Post by cawn on Jul 24, 2020 17:12:47 GMT -6
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[attr="class","appTAG"]sharkstrike - gray tabby tom with amber eyes.
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| 27 MOONS | TOM | BISEXUAL | RIVERCLAN | WARRIOR |
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[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]TRAITS
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| + affectionate + good-hearted + optimistic + approachable + enthusiastic | - impatient - petty - impulsive - reckless - blunt |
[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]PERSONALITY
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[attr="class","appFIELD"]Sharkstrike is not a cat who seems to stay out of the eye of attention for very long. Constantly rearing with unbridled energy, he is ready to move at a moment’s notice and make decisions just as fast. Impulsive to a fault, this tom is always ready to do something and can rarely keep his paws settled when forced to stay put.
Yet, with an open and confident attitude, he offers an approachable presence within the clan with his bursting enthusiasm, optimism, and inescapable physical affection that he rarely notices that he’s doing. He has little awareness of the concept of personal space, or of the right voice volume for a situation, leading his booming, naturally loud voice to quickly carry across the camp.
Good-hearted above all else, Sharkstrike wants to do what is right by others, and has a serious protective streak over those he considers important in his life. However, understand for all his openness and welcoming words, he has a guard when it comes to forming true connections. He is hardly a trusting tom, and isn’t afraid to challenge what is being told to him at a moments notice, and quite publicly.
Sharkstrike doesn’t do secrets and is quite open about that fact. He’s held enough of them over the years, and it is only those selected few who will get him to ever do it again. In turn, between his impulsiveness and impatience, he isn’t the best choice to share your heart to either, even if he wants to hear a cat out.
This tom’s few dear friends he holds close to his heart, and while he serves RiverClan loyally, it is these individually that he will always be truly committed to above all else. He will do whatever is needed to protect and help them, in ways his whole clan will never see. For his dearests, he will act without question in immediate support.
Others do not receive the same graces. Fast to challenge, blunt with his words, and reckless at the best of times, Sharkstrike makes his thoughts known quickly in whatever way he needs to. Not that he always has control over it. As much as his paws move without control and stillness, so do his thoughts. He struggles to process his thoughts before acting, often blurting and moving before realising the consequences. He struggles to focus on tasks that are not of his absolute interest and often bounces between topics in conversation quickly, something making it hard to keep up.
With all this comes a petty streak. While he may get himself into situations, he is not a cat who can lift himself to be the bigger person. He will go as petty as he needs to, so he comes out on top, and holds grudges till he’s forgotten what they are even there for. It makes him a cat that is hard to get a second chance with, once he perceives himself as being hard done by.
Yet, with an open and confident attitude, he offers an approachable presence within the clan with his bursting enthusiasm, optimism, and inescapable physical affection that he rarely notices that he’s doing. He has little awareness of the concept of personal space, or of the right voice volume for a situation, leading his booming, naturally loud voice to quickly carry across the camp.
Good-hearted above all else, Sharkstrike wants to do what is right by others, and has a serious protective streak over those he considers important in his life. However, understand for all his openness and welcoming words, he has a guard when it comes to forming true connections. He is hardly a trusting tom, and isn’t afraid to challenge what is being told to him at a moments notice, and quite publicly.
Sharkstrike doesn’t do secrets and is quite open about that fact. He’s held enough of them over the years, and it is only those selected few who will get him to ever do it again. In turn, between his impulsiveness and impatience, he isn’t the best choice to share your heart to either, even if he wants to hear a cat out.
This tom’s few dear friends he holds close to his heart, and while he serves RiverClan loyally, it is these individually that he will always be truly committed to above all else. He will do whatever is needed to protect and help them, in ways his whole clan will never see. For his dearests, he will act without question in immediate support.
Others do not receive the same graces. Fast to challenge, blunt with his words, and reckless at the best of times, Sharkstrike makes his thoughts known quickly in whatever way he needs to. Not that he always has control over it. As much as his paws move without control and stillness, so do his thoughts. He struggles to process his thoughts before acting, often blurting and moving before realising the consequences. He struggles to focus on tasks that are not of his absolute interest and often bounces between topics in conversation quickly, something making it hard to keep up.
