Post by __ S K Y E on Oct 23, 2008 23:40:38 GMT -5
the preface[/color]
· n a m e d after t h e baby b l u e sky -- S K Y P A W
torn t h r e a d s of f a d e d dreams-- Skypaw or "Sky" of TEALCLAN
· a g e -- n i n e and a h a l f moons
· g e n d e r -- n o t at a l l your a v e r a g e boy [tom-cat]
· d. n. a. -- a n d the c a m e r a takes t h e p i c t u r e [random]
· a l i g n m e n t -- sometimes i t takes l o n g e r to c a t c h up [APPRENTiCE]
· s t a n d i n g -- the w o r l d just f e e l s so t i p s y - t u r v y under t h e
T E A L waters. [TC]
· i m a g e s -- shy nature splotched figure +twisting, limber frame && cloudless eyes of blue
the story
• Physical Description
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Don't for one single moment think you know me
just because you know my name
Many say that the apprentice is like the heavens he was named after, handsome and breathtaking but with a certain modest charm that makes watching him all that worthwhile. Golden rays of shimmering light that are cast down from the great expanse of sky that hangs above the world's head, glittering and warm, are very much the likeness of Skypaw. In a way, he is like the world; he is natural and sweet, but not beautiful (not like Crowflight, anyway) and in that same way, lends a sort of beauty.
Much like a photograph in this way, his appearance - at first glance - is not one to be marveled. Pale milky-white hues encased in splattered shades of varying amber-gold, sallowed ebonite, honeyed-yellow and sterling silver, he looks identical to the all of the other apprentices, the painted splashes neither bland nor contrasting. Covering the apprentice's body is a semi-thick coat of creamy calico fur, shining with the beauty of warm rays of sun filtering through the leaves of the forest. The countless individual hairs that make up her luminous pelt are somewhat longer than normal, giving Skypaw a tussled and carefree appearance, like a plain of grasses waving and bending under the weight of the breeze.
From a distance, this little feline looks like the average cat -- a young splattered tom, tinged with hues of gray, red and white, with wide-blue eyes. He is far from the perfect figure that his uncle, the deputy, is or the strong, confident warrior that his father was; he is shy and humble, above all, with no striking charateristics that makes him stand out. He is lanky and disproportion; his eyes are too wide and too far apart, with a small nose that bridges down almost perfectly; his paws are large, giant even, and makes him trip more than once a day; though his mouth supports sharp ivories like any other, his jaw is too straight, too narrow and too lean, accompanied by very plush - childish even - cheeks.
When one looks closer and inspects his multicolored pelt, they can see the striking hues that mingle and thread themselves between his calico coloring. The majority of his forelegs and chest is a soft ivory, much like that of a cumulus cloud. His cheeks, warm and round with a childish hint to them, bear a gentle red-brown hue. His face, like that of a puzzle, are spread into many different shades -- starting as the palest of gingers or grays, and darkening to a shaded black, darker than the blackest seas, at the tips of his ears accompanied by the glowing golden-brown and blinding scarlet. The top of his shoulders, hips, bottom of his paws, chest, and chin are all milky-white where as parts on his legs and flanks are shaded in a moon-washed silver, differing to a starling bronze.
As for his size and stature, Skypaw is small for an eight-moon old apprentice; his sister is taller than him, even though she's certainly not as disproportionate. The young tom is limber and lithe with supple muscles beneath his surprisingly lean frame and has short strong bones wrapped with powerful muscles, the cause of his father's strict training method. Because of his shockingly great wisdom and desire to learn instead of being drowned in the dramas of everyday life, as with most apprentices his age, he is exceedingly apt at the ability to stealthily creep through the undergrowth (his pelt being camouflaged) to noiselessly catch and kill her prey. Despite his smaller size, he is quite good at overpowering his opponents, but is far better at outrunning them and prefers it, which resulted in the young feline's body becoming more agile and swift than one would assume of him. Though he is strong, the tom's structure is wiry and lean, not bulky with large amounts of muscle and sinew.
Sitting on the front of the cat's quiet, but kind, face are two wide sky-colored eyes, shining with all the life the sun and sky brings to the earth. Flecked with darker indigo around the edges, the tom's masks of false emotion are often thrust forward and flow freely into his bright optics, pouring them into the open for the world to see when they are not clouded over with thought - which in that case - they bear a striking similarity the the glittering shine of the lake, its shimmering streams sparkling behind blue stone. Perhaps the most admirable feature about him, and possibly the reason behind his name, his shockingly-blue pools of cloudless cobalt are wide and beautiful, often enabling the cat he stares down with a case of the shivers if they don't drown in the depths of his intense, almost calculating, gaze. Perhaps the size of two full moons, the cobalt orbs have the tendency to flicker to a pale cerulean or darken to a fierce quartz depending on his mood.
Below his glistening pools sits a short muzzle, tipped with a pink nose and a sharp set of jaws. Although a set of fatally sharp teeth sit within his maw, they shine like pearls on the ocean floor, and together create a warm and radiant smile when he decides to show it. Most of the time, his lips are quirked into a thoughtful frown and occasional the edges of his mouth twist into a frustrated frown, but very rarely a menacing snarl.
Cats say he's pretty; he ignores them. How can a tom be pretty? It's just pity. Or at least, that's what Staticpaw would tell him if she spoke to him; wouldn't she?
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strengths;;
[coming]
-not done-
weaknesses;;
i'LLkeepQUIETuntilTHEYareNOmoreSIRENS
-here-
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• Personality
We're like crayons
It doesn't matter what color we are,
it's the picture we make.
[work in progress]
likes;;
coming
-not done-
dislikes;;
coming
-not done-
• History[/i]
Recipe for success:
Study while others are sleeping;
work while others are loafing;
prepare while others are playing;
and dream while others are wishing.
[work in progress]
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