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Tutterpaw of WindClan
By: |Miroki| ~ Date: September 24, 2012, 5:10 pm
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Name:
Tutterkit ~ Tutterpaw ~ Tutterweisslacker
[tt]{weisslacker - a German cheese, which name means
'whitewashed'}[/tt]
Age:
6 moons
Gender:
Tom
Alliance:
WindClan
Rank:
Apprentice
Appearance :
This tom was always the weak type, skinny and small frame
setting on often stumbling paws. He appears almost like a rat,
with his thin shoulders and long skinny tail. It doesn't help
much that his face also holds that rodent-like look, with his
long muzzle and short, largely spaced, slightly rounded ears.
His nose is small too, a light, pale little-girl's-room pink
that sits in his elongated snout. Tutter's whiskers are short,
snow white bristles that stick out of his cheeks almost all the
time.
To further insult this young tom-cat's appearance is his
whiteout-colored pelt, and large pinkish-red eyes. Tutter being
an albino, of course. Unlike a rodent, however, this cat does
have small white pointed teeth, and retractable claws in a
similar color. Though, all cats have these things, so I would be
seriously worried if he didn't.
Personality :
In a nutshell, it can be said that Tutter is a very
misunderstood cat. On the outside he may seem apprehensive and
wary, and to a certain point that may be true. He's very
cautious as to who he befriends, having to watch someone very
closely to assess whether or not they would be a good
acquaintance or not. He also has this bad habit of giving people
the eye; staring at them with his head tilted half-down and
glaring full-force. Some would call him paranoid, and in a way,
that, too, is true.
Though, on the inside this tom doesn't really see himself as so
unsocial. His feelings truly get hurt when no-cat wants to come
and share fresh-kill with him, but he does find a way to deal
with that. Tutter gets mean. The tom will hiss and curse at cats
for random reasons, the littlest thing able to set him off in an
instant. He just keeps his true emotions hidden deep down, under
secure lock-and-key. Thus furthering himself from everyone else
even more.
If, and I mean if, you are somehow able to get past his
barriers what you find may surprise you. You'd find some-cat
whose scared, and who just wants someone to be there for him.
And you'd be surprised to find that Tutter's a very clingy cat,
and that he enjoys sitting out late at night to watch the moon
rise over the horizon and every to see star appear in the sky.
Some-cat who has a long way to go before they're truly at peace
with themselves, but who could defiantly get there. What you
find could just be considered beautiful.
---Likes :
- being with others
- watching the night sky
- honest cats
- peace
---Dislikes :
- cats who keep secrets
- not honest cats
- cats who judge a book by their cover
- cats who have no respect for the environment
[s](hippie...)[/s]
- fights
- showing his true self
---Strengths :
- agility, small lithe body
- running
- learning
---Weaknesses :
- true combat
- verbalization
- social interaction
- tree-climbing
History :
Originally born as Tutter in the Big Blue House, this young tom
used to be a member if the Tribe of Rushing Water, or at least,
his mom was. Not to soon before he was born, Tutter's mother
left her home tribe and went off in search of a ship that could
take her to Germany; where her mate had left for almost two
moons prier. Unbeknownst to her, she was carrying his kits, and
had only two while she was somewhere around the Clans. Later, a
patrol came and found the young family, only to discover that
they were a little too late. They found a young queen, curled
around two kits- one long since dead, the other barely clinging
to life- muttering to herself in a strange foreign language they
did not know.
After bringing the two breathing cats back to camp and burying
the other they quickly found that the queen had lost her mind,
approximately sometime between her kits' birth and when they
found them, barely saying anything understandable. She kept
referring the the small tom-kit as 'Tutter', and that was what
they assumed his name to be. Knowing that the young kit would be
better off with another family, they handed him over to another
young queen who had recently lost her litter in a recent badger
raid. The unnamed she-cat willingly swallowed some death-berries
not long after.
Life for Tutter after that was strange; he knew his 'mother'
didn't really give birth to him, or even cared about him much.
She had made it a point on many occasions to tell him so, after
all. Though, no one ever told him about his real parents, where
they are, or if he had any siblings. Since he had no memory of
when he was very little, as most cats do not, all he had to go
my were the whisperings of the older cats.
Tutter recently turned six moons old and has been made an
apprentice.
Roleplay Sample :
High Muse -
[quote] Lately it seemed that many a certain young tom's nights
were restless; tonight being one of these occasions. He didn't
exactly know why- okay, he did- but the tabby had decided to go
for a walk towards the river instead of brooding. Then he
planned to go to the WindClan border; solely for the nostalgia
of it. The weather had been starting to turn cooler, for which
this tom was thankful for; being the type to hate hot weather.
