Post by Jelly on Mar 27, 2013 2:15:43 GMT -5
G E N E R A L
Name - Smallfoot
Former Names - Smallpaw | | Smallkit
Age - 23moons
Gender - Tom
Personality - Smallfoot is not your average happy-go-lucky tom. That is not to say that he is a gloomy grump, but he is somewhat reserved and quiet. He never had much confidence and after his incident with the fox on the grassy knoll he has been disappointed at his subdued performance caused by his leg injury. Never was he very gifted in any one talent, besides his quick paws. You might think that because of his shortened legs he would be a poor runner, but it is quite the contrary, with his powerful haunches and shoulders he was once able to push himself further than most of his clan-mates until, of course, his injury diminished his run into little more than a limped jog. As you can imagine having the one trait that set you aside from your fellow clan-mates removed could be quite discouraging. He now feels like more of burden than anything, but continues to preform exercises assigned to him by the medicine cat to help insure a stronger recovery.
Name - Smallfoot
Former Names - Smallpaw | | Smallkit
Age - 23moons
Gender - Tom
Personality - Smallfoot is not your average happy-go-lucky tom. That is not to say that he is a gloomy grump, but he is somewhat reserved and quiet. He never had much confidence and after his incident with the fox on the grassy knoll he has been disappointed at his subdued performance caused by his leg injury. Never was he very gifted in any one talent, besides his quick paws. You might think that because of his shortened legs he would be a poor runner, but it is quite the contrary, with his powerful haunches and shoulders he was once able to push himself further than most of his clan-mates until, of course, his injury diminished his run into little more than a limped jog. As you can imagine having the one trait that set you aside from your fellow clan-mates removed could be quite discouraging. He now feels like more of burden than anything, but continues to preform exercises assigned to him by the medicine cat to help insure a stronger recovery.
L O Y A L T I E S
Season Born - Late New-leaf
Clan - StreamClan
Rank - Warrior
Former Ranks - Apprentice | | Kit
Birth Clan - StreamClan
Birthplace - StreamClan nursery
Season Born - Late New-leaf
Clan - StreamClan
Rank - Warrior
Former Ranks - Apprentice | | Kit
Birth Clan - StreamClan
Birthplace - StreamClan nursery
A P P E A R A N C E
Smallfoot is an unusually small tom, though, it isn't so much that he has a small body, in fact, he is rather broad-shouldered as most StreamClan cats are but his legs are considerably shorter than most of his clan-mates giving him an almost stubby and compact appearance. Despite his shorter legs he was lucky enough to gain a lengthy plumed tail and ears that stretch out longer than most. Smallfoot is a brown tabby tom with notably thick fur that helps to defend him against offensive threats as well as the buffeting winds that roll down from the nearby moors.
Smallfoot is an unusually small tom, though, it isn't so much that he has a small body, in fact, he is rather broad-shouldered as most StreamClan cats are but his legs are considerably shorter than most of his clan-mates giving him an almost stubby and compact appearance. Despite his shorter legs he was lucky enough to gain a lengthy plumed tail and ears that stretch out longer than most. Smallfoot is a brown tabby tom with notably thick fur that helps to defend him against offensive threats as well as the buffeting winds that roll down from the nearby moors.
A T T R I B U T E S
[/b] Fighting 5/10 | | Hunting 6/10 | | Tracking 5/10 | | Socializing 5/10 | |[/center]Totals -
H E R I T A G E
Blood - 100% StreamClan
Mother - Marigoldnose
Father -
Siblings - Bumblefur, Mousestep
Crush - None
Mate - None
Kits - None
Mentor - Applestar
Apprentices - None
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H I S T O R Y
Smallfoot is like any other warrior. He has had happy times, and sad times. As well as his fair share of drama. Though his encounters with displeasure and hurt may seem petty to some characters throughout his story, they aren't to him. He takes everything to heart and has never claimed to be of the strongest will, or the strongest of claws.
There was nothing notable enough to mention of Smallfoot's kithood. He was born along side Bumblekit and Mousekit, who looked very similar to him in both size and color. Son of Dusktail and Marigoldnose. Smallfoot and his siblings never had the luxary of knowing their father, which is not uncommon among Warrior Cats, as he died in the battle that won StreamClan back the Grassy Knoll. But now, this is not a tale of fine deeds and sacrifice, this is the story of a young tom who's story is stilling being written by sandy paws and is not yet set in stone by time. So lets us save the great epics of fallen heros for another time, and take a step forward.
