Post by stepsicle on Jun 14, 2011 6:46:49 GMT -5
shiverpaw
WHEN NOTHING GOES RIGHT, GO LEFT, AND UP, AND DOWN, THEN DO THE CHICKEN DANCE
WHEN NOTHING GOES RIGHT, GO LEFT, AND UP, AND DOWN, THEN DO THE CHICKEN DANCE
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NAME... Shiverpaw
AGE... 8 moons
GENDER... Male
CLAN... TigerClan
POSITION... Apprentice
SPECIES... Malayan Tiger
APPEARANCE...Shiverpaw's build is that of a typical tiger's, broad shoulders with heavy paws, a long yet muscular body accompanied by a flexible spine for running and leaping, and a long tail for balancing. His powerful limbs are muscular and strong, yet they can seem almost weightless when in motion. He is slightly smaller than what the size of an apprentice who has Bengal Tiger in his blood. His head resembles that of an upside down pear; a broad forehead that narrows down to a slightly curved muzzle. His ears are round and able to turn about to hear the slightest sound. Dark orange fur covers Shiverpaw's entire body, some places were a dark russet while others are a yellowish-gold in color. Stripes streak over the orange as if it were lightning, ranging from dark brown to jet black in color. Shiverpaw's eyes are a sight to behold. They are almond shaped, slightly narrow with sharp ends. They are a warm, chocolate brown that can melt your heart, along with faint blue-grey streaks.
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PERSONALITY...
[/justify]Shiverpaw is a sweetheart and a lovable young apprentice. He is very loyal both to his Clan and to his friends. You can trust Shiverpaw never to split on you, even if it means taking the blame. He is a right softy, never able to say no for a long time without weakening. He likes to play and pull jokes on others, to say funny things and make others laugh. He can be a chatterbox at times though, but he never said much during his kithood out of fear of his parents. His talkativeness can lead up to him talking too much and saying things right off his mind though. He has a good sense of humor but can be temperamental at times, not often but sometimes. Also, he isn't very trusting at first, due to his tragic kithood.
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HISTORY...
[/justify]Shiverpaw was born to rogues who did nothing but kill. The birth of he and his brother and sisters was pretty much accidental, and also confusing. See, Claw, his father, was a lion and Rina, his mother, was a tiger. How could they have purebred tiger cubs and not a mix of the two species? It was a long time before the answer to that question was revealed. Anyway, Shiverpaw was called Shiver, his brother called Slash, his two sisters were called Pride and Louie.
Just like any other kit's life, Shiver's first two months of life was all about play. His mother who had been a murderer seemed to.. love her kits, much to the surprise of Claw. He for one, wasn't really interested in anyone but Slash and sometimes the females, but never in Shiver. He thought of the kits as a way to bring forth a new generation of ruthless killers and thought that Shiver was just to gentle and a softy for this things.
So he began to train Slash, Pride, and Louie to use their claws and not words. Shiver was left out but he didn't care. He was happy to go about chasing butterflies and sniff at flowers, to leap and frolic about in patches of dandelions, to try and have a chat with the birds but sadly, they always flew off at the sight of the young tiger.
But one day, the truth came out. Claw wasn't the father of Shiver and his siblings. Instead, it was a wandering male tiger who had force bred Rina before disappearing. Enraged, Claw killed Rina, leaving her in a pool of scarlet blood as he turned to the cowering kits. With just a glance at each other, Pride and Louie -the better fighters -stepped forward cover Shiver and Slash. Slash pushed Shiver away and shouted to him to run before he ran off. Confused, Shiver had just begun to move when screams stopped him. His horrified gaze swept over the two broken bodies of his sisters who had been killed with a quick swipe. He began to stumble backward as Claw advanced to him, the grin that was plastered on the lion's lips was vile enough to turn your stomach inside out. "I hope you won't do anything stupid like they did.", Claw growled, his eyes narrowed in amusement. "Why kill them? I thought you loved Rina and my sisters.", Shiver asked quietly, eyes wide with confusion and terror. The lion didn't reply. Instead he raised his paw and flashed it toward Shiver, who didn't have enough time to jump away, and raked the three moon old kit. With his lips curled in amusement and disgust, Claw turned around and walked away, thinking that the kit he had detested was dead.
