Post by WASPWING on Jun 9, 2015 10:32:14 GMT -5
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WASPWING Golden tom with a dark orange tail-tip, amber eyes. |
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Waspwing's glossy fur resembles the exoskeleton of the insect after which he was named. Aside from the dark orange rings in the middle of his tail and the dark orange tail tip, Waspwing's fur sports various shades of golds and yellows. He has a sharp muzzle and a triangularly-shaped head with ears almost comically too big for his skull. At the end of his long, spidery legs he has tiny, delicate-looking paws. His amber eyes glitter in an almost constantly condescending way, and his brow always seems to be furrowed aggressively. It's rare that you'll see his tail in any position but up if he isn't hunting, stalking, or otherwise doing something that requires it to be down or out of sight. When he sits, his default position is his muzzle sticking straight into the air and his chest puffed out like a king.
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personality[break]
When around other cats, Waspwing's personality can sting. He likes to brag about things he's good at; and if he isn't good at something, he may change the subject immediately to something he is, or bluff ridiculously to overcompensate. He's constantly scoffing at any "minor" achievement an apprentice completes, usually to hide the glint of approval in his eyes, and he uses sarcasm like it's going out of style. He relishes the feeling of fur ripping under his claws, but he usually waits for orders to attack before he uses them.
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However, beneath this sharp-tongued, cynical-seeming tom lies a deep thinker with a soft spot for kits and sunny Newleaf mornings. When he's alone, he often finds himself thinking of what happiness might be like, or where his brother is and if he's happy himself. He's tough on the apprentices of his Clan, but only so they may learn to be the best warriors they can be. It can be very hard for someone to plant themselves in the stony soil of Waspwing's heart, but once they're there, he can be a loyal companion and friend... He'll still be a sourpuss most of the time, but at least those close to him are rewarded with blunt honesty and a fierce cat to fight for them.
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history[break]
Waspkit was born into a tiny family; he was the only kit in his parents' second litter, but he had a brother from their first litter. His brother's name was Ratfur, and he was 12 moons his senior. From a very young age, Waspkit wanted to grow up to be just like him. A quarter moon before his apprentice ceremony, Waspkit had poked his tiny head into the Warriors' Den before the dawn patrol left. He swiveled his bat-like ears in every which direction, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hear the sound of his brother's snoring. Slightly frustrated, Waspkit had turned around and trotted back into the clearing in search for Ratfur, who had promised to teach him some battle moves later that morning. As he neared the Nursery, he'd heard his parents talking in hushed mews from behind the Apprentices' Den. Unconcerned, Waspkit had decided to return to his nest and get some sleep.
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Later that same morning, the leader had called an emergency meeting. Ratfur had been absent from the camp all day, and further investigation had revealed he'd been gone for most of the previous night, too. The only cat who seemed to have any clue what had happened to him was Galepaw, his apprentice. She had explained that he had spoken to her about leaving ShadowClan, but she hadn't taken him seriously; Ratfur was known for his pranks. His parents had been heartbroken by the abrupt departure, but Waspkit had been absolutely crushed.
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Every morning after his apprentice ceremony, Wasp-paw had awoken to the hope that he would see Ratfur later that evening. He had decided to train extremely hard to impress him, and he had dreams of going on patrol with him, brother backing up brother, until they'd return with enough fresh-kill to give every cat a feast for a moon. Wasp-paw held fast to the belief that Ratfur was just on an extremely important, super-secret mission, and he'd return.
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But as night after night passed, his warrior ceremony had crept nearer and nearer, and there had been no sign that Ratfur would ever trot into camp again. By the time he had finished his warrior vigil, Waspwing had finally lost hope, and for moons he'd fall asleep with his heart bleeding into his nest. He had become a completely different cat, constantly quarreling with his Clanmates and even raking a claw over their muzzles every once in a while. After cleaning the dens and searching the Elders for ticks for moons as punishment every time, he would always become oddly subdued. Recently, he has become a little more stable, but he is no less willing to open up the special spot in his heart that Ratfur had stolen from him.
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appearance
[break]Waspwing's glossy fur resembles the exoskeleton of the insect after which he was named. Aside from the dark orange rings in the middle of his tail and the dark orange tail tip, Waspwing's fur sports various shades of golds and yellows. He has a sharp muzzle and a triangularly-shaped head with ears almost comically too big for his skull. At the end of his long, spidery legs he has tiny, delicate-looking paws. His amber eyes glitter in an almost constantly condescending way, and his brow always seems to be furrowed aggressively. It's rare that you'll see his tail in any position but up if he isn't hunting, stalking, or otherwise doing something that requires it to be down or out of sight. When he sits, his default position is his muzzle sticking straight into the air and his chest puffed out like a king.
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personality
When around other cats, Waspwing's personality can sting. He likes to brag about things he's good at; and if he isn't good at something, he may change the subject immediately to something he is, or bluff ridiculously to overcompensate. He's constantly scoffing at any "minor" achievement an apprentice completes, usually to hide the glint of approval in his eyes, and he uses sarcasm like it's going out of style. He relishes the feeling of fur ripping under his claws, but he usually waits for orders to attack before he uses them.
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However, beneath this sharp-tongued, cynical-seeming tom lies a deep thinker with a soft spot for kits and sunny Newleaf mornings. When he's alone, he often finds himself thinking of what happiness might be like, or where his brother is and if he's happy himself. He's tough on the apprentices of his Clan, but only so they may learn to be the best warriors they can be. It can be very hard for someone to plant themselves in the stony soil of Waspwing's heart, but once they're there, he can be a loyal companion and friend... He'll still be a sourpuss most of the time, but at least those close to him are rewarded with blunt honesty and a fierce cat to fight for them.
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history
Waspkit was born into a tiny family; he was the only kit in his parents' second litter, but he had a brother from their first litter. His brother's name was Ratfur, and he was 12 moons his senior. From a very young age, Waspkit wanted to grow up to be just like him. A quarter moon before his apprentice ceremony, Waspkit had poked his tiny head into the Warriors' Den before the dawn patrol left. He swiveled his bat-like ears in every which direction, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hear the sound of his brother's snoring. Slightly frustrated, Waspkit had turned around and trotted back into the clearing in search for Ratfur, who had promised to teach him some battle moves later that morning. As he neared the Nursery, he'd heard his parents talking in hushed mews from behind the Apprentices' Den. Unconcerned, Waspkit had decided to return to his nest and get some sleep.
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Later that same morning, the leader had called an emergency meeting. Ratfur had been absent from the camp all day, and further investigation had revealed he'd been gone for most of the previous night, too. The only cat who seemed to have any clue what had happened to him was Galepaw, his apprentice. She had explained that he had spoken to her about leaving ShadowClan, but she hadn't taken him seriously; Ratfur was known for his pranks. His parents had been heartbroken by the abrupt departure, but Waspkit had been absolutely crushed.
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Every morning after his apprentice ceremony, Wasp-paw had awoken to the hope that he would see Ratfur later that evening. He had decided to train extremely hard to impress him, and he had dreams of going on patrol with him, brother backing up brother, until they'd return with enough fresh-kill to give every cat a feast for a moon. Wasp-paw held fast to the belief that Ratfur was just on an extremely important, super-secret mission, and he'd return.
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But as night after night passed, his warrior ceremony had crept nearer and nearer, and there had been no sign that Ratfur would ever trot into camp again. By the time he had finished his warrior vigil, Waspwing had finally lost hope, and for moons he'd fall asleep with his heart bleeding into his nest. He had become a completely different cat, constantly quarreling with his Clanmates and even raking a claw over their muzzles every once in a while. After cleaning the dens and searching the Elders for ticks for moons as punishment every time, he would always become oddly subdued. Recently, he has become a little more stable, but he is no less willing to open up the special spot in his heart that Ratfur had stolen from him.
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claims
CLAN -
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[b][color=E8FAFA]Waspwing[/color][/b] [i]short description.[/i]WHO'S WHO -
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[font color="02a1a7"]▍[/font] [b][a href="http://xxnewdawn.proboards.com/user/260"]WASPWING[/a],[/b] + SHADOW + WARRIOR + 25 MOONS
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