Sycamorepaw
Jul 18, 2013 18:20:35 GMT -6
Post by sycamorepaw on Jul 18, 2013 18:20:35 GMT -6
SYCAMOREPAW
Sycamorekit → Sycamorepaw → Sycamoreclaw
"A dilute calico molly with a bobbed tail and blue eyes."
NAME EXPLANATION:
Prefix:
"The sycamore maple is a large deciduous tree that reaches 20–35 m (66–115 ft) tall at maturity, with a broad, domed crown. On young trees, the bark is smooth and grey but becomes rougher with age and breaks up in scales, exposing the pale-brown-to-pinkish inner bark."
- Wikipedia
Suffix:
Sycamorepaw will become skilled in battle, as it is the area of her training that she enjoys the most and works the hardest to perfect. As you likely know, in traditionalism, -claw is associated with fighting skills. If, for any reason, this did not play out and she did not become a skilled fighter (injury, et cetera), her suffix would be -cloud to reflect her good temper.
AGE:
6 moons
RANK:
apprentice
EXTENDED APPEARANCE:
PERSONALITY:Sycamorepaw is a short cat; the very tips of her ears come to the shoulders of most cats her age. She's a plump girl, at least in comparison to most clan cats, and rather muscular. Her tail is just a stub, as bobbed tails run in her family.
A good portion of her pelt is white; half of her snout, her chest, and the entirety of her legs and belly. Otherwise, she's patched with grey and ginger.
FAMILY:Sycamorepaw is self-centered, narcissistic, cocky and vain. Although she's not dumb enough to say it, she believes that she's worth more than every one of her clanmates put together -- in fact, she'd certainly let them all die to save herself.
Despite this, you have to admit that she's intelligent and rather eloquent. She knows just what to say and when to say it, using wit and a shockingly good temper to deal with those she dislikes. She holds a grudge, but prefers quietly plotting her enemies' downfalls to frequent, random acts of hatred. She lies often and acts well; if there's any cat who could get away with murder, it's probably her. An evil genius, you could say.
However, she doesn't exactly seem to realize that those like her are few in number; she's very paranoid, always checking the fresh-kill pile for poison or making absolutely sure that the herbs the medicine cat has given her aren't actually disguised deathberries.
Mother: Patchflower, a green-eyed tortoiseshell.
Father: Daisyclaw, a bobtailed, blue-eyed white tom.
Siblings: None.
(Patchflower and Daisyclaw both carry dilution. Daisyclaw's white is masking black.)
HISTORY:
CBOX NAME:Sycamorepaw's early days were decent enough; having no siblings, she was the pride and joy of her parents. She grew up normally enough, and quite recently had her apprentice ceremony.
Astamodeus
HOW YOU FOUND US:
Your affiliation with a certain traditional naming blog.
OTHER CHARACTERS:
None; she's my first.
RP SAMPLE:
The sun hadn't quite risen, but nonetheless, Sycamorepaw was wide awake. Getting up early in the morning meant that no one could sneak deathberries into the fresh-kill pile before she got up and had her breakfast, lest they'd noticed her sleeping schedule and woken up even earlier than her. Oh, but she was prepared for that; her favorite food was pigeon. Anyone plotting her murder would know that, obviously, as they wouldn't be dumb enough to attempt to kill her without some thorough stalking beforehand. Thus, she looked around to assure that nobody was looking, then pulled a mouse off of the top of the pile.
Of course, she wasn't the only cat that someone might have wanted dead; thus, she ripped the mouse to pieces, carefully inspecting each chunk of meat to check for deadly substances. After deciding that her meal was safe, she slowly and carefully took a bite; it tasted just like any other mouse, so she nodded to herself and began to eat the rest. With how time-consuming this routine was, cats were already waking up by the time she consumed the last morsel.
Well, whether her time had been wasted or not, she was alive. That, of course, was a very good thing.
