Post by Crowzerplorodon on Mar 4, 2009 22:06:19 GMT -5
[/s] Blackpaw ; Blackstorm[/ul]
Blackpaw
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Blackpaw is a brave cat. He doesn't seem to have fear and he's always trying to get the other apprentices to join him in something maybe not so smart. But that doesn't mean he's stupid, no. Blackpaw has quite the brain. When he chooses to use it of course. More often than not, his kit-like, mischievous side comes out and screws things up. It's actually rare to find Blackpaw being completely serious.
"I believe in rules. Sure I do. If there weren't any rules, how could you break them?" - Blackpaw
He breaks rules, simply put. Whether it's because of his once-loner nature or his knack for trouble, Blackpaw has a hard time keeping to the Warrior Code. It's not fun He'll say, reluctantly following his mentor around. He's been an apprentice for five moons now, since the start of the clans, and his mentor just knows Blackpaw's gonna see the other apprentices become warriors before he does if he doesn't shape up.
"Tolerance is a great trait to contain, but so is the ability to shut up." - Blackpaw
Blackpaw gets annoyed easily. Even if he can be rather annoying, it's not a difficult task for other cats to get on his last nerves. So while he'll normally sit their and nod quietly, waiting for the other to stop talking or realize he doesn't care, Blackpaw would rather have the cat learn to shut their muzzle.
"One of the hardest things to imagine is that you are not smarter than average." - Blackpaw
Because no matter who the cat is, they do have an ego. They do think they're always right. No matter how quiet or respectful they are. Everyone's got an opinion. And everyone thinks that their ideas are better. But to Blackpaw, none of it matters, 'cause no cat is better.
"Those who think they know everything are very annoying to those of us who do." - Blackpaw
While Blackpaw knows he doesn't know everything, he still likes to pretend it. If only to keep up his image.
"A word to the wise isn't necessary, it is the stupid ones who need all the advice." - Blackpaw.
Blackpaw at his finest. He never understood why cats gave other cats advice when the one giving the advice needed it more. Seriously, why bother wasting your time teaching a cat how to hunt if you can't even tell the difference between a mouse and a vole?
"A wise cat knows all the rules so he can break them wisely." - Blackpaw
Jumping back to his rebellious nature, it would be good to say that Blackpaw does know the boundaries of the Warrior Code. He knows what is to be expected from a clan cat. And he knows that he'll never be a warrior at the rate he's moving. But knowing the boundaries makes them so much easier to cross, and so much easier to stay behind.
With his rebellious nature and his tendency to get annoyed easily, Blackpaw can have quite the temper. Mostly when someone's acting stupid, though. His normal persona involves him just being relaxed, not really worried about what's going on, even being a little lazy.[/ul]
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He's also quite the schemer when he tries. Blackpaw can put his mind to thinking of a plan, then carry on with the leadership to see it through. It's just not easy to hit the cunning side of him.
When it comes to the clan, Blackpaw is average. He doesn't excel in hunting or fighting, even if he prefers hunting. Maybe it's because he's a little lazy, but Blackpaw never tries hard when his mentor teaches him a new technique.[/ul]
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"...Fine."
Reluctantly, the young cat began stalking, treading through the grass slowly. He wasn't actually tracking, no. His nose was clogged tight so he didn't have to put forth effort. But his aunt didn't know that...
"Pepper! Run!" His green eyes flashed, everything seeming to go slower as his aunt was dragged away by a large, hungry, fox. Before Pepper could run to help, a dark color blur rammed into the fox, causing the beast to release his aunt. But it didn't matter, Pepper could smell the blood. His aunt was dead. The blur fought with the fox for what seemed like eternity, claws flying as the new comer seemed to be winning in the fox's weakened state.
Moments later the fight ended, the fox lay dead on it's side, a long gash running down it's flank. Dallas, Pepper's father, stood over the creature, breathing heavily before collapsing.
"D-Dad? Are you ok?"
"Pepper, be glad your aunt is strong. She weakened the fox for me."
"Why... Why didn't she scent the fox?"
"Silly... kit. Your aunt's nose has failed her in her age..." And with that, Dallas was dead.
For almost a day Pepper sat there, trying to remember exactly how things had happened. And then it hit him. He could've scented the fox. If he hadn't been... faking it. His nose worked! Eyes glazed in sadness, Pepper began to search for his mother, finding her sitting with a small group of cats.
"We'll find them, Maybelle, don't worry."
"Mom.. I have to tell you-"
"Pepper! Oh Pepper!" And suddenly he was covered with licks and purrs. "I thought I had lost you! Where are your sisters?"
"Mom, I-I don't know... But something happened, something... bad. Dad and... Aunty are d-dead." The small tom muttered out.
From there it went down. It had been found out that Pepper's sisters had been killed by a predator, fox by the scent. The evidence pointed to their death, but it was never confirmed. Pepper and Maybelle mourned their losses and cursed the foxes that took their family.
Not long after, Pepper hit six moons, and began to travel farther from his mother, in search of something to do instead of mourning. One day he traveled much father, finding the clans that were just starting. The idea he was not a fan of. But he brought the information back to his mother.
"Join them Pepper."
"But I do not like it."
"Be with them Pepper."
"But I do not like them."
"Learn from them Pepper."
"What can they teach me?"
"A lot, Pepper."
The next morning Pepper could not find his mother and began his journey to the clans, joining up with FogClan for no particular reason.
For the next five moons he trained, getting better at things but never excelling. He made a bit of a name for himself, made friends easily, and managed to get over his kit-hood. It doesn't bother him anymore, he's learned that that's the way life goes sometimes.
But he will always wonder.
Then Mistpelt began.
Blackpaw never liked her. He didn't take well to authority, so natural the devout deputy wouldn't be his favorite cat in the world. Also, because of her heightened influence in the clan, it seemed his own warrior ceremony would be put off. As her attempts at "righteousness" increased, so did his loyalty to Owlstar. He likes to say he saw the betrayal coming, though if he's being honest, he never did. Something about it seemed perfectly insane to Blackpaw. But when it happened, the tom didn't hesitate to join Owlstar's cause, and leave with her.
He's much happier this way, traveling with the only cats he trusts anymore. It was a little heartbreaking, leaving FogClan. He won't be afraid to admit that. And sometimes he misses it - and Cinderpaw - with all his heart. But one look at Owlstar, and Blackpaw's doubts are pushed away. He knows he did what was right.[/ul]
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