Post by alice?! on Jan 3, 2012 19:57:43 GMT -5
harepaw
HERE I AM
THIS IS ME
THERES NO PLACE IN THIS WORLD I'D RATHER BE
HERE I AM
THIS IS ME
THERES NO PLACE IN THIS WORLD I'D RATHER BE
name...Harekit|| Harepaw ||Hare____?||Harestar
age...7 moons
gender...tom
clan...cheetahclan
position...medicine cat apprentice
species...cheetah
apperance...
At first, one could almost mistake the figure of Harepaw for that of his sister -- Monarchpaw, though only at first. Upon closer inspection the hue and tone of his pelt may match her own to the tee, but the differences twist much deeper than that. He shares the same lithe body, perhaps a shared consequence of the sickness that ravaged them just after birth. Harepaw is small for a male, with narrow shoulders, and legs that seem too long for him. Thusly, he if far faster than he will ever be strong, though he lacks the proper endurance for a long distance trek. He seems to almost be out of proportion, with a lengthy tail and legs to match his stunted and short body with almost female width shoulders. A gently sloping head fitting with concave ears give him something of a delicate look, though perhaps he is.
His fur is a she almost exact to his younger sister's the same tawny-brown boring pinky-orange in places, creamy tan and off white splash across his lower lip and muzzle, bordering his eyes and coating the insides of his ears. creamy color continues down his chest, and makes its way down the inside of each limb, and then stripes the length of his tail. Stark and dark contrasting black spots pepper his body, though lessen in intensity as they near his neck, chest and belly. His cheeks and forehead are dappled with spots as well, though they are diluted in tone. His fur is on the thinner side, though with a slightly ragged look -- it's slightly shorter than average. His sister's almond eyes do not match his own, his are much lighter and rounded -- not nearly slanted at all, a pale but still bright orange.
Perhaps the greatest distance would be in his gait. It's easily noticeable even in his slowest walk -- the severe limp that keeps him from running without pain -- or even moving easily from thick brush. his rear right leg had once been badly broken -- crushed almost, and skewed far from the angle it should have been. Slittedwing did all she could, and managed to save it -- though it no longer bends correctly and pains him greatly at times. The paw is twisted slightly to the left, just the tiniest amount so that his toes are facing the 'heel' of his left front foot.
personality...
Harepaw is perhaps not the first cat you would notice, not for sure. He tends to be an observer, a quiet soul who first prefers to learn from watching rather than participating. He is an old soul it seems -- cautious and always thinking of the consequences. He's timid -- nervous in situations that he doesn't feel he can judge. Too trusting -- for usually when someone (namely Monarchpaw) would tell him things would work out -- he would believe them. Naive enough to believe that things will work out the way they're supposed to.. He believes strongly in the life that his clan has provided him -- simply because he knows nothing else and needs something to make his dismal injury make sense. If he hadn't have wanted the career of a medicine cat, what would have become of him?
He is not a fighter, with a calm and serene demeanor -- that is not the say he doesn't posses the heart of a warrior -- simply that he has dedicated himself to a different kind of life, crippled or not. Regardless of his quiet and delicate demeanor -- he's a put your head down and get the work done kind of dude. With quiet determination and a deeply embedded desire to please -- he takes whatever he can get and works as hard as he can for it.
Sure, he's easily hurt and often has to push back the trembling kit that still wants it's mother -- but that will fade with time, as he is wizened to the ways of the world. A gentle spirit with the conviction and dedication of a cat three times his size.
history...
Harepaw was born Harekit -- younger sibling to many litters and older siblings to one Monarchpaw. They were sickly as kits -- though he fared far better than she. Perhaps why she's such a spitfire now -- she had to fight for every moment of survival back then. Goosefeather, the kits mother was blamed for the sickness of her children, that her advanced age had left them too weak to survive. But survive they did. Harekit improved before Monarchkit did, and remembers those early days with their adoptive mother than their 'brothers and sisters' just a moon older than the small and sickly kits. He remembers Goosefeather's passing, and although she showed her youngest kits little love -- she was still their mother and he grieved for her -- even if Monarch paw did not.
He was always trailing behind his enthusiastic sister -- the voice of reason that kept them inside many times she wanted to venture out -- but usually failing and tagging along to make sure she wouldn't get herself killed. At four moons, they had their first true 'out-of-camp' experience than ended seriously. Harekit was always the first back into camp, coaxing Monarchkit away from the wonder of the outside world. He bore his punishment with bowed shoulders -- refusing to release the fact that he hadn't wanted to go he never wanted to go, because Monarchkit was his sister, the only cat he would ever care for as much in the world was their 'mother' Jadestorm.
It was a short while after this time that they were caught raiding the medicine cat's den -- Though it was the first time that Harekit had to be coaxed to leave before greater punishment was thrust upon them. The wonder of all the natural plants and remedies that could save any life. It was then that he decided that was what he wanted. That was the life he knew he should live. After that -- he hung around the medicine cat's den whenever he could -- bearing Slittedwing's barbs and shooing, only to return when she had calmed in the slightest. Monarchkit wandered on her own -- and the two grew apart as he spent more and more time staking out the medicine cat and her duties.
Monarchkit continued to wander as she always had, and it was one such morning that he wandered into the nursery to look for her -- though they were still living within it's confines -- not yet apprentices, they spent less and less time here. Jadestorm was heavy with another lovely litter of kits and the two talked for a long while -- as he loved doing. A commotion from the front of the camp had him wandering to check, and then search around in the flurry of panic as the warriors said their was a lynx in camp. A startled cry from the nursery confirmed his fears, and before he could think about it he was bounding through the small doorway and throwing his small, frail body in front of the lynx who had his adoptive mother cornered in the small den area. He lasted seconds -- if even that before the lynx landed a blow to his head, and then as he swayed dazed in front of her -- crunched down on his leg and flung him aside like he wasn't there. Through blurry vision he saw the death blow, and then a warrior who'd managed to squeeze into the den and took down the lynx, seconds too late.
He doesn't remember much after that -- a lot of pain and a slow recovery. It didn't help that the pair were mourning their true mother -- lost in such a tragedy. Monarchkit had a chip on her shoulder because she wasn't their to protect him and Jadestorm like she always had (and still does) and Harekit, will he had a chip on his shoulder because he hadn't been able to protect anyone -- to fight like a warrior should have. He lived up to everyone's expectations alright -- as the timid brother who was merely fodder for the lynx, and couldn't even prevent the death of his mother and her unborn kits for his sacrifice. He grieved for a long while, and only when Monarchkit was kind and quiet with him ( a rare thing indeed ) did he manage to pull himself from his depression and put effort into regaining his leg. It's much better now -- though it'll never be right again.
He is glad that the medicine cat trade is his passion, though he is not sure about Slittedwing. She frightens him -- just alotlittle bit, but he won't let that discourage him. Jadestorms death has instilled the naive dream that another cat will not die in front of him. at barely 7 moons, he has just started his apprenticeship, and started along his path entwined with Starclan.
