Spiderleg lacks strength, Willowgrace is notably powerful.
Although his body and build is what any mother would find ideal for their kittens, it is Willowgrace's facial structure that really speaks of his healthy genes and appearance. A set of symmetrical and strong features fits perfectly within a well-shaped and angular face. High, defined cheekbones and a firm, prominent jaw tastefully frames two pools of beautiful, green, themselves ringed (and hence starkly contrasted) by an outline of accenting white. However, and perhaps the only off-setting thing about Willowgrace's exterior, is the frigid touch to his (otherwise gorgeous) optics. Where Spiderleg's eyes are kind, soft, and often swimming with laughter, Willowgrace's are remarked to be a great deal colder, with a piercing quality that can disarm any clanmate who considers friendly conversation. But the deep, richly-colored orbs are windows nonetheless; emotion riddles and shimmers in the depths. Try as he may to desperately mask his emotions, the tom's gaze often betrays him and his true feelings.
In short, Willowgrace is an undeniably attractive cat and, while he is quite aware of the fact, he is (surprisingly) far from vain or conceited. In fact, the RockClan warrior almost dislikes his appearance. He feels gilded — as if his healthy appearance hides the unlikable, crabby tom within. It's not fair, really, that his good looks attract she-cats, because they simply don't deserve the harmful deflections he'll dish out to disarm their interest. It would be so much easier if he was saddled with a deformity, covered in scars, or just plain hideous — that would better reflect who he is internally (at least how he thinks of himself) and most cats would avoid him, which would save both parties from inevitable pain.
Although his body and build is what any mother would find ideal for their kittens, it is Willowgrace's facial structure that really speaks of his healthy genes and appearance. A set of symmetrical and strong features fits perfectly within a well-shaped and angular face. High, defined cheekbones and a firm, prominent jaw tastefully frames two pools of beautiful, green, themselves ringed (and hence starkly contrasted) by an outline of accenting white. However, and perhaps the only off-setting thing about Willowgrace's exterior, is the frigid touch to his (otherwise gorgeous) optics. Where Spiderleg's eyes are kind, soft, and often swimming with laughter, Willowgrace's are remarked to be a great deal colder, with a piercing quality that can disarm any clanmate who considers friendly conversation. But the deep, richly-colored orbs are windows nonetheless; emotion riddles and shimmers in the depths. Try as he may to desperately mask his emotions, the tom's gaze often betrays him and his true feelings.
In short, Willowgrace is an undeniably attractive cat and, while he is quite aware of the fact, he is (surprisingly) far from vain or conceited. In fact, the RockClan warrior almost dislikes his appearance. He feels gilded — as if his healthy appearance hides the unlikable, crabby tom within. It's not fair, really, that his good looks attract she-cats, because they simply don't deserve the harmful deflections he'll dish out to disarm their interest. It would be so much easier if he was saddled with a deformity, covered in scars, or just plain hideous — that would better reflect who he is internally (at least how he thinks of himself) and most cats would avoid him, which would save both parties from inevitable pain.
PERSONALITY
Willowgrace is a young, irritable tom most noted for his short, impulsive temper. As far as face value goes, he seems a cynical, sharp-tongued character with an abrasive personality; a constantly combative, extremely cross, foxheart. Easily provoked and defensive, he is infamous for the frequent snap and rage-filled explosion. While anything malicious he says is usually a defense mechanism, hardly ever heart-felt, or weighted with meaning, it is a common occurrence that he lashes out at those close to him. Any one in his vicinity, deserving or not, at the drop of a dime, is fair game (and can usually expect) stinging retorts, harsh insults, and general unfriendliness.
However, Willowgrace is hardly the massive jerk he makes himself out to be. Usually, half the things that he says — all the unjust nastiness and merciless jabs — aren't things that he actually thinks or means. The truth is, it's a simple front; a defense mechanism — he hides in and cloaks himself in anger as protection. Fury is the only emotion that he can honestly claim to fully understand, and anything else is daunting. All other emotion is so scary and intimidating that he'd just... to be frank... rather not face them at all. Most feelings are almost foreign to him, and when something like warmth or affection begins to crop up, he tends to internally panic. And in this panic, an instinctive piece of his being releases a string of hurtful remarks; repelling words that'll deflect any cat that may grow close to him and cause such unfamiliar emotion. His rage is linked to insecurity and fear; it protects him from being hurt in the long run. In the words of his littermate, Spiderleg, "He's afraid of everything he doesn't understand. Anger is a safe place for him. All other emotion is threatening. He has to protect himself, even if his idea of avoiding pain devoids him of enjoying some of the most rewarding feelings life has to offer. He's always been that way. But, before you know it, you suddenly understand that somewhere in him, beneath the insults... tucked behind the angry yells... there is love. So much love. He's just... afraid of it."
