Post by wolflover1458 on Oct 6, 2009 18:55:27 GMT -5
Name and previous names: Silentpaw (Whitekit)
Gender: She-cat
Clan: MireClan
Ranking: Apprentice
Age in moons: 6
Physical description: Silentpaw isn’t pure white, though for the most part she would seem to be. Her belly, tail, and ears all have small flecks of gray on them. These flecks are faint and already hard to see even if they were in easily seeable spots. As it is, she looks pure white to quite a most cats, and even those who do know she isn’t don’t really care that much. It isn’t such a big deal among cats if someone is exactly white or not. Silentpaw doesn’t care, she wouldn’t care if she had brown stripes or black spots or anything like that. Her pelt isn’t exactly something she has much time to worry about. She doesn’t often take too much care of it. She might look prettier if she did, but as it is her pelt isn’t always sleek and shiny. No one tends to look at how she looks too much anyway. Anyone who knows her knows what her real problems are, and they aren’t anywhere near having the perfect pelt in color or appearance. Her eyes are an odd dark brown color that can be hard to see in to much dark or light.
Never, ever, ever comment to Silentpaw about the fact she has never spoken a word in her life. She hates getting attention this way, because mostly everyone is wondering what is wrong with her that she can’t speak. Silentpaw has no idea what is wrong with her, but she knows that the rest of the Clan seems to care a whole lot more than her. Since it doesn’t really impair seem it would impair training, Silentpaw had always hoped no one would see it as a problem. When she got her apprentice name as Silentpaw instead of Whitepaw, she knew the rest of the Clan still cared, and she hated it. Most of them tend to avoid her because as a kit she got really good at fighting, mostly because she used to attack everyone who commented on her disability. After a while, and a lot of scolding, she tried to ignore it. It doesn’t always work out for her, and if you sound particularly mean she might try to rip your head off. If you aren’t good with words, just don’t mention it to her, she doesn’t want to here it, and she’s already heard whatever you say. The only time she’s ever spoken was in dreams, and that doesn’t particularly count.
Silentpaw has rather long fur. It gets heavy in water, not that she ever goes swimming. Most of the time she doesn’t have a problem with it, as it doesn’t exactly snag much and it isn’t to heavy. It acts as a bonus for keeping her warm, and Silentpaw doesn’t usually get to hot in summer. She gets slightly cold in winter, but her coat fills in pretty fast so it’s never to big of a problem for her. She might find issues in terrain with water that weigh her down and stay soaked, or in thorny terrain that would snag her fur. That’s the only time Silentpaw would ever have issues really. She tries to stay out of these kinds of places because she knows they could present a problem.
She’s a rather small cat, and not to likely to get a whole lot bigger. Silentpaw is just a small cat, not necessarily a runt, but still smaller than other cats. Her short legs severely lower her speed, but she has good balance. Her body is sturdy and compact, and Silentpaw is actually pretty strong. She not only shows an interest in fighting but could do quite well at it. She’s small but strong, so someone might underestimate her, and she doesn’t fall too often, and could take a blow and remain standing because she’s good at shifting her weight. Silentpaw often lands well too. She has problems on slippery surfaces sometimes because she doesn't practice in places like those to much, and doesn't enjoy the bog much.
Perhaps someone feels sorry for the fact she can’t speak, for Silentpaw has instead been granted great sight, smell, and hearing. She can see exceptionally far and misses few things in a landscape. She can sniff out most scents unless their heavily disguised, and can smell prey from a while away, and can find staler scent marks than other cats can. Her ears are often pricked, listening to all the sounds. In a silent place without the hubbub of many cats talking, Silentpaw doesn’t miss a thing, and would hear a bird in flight, the wind rustling, or a mouse pattering across the floor better than some other cats. She has not been left without compensation for her loss. These talents are partially wasted because she can’t express what she has found and sign language doesn’t go to well for her. There are some things you really need words to communicate.
Mental description: If she could speak, Silentpaw would have a quick tongue and be quick for a retort to anything. As it is, she uses body language mostly, but most cats can feel if hatred of something like that is coming off her in waves. She tends to have an evil glint in her eyes that shows she can take care of herself, and that you better stay back. Silentpaw doesn’t actually have any friends, because she didn’t like the kits in the nursery, and her evil glint was enough to keep them all away from her. A lot of the time no one likes speaking to her because the way she glares at you, daring you to make fun of her, is enough to make any cat back away from her and find someone a bit nicer to talk to. Silentpaw has no problem with everyone leaving her alone. She doesn’t want to help her Clan most of the time, but not when she really hates having them around.
