lionpaw.thunderclan.

NAME Lionpaw

GENDER Male

CLAN ThunderClan

RANK Apprentice

MENTOR No-one yet. Soon. >3

AGE 6 moons.

DESCRIPTION A muscular ginger and white tom.

APPEARANCE

Pretty. Very pretty. At least, in his own mind he is, others, not so much. The first thing that every cat sees is his fur, which is a lovely mix of ginger and white if he has his way about it. A majority of him is covered in long, dark ginger fur, though there are exceptions. His paws, and part of his face is a snow white in color. Around his neck, the white makes a wide collar, and runs down his stomach. The fur on his neck seems to be longest in length, though he's a rather fluffy cat over all. The tip of his tail, also is dipped in white, though he doesn't see this as a bad thing in the slightest. In fact, he takes quite a bit of pride in his long fur and bright coloring. Set in his face are two eyes an a nose. His eyes are more gold than yellow, and his nose a bright pink.

Beneath his long fur is muscle, at least developing muscle, and he weighs a ton due to it. He's not a small cat, in fact, he's quite large, and he's not even fully grown into himself. He's going to be a big cat when he's fully grown, but for now, he's just a baby monster. He's young, so he doesn't have any scars on him, but there is one trait that isn't completely physical. That's his voice. He may be an apprentice, and it's still breaking now and then, but when it's not, it's a voice of sin and dark chocolate, rolling and totally encompassing. Don't worry, he's noticed.

PERSONALITY

Proud

There are no words to describe how easily you can offend this tom, but his most sensitive attribute is his pride. He's a proud, rather vain cat, and to step on either of those qualities is something that he's not too keen you do. He's not bad tempered by nature, and he prefers to think himself a lover, not a fighter, but if you offend him, you'll find his temper is as sharp as his claws. He doesn't like to accept help, even when he needs it, and to admit that he can be killed is something that makes his skin itch like nothing else. He has a strong sense of self-pride, and to have to fall back on someone else to survive the danger, is something that he'll be furious about for moons. He's not going to thank you for saving his life. In his eyes, if he can't deal with it, then he deserves to die.

Flirt

While he despises to be compared to his daddy, he does share a few things in common, such as the ability to flirt without really thinking about it. It's as natural to him as saying thank you is to others. If you're pretty, he's going to hit on you, if you're handsome, he's going to hit on you. If you're horridly, horridly, horridly deformed, well, perhaps he'll find a nice thing or two to say about you. He likes the thrill of woo-ing whoever there is, to see them fall for it, and then to rip it away, tear it to bits, and walk away. He doesn't understand that just because he doesn't believe in love, doesn't mean that others don't. He likes to practice his skill, and as he ages, he just gets better and better at it, lucky boy that he is. While he may flirt, he doesn't believe in 'true love'. At least, he's never experienced it to the point where he believes in it. He rather scoffs at those that are super devoted to their mates, as he sees them as trapped in a noose.

Confident

Confident Some people ooze slime, others ooze uncertainty, he oozes confidence. He knows what he knows, and if he doesn't, well, he'll do his best to make you think he does. He doesn't expect rejection, and to be honest, he doesn't often get it. Some would say that his confidence is tinged with the atmosphere of a predator. Go figure. He can easily upset those that are a bit more shy, or are all bluster. In the occasions that he does in fact get rejected, he's smooth enough that he'll offer a congratulations, and then go side with your enemy. He's petty, like that. A bit like a spoiled child, if he doesn't get what he wants, he'll gladly take the side of your enemy, and watch you drown. He doesn't like to get rejected, and he'll make you regret that particular life choice, if it is within his power.

Admirer of beauty

Oh, he loves lovely things. Toms, She-cats, hell, anything in the world. Which in his mind, it's a pity that he must fight those that he admires, simply because they are not from the correct Clan. Not that there is any 'correct' Clan in his mind. He also is easy going enough to admire nature, not just other cats. he enjoys nothing more than a walk during newleaf, when leaves are blooming, and birds are fluttering about, and you can see what truly makes the world worth living in. At least, to his mind. He doesn't hate a particular season, and he doesn't love on season another more than another. He finds no point, as every season has a point to it, and every season has things that are simply beautiful in it, that make it unique. However, with his thick fur, leafbare is easiest for him to tolerate, and greenleaf the most difficult.



HISTORY

Born the only kit in his litter, he got the attention of both parents, something he was personally thrilled about. His mother, who had always wanted a daughter, was disappointed, but she thought perhaps she could at least instill some things in her only son. In Lionkit, she instilled the love of beauty, and that it should be admired in all forms, and those that destroyed it were nothing more than ignorant fools. No matter the fact that this beauty might be bearing down on them, trying to kill them. Needless to say, he rather took this to heart, and lived by this. You can bet this got him several strange looks from other cats in his Clan. From his father, he learned the art of love. And not with his father flirting with his mother. Strangely enough, she didn't mind. Despite the fact she taught him the joys of the world when it came to appearances, she wasn't the best mother. She cared for her son, but beyond making sure he didn't die, she had very little interest in him. Regardless of the attempts he made to garner a touch of her attention, and affection, it never inflated, or deflated really.

He always saw other cats with family's that were made up of a mommy and daddy, but in reality, his was made up of a mommy when it suited her, and a daddy when it suited him. He was just under the impression that perhaps that they were just busy. It wasn't until he was much older did he realize that perhaps it was not out of the very emotion that his father dabbled in that his parents had him. Perhaps, learning the truth ruined him.

Apprentice:

By time he was an apprentice, his parents were more than happy to see him out of the nursery, at least his mother was. She had what she wanted, the chance to be a mother, and she had found it was much not to her liking. Unfortunately, he was still under the impression that mommy loved daddy, and it wasn't until he saw his father flirting shamelessly with his mentor that he learned otherwise. When he confronted his sire, his ginger father merely snorted and informed his son that there was no such thing as true love. He had scoffed and told his father that love was a thing, it had to be, because it was the most priceless piece of beauty in the world. This earned him his father's scorn. From that moment, his father became nothing more than a foolish philanderer who tried to bed any cat that moved too close to him.

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