Post by MM on Jul 23, 2016 7:32:21 GMT
☀ Mudfish ☀
name: mudkit - mudpaw - mudfish
gender: male
age: 15 moons
clan: riverclan
position: warrior
short description: Sleek brown tom with amber eyes.
appearance:
This average-sized tom is covered head to tail in a uniform shade of chocolatey brown, with light amber eyes peering out at the world with a light-hearted twinkle. His ears always seem pricked and prominent. Underneath his fur, Mudfish boasts muscles well refined by moons of swimming and moves far more gracefully and powerfully in the water than he ever could on land. Hidden also are numerous little scratches and cuts all over his body (mainly around his paw pads and legs) from sharp rocks at the river’s bottom***. Mudfish always seems to walk around like he’s treading water: light, lithe steps and tail parallel with the ground or curled higher. He says this helps train him for swimming.
personality:
Mudfish shouldn’t have been born a cat, really. When his warrior name was bestowed upon him, every cat in the clan unanimously agreed that it was exceedingly apt. The brown tom is an absolute natural in the water. He becomes twice as fast as he is on land, well-honed muscles working like oiled machinery, and he’s able to stay down for longer than the usual cat due to his increased lung capacity. If he ever has free time you’ll for sure find him frolicking in the river, and he’d invite you in as well.
As a cat, Mudfish is loyal almost to a fault…but not necessarily to his clan. No, this particular feline is a prisoner to his own heart. He prefers to follow his own beliefs and moral compass. If his leader commands the opposite of what he thinks is right, then Mudfish will simply not budge. To StarClan with the consequences. His staunchness (some would call stubbornness) that follows when he decides on a course of action is both a strength and a weakness. It harkens to his inherent determination but also leaves him prone to dismissing other ideas once he’s had his own. In the same vein, Mudfish doesn’t believe in authority immediately translating into respect. If you want something, you have to earn it instead of it being tossed at your paws like so much fresh kill.
From this you might not think that Mudfish is much of a trusting type, and in that conclusion you’d be about half right. The tom, as mentioned above, puts a lot of faith in his heart. This is because most times what leads him in life isn’t his brain but his intuition. That’s not to say Mudfish has hairballs for brains, just that he’s driven by passion and morality. Fairness instead of justice, one could say. Would you go so far as to call him impulsive? That word got shouted at him when he was an apprentice, and nowadays he’s mellower due to age, but just barely. He’s also wont to speak his mind, walking that thin line between frankness and bluntness. Likewise, when the tom gets angry, he gets angry, especially if it’s to do with something or someone close to him. A nice swim usually cools him off though, at the end of the day.
On that lighter note, Mudfish is always up for a good time. He has a fun-loving personality that’s fond of playing games or simply shooting the wind with an amiable companion. Oftentimes has a cat been scared silly by Mudfish leaping from the river’s muddy depths like a shark leaping out to grab a low-flying seagull. ***His brown fur, made browner and darker by water, is an excellent match for the ‘mud’ in his name (indeed that’s why it was his name to begin with). Unafraid of getting his pelt dirty, Mudfish will take a deep breath and actually burrow himself into the river’s muck in wait of an unsuspecting cat. You might label such things as frivolous, but Mudfish would shoot back that it’s the little things in life that make it great. Here is a cat that you’d find marvelling at a particularly shiny beetle or stand in awe of a beautiful sunset until it was swallowed by the horizon.
history:
Mudkit was born in the middle of a heavy newleaf downpour, one of the reasons his mother, Marshflower, gives to explain his extraordinary affinity for water. He was a very noisy kit, always squealing and squalling, driving his mother and the other queens up the walls. Ever since he was able to toddle out of the nursery he would always come back with his fur dripping from one source of water or another. If not rain, then a puddle, if not that, then from barrelling through wet foliage. He wasn’t allowed to go near the river until he was 2 moons old, and then that kickstarted the Mudfish we know and love today. His yowling would always cease abruptly whenever Marshflower brought him to the river’s edge, which meant that he was allowed there often indeed.
As he grew older, Marshflower didn’t even have to encourage him to try his paw at swimming. He took to it immediately, needing only a pawful of pointers from his mother. He would always invite the other kits to swim with him, a trait that would stick until he was old and withered. When he became an apprentice, Mudpaw made it quickly clear that his wailing as a kit had been converted to a bullheaded, act-first-think-later energy. This made him a tough nut to crack in training, as he’d always jump headfirst into things and complain about the lack of constant swimming lessons.
Over time (as these things always go) Whiterose managed to pummel some degree of maturity and sense into her apprentice. It meant that Mudpaw was made into a warrior later than his peers, sure, but being held back balanced him out immensely. When he was made a warrior, his new name drew no little degree of amusement from the clan, and he sat his vigil with pride and calmness. To be fair, by the end of it Mudfish was as restless as a crazed fly and immediately raced for the river, but at least he’s not crying so much anymore.