With all this comes a petty streak. While he may get himself into situations, he is not a cat who can lift himself to be the bigger person. He will go as petty as he needs to, so he comes out on top, and holds grudges till he’s forgotten what they are even there for. It makes him a cat that is hard to get a second chance with, once he perceives himself as being hard done by.
[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]HISTORY
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[attr="class","appFIELD"]Shark-kit’s entry to the world was surrounded in loss. His father, snatched away at the jaws of a dog, and his mother lost in kit birth both marked the world he would join. He was the only kit of his litter, left behind in a world that his parents had vacated. Though, it was not a truth he would be aware of.
No, Shark-kit’s first memories would be of Sturgeonscar. Of a tom who rose so high and stood with so much grace that Shark-kit would forever be in awe. The tom that spoke so gently to him, and stood in the role a parent should. Shark-kit never questioned his family situation, all he knew was that he had Sturgeonscar, and the attention of the nursery, which was all that mattered.
Becoming an apprentice was simply the next step, and it made sense those pawprints would be into his uncle’s care. Sturgeonscar acted with grace and a gentle guidance that the young Sharkpaw needed. He was reckless and loud, with too much energy and constantly distracted. Maybe simply put it down to being immature and not wanting to train. His uncle saw past that.
When he wasn’t struggling through training with his uncle, Sharkpaw spent him time in the company of the other apprentices, keen to remain center of attention and be involved in everything that was going on. Frequently it was Viperpaw and Adderpaw, or even more so Sparrowpaw, when the tom wasn’t with Ashpaw.
Though that aspect in itself was a challenge for the gray tom, his crush on Sparrowpaw taking up much of his attention whenever the ginger tom was present. It was a surprise that he didn’t blurt it out at any point. Yet, just as it seemed that he was settling into his role in the clan, embracing his friendships, everything changed.
Firstly, it was Sparrowpaw. He was supposed to be recovering from his injury, yet, one morning he was simply… gone. Sharkpaw joined every search party he could, desperate to find his friend. Yet, there wasn’t a sign of him. It was the first big blow, followed by Adderpaw’s death. All of a sudden those he’d thought to be his closest friends were disappearing, as Viperpaw isolated himself and stuck purely by Ashpaw.
The final blow to his heart was his uncle’s death at the claws of a rogue that pushed too far into RiverClan territory. Sitting by his uncle’s body, alone, despite his clanmates being all around, triggered something in the young tom. He’d always been reckless, but it became a new level. His temper grew out of control. His new mentor wasn’t as understanding of his difficulties with learning.
Sharkpaw found attention the only way he could: through causing trouble. He pushed around apprentices that got in his business too much. He picked up fights with warriors who challenged his behaviours. He didn’t show up to patrols and argued when given an order, while picking fights on the border whenever assigned to patrol it. His warrior ceremony continued to be pushed back as he sourly watched other apprentices become warriors before him.
It was only when his uncle’s former mate finally pinned him down after a conversation turned to a scuffle, that he truly realised how far he’d gone. Somehow, she managed to get through to him; this wasn’t what any of his friends or uncle would’ve wanted for him. Nor his parents, had they been alive to see it.
Shame rode up in the apprentice’s chest, and for a long time he processed the she-cats words, falling quiet in the camp. It unsettled others, but slowly, with the she-cat’s help, he was eased onto the right path. He resumed training, getting help from the warrior whenever his mentor wasn’t around. He started to return to his once-cheery self, focusing on himself first and foremost.
At 17 moons he would become a warrior. Sharkstrike. Sitting that night at the camp entrance, he looked in on his reflection and truly saw how much had changed. Small scars littered his pelt from his self-destructive behaviours and fights. He looked more serious that he could ever remember. He forced himself to relax and watch the moon as it moved across the sky.
When morning came, a reckless, but renewed warrior returned into camp, and volunteered for the first patrol that came from the deputy’s lips.
It was a long process to find his place in the clan again. However, slowly he did. He made friends, at least on surface level, and was elated when Sparrowpaw finally returned, safe and sound and grown up. The old kit crush returned with full force as he tried to rekindle his friendship with the tom, throwing all the encouragement he could toward Sparrowflight as he became the clan’s medicine cat.
