Jun 7, 2018 19:44:20 GMT
Post by Mausbär♡ on Jun 7, 2018 19:44:20 GMT
TARANTULASTAR
BASIC INFORMATION
NAME:Tarantulakit >> Tarantulapaw >> Tarantulahop>> Tarantulastar
AGE: Thirty Five Moons
GENDER: Tom
SEXUALITY: Homosexual
ALLEGIANCE: Coastclan
RANK: Leader
FAMILY:• NPC
• NPC
• Spider[Insert]
APPEARANCE
FULL DESCRIPTION: Tarantulastar is a mostly pure white tom with a patch of tabby on the right side of his face in a slightly deformed triangle. There is also a spot on the very top of his head, covering both of his ears, the majority slipping down the right side of his face. His back also holds an odd blob of tabby pattern that leads to his tail. His tail is also pure brown tabby with not a hint of white anywhere. He has dully amber colored eyes and is often thought to have a resting bitch face, though he's rarely angry, he promises! He's a slightly bigger than an average tom with a full, sturdy build that can pack a harsh blow.
SHORT DESCRIPTION: HERE
10 words minimum for short desc. What's this for? To add to the allegiances thread.
PERSONALITY
Despite the very intimidating picture I picked... Tarantulstar tends to be sweet. He is also able to keep his personal and professional business in two very separate categories. He's completely selfless, a mindset where everyone is before him, his paws move for his clan and the clan's safety. He would never want anything to happen to the ones he loves, making him very protective and hostile to those who pose a threat to the well being of others. He's a quiet tom for the most part, not much for basic social situations unless he needs to get involved. He will, however, never lose the chance to voice his opinion, even if it's against what all the other cats are thinking. He's not a follower, he will do his own thing, stand away from the majority who mindlessly follow. He wants to be as helpful as he can, and it makes him work to exhaustion. Staying up nights at a time to train until his paws just stop and force him to stop. It's unhealthy but he just can't imagine him messing up and someone's life coming from it.
HISTORY
Tarantulastar was born in a litter of two, being the biggest and the only tom. He shared his mother with a little sister named Spiderkit, a runty kitten that seemed quite tiny compared to Tarantulakit. Their kittenhood was incredibly uneventful, it went as most others did. They were loved and protected by a young she-cat who was anxious to get back to her regular warrior duties but was a bit nervous to let go of her kittens so that they could bloom into warriors themselves. The father wasn't much in the picture during their young lives, always at a distance and carrying on as if he didn't really have kits. The two kits were right on time to become apprentices.
Tarantulakit soon became Tarantulapaw, given a rough and rugged warrior to be his mentor. Going from lazing around a small den to suddenly being thrown head first into the big wide world was a big change for a cat. It took him a long time to properly adjust to being an apprentice, and have the responsibilities of becoming a warrior to sink into him. While he struggled with the basics of hunting, scenting, and general fighting his younger sister excelled beautifully. This caused Tarantulapaw to fall into a hole that he thought he couldn't crawl out of. He stopped trying and just couldn't shake a feeling that he wasn't ever going to be as good as Spiderpaw.
His mentor didn't like this, not one bit. He explained to Tarantulapaw that this wasn't some competition to see who was better at what. It was to learn what needed to be learned before they reached the age of a warrior. It was their job to protect the clan with their own lives, and his would end very quickly if he didn't stop moping around and learned how to be a provider for the clan. No matter how slow he learned or how sloppy he started it would pay off in the end. It had him thinking, his young mind turning and bubbling with thoughts that overwhelmed him at night. Something had kicked in, a need to get better. He wanted to get before his clan, not himself or to surpass his sister's actions.
Soon his fumbling legs learned to run and move through sand, mud, grass. He learned to swim, climb trees, maneuver on rocks. His unbalanced pouncing and careless steps turned silent and graceful. He was learning, it was slow, but there was an obvious improvement. The determination fueled him. His mentor quickly found that his legs were the most powerful parts of him, and decided to focus on that the most. He showed him tricks and techniques that would work specifically for him. Then, at the age of twelve moons, he became a warrior, Tarantulahop.
Tarantulahop was never happy with himself and what he could do, Spider was still better than him, and he felt like a mess up of a warrior. This caused him to work himself tirelessly day in and day out, training himself now. The thoughts of failing, and someone getting hurt by something he could have somehow prevented haunted him. He'd work until his legs gave out, and it became unhealthy at one point in his life, making a few worried about him.