Kuwaki
gender: male
age: 15 moons
clan: riverclan
position: warrior
short description: Sleek brown tom with amber eyes.
appearance:
This average-sized tom is covered head to tail in a uniform shade of chocolatey brown, with light amber eyes peering out at the world with a light-hearted twinkle. His ears always seem pricked and prominent. Underneath his fur, Mudfish boasts muscles well refined by moons of swimming and moves far more gracefully and powerfully in the water than he ever could on land. Hidden also are numerous little scratches and cuts all over his body (mainly around his paw pads and legs) from sharp rocks at the river’s bottom***. Mudfish always seems to walk around like he’s treading water: light, lithe steps and tail parallel with the ground or curled higher. He says this helps train him for swimming.
personality:
Mudfish shouldn’t have been born a cat, really. When his warrior name was bestowed upon him, every cat in the clan unanimously agreed that it was exceedingly apt. The brown tom is an absolute natural in the water. He becomes twice as fast as he is on land, well-honed muscles working like oiled machinery, and he’s able to stay down for longer than the usual cat due to his increased lung capacity. If he ever has free time you’ll for sure find him frolicking in the river, and he’d invite you in as well.
As a cat, Mudfish is loyal almost to a fault…but not necessarily to his clan. No, this particular feline is a prisoner to his own heart. He prefers to follow his own beliefs and moral compass. If his leader commands the opposite of what he thinks is right, then Mudfish will simply not budge. To StarClan with the consequences. His staunchness (some would call stubbornness) that follows when he decides on a course of action is both a strength and a weakness. It harkens to his inherent determination but also leaves him prone to dismissing other ideas once he’s had his own. In the same vein, Mudfish doesn’t believe in authority immediately translating into respect. If you want something, you have to earn it instead of it being tossed at your paws like so much fresh kill.
From this you might not think that Mudfish is much of a trusting type, and in that conclusion you’d be about half right. The tom, as mentioned above, puts a lot of faith in his heart. This is because most times what leads him in life isn’t his brain but his intuition. That’s not to say Mudfish has hairballs for brains, just that he’s driven by passion and morality. Fairness instead of justice, one could say. Would you go so far as to call him impulsive? That word got shouted at him when he was an apprentice, and nowadays he’s mellower due to age, but just barely. He’s also wont to speak his mind, walking that thin line between frankness and bluntness. Likewise, when the tom gets angry, he gets angry, especially if it’s to do with something or someone close to him. A nice swim usually cools him off though, at the end of the day.
On that lighter note, Mudfish is always up for a good time. He has a fun-loving personality that’s fond of playing games or simply shooting the wind with an amiable companion. Oftentimes has a cat been scared silly by Mudfish leaping from the river’s muddy depths like a shark leaping out to grab a low-flying seagull. ***His brown fur, made browner and darker by water, is an excellent match for the ‘mud’ in his name (indeed that’s why it was his name to begin with). Unafraid of getting his pelt dirty, Mudfish will take a deep breath and actually burrow himself into the river’s muck in wait of an unsuspecting cat. You might label such things as frivolous, but Mudfish would shoot back that it’s the little things in life that make it great. Here is a cat that you’d find marvelling at a particularly shiny beetle or stand in awe of a beautiful sunset until it was swallowed by the horizon.
history:
Mudkit was born in the middle of a heavy newleaf downpour, one of the reasons his mother, Marshflower, gives to explain his extraordinary affinity for water. He was a very noisy kit, always squealing and squalling, driving his mother and the other queens up the walls. Ever since he was able to toddle out of the nursery he would always come back with his fur dripping from one source of water or another. If not rain, then a puddle, if not that, then from barrelling through wet foliage. He wasn’t allowed to go near the river until he was 2 moons old, and then that kickstarted the Mudfish we know and love today. His yowling would always cease abruptly whenever Marshflower brought him to the river’s edge, which meant that he was allowed there often indeed.
As he grew older, Marshflower didn’t even have to encourage him to try his paw at swimming. He took to it immediately, needing only a pawful of pointers from his mother. He would always invite the other kits to swim with him, a trait that would stick until he was old and withered. When he became an apprentice, Mudpaw made it quickly clear that his wailing as a kit had been converted to a bullheaded, act-first-think-later energy. This made him a tough nut to crack in training, as he’d always jump headfirst into things and complain about the lack of constant swimming lessons.
Over time (as these things always go) Whiterose managed to pummel some degree of maturity and sense into her apprentice. It meant that Mudpaw was made into a warrior later than his peers, sure, but being held back balanced him out immensely. When he was made a warrior, his new name drew no little degree of amusement from the clan, and he sat his vigil with pride and calmness. To be fair, by the end of it Mudfish was as restless as a crazed fly and immediately raced for the river, but at least he’s not crying so much anymore.
Kuwaki