Once Smallfoot reached six moons he was to be mentored by Applestar, a great honor indeed. Why Applestar chose him as his apprentice, Smallfoot has wondered many times. The leader never seemed satisfied with his performance, he always pushed Smallfoot to work harder and to not give up. He was diligent and enthusiastic. Everything a mentor should be. But even so, the young apprentice could not understand his teaching methods and preferred a more subtle way of learning. And so, the two began to grow distant. Smallfoot took to taking lengthy walks throughout the forest in an attempt to avoid his mentor. He lacked in his training and the progress during his apprenticeship quickly declined. When he did train, he never seemed to be good enough. Always too slow, too weak. Applestar was very encouraging of Smallfoot but after some time he began to consider Smallfoot as lazy. In truth, he always tried his hardest when he trained but he just couldn't live up to the expectations set for him. If there was one thing he managed to learn from Applestar, it was to always give it your best and never pull up. And that's exactly what he did, even if his mentor never realized it.
By the time Smallfoot reached warrior age, he and Applestar had grown to dislike each-other greatly. No longer was knowledge exchanged from mentor to student or feathery meals shared after a long days work. Instead, the adolescent took to helping out the younger apprentices during their training and attaching himself to any patrol he could in order to avoid Applestar altogether. It wasn't hard, since Smallfoot was almost sure the leader had better things to do than chase around a reluctant apprentice, even if it was his own. Even with his now dried bonds to his mentor, Smallfoot still managed to pass his final assessment. He was to graduate to warrior by right unless, of course, his mentor said otherwise. But that was not the case, Smallfoot had half expected Applestar to hold him back from his ceremony, but then, he was probably just was eager to be rid of Smallfoot just as Smallfoot was eager to be rid of him.
It was not long after receiving his new suffix, foot, for his exceptional running abilities, that Smallfoot began to take walks once again. Going on solitary hunts or spending his hours sunning himself within the forest. He enjoyed the isolation and would sometimes even skip out on a patrol in order to take a stroll. He didn't seem to think ahead of his actions despite his thoughtful nature. Life for him was good, besides the occasional lecture from a senior warrior on his performance he had everything he wanted. Until one day when a fellow clan-mate approached him stating that he was to join in on the patrol to help drive out a fox den. He was fearful and cowardly so instead of backing up his fellow warriors, he slipped away behind the group and decided to take his usual stop at the grassy knoll and began to wait for enough time to gather so that he may convince his clan-mates that he had gotten separated from the group and had no choice but to turn back after unsuccessfully locating the rest of his patrol. It was a shallow lie, but it was all he could come up with. On his way back down the knoll, he was caught by surprise by the fox in which his patrol had been tracking. It spat and growled, with it's auburn bristled fur raised high before it, in one swift movement, lunged for Smallfoot's chest. The young warrior easily dodged the attack but instead of pulling back, the fox whipped to the side and without hesitation, split it's teeth though his hind leg. The fox tore deep into the flesh and tissue causing permanent damage to Smallfoot's leg that resulted in a very defined limp. Luckily for him, the rest of the patrol had been tracking the fox and came to his rescue before it could deal any more damage to his body. If you where to ask him why he was on the Grassy Knoll when he was meant to be with his patrol, he would tell you he had went on ahead and tracked it to the location in hopes that he could scare it off before anyone would have to get hurt. But after that encounter, he has never wiggled out of his duties. Though he now is hindered to little more than a noisy wobble whenever he tries to run, for he is no longer able to push himself past an uneven sprint where as he was once held pride in his speed. Even now he still feels guilty for leaving his patrol behind, but it may not be the patrol he feels sorry for, but rather himself.
Smallfoot is like any other warrior. He has had happy times, and sad times. As well as his fair share of drama. Though his encounters with displeasure and hurt may seem petty to some characters throughout his story, they aren't to him. He takes everything to heart and has never claimed to be of the strongest will, or the strongest of claws.
There was nothing notable enough to mention of Smallfoot's kithood. He was born along side Bumblekit and Mousekit, who looked very similar to him in both size and color. Son of Dusktail and Marigoldnose. Smallfoot and his siblings never had the luxary of knowing their father, which is not uncommon among Warrior Cats, as he died in the battle that won StreamClan back the Grassy Knoll. But now, this is not a tale of fine deeds and sacrifice, this is the story of a young tom who's story is stilling being written by sandy paws and is not yet set in stone by time. So lets us save the great epics of fallen heros for another time, and take a step forward.
