"Wᴇʟʟ, ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. Yᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ Sᴘᴀʀʀᴏᴡᴘᴀᴡ, I sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ."Ｌｅｔ'ｓ ｓｔａｒｔ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｅ ｂａｓｉｃｓName ♒ "I was named Sparrowkit when I was born due to my pelt coloration."Wanted warrior name ♒ "I doubt we apprentices are allowed to choose our names, but I'd like to be called Sparrowflit."Gender ♒ "...wait, what? What kind of question is that? I am a tom, not some frilly she-cat, for goodness sakes."Age ♒ "I am currently ten moons old, to be precise."Current rank ♒ "I am an apprentice."Ａ ｌｏｏｋ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅAppearance ♒ "Don't play dumb with me, I'm standing right in front of you. Look, I'm waving a paw in front of your face. If you can see that, then you know what I look like." Sparrowpaw is a lean short-furred brown tom with sharp amber eyes. His tabby fur is flecked with streaks of white, dark brown, and black, making his pelt resemble the feathers of a sparrow, hence his name. He has black-tufted ears and small black paws. His chest and stomach is splashed with white, and his tail is striped with a creamy color. He is rather small for a tom of his age, but he doesn't let that bother him.
Distinct markings ♒ "I'm not even going to answer that." Sparrowpaw has very few prominent markings, but his left ear is nicked and he is missing a part of his tail due to an incident that occurred when he was young.
Ｄｉｇｇｉｎｇ ｄｅｅｐｅｒPersonality ♒ "Huh. I just do my best to be myself." |quick-witted - moody - free-spirited|On the outside, Sparrowpaw may just seem like a normal young tom with the occasional bursts of a fiery temper. In reality, however, he is cunning, very intelligent, judgmental and wary.
Sparrowpaw had been born with a quick wit and an even quicker tongue, the latter of which he uses to great extent whenever possible. If one annoys or irritates him, he would retort back with some sarcastic remark or jab to the other's pride. Very rarely does he go so far as to physically swipe at a Clanmate; even in battle he prefers to negotiate with words rather than claws.
Most of the time, he is in a decently neutral mood in which he treats his Clanmates with good humor. Sometimes, however, he has these extremely large mood swings. One moment he could be cheerful, playful and happy-go-lucky; the next moment he could be a brooding storm cloud that ignores and resents everyone. It is during these latter moods when he withdraws from the world around him. Nobody, including himself, knows exactly why he has these mood swings, but he has long ago shrugged them off as a normal part of his life.
It may be hard to envision this calm, cool-headed tom to have such a free heart; but it is true - he values freedom over everything else (aside from his Clan). He hates small, enclosed spaces, and sometimes can feel restless even in his own nest in the apprentices den. He enjoys wandering out of camp into the forest alone, and can sometimes be found sitting in a tree, gazing up into the stars.
History ♒ "Yeah, as if I'll be telling that to you."---A shadow slipped through the darkness, stumbling awkwardly over twigs and stones and blundering through the undergrowth. The moonlight shone overhead in broken fragments through the trees, setting the cat's pelt alight with silver fire.
Silverstreak finally burst into the clearing, gasping and panting for breath. The brown tom that paced agitatedly in the meadow brightened visibly and hurried over, raining licks on the she-cat's ears.
"What is it, Silverstreak? Why are you in such a rush?" the tom purred affectionately at his mate.
Silverstreak ducked away and backed up, eyes wide. "We can't meet anymore, Dusty," she whispered, her voice trembling with barely contained fear.
Dusty stared back in shock, amber eyes wide. He started to run after Silverstreak as she broke away at a staggering run.
"Silverstreak - Silverstreak, what's wrong?" the tom all but wailed. "I love you - I'll never let anybody hurt you! Silverstreak, why are you scared of me?"
The she-cat glanced back once, her eyes brimming with pain, and she answered in barely a whisper; "I'm expecting kits."
The forbidden relationship was brought to a halt that night. When Silverstreak finally gave birth, she died in the process, having lost too much of her lifeblood while kitting. She left behind a single little tomkit, whom was the spitting image of his father.And thus, the nameless kit was found in a forest, vainly trying to suckle from his dead mother. He was immediately brought back to the Clan camp, and through the confusion and sorrow of having to bury the dead queen, the kit was given the first name that came to everyone's minds; Sparrowkit, named for his dappled brown pelt.
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I grew up aimlessly in the nursery. I wasn't the most sociable kit, instead preferring to chase mossballs and imaginary prey by myself, but I got along with my denmates fine. I only had one friend; Aspenkit, a pretty milky-white she-cat with these beautiful green eyes...
Kithood passed by, but it didn't seem to pass fast enough. That is, until one night I woke up to the whisperings of my denmates. You see, some of the more rambunctious kits had gathered together and plotted to escape the confines of the camp at night. There was a fox that had been troubling the Clan for the past few days, and my fellow kits wanted to go and chase it out. It seemed like the prospect of an awesome adventure back then, so I agreed when they invited me. We were just about to sneak out when we were caught by Aspenkit. When she found out what we were planning on doing, she wanted to come, too. The others were at first reluctant to bring her along on our 'mission', but she persisted and finally tagged along.
So, there were five of us; the three littermates Falconkit, Shatterkit, and Shadowkit, and of course there was me and Aspenkit. Five fluffy kits against a bloodthirsty fox; it was a daft plan, I was so stupid not noticing what a bad plan it was.
So, we wandered the forest until we came upon this reeking stench. We guessed it was the fox, so we followed it, trying to locate the predator. And find we did; it burst right out of a bramble bush while we were passing by, and in a heartbeat it had Shatterkit in its jaws. It was only then when we started to realize that we had made a stupid mistake.
Falconkit threw himself at the fox's paws while I swiped at its muzzle. It swiped right back at me, and nearly took off my ear. Nonetheless we continued fighting.
Some time later we were all exhausted. Shatterkit had long since gone to StarClan; Falconkit was bleeding his life away into the leaves. Shadowkit had lost practically half her face; she was still trying to claw at the fox but was rapidly losing blood. Aspenkit could barely move. As the only tomkit left, I tried to protect the two, I really did... but then the fox sent a lashing blow past my weak defense and Shadowkit fell.
The fox's jaws clamped around my tail. Worst pain I had ever experienced. I thought I was seriously dead when Aspenkit unexpectedly hurled herself at the fox's jaws, then everything went black.
I woke up in the medicine den; all my denmates were gone. They couldn't even recover Aspenkit's body; the fox had taken it away.
I lost half my tail from that attack; its still scarred today.
When I healed I became an apprentice; but my past, it will always haunt me, I swear..."
---Ｓｍａｌｌｅｒ ｄｅｔａｉｌｓFamily? ♒ "The Clan told me my mother was a silver tabby she-cat named Silverstreak. It rumors that my father was a rogue, and that my birth broke the warrior code."Mate/crush? ♒ "I don't think I'll ever like anybody. It'll be too restraining, being stuck with a mate for the rest of your life." Crush is open.
Other? ♒ (None)
the heading 'Sparrowpaw' was made by using fontmeme
picture, form layout and character made by myself (captain greenleaf)
RP belongs to Beguile
