Post by {Otter} on Nov 14, 2009 21:15:04 GMT -5
GENERAL
Name: Ottersplash (if that is acceptable)
Name Explanation: Otter was given to him as a kit because of the color of his fur, and splash was given to him as a warrior because of his love of water.
Gender: Tom
Age: 14 moons
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: warrior
APPEARANCE
Body Type: Thin, lean, and long
Fur: Dark chocolate in most places
Eyes: Pale yellow
Markings: White chest and belly.
Overall: From behind, Ottersplash's short, sleek pelt appears to be a solid chocolate brown. And, for the most part, it is. The sleek fur runs mostly uninterrupted around his body, down his long, lean legs and wiry tail. The chocolate parts to make way for the white spilled down his throat, chest, and along his belly. This creamy marking is not perfect, however, and several strands of dark brown fur can be found on his chest. Long and lean, Ottersplash's body was not made for heavy fighting. As a result, he is not the most useful fighter out there. He flourishes in the water and swims powerfully against currents.
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits: Optimistic, loyal, playful, easy to please, eager, energetic.
Flaws: Unambitious, overly-playful, sometimes obnoxious, immature, has very little self-control
Fears: heights, darkness, raccoons.
Quirks: He has no self-control when it comes to puddles and will jump in any that he sees...ever. Period. Sometimes he can be found just staring at butterflies, and he never really did get over his kittish habit of pouncing on the tails of sleeping warriors....
Ideals: For the most part, Ottersplash values loyalty to his friends. He may not be very ambitious or aggressive, but he takes his vows and words very seriously (as seriously as he can). Other than that, Ottersplash mostly values his good time. He doesn't mind doing work, but if he doesn't get at least a few minutes each day to be with himself and chase after leaves or jumping in puddles, he can get rather snappy.
Overall: Oh, most cats get annoyed with Ottersplash. He is very immature and unambitious. As an apprentice, he had a terrible time focusing on his lessons, and as a result didn't turn out to be terribly disciplined. He has very little self-control and doesn't know how to take things seriously. When at a meeting or in a "serious" discussion, his mind wanders easily and he can zone out on the entire discussion.
He is also very mischievous and shockingly vengeful. Not in a bad way, of course--he'd never injure a cat for being mean to him or tricking him. He would, however, pounce on their tail as they sleep and scare the living daylights out of them. That's his kind of revenge.
However, Ottersplash doesn't necessarily try to be incompetent. He is very loyal and true to his promises, which are the only things he takes seriously. It doesn't take much to please him, and he doesn't get angry easily--grudges are a foreign idea to him. When it comes to going on patrols and hunting, Ottersplash is energetic and eager to please, if not very competent or focused during the outing itself.
HISTORY
Family: Thistlepatch (father), Timberpelt (mother), Moosefur (brother)
History:Alrighty, well there isn't all that much to Ottersplash's history. He was born into RiverClan, obviously, along with one brother. From the beginning, Otterkit was immediately identified as the playful bum, while Moosekit was the serious, ambitious one. But that was okay with Otterkit. When they became apprentices, Moosepaw took off as a great student. He was serious, focused, and a quick learner. Since Thistlepatch and Timberpelt had him to be proud of, they didn't mind that Otterpaw was an unfocused, immature young cat with very little ambitions.
From his first moons as an apprentice, it was clear that Otterpaw wasn't going to be much of a fighter. He had no fiery spirit or battle rage. However, he did turn out to be a pretty decent fisher and a lovely swimmer. If ever he disappeared from camp, he could always be found splashing in the river and practicing his fishing.
At eight moons old, Otterpaw snuck out of camp at night for the first time. He headed down to the river with the intention of having a late night swim in the moonlight. He never got his swim, and it was the last time he ever went out alone at night. A rustling sound caught his attention, and Otterpaw (who was upwind of the creature) assumed a rabbit was hiding in the bushes. Knowing he ought to return to camp with some kind of prey to show for his outing, the young apprentice turned from his course and headed toward the sound. He crept forward, got within a few mouselengths of the creature, and pounced...onto a raccoon. The creature shrieked and turned on him, and after receiving a painful slash across his cheek, Otterpaw turned tail and raced as fast as his long legs could take him back to the camp. For moons afterwards, Otterpaw had nightmares of the beady little eyes and bared fangs. He never snuck out of camp at night again, though his scratch healed and left no visible mark.
Otterpaw did not take part in any battle as an apprentice, as the Second Battle at Fourtrees happened just before he turned six moons old. He became a warrior without much incident, and has only been a warrior for a moon or so now. So far, he hasn't gotten any more mature
RP SAMPLE
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You'll never amount to anything, you know that? Like, seriously, how can you go around chasing butterflies and splashing in puddles? When are you ever going to be a real warrior?
Familiar words sounded in his ears as he sneaked around the edge of RiverClan camp. Sleek, chocolate brown fur blended with the shadows of the reed and willow trees as he slipped silently toward his target. Pale yellow eyes lay fixed and sharp on the sleeping cat as it basked in the warm sunlight near the edge of the camp. The only sign of movement was the gently twitching tail as it flipped up and down, rustling the grass and sending a pair of tall, dark brown ears flicking forward in interest.
They never should have made you a warrior. I bet any apprentice could beat you in a fight, you know? What are you going to do when a battle happens? Climb a tree and hide?[/i]
Well no, Moosefur, I would not climb a tree. I don't likeheights, Ottersplash thought with a chuckle as his brother's words played in his head. How many times had Moosefur said that to him in the past few days? At least three. Well, now he had it coming. Stiff ol' Moosefur was going to be squealing like a kit in a few moments.
No doubt onlookers could see him stalking closer. Most of the warriors in the Clan had fallen prey to Ottersplash's antics. Why would they speak up now and ruin his chance to pounce on Moosefur? No, most of them sat down and watched him. Who didn't want to see a full-grown warrior yowl like a baby? Nah, they sat and waited.
The dark form of his brother grew closer, and as he reached the shadows closest to Moosefur, Ottersplash crouched low to the ground. He tensed his muscles, tail-tip flicking lightly. One...two...three... he pounced forward, landing just behind Moosefur and sinking his teeth lightly into the flicking tail. The effect was immediate. Moosefur sprang straight into the air, yanking his tail away from Ottersplash as he caterwauled in surprise. The dark warrior hit the ground running and raced straight out of camp. He didn't look back once.
Chuckles resounded around the camp as Ottersplash planted his butt on the warm, sunny ground. He watched his brother flee the camp with wide, amused eyes. Oh yeah, he got Moosefur good. A soft purr rumbled from his throat as he circled around and flopped himself on the ground. The dark brown tomcat curled into a ball and basked in the warm sunlight, right where his brother had been sleeping. Oh yeah, he'd got Moosefur good.[/size][/blockquote]