Tarantulahop was loyal to his clan, he'd do absolutely anything for anyone's safety, he felt like he should be the last thing anyone should be worrying about. At the time his leader was old and little did the clan know he was on his last life. On a late night hunt, he had found his leader by the border. He was worried about foxes and just couldn't sleep properly, and soon one pounced. It aimed for the leader but Tarantulahop took the blow. He had been very lucky not to have died as the leader scrambled to get warriors, knowing that they'd need help. In the end, Tarantulahop was seen in a different light, his obsessive training and need to protect ending up saving the leader.
Soon he was a close friend of the leader and deputy. And soon the deputy died, and someone had to take his place. Those who assumed to be picked where three cats, a she-cat and two toms, Tarantulahop being one of them. When his name was called... everyone was rather skeptical. Was it favorites, he had only done one grand gesture and he was a bit off? The leader just had a feeling.
In the moons of being deputy not much seemed to happen. He was underestimated many of times, but as time went on and showed how dedicated he was to the clan, and some cats lightened up. After ten or so moons the leader finally passed on, and Tarantulahop wasn't ready to become the leader, though he didn't have much of a choice. He was given the name Tarantulastar, and Coastclan was his to protect now, all eyes on him.
RAZZ ♦ ADOXOGRAPHY
Tarantulakit soon became Tarantulapaw, given a rough and rugged warrior to be his mentor. Going from lazing around a small den to suddenly being thrown head first into the big wide world was a big change for a cat. It took him a long time to properly adjust to being an apprentice, and have the responsibilities of becoming a warrior to sink into him. While he struggled with the basics of hunting, scenting, and general fighting his younger sister excelled beautifully. This caused Tarantulapaw to fall into a hole that he thought he couldn't crawl out of. He stopped trying and just couldn't shake a feeling that he wasn't ever going to be as good as Spiderpaw.
His mentor didn't like this, not one bit. He explained to Tarantulapaw that this wasn't some competition to see who was better at what. It was to learn what needed to be learned before they reached the age of a warrior. It was their job to protect the clan with their own lives, and his would end very quickly if he didn't stop moping around and learned how to be a provider for the clan. No matter how slow he learned or how sloppy he started it would pay off in the end. It had him thinking, his young mind turning and bubbling with thoughts that overwhelmed him at night. Something had kicked in, a need to get better. He wanted to get before his clan, not himself or to surpass his sister's actions.
Soon his fumbling legs learned to run and move through sand, mud, grass. He learned to swim, climb trees, maneuver on rocks. His unbalanced pouncing and careless steps turned silent and graceful. He was learning, it was slow, but there was an obvious improvement. The determination fueled him. His mentor quickly found that his legs were the most powerful parts of him, and decided to focus on that the most. He showed him tricks and techniques that would work specifically for him. Then, at the age of twelve moons, he became a warrior, Tarantulahop.
Tarantulahop was never happy with himself and what he could do, Spider was still better than him, and he felt like a mess up of a warrior. This caused him to work himself tirelessly day in and day out, training himself now. The thoughts of failing, and someone getting hurt by something he could have somehow prevented haunted him. He'd work until his legs gave out, and it became unhealthy at one point in his life, making a few worried about him.
Tarantulahop was loyal to his clan, he'd do absolutely anything for anyone's safety, he felt like he should be the last thing anyone should be worrying about. At the time his leader was old and little did the clan know he was on his last life. On a late night hunt, he had found his leader by the border. He was worried about foxes and just couldn't sleep properly, and soon one pounced. It aimed for the leader but Tarantulahop took the blow. He had been very lucky not to have died as the leader scrambled to get warriors, knowing that they'd need help. In the end, Tarantulahop was seen in a different light, his obsessive training and need to protect ending up saving the leader.
Soon he was a close friend of the leader and deputy. And soon the deputy died, and someone had to take his place. Those who assumed to be picked where three cats, a she-cat and two toms, Tarantulahop being one of them. When his name was called... everyone was rather skeptical. Was it favorites, he had only done one grand gesture and he was a bit off? The leader just had a feeling.
In the moons of being deputy not much seemed to happen. He was underestimated many of times, but as time went on and showed how dedicated he was to the clan, and some cats lightened up. After ten or so moons the leader finally passed on, and Tarantulahop wasn't ready to become the leader, though he didn't have much of a choice. He was given the name Tarantulastar, and Coastclan was his to protect now, all eyes on him.
RAZZ ♦ ADOXOGRAPHY