A lot of how mean Silentpaw can seem might actually be part of an emotional struggle inside her. She wants to communicate and she can’t, and she also wishes everyone would just leave her alone, but part of her does want pity from someone, strange as this might seem. So she took the path of no pity and decided to try and keep everyone away, which sort of worked, but part of her still wants some help from everyone, and Silentpaw isn’t sure how to work this out, so she tries getting a little better along with everyone, but the damage had done and she isn’t entirely sure what to do about it now. It becomes to complicated for her to handle, so Silentpaw starts getting mad at everyone else. This isn’t a very effective way to solve her problem, but she isn’t any good at finding some other way to solve it, and most cats already try to avoid her, so she just keeps with this, even if it really isn’t solving her problem.
Silentpaw isn’t one for pity really. She does want a little bit herself (she ignores this fact) but she isn’t at all inclined to give any to anyone else most of the time. They bring upon themselves, in her opinion, whatever they might do. She’s also pretty loyal to MireClan, except when she gets really upset. In battle, she would go with her no-pity streak. All those other cats were attacking her Clan, and they brought her claws and fangs on themselves by doing so, so Silentpaw attacks with no hesitation. If MireClan is attacking for some reason, she finds a reason inside herself for their attack, justifies it completely, and attacks without hesitation. Silentpaw is loyal to her Clan, which is pretty easy to say. Yes, they really string her up sometimes and she does hate that, but she is also loyal to her Clan. She hopes to someday seriously prove herself as capable of taking care of herself, even if she can’t speak. Silentpaw finds more than enough other ways to take care of herself.
Personal history: (I'm not sure I'm allowed to write it like this, but I can change it)
I remember, quite clearly, my mother, Littletooth, trying to teach me to speak. My brothers Mosskit and Leopardkit had already started chatting up a storm at this point. They couldn’t speak completely right, but they talked nonstop and that was how they got better. It greatly annoyed me. Part of that might have been because, try as I might, I couldn’t get a word out of my mouth. I could get sound out, sort of, but it was just a garble, like something you might say in the back of your throat so no one could understand it. I couldn’t even start to talk when the others had gotten all their words right. Littletooth and Thorntail, my father, eventually had to give up and agreed, probably silently, that I had no hope, I was mute. I know it doesn’t happen a whole lot. Wind of it reached the other kits in the den including these other two sisters Flowerkit and Runningkit that were older than us. Sometimes I would find them and my brothers staring at me, and sometimes they asked what my problem was and why I wasn’t speaking.
Obviously, I couldn’t tell them, but they would keep asking and I would hate it, so then I would attack them, just try to scratch and bit every bit of them. I got long speeches on how the Clan fits together and how they’re my friends/siblings and it’s bad to fight them like that, etc. We had, by this point, reached the age where we started play fighting, but I usually got rougher than that. Sometimes I watched the apprentices and would try to learn something by testing it out. Never actually learned a thing, though I did attack them in impressive ways that send them off squealing. I might have been small, and I might have been mute, but I was definitely no pushover. I never felt pity for them either. They deserved it if they were going to look at me like that, and ask stupid questions they know I couldn’t answer. They weren’t that stupid, they knew I couldn’t answer. I think they probably did it on purpose, to get me to fight them, and it worked. I eventually tried to calm down, and got pretty good at not showing my anger, but it doesn’t always work out for me. I never got praise for holding the anger back, but I did get scolded every time I fought, and memorized those speeches since they said them so often. Someone would come and call my name, and I knew I was in for another boring speech I knew nearly word for word.
I can’t say I particularly looked forward to being an apprentice, because the same cats would be there. They might think themselves above asking stupid questions, and they might not. I really couldn’t know, but I doubted they would stop looking at me like that. The Clan knew I could take care of myself, and since I always had that evil look in my eye, they didn’t try to make my life easier. How was I going to learn if they went soft on me anyway? I wasn’t, so I made sure no one thought I needed soft stuff. Still, it’s hard to not be excited on the day you get your apprentice name. I was sort of looking forward to being called Whitepaw. Littletooth wouldn’t be there to scold me, and I would have an excuse for using real moves: I was practicing.
Naturally, I went up to the leader on the day we got our names with Mosskit and Leopardkit. Duststar called them first, called them Mosspaw, Leopardpaw, gave mentors, ect. Then it was my turn. I was sort of excited, at the moment, anyway. I looked around at the Clan without my usual glare, for one anyway. Then I heard him start talking. I sort of listened, but didn’t pay much attention till I heard him calling my apprentice name: Silentpaw! I was quite ready at that point to just get up and leave from the humiliation, but I bore it. I really should have expected it, I know, but I hated that name. It meant my warrior name would be Silentsayer or something like that, something about the fact I was mute, which wasn’t even my fault. I barely paid attention to who was my mentor, and didn’t really know who I was touching noses with. They were calling out names, but I wasn’t listening to that much either. This was changing my life, irrevocable, and I hated it.
Picture:
Other: For anyone who failed to notice, she is mute. Capable of making sound but not stringing them together into words. Her sounds sound odd and not very catlike.
