Volepaw

[antarctica.!?]

V O L E P A W

he is ten moons old - he is of voidclan - he is an apprentice

Personality
Pride is a thing that keeps Volepaw going. He is proud in his Clan and in his work; he believes that VoidClan is the greatest Clan, and he'll do anything to prove that. Another quality, may it be negative or positive, is defiance. This defiance as gotten him in a troubled spot in the Clan, but it is still obvious that he is loyal and prideful in the clan of void.

Because of his somewhat tragic, but short, history, Volepaw desires to work hard to be the very best. He wishes to impress his judging father; that's all he really wants to do. He wants to climb to the top; to be the best. He wishes to be a loyal cat in his Clan, but at the same time, he is ambitious for power and control.

Appearance
A small, yet muscled, interior is apparent under the shortly clipped dark coat. His bony frame is somewhat miniature, but his determined, strong bodice makes up for such a size. Twin towers serve as alert radars that twitch at every little sound that is made; they are closer to his crown than other cats' ears, but they still do well. Sharp optics disguise themselves in a sheet of amber silk; they are orbs that visually see many things, though they are not of perfection. His left eye has a slight glassy case; it is not the very best in its work because of this unnoticeable defect. A tail billows out unlike the rest of his fur; it is more majestic and has a slightly larger amount of hair than the other parts of Volepaw. His paws are a decent size, and the maulers that are hidden inside of them, concealed by a veil of black, can do a good amount of damage.

History
Volepaw's legacy began when Rustfang, a VoidClan warrior, fell in love with a rogue by the name of Kyoto. Kyoto was a beautiful black she-cat while Rustfang was a dark brown tabby tom; they bore two kits. One took after its mother, being small and having very dark fur; however, it had the long haired tail of Rustfang. The other kit, a she-cat, was nearly black, but brown stripes were clearly printed on her hide while a white spot sat squarely on her chest. Rustfang was so distracted by the birth he didn't realized his love was no longer breathing until he asked what they should name the kits. When no answer came, he wept and brought his two helpless kittens back to camp.

Rustfang lied, saying that he had found the kits in the middle of the forest, a dead rogue, clearly the mother, laying next to them. He pleaded to the leader for the kits to stay in VoidClan; he insisted that it would only strengthen their numbers. He promised that he would pretend to be the father while a nursing queen would take on the role of a mother. The kits would never be told of their heritage. The leader finally agreed after a long silence, and the kits were saved and given to a reluctant queen. The queen had had one light gray tabby tom suckling at her teats. The queen was light gray, too, and it didn't look right with two darkly-colored kits, but she was the only nursing queen who had a kit close to the other kits' ages.

And thus, the three kits grew up together as siblings, even though the original gray kit was a few days older and was a little large compared to the others, for he had a small head start. At the age of four moons the gray kit, whose name was Ashkit, was made an apprentice, Volekit and Leafkit following not long after. By this time, Volepaw had already discovered that his father was extremely difficult on him, hardly giving any praise. This made Volepaw upset and desiring to impress his father with pride and loyalty for the clan as well as ambition.

Not very long after the apprentice ceremony, a badger attack occurred; at this time, Volepaw's sister, Leafpaw, was put to death. Volepaw was devastated, and he sat there, moaning in sorrow for two days. However, his mentor ( who was his father ) forced him to push on with his patrols and training.

Volepaw is now striving to be the very best.

Roleplay Example

I H A V E A L E G A C Y T O L E A V E

BUT I DON'T WEAR MY PAPER HEART ON MY SLEEVE

His limbs ached from the long walk that was caused from the orderance of a patrol. They were to go towards the VortexClan border, patronizing it until all was well and the confirmation that no outsiders were passing the boundaries was given. Nothing interesting had been laid before him; all Volepaw received was maybe a bit of regard; however, this was not much. He insisted to himself, to cheer up his own sorry pelt, that it was another step closer to achieve his ambitions. In the end result, the truth won. Volepaw was doing mere normal work. He wished to seek out a quest; something that actually mattered. Something that would get him popularity and karma in the Clan. That wasn't possible if his work was in vain, just for the mere scenting of a border.

"By the mountain!" he muttered, twitching his tail as the patrol arrived to their newfound destination: camp. It looked the same since departure. That was quite usual. In fact, it was dull. Volepaw sputtered out a quiet growl of annoyance and crawled through the entrance of the camp, settling down near the center with a piece of fresh kill. It was nothing but a scrawny mouse, but it would have to do...