Spiderleg is, quite possibly, the only cat capable of figuring Willowgrace out. In fact, his littermate understands him better than even he can understand himself. Willowgrace loves his brother immensely and unconditionally, and also feels he must protect Spiderleg from everything (having done so since they were kittens). The happy, energetic tom is the single most important feline in Willowgrace's life. He's determined to protect him in all ways — emotionally, mentally, and physically. He would go to any distance, to the ends of the earth and back, if it involved Spiderleg's well-being. When the tom rushes into some situation or another, Willowgrace holds him back and reminds him (usually harshly) to think (most times to no avail). He has to look out for his littermate, as the nauseatingly-joyous tom seems hardly more than a defenseless little twig. In return, Spiderleg never hesitates to keep Willowgrace's temper in check and reprimand him when he has been too harsh. The two cats are very, very close, and if one were to go down and out, the other wouldn't be far behind. If you fight one, you fight the other (though Willowgrace would be doing most of this fighting while Spiderleg cowers).
So, this noted, one would take Spiderleg's advice and never blindly believe Willowgrace's words, especially when trying to gather what he really thinks of or wants from you. He might seem the most miserable cat in camp when you approach him... despite being genuinely happy to see you. He might call you the most nerve-fraying piece of foxdung that he has ever met, when in truth, he thinks of you as pretty good company. He might yell at you to leave him alone, the precise moment he would like nothing more than for you to stay. He has a tendency to push cats away when he needs them most — the more vulnerable he is internally, the more violent he is externally. Put simply, there is more to Willowgrace than the prickly and aggressive front that he often dons. In fact, on his better days, the young tom can actually be unexpectedly pleasant. When he's not in a snappy mood — which is, admittedly, not often enough— he is usually slow to anger (though still easily annoyed) and even capable of warmth. In these rare moments, he can be kind and polite, though always detached and wary.
Even if he isn't open with them, he is capable of and has affections. In fact, while it may often appears that Willowgrace would rather avoid companionship altogether (as he often seems bent on repelling those around him), he is grateful for those who can tolerate his difficult (and usually downright unpleasant) presence. As a friend, he is loyal and protective, as well as slightly possessive. He defends those he cares about and values them, even if it isn't always apparent. He'd fight any battle for those he loves, even if it's more than obvious the odds are stacked against him. Even if it's a fight he could never hope to win.
However, Willowgrace is hardly the massive jerk he makes himself out to be. Usually, half the things that he says — all the unjust nastiness and merciless jabs — aren't things that he actually thinks or means. The truth is, it's a simple front; a defense mechanism — he hides in and cloaks himself in anger as protection. Fury is the only emotion that he can honestly claim to fully understand, and anything else is daunting. All other emotion is so scary and intimidating that he'd just... to be frank... rather not face them at all. Most feelings are almost foreign to him, and when something like warmth or affection begins to crop up, he tends to internally panic. And in this panic, an instinctive piece of his being releases a string of hurtful remarks; repelling words that'll deflect any cat that may grow close to him and cause such unfamiliar emotion. His rage is linked to insecurity and fear; it protects him from being hurt in the long run. In the words of his littermate, Spiderleg, "He's afraid of everything he doesn't understand. Anger is a safe place for him. All other emotion is threatening. He has to protect himself, even if his idea of avoiding pain devoids him of enjoying some of the most rewarding feelings life has to offer. He's always been that way. But, before you know it, you suddenly understand that somewhere in him, beneath the insults... tucked behind the angry yells... there is love. So much love. He's just... afraid of it."
Spiderleg is, quite possibly, the only cat capable of figuring Willowgrace out. In fact, his littermate understands him better than even he can understand himself. Willowgrace loves his brother immensely and unconditionally, and also feels he must protect Spiderleg from everything (having done so since they were kittens). The happy, energetic tom is the single most important feline in Willowgrace's life. He's determined to protect him in all ways — emotionally, mentally, and physically. He would go to any distance, to the ends of the earth and back, if it involved Spiderleg's well-being. When the tom rushes into some situation or another, Willowgrace holds him back and reminds him (usually harshly) to think (most times to no avail). He has to look out for his littermate, as the nauseatingly-joyous tom seems hardly more than a defenseless little twig. In return, Spiderleg never hesitates to keep Willowgrace's temper in check and reprimand him when he has been too harsh. The two cats are very, very close, and if one were to go down and out, the other wouldn't be far behind. If you fight one, you fight the other (though Willowgrace would be doing most of this fighting while Spiderleg cowers).
So, this noted, one would take Spiderleg's advice and never blindly believe Willowgrace's words, especially when trying to gather what he really thinks of or wants from you. He might seem the most miserable cat in camp when you approach him... despite being genuinely happy to see you. He might call you the most nerve-fraying piece of foxdung that he has ever met, when in truth, he thinks of you as pretty good company. He might yell at you to leave him alone, the precise moment he would like nothing more than for you to stay. He has a tendency to push cats away when he needs them most — the more vulnerable he is internally, the more violent he is externally. Put simply, there is more to Willowgrace than the prickly and aggressive front that he often dons. In fact, on his better days, the young tom can actually be unexpectedly pleasant. When he's not in a snappy mood — which is, admittedly, not often enough— he is usually slow to anger (though still easily annoyed) and even capable of warmth. In these rare moments, he can be kind and polite, though always detached and wary.