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Gender: She-cat
Clan: MireClan
Ranking: Apprentice
Age in moons: 6
Physical description: Silentpaw isn’t pure white, though for the most part she would seem to be. Her belly, tail, and ears all have small flecks of gray on them. These flecks are faint and already hard to see even if they were in easily seeable spots. As it is, she looks pure white to quite a most cats, and even those who do know she isn’t don’t really care that much. It isn’t such a big deal among cats if someone is exactly white or not. Silentpaw doesn’t care, she wouldn’t care if she had brown stripes or black spots or anything like that. Her pelt isn’t exactly something she has much time to worry about. She doesn’t often take too much care of it. She might look prettier if she did, but as it is her pelt isn’t always sleek and shiny. No one tends to look at how she looks too much anyway. Anyone who knows her knows what her real problems are, and they aren’t anywhere near having the perfect pelt in color or appearance. Her eyes are an odd dark brown color that can be hard to see in to much dark or light.
Never, ever, ever comment to Silentpaw about the fact she has never spoken a word in her life. She hates getting attention this way, because mostly everyone is wondering what is wrong with her that she can’t speak. Silentpaw has no idea what is wrong with her, but she knows that the rest of the Clan seems to care a whole lot more than her. Since it doesn’t really impair seem it would impair training, Silentpaw had always hoped no one would see it as a problem. When she got her apprentice name as Silentpaw instead of Whitepaw, she knew the rest of the Clan still cared, and she hated it. Most of them tend to avoid her because as a kit she got really good at fighting, mostly because she used to attack everyone who commented on her disability. After a while, and a lot of scolding, she tried to ignore it. It doesn’t always work out for her, and if you sound particularly mean she might try to rip your head off. If you aren’t good with words, just don’t mention it to her, she doesn’t want to here it, and she’s already heard whatever you say. The only time she’s ever spoken was in dreams, and that doesn’t particularly count.
Silentpaw has rather long fur. It gets heavy in water, not that she ever goes swimming. Most of the time she doesn’t have a problem with it, as it doesn’t exactly snag much and it isn’t to heavy. It acts as a bonus for keeping her warm, and Silentpaw doesn’t usually get to hot in summer. She gets slightly cold in winter, but her coat fills in pretty fast so it’s never to big of a problem for her. She might find issues in terrain with water that weigh her down and stay soaked, or in thorny terrain that would snag her fur. That’s the only time Silentpaw would ever have issues really. She tries to stay out of these kinds of places because she knows they could present a problem.
She’s a rather small cat, and not to likely to get a whole lot bigger. Silentpaw is just a small cat, not necessarily a runt, but still smaller than other cats. Her short legs severely lower her speed, but she has good balance. Her body is sturdy and compact, and Silentpaw is actually pretty strong. She not only shows an interest in fighting but could do quite well at it. She’s small but strong, so someone might underestimate her, and she doesn’t fall too often, and could take a blow and remain standing because she’s good at shifting her weight. Silentpaw often lands well too. She has problems on slippery surfaces sometimes because she doesn't practice in places like those to much, and doesn't enjoy the bog much.
Perhaps someone feels sorry for the fact she can’t speak, for Silentpaw has instead been granted great sight, smell, and hearing. She can see exceptionally far and misses few things in a landscape. She can sniff out most scents unless their heavily disguised, and can smell prey from a while away, and can find staler scent marks than other cats can. Her ears are often pricked, listening to all the sounds. In a silent place without the hubbub of many cats talking, Silentpaw doesn’t miss a thing, and would hear a bird in flight, the wind rustling, or a mouse pattering across the floor better than some other cats. She has not been left without compensation for her loss. These talents are partially wasted because she can’t express what she has found and sign language doesn’t go to well for her. There are some things you really need words to communicate.
Mental description: If she could speak, Silentpaw would have a quick tongue and be quick for a retort to anything. As it is, she uses body language mostly, but most cats can feel if hatred of something like that is coming off her in waves. She tends to have an evil glint in her eyes that shows she can take care of herself, and that you better stay back. Silentpaw doesn’t actually have any friends, because she didn’t like the kits in the nursery, and her evil glint was enough to keep them all away from her. A lot of the time no one likes speaking to her because the way she glares at you, daring you to make fun of her, is enough to make any cat back away from her and find someone a bit nicer to talk to. Silentpaw has no problem with everyone leaving her alone. She doesn’t want to help her Clan most of the time, but not when she really hates having them around.