Once Smallfoot reached six moons he was to be mentored by Applestar, a great honor indeed. Why Applestar chose him as his apprentice, Smallfoot has wondered many times. The leader never seemed satisfied with his performance, he always pushed Smallfoot to work harder and to not give up. He was diligent and enthusiastic. Everything a mentor should be. But even so, the young apprentice could not understand his teaching methods and preferred a more subtle way of learning. And so, the two began to grow distant. Smallfoot took to taking lengthy walks throughout the forest in an attempt to avoid his mentor. He lacked in his training and the progress during his apprenticeship quickly declined. When he did train, he never seemed to be good enough. Always too slow, too weak. Applestar was very encouraging of Smallfoot but after some time he began to consider Smallfoot as lazy. In truth, he always tried his hardest when he trained but he just couldn't live up to the expectations set for him. If there was one thing he managed to learn from Applestar, it was to always give it your best and never pull up. And that's exactly what he did, even if his mentor never realized it.
By the time Smallfoot reached warrior age, he and Applestar had grown to dislike each-other greatly. No longer was knowledge exchanged from mentor to student or feathery meals shared after a long days work. Instead, the adolescent took to helping out the younger apprentices during their training and attaching himself to any patrol he could in order to avoid Applestar altogether. It wasn't hard, since Smallfoot was almost sure the leader had better things to do than chase around a reluctant apprentice, even if it was his own. Even with his now dried bonds to his mentor, Smallfoot still managed to pass his final assessment. He was to graduate to warrior by right unless, of course, his mentor said otherwise. But that was not the case, Smallfoot had half expected Applestar to hold him back from his ceremony, but then, he was probably just was eager to be rid of Smallfoot just as Smallfoot was eager to be rid of him.
It was not long after receiving his new suffix, foot, for his exceptional running abilities, that Smallfoot began to take walks once again. Going on solitary hunts or spending his hours sunning himself within the forest. He enjoyed the isolation and would sometimes even skip out on a patrol in order to take a stroll. He didn't seem to think ahead of his actions despite his thoughtful nature. Life for him was good, besides the occasional lecture from a senior warrior on his performance he had everything he wanted. Until one day when a fellow clan-mate approached him stating that he was to join in on the patrol to help drive out a fox den. He was fearful and cowardly so instead of backing up his fellow warriors, he slipped away behind the group and decided to take his usual stop at the grassy knoll and began to wait for enough time to gather so that he may convince his clan-mates that he had gotten separated from the group and had no choice but to turn back after unsuccessfully locating the rest of his patrol. It was a shallow lie, but it was all he could come up with. On his way back down the knoll, he was caught by surprise by the fox in which his patrol had been tracking. It spat and growled, with it's auburn bristled fur raised high before it, in one swift movement, lunged for Smallfoot's chest. The young warrior easily dodged the attack but instead of pulling back, the fox whipped to the side and without hesitation, split it's teeth though his hind leg. The fox tore deep into the flesh and tissue causing permanent damage to Smallfoot's leg that resulted in a very defined limp. Luckily for him, the rest of the patrol had been tracking the fox and came to his rescue before it could deal any more damage to his body. If you where to ask him why he was on the Grassy Knoll when he was meant to be with his patrol, he would tell you he had went on ahead and tracked it to the location in hopes that he could scare it off before anyone would have to get hurt. But after that encounter, he has never wiggled out of his duties. Though he now is hindered to little more than a noisy wobble whenever he tries to run, for he is no longer able to push himself past an uneven sprint where as he was once held pride in his speed. Even now he still feels guilty for leaving his patrol behind, but it may not be the patrol he feels sorry for, but rather himself.
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Love/Family | | Crush | | Highly Respected | | Respected | | Best Friend | | Friend | | Neutral | | Confused | | Fear | | Envy | | Dislike | | Hate | | Sympathetic | | Mournful | | Apologetic
WIP
Bio layout (c) Mudstripe and Katstica
[/font]Love/Family | | Crush | | Highly Respected | | Respected | | Best Friend | | Friend | | Neutral | | Confused | | Fear | | Envy | | Dislike | | Hate | | Sympathetic | | Mournful | | Apologetic
WIP
Bio layout (c) Mudstripe and Katstica
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