Post by VALACIE on May 13, 2011 0:34:33 GMT -5
rustpaw
HELP ME, CAUSE I KEEP FALLING.
SAVE ME CAUSE I KEEP GETTING LOST.
HELP ME, CAUSE I KEEP FALLING.
SAVE ME CAUSE I KEEP GETTING LOST.
NAME... Rustpaw
AGE... seven moons
GENDER... Male
CLAN... tigerclan
POSITION... apprentice
SPECIES... Tiger
APPEARANCE...Rustpaw is small when compared with others of his clan, a runt at birth he never grew as hearty as his siblings. Both his stature and the musculature of his body make it so that he is sleeker, not as wide at the shoulders or hips. And although this does him little good should he attempt to hunt large pray, he can easily keep up with the fastest of runners in tigerclan and can hide well among trees and bushes. His fur and stripes are like any other tigers, if a bit more rust colored. The top and most dominant color in his pelt being a brilliant orange, while the bottom layer is more red, causing him to appear like rust when in direct sunlight. His stripes are the standard black, though many have pointed out that they are closer together and more numerous then is considered average. On his face the stripes seem to form a mask around his eyes, looking a lot like the outline of butterfly wings, and bringing attention to his golden-green eyes.
PERSONALITY...Rustpaw is not the smartest of young tigers, neither is he the bravest, or the strongest. In fact the poor thing is constantly breaking out in bouts of debilitating nervousness. If allowed to think for even a moment then his mind goes into overdrive. And the possibility of him over thinking a situation are high. He constantly worries of what others might think of him and whether or not he is getting in the way. Which is why he tries hard not to think. He prefers to be told exactly what he has to do, and then repeating the orders like a mantra until the task is done.
When thinking, he can appear distracted or completely absent from the situation. And the smallest and most meaningless things (a butterfly, the sky, ect) can capture his attention for hours if you leave him with nothing to do for even a moment. You could say he never grew out of the curious kit stage.
Socially Rustpaw is awkward to say the least. As a kit he was, if not picked on, then the one chosen to play the meal while everyone else played hunter. He bumbled and tripped over his own paws, stammering apologies and cowering in the face of those who were clearly bigger and stronger then he was or had any hope of being. This behavior has unfortunately remained with him and the more nervous he gets the more of an 'idiot' he seems to become. If embarrassed he'll literally fall flat on his face, and only feel all the worse because of it. There has been many a time that Rustpaw has wanted nothing more then to crawl into a hole and stay there, especially when people can't help but laugh at his expense.
HISTORY...As stated before Rustpaw was the runt in his mother's litter, and at some point not expected to survive past the first couple of days. But, he was a fighter, at least he was back then. Though smaller then the rest of the litter he shoved and pushed till he got his fill and managed, despite everyone's doubts to pull through. Where this determined little tiger went after that no one is quite sure. Once a fighter, now a bumbling kitten that is constantly getting pounced on by the others, the strong little kit had disappeared. Having served his purpose and kept Rustpaw alive past those hard first days it seemed the real Rustpaw was free to come out and entertain everyone.
No longer considered a kitten, Rustpaw is unsure what his path is going to be. He doesn't believe he'll be a good Hunter, what with his small size and occasional lapses in attention, and he doesn't trust in his ability to remember all that needs to be known to be a medicine cat. In fact, he feels lost. When spoken to he doesn't quite know what to say and what he does never seems to make it all the way past his throat, and what does doesn't exactly sound like what he really wants to express. Not exactly shy (he'll come right up and say hi, if he thinks he won't get his head bitten off) he just doesn't do well with words, or words that try to follow his thought process; which is erratic at best.
Thankfully though there is one thing that does make him feel like he might someday come to some use. He's good at hiding, with his small size he can easily disappear into short grasses and bushes, and when trying to get away he can run pretty quickly.