Even if he isn't open with them, he is capable of and has affections. In fact, while it may often appears that Willowgrace would rather avoid companionship altogether (as he often seems bent on repelling those around him), he is grateful for those who can tolerate his difficult (and usually downright unpleasant) presence. As a friend, he is loyal and protective, as well as slightly possessive. He defends those he cares about and values them, even if it isn't always apparent. He'd fight any battle for those he loves, even if it's more than obvious the odds are stacked against him. Even if it's a fight he could never hope to win.
HISTORY
Willowkit was born to a pair of full-blooded RockClan warriors, alongside littermates Mintkit and Spiderkit. As unruly as a litter of eager kittens could be, the three siblings were always sneaking out of camp and getting under the paws of other warriors. One night they stole away from their mother and fled from the RockClan camp, only to get lost in a series of tunnels not terribly far into the territory. It was there beneath the earth that their father, Nettleclaw, lost his life searching for his children. A tunnel collapsed him and his body lost to the family and clan.
His mate, Sloeheart, was absolutely distraught at the loss and came to blame their kittens for his death. From that point onward, whatever ties of filial love existed between the mother and her children was severed and she became utterly cold and abusive toward them. Willowkit offered himself to most of it in an attempt to protect his two siblings and the remainder of his moons in the nursery began to shape the gray-pelted feline into quite the bitter tom; a personality that he would grow well into by the time he earned his warrior name.
Things would be better when they were apprenticed, the kittens told each other. And when that day came, the day they were free of the nursery and their fox-hearted mother, all three of them were brimming with relief. That was until poor, unfortunate Mintpaw was given Sloeheart as a mentor; a promise of six more terrible moons to come. As soon as the celebratory cries fell from the lips of their clanmates, Mintpaw was trying desperately to convince her littermates to run away with her; a foolish notion she had brought up many times before. Willowpaw paid her no mind and channeled all his energy into training. Throughout their apprentice moons, Mintpaw was continually-abused and experienced harsh and terrible mood changes. Spiderpaw expressed concern to his brother, but Willowpaw stubbornly dismissed them as nothing.
Until one day the gray-furred tom woke up, and both Spiderpaw and Mintpaw were gone. Before sun-high and before the clan could even become too concerned, Spiderpaw was found — bloodied and beaten within an inch of his life on the ShadowClan border, where he had dragged himself after being mauled by a group of rogues; a band of gypsies that he and his sister had attempted to join. By Spiderpaw's account of events, Mintpaw was presumed to be dead, but no one could ever be sure what became of the she-cat. Spiderpaw recovered eventually, with Willowpaw now his personal shadow of overbearing protectiveness.
Willowpaw earned his warrior name and Spiderpaw became Spiderleg three moons later. Both toms have yet to mentor an apprentice.
His mate, Sloeheart, was absolutely distraught at the loss and came to blame their kittens for his death. From that point onward, whatever ties of filial love existed between the mother and her children was severed and she became utterly cold and abusive toward them. Willowkit offered himself to most of it in an attempt to protect his two siblings and the remainder of his moons in the nursery began to shape the gray-pelted feline into quite the bitter tom; a personality that he would grow well into by the time he earned his warrior name.
Things would be better when they were apprenticed, the kittens told each other. And when that day came, the day they were free of the nursery and their fox-hearted mother, all three of them were brimming with relief. That was until poor, unfortunate Mintpaw was given Sloeheart as a mentor; a promise of six more terrible moons to come. As soon as the celebratory cries fell from the lips of their clanmates, Mintpaw was trying desperately to convince her littermates to run away with her; a foolish notion she had brought up many times before. Willowpaw paid her no mind and channeled all his energy into training. Throughout their apprentice moons, Mintpaw was continually-abused and experienced harsh and terrible mood changes. Spiderpaw expressed concern to his brother, but Willowpaw stubbornly dismissed them as nothing.
Until one day the gray-furred tom woke up, and both Spiderpaw and Mintpaw were gone. Before sun-high and before the clan could even become too concerned, Spiderpaw was found — bloodied and beaten within an inch of his life on the ShadowClan border, where he had dragged himself after being mauled by a group of rogues; a band of gypsies that he and his sister had attempted to join. By Spiderpaw's account of events, Mintpaw was presumed to be dead, but no one could ever be sure what became of the she-cat. Spiderpaw recovered eventually, with Willowpaw now his personal shadow of overbearing protectiveness.
Willowpaw earned his warrior name and Spiderpaw became Spiderleg three moons later. Both toms have yet to mentor an apprentice.
OTHER
Username: Catapult (Cat)
Other Characters: I plan on creating Spiderleg (or maybe put him up for adoption along with Mintpaw {who isn't dead after all}), and another character that travels with me to every site I've ever been on. <3
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Other Characters: I plan on creating Spiderleg (or maybe put him up for adoption along with Mintpaw {who isn't dead after all}), and another character that travels with me to every site I've ever been on. <3
Purchased: If you purchased a buff or a character slot for this character, include links to the purchase here.
Stock: (c) Copperarabian of Deviantart
Avatar: i41.tinypic.com/16limvl.png
Personal Text: And all my harsh words were lies.
Other: Include anything else here.
