Post by cryptid on Aug 6, 2020 21:00:41 GMT -6
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[attr="class","appHEADER"]amberpaw
[attr="class","appTAG"]amberpaw - lean, orange eyed ginger and white tom.
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| 10 MOONS | TRANS MALE | POLY / PANSEXUAL | WINDCLAN | APPRENTICE |
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[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]TRAITS
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| + intelligent + creative + sociable + bold + cool under pressure | - insubordinate - irreverent - shameless - brash - not a team player |
[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]PERSONALITY
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amberpaw’s personality is rooted in his parents’ disinterest in their litter. he’s bold and loud, refusing to be ignored by the rest of the clan. he’s obsessed with making friends and tries to force connections, on the surface he puts this down simply to being sociable, but it’s more deeply rooted in his psyche than that. amberpaw fears being left alone without the companionship of his clanmates more than anything. he can almost always be found while in camp seeking out attention and companionship of one form or another.
somewhat predictably, amberpaw has not been an easy young cat to train. headstrong, cocksure and stubborn, he almost immediately began to resent being told what to do and when to do it by his mentor. his individual work is stellar because he is particularly driven to be better, faster, stronger and he works hard while alone. he is, however, an strong individualist and he doesn’t work well in groups tending to break away from them and operate under his own steam. this is not strictly deliberate insubordination, more a lack of trust in the abilities of others.
to the above end; he isn’t particularly good at following orders to the letter. in fact he almost never does. it isn’t so much a lack of effort or care, he generally sets out with the intention of doing as he’s told but he’s a clever, adaptable cat and his brain often works in less direct ways. he has a tendency to find another than one he was sent on, an idea taking hold or he’ll catch sight of something which sets his mind whirring and every time, without fail, amberpaw will back his own instincts over the orders and consideration of his mentor or whoever gave the order. this is his biggest, most glaring flaw and it’s the one mostly deeply rooted and likely to be difficult to break. notably because he is entirely remorseless about it, especially when his plans work out – if it worked, then why are people complaining? what does it matter that he broke rank and ditched his hunting group? he got the rabbit didn’t he?
he resents his parents disinterest though he’ll loudly and at length tell himself and others how much he doesn’t care and change the topic to something lighter and more palatable. amberpaw tries to avoid real conversations which reveal anything of himself to others, trying to keep cats on his side by deflecting back to hunting or the stars or something, anything else. there is an argument to be made, however, that everything from his endless quest to be loved by everyone and his drive to also be better, faster, stronger than everyone else and not need them for anything at all are all attempts to impress heathershade and brightstripe.
somewhat predictably, amberpaw has not been an easy young cat to train. headstrong, cocksure and stubborn, he almost immediately began to resent being told what to do and when to do it by his mentor. his individual work is stellar because he is particularly driven to be better, faster, stronger and he works hard while alone. he is, however, an strong individualist and he doesn’t work well in groups tending to break away from them and operate under his own steam. this is not strictly deliberate insubordination, more a lack of trust in the abilities of others.
to the above end; he isn’t particularly good at following orders to the letter. in fact he almost never does. it isn’t so much a lack of effort or care, he generally sets out with the intention of doing as he’s told but he’s a clever, adaptable cat and his brain often works in less direct ways. he has a tendency to find another than one he was sent on, an idea taking hold or he’ll catch sight of something which sets his mind whirring and every time, without fail, amberpaw will back his own instincts over the orders and consideration of his mentor or whoever gave the order. this is his biggest, most glaring flaw and it’s the one mostly deeply rooted and likely to be difficult to break. notably because he is entirely remorseless about it, especially when his plans work out – if it worked, then why are people complaining? what does it matter that he broke rank and ditched his hunting group? he got the rabbit didn’t he?
he resents his parents disinterest though he’ll loudly and at length tell himself and others how much he doesn’t care and change the topic to something lighter and more palatable. amberpaw tries to avoid real conversations which reveal anything of himself to others, trying to keep cats on his side by deflecting back to hunting or the stars or something, anything else. there is an argument to be made, however, that everything from his endless quest to be loved by everyone and his drive to also be better, faster, stronger than everyone else and not need them for anything at all are all attempts to impress heathershade and brightstripe.
[attr="class","appCATEGORY"]HISTORY
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[ amberkit • amberpaw • amberlight ]
the first and only litter of heathershade and brightstripe consisted of three kits; pebblekit, amberkit and waspkit. the kits were born healthy and from the moment their little eyes opened and they gained control of their legs they were menaces to all who wandered within range.
heathershade was not a cat who’d ever had the disposition of a queen and she found herself regularly distracted, desperate to stretch her legs and get back into the thick of things as a warrior. brightstripe for his part avoided the nursery at all costs; they were an unfortunate case of a couple who were good cats, sturdy warriors and flimsy parents. producing kits was a perceived obligation; simply what they assumed they were expected to do. young as they were neither were really prepared for or interested in the responsibility those new lives represented.
headstrong and wild, with little adult supervision from their bored, distant mother they ran amuck through camp. they got under the paws of the warriors, plagued cats to teach them to fight or hunt or take them out into the territory, they bothered the apprentices and raided any den they could find – investigating in the worst of ways for which it was always up to other cats to discipline them. when confronted with the mayhem of her brood heathershade was lukewarm in her responses, despairing of what the clan expected her to do about it. they listened when they were scolded, ceased the unfavourable behaviour but they were kits and without proper supervision it was only ever a matter of time before some cat found them creating yet more mayhem.
amberkit was not a bad kit, there was little malice in him, he was what any cat could expect of a kit; curious, full of mischief and constantly yielding to the overwhelming desire to explore – but he was lacking discipline. his sisters, unfortunately for the clan, were not an ounce better. starclan help the cats chosen to mentor that litter, though the promise was there. three bright, bold kits could become fine warriors with the right guidance.
it was as a kit that he began to develop his attitude towards himself and others. those formative moons with little guiding influence from his parents created a kit with no respect for cats in positions of authority; whether that be his mother or their noble leader. he never dreamed of leadership, never learned to respect the senior warriors or elders of the clan, there was only so much the influence of the clan could sink into him with no specific role models for him to learn from. he took direction reluctantly, more out of desire to make the cat giving it go away than out of any real respect.
it was six moons of chaos until the kits were named apprentices and it was likely no small relief to the clan when they were named. as apprentices they would learn discipline, respect and have an outlet for all of that chaotic energy.
amberpaw was thrilled, slamming his little nose into his mentor’s at the ceremony and plagueing them with his desire to get to work immediately. his enthusiasm was there, the energy and determination which could, theoretically, shape a great warrior but his kithood without structure had left its mark. somewhere along the line he had begun believing that that he didn’t need to rely on others; trusting his own instincts would get him through just fine. in his mind the clans had formed simply for their companionship, to prevent cats from being isolated and alone their whole lives. from kithood, he would seek out the company of others; always brightly chiming up from under paw. but he decided young that he simply didn’t need the skills of other cats. he would learn to be a warrior and that would be that; teamwork was for cats who didn’t have the capacity to catch a rabbit solo.
it was a natural progression, as it turned out, for amberpaw to become more outgoing and more engaged in others. his social development took a sharp turn for the better when he came to a decision within himself, pushing his clanmates to switch to masculine pronouns from the feminine ones he’d been assigned at birth. he started with his mentor, puffing out defensively and telling the warrior that he didn’t want to be a she-cat – that they ought to treat him like a tom. he said it like he a cat challenging a trespasser, pelt bristling, eyes narrowed, chest puffed out – yet he found little resistance. from there amberpaw showed remarkable progress when it came to his confidence around others, growing into a relaxed and socially confident young cat – even if he has begun to show hints of becoming a dreadful flirt.
with these newfound social skills came the slow death of the stiffness which had plagued the young tom throughout his apprenticeship so far. he stopped getting so defensive or aggressive in relation to his disdain for orders, the storm seeming to break within him. he became easy going; little riled him or pushed him into aggression, under the pressures of assessments he was calm, keeping his head and going about things his way.
while he works hard and has grown a lot within himself and into his skills as a warrior, it doesn’t take long of speaking to amberpaw to know that he still has a lot to learn about functioning as part of a whole. relying on and trusting in the skills and ideas of others instead of always backing in his own gut instincts remains his biggest challenge.