A lot of how mean Silentpaw can seem might actually be part of an emotional struggle inside her. She wants to communicate and she can’t, and she also wishes everyone would just leave her alone, but part of her does want pity from someone, strange as this might seem. So she took the path of no pity and decided to try and keep everyone away, which sort of worked, but part of her still wants some help from everyone, and Silentpaw isn’t sure how to work this out, so she tries getting a little better along with everyone, but the damage had done and she isn’t entirely sure what to do about it now. It becomes to complicated for her to handle, so Silentpaw starts getting mad at everyone else. This isn’t a very effective way to solve her problem, but she isn’t any good at finding some other way to solve it, and most cats already try to avoid her, so she just keeps with this, even if it really isn’t solving her problem.
Silentpaw isn’t one for pity really. She does want a little bit herself (she ignores this fact) but she isn’t at all inclined to give any to anyone else most of the time. They bring upon themselves, in her opinion, whatever they might do. She’s also pretty loyal to MireClan, except when she gets really upset. In battle, she would go with her no-pity streak. All those other cats were attacking her Clan, and they brought her claws and fangs on themselves by doing so, so Silentpaw attacks with no hesitation. If MireClan is attacking for some reason, she finds a reason inside herself for their attack, justifies it completely, and attacks without hesitation. Silentpaw is loyal to her Clan, which is pretty easy to say. Yes, they really string her up sometimes and she does hate that, but she is also loyal to her Clan. She hopes to someday seriously prove herself as capable of taking care of herself, even if she can’t speak. Silentpaw finds more than enough other ways to take care of herself.
Personal history: (I'm not sure I'm allowed to write it like this, but I can change it)
I remember, quite clearly, my mother, Littletooth, trying to teach me to speak. My brothers Mosskit and Leopardkit had already started chatting up a storm at this point. They couldn’t speak completely right, but they talked nonstop and that was how they got better. It greatly annoyed me. Part of that might have been because, try as I might, I couldn’t get a word out of my mouth. I could get sound out, sort of, but it was just a garble, like something you might say in the back of your throat so no one could understand it. I couldn’t even start to talk when the others had gotten all their words right. Littletooth and Thorntail, my father, eventually had to give up and agreed, probably silently, that I had no hope, I was mute. I know it doesn’t happen a whole lot. Wind of it reached the other kits in the den including these other two sisters Flowerkit and Runningkit that were older than us. Sometimes I would find them and my brothers staring at me, and sometimes they asked what my problem was and why I wasn’t speaking.
Obviously, I couldn’t tell them, but they would keep asking and I would hate it, so then I would attack them, just try to scratch and bit every bit of them. I got long speeches on how the Clan fits together and how they’re my friends/siblings and it’s bad to fight them like that, etc. We had, by this point, reached the age where we started play fighting, but I usually got rougher than that. Sometimes I watched the apprentices and would try to learn something by testing it out. Never actually learned a thing, though I did attack them in impressive ways that send them off squealing. I might have been small, and I might have been mute, but I was definitely no pushover. I never felt pity for them either. They deserved it if they were going to look at me like that, and ask stupid questions they know I couldn’t answer. They weren’t that stupid, they knew I couldn’t answer. I think they probably did it on purpose, to get me to fight them, and it worked. I eventually tried to calm down, and got pretty good at not showing my anger, but it doesn’t always work out for me. I never got praise for holding the anger back, but I did get scolded every time I fought, and memorized those speeches since they said them so often. Someone would come and call my name, and I knew I was in for another boring speech I knew nearly word for word.
I can’t say I particularly looked forward to being an apprentice, because the same cats would be there. They might think themselves above asking stupid questions, and they might not. I really couldn’t know, but I doubted they would stop looking at me like that. The Clan knew I could take care of myself, and since I always had that evil look in my eye, they didn’t try to make my life easier. How was I going to learn if they went soft on me anyway? I wasn’t, so I made sure no one thought I needed soft stuff. Still, it’s hard to not be excited on the day you get your apprentice name. I was sort of looking forward to being called Whitepaw. Littletooth wouldn’t be there to scold me, and I would have an excuse for using real moves: I was practicing.
Naturally, I went up to the leader on the day we got our names with Mosskit and Leopardkit. Duststar called them first, called them Mosspaw, Leopardpaw, gave mentors, ect. Then it was my turn. I was sort of excited, at the moment, anyway. I looked around at the Clan without my usual glare, for one anyway. Then I heard him start talking. I sort of listened, but didn’t pay much attention till I heard him calling my apprentice name: Silentpaw! I was quite ready at that point to just get up and leave from the humiliation, but I bore it. I really should have expected it, I know, but I hated that name. It meant my warrior name would be Silentsayer or something like that, something about the fact I was mute, which wasn’t even my fault. I barely paid attention to who was my mentor, and didn’t really know who I was touching noses with. They were calling out names, but I wasn’t listening to that much either. This was changing my life, irrevocable, and I hated it.
Picture:
Other: For anyone who failed to notice, she is mute. Capable of making sound but not stringing them together into words. Her sounds sound odd and not very catlike.
Places role-played in:
