Skypaw - Tom - Elder

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this i know

name
SKYPAW

here i call home

clan
SNAKECLAN

this i am

gender
TOM

how long i have been

age
24 MOONS

they see my skill

position
ELDER

my words are heard

personality
Despite the all-caps thus far, Skypaw is a sweet-tempered tom. Although he would willingly get onto all three of his good paws and defend SnakeClan to the death, part of him would recoil and flinch with every blow he struck. He doubts secretly that, even if his paw hadn't been mutilated beyond recognition, that he would've been a good warrior. He would rather have been a medicine cat, but that wasn't the path StarClan chose him to walk, and he's felt like a useless weight. He goes out and hunts prey whenever possible, but his 'demotion' to elder status means that he's not allowed out without an escort. He'll never receive his true warrior name, and at only 24 moons, that's a horrible thing to have to live down.

Although he's not a cheerful cat, per se, Skypaw will always be a good cat if you need to unburden something on. Because he's a bit of a coward, he never speaks over anyone, and he's never, never capable of getting angry --even if you make fun of his limp. But there's one thing that Skypaw loves, even more than the idea of becoming a medicine cat. To sing. SnakeClan's ancient tradition of song is a love that he's had since he was young, and even now, when it's far more dangerous for a deformed warrior to be out at night, he'll sneak out to a secret alcove in SnakeClan's rocks, where there's a little cave. He starts small: a few rhymes, some basic melodies. And then, when he's certain he's alone, he gets louder, singing at the top of his lungs and scaring away all the prey. It's an escape route, leading to a disembodied feeling that he loves, as if the song alone can keep him going.

my reflection torn

description
Skypaw has rather strange colouring for a SnakeClan warrior. Instead of being tabby or agouti, he's mostly white, with only a splash of tabby on the backs of his ears and the tips of his tail. His eyes are blue, round and innocent: completely unbecoming of a warrior and thus ironically appropriate to a cat who will never be ranked as more in the clan.
He's of regular height, but owing to the stub of a right fore-paw he's forced to adopt a limping gait that makes him seem smaller, and has developed a habit of bowing his head whenever he's talked to. As such, he doesn't hold any respect by any members of the clan, and he knows that that's why he can't ever truly be a member of SnakeClan. The only thing about him that makes him feel like he belongs is is love of song.
He's got a rather pigeon-esque chest, too, which is very handy for when he brings out his singing voice.

those who came before

parents
Daisyleaf (mother) - Gorseroot (father)

they who stand by my side

littermates
Briarthorn [F] - Rosewing [F] - Aspenfur [M] - Lilyflower [F]

this i have seen

history
Once upon a time, there were two SnakeClan cats. Gorseroot was descended from a kitty-pet, whose pure white fur had been passed down to certain members of the generation ever since. He was gentle and tactical in thought, always planning every move. Daisyleaf was a sweet young warrior, always out for adventure. Their romance was swift and simple, and soon it was as if they'd always been together. Kits were inevitable: with Gorseroot's planning, he even orchestrated it so that his kits would be born within the height of summer, and he brought them each a dandelion on the day of their birth.

Skykit, Rosekit, Aspenkit, Lilykit and Briarkit, names as light and sweet as the hearts of the parents who loved them. It became clear, though, that their parents' sweetness had to be earned and developed through punishment. All five of them were wild troublemakers, and they never stopped for breath. Screaming and shouting, noise-making and dancing through the camp came easily to most of the kits, though Skykit and Lilykit were more like their father: terrors, but quiet and methodical in their planning. Apprenticeship couldn't come quickly enough for their haggard mother.

Skypaw was apprenticed to an experienced warrior named Dustcloud, and his apprenticeship seemed to start off well. The five quickly set about making their own friends, and Skypaw, with his shy disposition, found a cat of similar temperament named Kitepaw. The two toms soon did everything together. From hunting to training, dancing and chasing and generally loving life and everything in it. Skypaw, whose eyesight was never terribly good, did his best to keep up with his friend without falling over, and Kitepaw did his best to match his stamina to his friend's.

But one day, there was a small fire in the territory. Not a huge deal: the fire hadn't covered a large area and the leader said quite explicitly that no-one was to go near. But Skypaw and Kitepaw were trouble, and they decided to go out and have a bit of fun. The blackened earth was still warm, though whether from fire or just the heat of the day was anyone's guess. It was an unusually warm day in the beginning of leafbare. Maybe the season wanted to spoil the last sunny day for everyone; maybe it was just Skypaw fooling around. But the two were playing chase among the blackened stumps, and Skypaw -thinking the earth flat and solid- ran his paw right onto a charred branch. The stump cracked, the paw went down, but Skypaw kept going. That is, until his paw collided with hot, hard stone a few fox-lengths down the hole that the branch had been covering.
Skypaw's wail of pain brought Kitepaw running. "I... I'll get the medicine cat..." Kitepaw whispered, horrified at his friend's injury.
But as with most breaks, there was little the medicine cat could do. The paw healed all wrong, twisted and broken into a useless lump at the end of his foot. And because Skypaw still hadn't finished growing, some strange, bony growths would develop where more bones were meant to be, thinly covered by skin.

The medicine cat said it was a wonder that his claws hadn't been out when he feel, or they might be digging into other parts of his skin constantly. But that was little consolation for the apprentice. As well as this, some sparks of the fire had burst upward from the log and singed his soft nose, while others had burned the pads of his hind paws. With his eyesight never good, his nose now in need of constant licking to keep it damp, and his paws desensitised from the burn, Skypaw thought that that was the worst that could happen to him. But his leader also decreed that Skypaw, now unable to really defend himself or catch prey, would become an elder. He even wanted to change Skypaw's name, but even his mother objected to that. "Bad enough that my kit is going to be an apprentice, but you want to take away the name he has, too?" She raged at him.

Now, Skypaw is still Skypaw. Briarthorn, Rosewing, Lilyflower and Aspenfur; even Kitescreech got his warrior name. But Skypaw is Skypaw, and he accepts that this is his fault. what he can't accept -what he'll never accept- is that he's become a dead weight and useless to his clan. This can't be all. And, coward though he is, Skypaw is still going to fight for his warrior name... If only he knew how.

these my words

role-play example
Smokeleaf's bio contains this fun XD.

they who controls me

autobiography
See Smokeleaf :).

[Raccoonstar]

omg....this is fantastic....if i have the authority...(or as cartman says it: authoritaah) i would say......with a drumroll....


ACCEPTED!

[Seafeather]

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