heathershade was not a cat who’d ever had the disposition of a queen and she found herself regularly distracted, desperate to stretch her legs and get back into the thick of things as a warrior. brightstripe for his part avoided the nursery at all costs; they were an unfortunate case of a couple who were good cats, sturdy warriors and flimsy parents. producing kits was a perceived obligation; simply what they assumed they were expected to do. young as they were neither were really prepared for or interested in the responsibility those new lives represented.
headstrong and wild, with little adult supervision from their bored, distant mother they ran amuck through camp. they got under the paws of the warriors, plagued cats to teach them to fight or hunt or take them out into the territory, they bothered the apprentices and raided any den they could find – investigating in the worst of ways for which it was always up to other cats to discipline them. when confronted with the mayhem of her brood heathershade was lukewarm in her responses, despairing of what the clan expected her to do about it. they listened when they were scolded, ceased the unfavourable behaviour but they were kits and without proper supervision it was only ever a matter of time before some cat found them creating yet more mayhem.
amberkit was not a bad kit, there was little malice in him, he was what any cat could expect of a kit; curious, full of mischief and constantly yielding to the overwhelming desire to explore – but he was lacking discipline. his sisters, unfortunately for the clan, were not an ounce better. starclan help the cats chosen to mentor that litter, though the promise was there. three bright, bold kits could become fine warriors with the right guidance.
it was as a kit that he began to develop his attitude towards himself and others. those formative moons with little guiding influence from his parents created a kit with no respect for cats in positions of authority; whether that be his mother or their noble leader. he never dreamed of leadership, never learned to respect the senior warriors or elders of the clan, there was only so much the influence of the clan could sink into him with no specific role models for him to learn from. he took direction reluctantly, more out of desire to make the cat giving it go away than out of any real respect.
it was six moons of chaos until the kits were named apprentices and it was likely no small relief to the clan when they were named. as apprentices they would learn discipline, respect and have an outlet for all of that chaotic energy.
amberpaw was thrilled, slamming his little nose into his mentor’s at the ceremony and plagueing them with his desire to get to work immediately. his enthusiasm was there, the energy and determination which could, theoretically, shape a great warrior but his kithood without structure had left its mark. somewhere along the line he had begun believing that that he didn’t need to rely on others; trusting his own instincts would get him through just fine. in his mind the clans had formed simply for their companionship, to prevent cats from being isolated and alone their whole lives. from kithood, he would seek out the company of others; always brightly chiming up from under paw. but he decided young that he simply didn’t need the skills of other cats. he would learn to be a warrior and that would be that; teamwork was for cats who didn’t have the capacity to catch a rabbit solo.
it was a natural progression, as it turned out, for amberpaw to become more outgoing and more engaged in others. his social development took a sharp turn for the better when he came to a decision within himself, pushing his clanmates to switch to masculine pronouns from the feminine ones he’d been assigned at birth. he started with his mentor, puffing out defensively and telling the warrior that he didn’t want to be a she-cat – that they ought to treat him like a tom. he said it like he a cat challenging a trespasser, pelt bristling, eyes narrowed, chest puffed out – yet he found little resistance. from there amberpaw showed remarkable progress when it came to his confidence around others, growing into a relaxed and socially confident young cat – even if he has begun to show hints of becoming a dreadful flirt.
with these newfound social skills came the slow death of the stiffness which had plagued the young tom throughout his apprenticeship so far. he stopped getting so defensive or aggressive in relation to his disdain for orders, the storm seeming to break within him. he became easy going; little riled him or pushed him into aggression, under the pressures of assessments he was calm, keeping his head and going about things his way.
while he works hard and has grown a lot within himself and into his skills as a warrior, it doesn’t take long of speaking to amberpaw to know that he still has a lot to learn about functioning as part of a whole. relying on and trusting in the skills and ideas of others instead of always backing in his own gut instincts remains his biggest challenge.
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| AMBER; for his ginger pelt. | PAW; apprentice. |
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[attr="class","appOOCfield"] don't wanna wait for permission we got our own fresh set of rules we take that old school fashion shape it into something new. you got your hand in my pocket you like to dance with my finger tips don't gotta wait for permission, you and i, we live for this you know we live for this. | |