Life goes on, and Sharkstrike is doing his best to find his role in it, even if the path is unknown before him.
No, Shark-kit’s first memories would be of Sturgeonscar. Of a tom who rose so high and stood with so much grace that Shark-kit would forever be in awe. The tom that spoke so gently to him, and stood in the role a parent should. Shark-kit never questioned his family situation, all he knew was that he had Sturgeonscar, and the attention of the nursery, which was all that mattered.
Becoming an apprentice was simply the next step, and it made sense those pawprints would be into his uncle’s care. Sturgeonscar acted with grace and a gentle guidance that the young Sharkpaw needed. He was reckless and loud, with too much energy and constantly distracted. Maybe simply put it down to being immature and not wanting to train. His uncle saw past that.
When he wasn’t struggling through training with his uncle, Sharkpaw spent him time in the company of the other apprentices, keen to remain center of attention and be involved in everything that was going on. Frequently it was Viperpaw and Adderpaw, or even more so Sparrowpaw, when the tom wasn’t with Ashpaw.
Though that aspect in itself was a challenge for the gray tom, his crush on Sparrowpaw taking up much of his attention whenever the ginger tom was present. It was a surprise that he didn’t blurt it out at any point. Yet, just as it seemed that he was settling into his role in the clan, embracing his friendships, everything changed.
Firstly, it was Sparrowpaw. He was supposed to be recovering from his injury, yet, one morning he was simply… gone. Sharkpaw joined every search party he could, desperate to find his friend. Yet, there wasn’t a sign of him. It was the first big blow, followed by Adderpaw’s death. All of a sudden those he’d thought to be his closest friends were disappearing, as Viperpaw isolated himself and stuck purely by Ashpaw.
The final blow to his heart was his uncle’s death at the claws of a rogue that pushed too far into RiverClan territory. Sitting by his uncle’s body, alone, despite his clanmates being all around, triggered something in the young tom. He’d always been reckless, but it became a new level. His temper grew out of control. His new mentor wasn’t as understanding of his difficulties with learning.
Sharkpaw found attention the only way he could: through causing trouble. He pushed around apprentices that got in his business too much. He picked up fights with warriors who challenged his behaviours. He didn’t show up to patrols and argued when given an order, while picking fights on the border whenever assigned to patrol it. His warrior ceremony continued to be pushed back as he sourly watched other apprentices become warriors before him.
It was only when his uncle’s former mate finally pinned him down after a conversation turned to a scuffle, that he truly realised how far he’d gone. Somehow, she managed to get through to him; this wasn’t what any of his friends or uncle would’ve wanted for him. Nor his parents, had they been alive to see it.
Shame rode up in the apprentice’s chest, and for a long time he processed the she-cats words, falling quiet in the camp. It unsettled others, but slowly, with the she-cat’s help, he was eased onto the right path. He resumed training, getting help from the warrior whenever his mentor wasn’t around. He started to return to his once-cheery self, focusing on himself first and foremost.
At 17 moons he would become a warrior. Sharkstrike. Sitting that night at the camp entrance, he looked in on his reflection and truly saw how much had changed. Small scars littered his pelt from his self-destructive behaviours and fights. He looked more serious that he could ever remember. He forced himself to relax and watch the moon as it moved across the sky.
When morning came, a reckless, but renewed warrior returned into camp, and volunteered for the first patrol that came from the deputy’s lips.
It was a long process to find his place in the clan again. However, slowly he did. He made friends, at least on surface level, and was elated when Sparrowpaw finally returned, safe and sound and grown up. The old kit crush returned with full force as he tried to rekindle his friendship with the tom, throwing all the encouragement he could toward Sparrowflight as he became the clan’s medicine cat.
Life goes on, and Sharkstrike is doing his best to find his role in it, even if the path is unknown before him.
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| PREFIX; his gray pelt. | SUFFIX; his fast moves in battle. |
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| cawn | |
| 27 | SHE/HER |
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[attr="class","appOOCfield"]Sharkstrike struggles with ADHD, manifesting in physical restlessness and an inability to focus unless hyperfixating. This makes learning difficult for him in focusing and retaining information, and he often struggles to control his emotions. | |
