ANTFOOT , warrior

[antfoot]

ANTFOOT
antkit / antpaw / antfoot / antstar
"Small black tom with golden eyes."



NAME EXPLANATION:

ant - for his black coat, and short stature
foot - for his speed

AGE:

21 moons (about 1 and a half years)

RANK:

warrior

EXTENDED APPEARANCE:

fur - - Antfoot's fur is completely black - from nose to tail-tip. His glossy, soft coat is short and not very thick, but cool in the hot seasons (except the black color causes him to absorb heat faster). During winter and fall, though, he suffers from the chilly weather due to his lack of fur density. Because he has nervous tendencies and is stressed easily, Antfoot may often have bald spots, usually on his chest or flank.

eyes & markings - - This tom's eyes are a striking yellow color. They have tints of orange in them, which bring out the golden shine, akin to the actual element gold. He may have the occasional bald spot (as mentioned earlier, his nervous habits may cause a loss of fur), and he's also missing two claws on his left forepaw. It's fine with him though, as he tends to avoid battling because it makes him anxious - and missing two claws is the perfect excuse for battle patrols to ignore him when choosing attendees.

build - - Antfoot is far from the big, bulky cat that most toms strive to be; in fact, he is fairly small and skinny, even more so than many she-cats within WildClan. He has a long, lanky body, and rather long legs, but overall, a miniscule body. Although he is not powerful and pretty much useless in battles of strength, he can easily compete using his speed and agility. His nimble paws are great for running, and he can fit through small spaces. When the Clan needs a messenger, he is a common contender for the job.

PROS ,
- has well-developed senses
- nimble and flexible
- very fast
- good at hunting
- great pelt for camouflage
- clever
- would rather have peace than battle

CONS ,
- fur is thin; bad in cold seasons
- has anxiety and depression
- very antisocial
- small and weak
- missing two claws on left forepaw
- timid, tends not to speak up
- stutters often

PERSONALITY:

ANXIOUS If one ever attempted to approach Antfoot for the first time, they would probably be puzzled by his reaction. He would tremble and stutter, looking at his shuffling paws and probably slowly collapse into a ball in an attempt to shut you out. Most of WildClan knows that this is just Antfoot's normal behavior - he's a nervous wreck. He is very timid, and stutters often; he hates being confronted, and will probably crumble if he has to speak to large groups. He prefers to be alone, where he doesn't have to worry so much. But then again, seeing his own shadow can spook him.

ANTISOCIAL Antfoot has a pretty bad case of depression, and will often spend days laying in a slump around the camp. He doesn't like to talk to others, especially in this state; mostly due to his anxiety, and also because he just doesn't like being in the company of too many. It's not that he really has trust issues, but he's scared of growing close to others. If he ever does open up to you, you should consider yourself special - and prepare to have him constantly cling to you.

KIND Although he's nervous and doesn't talk to others much, when it comes down to it, Antfoot is actually very nice. It's probably a trait passed down from his kind mother; even if he doesn't want to talk, he'll still offer his ears and listen, but he may not respond. He's very empathetic and accepting, as he's been through much in his life, and would rather not have others struggle as well. If only he didn't stutter so much, he might be able to give some decent advice.

INTELLIGENT While his mouth doesn't work much to express his thoughts, his mind is always working at high speeds. Antfoot is a rather clever cat, and can analyze situations very quickly. When needed, he really can put his mind to work; and it often is, for he doesn't interact much with others.

STUBBORN Antfoot is very set in his ways. If he doesn't want to need to do something, he won't do it. If he feels you're wrong, then he'll keep believing that you're wrong. It's a sort of trait he adapted from a childhood friend of his; and his stubbornness has stubbornly (and ironically) stayed with him his whole life. He's also rather clingy as a friend, so if you ever find a way to become close with him, get ready to have a second shadow.

FAMILY:

UNKNOWN ROGUE - father; status unknown
CROWFLOWER - mother; deceased
MORNINGKIT - adopted sister; deceased

HISTORY:

Crowflower, said to be very pretty at a young age, birthed Antkit when she was nearing her retirement to the elder’s den. Her name - which sounded both ugly and beautiful - expressed her pure black coat, which she passed down to Antkit. But she had amber eyes - so it was to be assumed that Antkit’s rogue father had given him his stunning golden eyes. Antkit’s father was a stranger to him, though; he never asked about him, not ever since his mother hissed away the first question he asked about the topic. Yet that never bothered him; nothing really did.