And it didn't bother him all that much, really, that prey would
be burrowing into dens in maybe a moon or less. Plants would
still be in an abundance until leaf-bare started to poke it's
ugly head in. That would be when things would go down hill,
Woodenpaw knew, he had been told many times before. He was
expected to die this year, he also knew that's what his mother
used to whisper about; her poor little boy dying of hunger in
leaf-bare because of his life-style.
That was one of the things his used-to-be-potential-partner
used to like about him, though. He was different. The gray tabby
sighed, knowing this was a bad thing to be thinking about.
Woodenpaw hadn't seen Joyride in over a moon, and he assumed the
older tom had forgotten about him, or had left for StarClan.
These thoughts had plagued him so much lately, hence why he
couldn't drift off into the land of dreams these days.
Padding further ahead the twelve-moon-old spotted another
figure by the water, the reflection of the tom dancing lightly
in the darkened river. He decided to hang back for a second, be
with his thoughts for now, since that appeared to be what the
other cat was doing anyways. There was something to he had to
consider, something he needed to decide on soon.
Woodenpaw didn't have any preferences in a partner, as long as
he found someone who cared about him and loved him for just
being him. Though, he had sworn of all relationships for awhile.
And what was he thinking, about to walk right over to the
border? This was all to much, the young tabby was tired, and he
couldn't help but cry. But, cats can't cry, so he just started
to shake a little, sobbing quietly under his breath. It was all
to much, but there was another cat near by, so he had to try and
hold in his little breakdown until he could at least get away.
But he made a mistake, because this just made him hiccup before
he could catch himself.[/quote]
Normal Muse -
[quote] Giggling lightly, the small tom-kit bounced over so he
was side-touching with Twitterkit. The tabby then proceeded to
place his paws at the base of her neck, and set his head lightly
on his wrists. He couldn't help but laugh at himself doing this,
because it probably looked very strange, but who really cared?
Excentriquekit was never the type to really pay attention to
what others said about him, he never really did mind. Most other
cats would, but I guess that's where the name Eccentric came
into play. "Twitter-y, Twitter-y, Twitterkit, would you like to
meet my Moemi one day? I'm sure she's around somewhere, please!"
Suddenly the young tom saw something so interesting, he had to
go see it now. So, with the best of his abilities, Excen tried
to climb over the she-kit, stumbling a bit and almost falling on
his face, before bounding across the nursery to none other than
a rock. It was a deep gray color, laced with almost
bleached-looking sand-lines. "Ruscello, Ruscello, look at this!
What's wrong with this rock? I think there's something trying to
eat it, Ruscello!" The little tabby screeched, leading back
suddenly and crouching down in a startled position. His eyes
were wide, and he was looking at the lump of material like it
would leap out at any moment and devour him. "D-Do you think
that's even possible? Something eating a rock? 'Cause I tried to
once, and it made my mouth leak that red stuff. Moemi wanted to
take me to a Medi-Cat, but I wouldn't let her. I've heard
sometimes cats never return after staying with them!" The young
tom stood up, looking up at the Latin-named cat with scared,
widened eyes.[/quote]
Low Muse -
[quote] Trying his hardest to squeal louder than he had before,
the small red point managed to raise the volume of his voice.
The sound was barely a normal meow, but that was something.
Canadiankit wiggled around, suddenly very conscious to the fact
that he felt wet, and he wanted to be cleaned. He tried to get
his mother's attention, but he only knew how to do that one way.
And he had already tried that, had meowed as loud as his small
lungs would, but it was barely even audible.
[/quote]
Comments :
I'm not sure why, but his name is a complete reference to the
mouse from Bear in the Big Blue House. Even though I haven't
even thought about it since I was very little, Tutter just came
to me when I was searching my brain for name ideas. I feel so
weird right now... :P (And these smiles are so cute.~)
#Post#: 553--------------------------------------------------
Re: Tutterpaw of ___Clan (H.P. Application)
By: -- pengy Date: September 25, 2012, 12:03 am
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Love this app <3 Accepted once you decide his alliance! As for
now, we are not picking MCA's, but show some interest and he
might get a spot. :)
#Post#: 555--------------------------------------------------
Re: Tutterpaw of ___Clan (H.P. Application)
By: Rain Date: September 25, 2012, 12:59 am
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[center][font=georgia]If you're gonna have him in Windclan I'll
remember to keep an eye on him.
#Post#: 568--------------------------------------------------
Re: Tutterpaw of ___Clan (H.P. Application)
By: invisible Date: September 25, 2012, 9:32 am
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[font=times new roman]sorry, we are not allowing any more HP
applications. They are already decided, and MCAs are chosen
ICly. But it is a beautiful app, and I'll accept it once you
decide on alliance.[/font]
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Re: Tutterpaw of WindClan
By: |Miroki| ~ Date: September 25, 2012, 4:26 pm
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Hum, done.~
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Re: Tutterpaw of WindClan
By: Memmy Date: September 25, 2012, 9:01 pm
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[font=arial]Approved. :) Just posting offically. :)[/font]
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