Claw's claws had met their target, Shiver's throat. Now the young tiger staggered before falling to his back, the sticky, scarlet substance flowing rapidly out of the wound. He screamed in agony, writhing about, frantically trying to make the pain disappear somehow. Then, Shiver slipped into a dizzying darkness. I'm dead.
Eyelids flickered, opening to reveal a blurry gaze as Shiver staggered to his paws. Excruciating pain blazed like white hot fire at his throat and back, where he had fallen. "Lie still kid. Pain ain't gonna go that soon." a deep mew said as a tiger padded into view. "Please don't hurt me, please!" Shiver whimpered, thinking that it was his father, which was understandable considering he wasn't in the right state of mind. "No one is going to hurt you." another voice sounded as another tiger, a white this time, padded to wards him. "Good.." Shiver murmured softly before falling back into unconsciousness.
As he recovered, Shiver was told that he was in some place called TigerClan. His screams had been heard by the leader, a white tiger called Dragonstar who had been on patrol. The leader had rushed to the scene, to find four tigers in pools of blood; three dead and one close to death. Dragonstar had then taken the injured kit to be taken off by Riverheart, the medicine cat at that time.
Shiver was renamed Shiverkit, after agreeing to live with TigerClan forth rest of his days. Four moons later, Shiverkit became an apprentice and was called Shiverpaw. Russet-tail became his mentor. One day as the two were having a hunting session, roars could be heard. Quickly, the pair had sped off toward the sounds. In a small clearing, two lions were attacking a TigerClanner. With a jolt, Shiverpaw realized that it was his 'father' and an accomplice. "Leave her alone!" Shiverpaw shouted as he rushed forward to shield the bloody tiger that lay crumpled in front of the lions.
"Shiver!" Claw gasped in surprise, his shock quickly turning to amusement. "You just signed your death wish." he growled, the same grin that Shiverpaw had seen moons before now twisting itself onto the rogue's lips. "It's Shiverpaw now!" the young apprentice snarled, glancing back to see of his mentor had gone to help their Clanmate. "Die!" Claw screamed, lunging forward with unsheathed claws that glittered dangerously in the sunlight. Shiverpaw jumped neatly out of the way before raking his claws on Claw's shoulder, careful not to break the skin. Ever since he was a kit, he had hated the sight and smell of blood. "What the.. How on earth did you learn to fight, you little rascal?" Claw growled in bewilderment. Never had he thought that this stupid creature he once thought as his could ever fight, he was just too soft for words. "Russet-tail taught me." Shiverpaw announced proudly, flashing his mentor a glance as the warrior came to stand by his side.
"Then I will teach him for teaching a battle move to an idiot like you!" Claw sneered, his cold gaze flickering to tiger. "He isn't an idiot and you know it full well." Russet-tail retorted quietly, tail tip flicking as his own claws unsheathed, ready to defend himself. Claw nodded to his companion. "You may leave now." he ordered. The other lion nodded before he turned and ran off. "Now.." Claw turned his broad head back to Russet-tail, a taunting look in his eyes. With a snarl, Claw lunged forward again, broad paws outstretched. Russet-tail tried to jump out of the way like Shiverpaw but Claw had learned a lesson. As soon as he had landed, the lion strikes out to the left, in the direction where Russet-tail had jumped to. "Too slow!" Claw sneered. Leaping again, Claw pounced on the tiger before he even had a chance to move. "No! Russet-tail!" Shiverpaw shouted, springing onto Claw's back in an attempt to save his mentor from the rogue's claws. "I will come again.. And you will die!" Claw snarled to Shiver as he threw the apprentice off him and ran off.
After a good half-hour, Shiverpaw finally trudged into camp, dragging behind him first the body of the TigerClanner, then his mentor. "I think they're dead." he announced to the bewildered Clan, his eyes dark with sorrow. It turned out that Russet-tail hadn't died but the warrior had to retire to the elders den because of a wound on his shoulder that wouldn't heal.
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