That is, until she came.

Morningkit’s mother died when she was born, as well as her two stillborn brothers. She was very, very lucky to be alive, the medicine cat had said. However, the kit had nowhere to go - with no mother, and a nonchalant father, she was practically abandoned at birth. Had it not been for the whimsical impulse of Crowflower to take her in (as Crowflower had many whimsical impulses), Morningkit would probably have had no real family.

At first, Antkit despised the idea. Sharing his kind, beloved mother with a weak, nearly-dead she-kit? Antkit was very possessive as a kit, and the thought had caused his lip to curl. But when Morningkit first opened her beautiful amber eyes right before him, he slightly warmed up to the idea. And then when she grew a little bigger, and her golden-red tabby fur shined in the sunlight when she left the nursery for the first time, the feeling grew a little warmer. And when she gazed curiously into his golden eyes with her huge amber ones, nose twitching inquisitively, the feeling grew on him.

The two quickly became close friends. Under the benign guidance of Crowflower, life was just about perfect for the makeshift family. Their mother would often join their playing, but would back out with a smile and a complaint that her joints ached. 'Old cats shouldn’t play with young kits,’ she would say in her rough voice. But the two would continue to play with her, chasing her tail or pretending she was an enemy invader. She knew they loved to play with her, the same way she loved to make them happy. Although she was irritable and slightly crazy - and always stressed - she was a wonderful mother.

Yet when Antkit began to show his first nervous tendencies by the age of four moons, Crowflower had begun to lose herself already, and practically told him to 'get over it.’ When he would shake while meeting new cats or under the stare of others, his adopted sister helped him through it, and in turn she became his lifelong ally (and only ally, at that).

So it was when Morningkit begged and pleaded for him to sneak out of camp with him that one early morning, before Crowflower woke from her very deep slumber, he couldn’t resist her huge amber eyes. He gingerly followed her into the wild that day, but had this sinking feeling that something would go wrong. If only he knew how right he was.

The two eventually winded up at the old RiverClan territory. The first thing Morningkit saw was the river, of course. “Woooww, Antkit! Look at this! It-it’s AMAZING!!” Antkit merely nodded, eyeing the river doubtfully. He didn’t know the danger of water, especially when it had just thawed and it was running at it’s strongest current; and neither did Morningkit, apparently.

It was too late when Antkit saw that Morningkit had been leaning over the side of the river much too eagerly. She fell nose-first into the rushing water with a small ‘splash.’ Panic set in Antkit’s veins, causing his heart to thud painfully and his ears to roar anxiously. He ran to the riverside, holding out his left paw. “Grab it! Hurry!”

Morningkit was only a tiny head in the fast-running water, and it took all her strength to oppose it and reach out for his paw. She managed to grab it with her jaws, but the water was dragging her away, and Antkit was too weak to pull her up.

Time seemed to slow for a moment. In those few seconds, Antkit saw his own hysteria reflected in the eyes of his best friend as she lost the might and willpower to hold on any longer. The river tugged and tugged ceaselessly, and with it it tugged her as well. She was pulled away from him, and a knifelike pain lanced through his paw, extending up to his arm. But that pain was nothing compared to what he felt as he watched her drift further and further away, eventually sinking somewhere in the distance, never to be found living again. Antkit knew he would always remember those few seconds.

Though hell was only supposed to exist after life, for Antkit, hell was living after the loss of Morningkit. If she hadn’t died, we could’ve been more. More than family, more than friends. After her death brought only more suffering, when Crowflower grew sick with a persistent whitecough in his apprenticeship. It soon grew into a serious case of greencough, that took its toll on her soon after Antpaw’s warrior ceremony.

When he became Antfoot, the death of Crowflower was only another addition to the numbing pain in his living hell. With no one to coax his trembling heart and soul, his anxiety soon consumed him, as well as the nightmares of that fateful day. If only I had been stronger, and not so weak and nervous, he thought. But he knew. He knew that no one would ever come back from the dead - all he could hope was that he, too, would be able to join the dead.
but it seems that the weakest ones find it easier to be the strongest in times of sorrow.

CBOX NAME:

sonidy

OTHER CHARACTERS:

mapleheart and mothfrost

[admin tetris]

Accepted <3

Poor little Antfoot >.> Although, I think he and Lightpaw could have an interesting relationship...