Halfpaw - I'm No Half a Warrior.

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NAME: Halfpaw
TO BE WARRIOR NAME: Halfstep
ALIASES: Stumpy
SEX: Male
ORIENTATION: Straight
AGE: 11 Moons
CLAN: Thunderclan
POSITION: Apprentice

APPEARANCE:

Halfpaw lives up to his name, in more ways then one. Starting at his velvety pink nose, Halfpaw's pudgy apprentice face is already split into two pelt tones. The right section of his face, bleeding from neck to ear with a arch over his muzzle is a soft white, contrasting the other half of his complexion. The left side of his face, including both ears, is a deep brown that lingers on the edge of pitch pitch black. Below each ear is a lighter brown patch, which also resides on various places across his rump, with a much bigger blotch on the lower right side of his back. His tail is the same pitch dark brown as his face, leading all the way up to his rump in a artistic look. Halfpaw's eyes are dark, often nothing more then a cold black dot on his face, as his left eye almost completely blends into the apprentices dark pallet, other than the occasional whimsical twinkle. Halfpaw detests his color tones whole heartily - his white is just too gray, and his black is just too depressing. There's one more... quirky reason as he doesn't care for his appearance - a little cat referred to as Birdsong. At his first gathering as a timid apprentice he had the thrill of meeting her, and she proceeded to take a guess at his personality based on his multi-pelt. Since then he's been completely embarrassed of any compliments he receives. Despite this, Halfpaw's lavish colorings are not his most loathed feature.

Halfpaw's front left paw is crippled, his muscle mass not formed correctly under his molted pelt. The constricted muscle constantly keeps his leg coiled high in the air, his black paw flapping as he hobbles around on three legs. The leg can stretch to about a inch off the ground with extreme effort, and when running (or any activity he can manage close to the ground) his leg is functional. This is where the source of his name is from, rather then his split pelt.

He is also small, under sized for being almost a year old. His tail length though is the same of a normal cat, and looks extremely long on his lacking build. Halfpaw's shoulders are bunchy, more so his right one as it's often compensating for his left side. His legs are well developed from constantly leaps and bounds, making him capable of getting around by himself with minor errors.

PERSONALITY:

Halfpaw is not a beaming ball of sunshine, even when in the most up lifting situations. The two-toned warrior excels in finding the negatives in all situations, and at most times isn't afraid to address his concerns to others. He will argue until breaking if he feels something is just bound to go wrong, putting him into a sticky situations with those above in rank on most occasions.

Halfpaw's extreme paranoia and pessimism though is a great advantage to those on his side. With ease he can pick out issues or dangerous situations that may occur, while trying to find a logical and less frightening way around. This almost negates his loss of mobility, as most of his alternatives become time saving, while putting him at less risk of failure. Though, sometimes his antics are just annoying, as he'll suddenly get very nit picky.

Though he may be fast to think through situations, Halfpaw is a horrid listener. Telling him something to remember is often pointless unless it's repeated a dozen times, as he's a hands on learner. If you show him the crouch instead of telling him it, the apprentice will master it in no time. This goes the same for his situations - once he sees them he can tell you what will go wrong in the clearing, but if you just describe it to him he'll find most difficulty in picking out the faults. Through his thinking process, Snake Rocks is the worst place to ever be. He refuses to step foot there at any time in his life, and has a stacking list of reasons why not to.

She-cats. Halfpaw is a avid watcher - he'll sit and just find a perfect subject to study, then attempt to mimic their 'perfect' actions later. Through this he's found himself a great curiosity into the mind of the other gender. He loves their naturally bouncy and fluid movements, and even their different choices of prey from the pile. It amuses him to no end so be sent out on a patrol with a female clan mate, but none of the apprentices intentions or feelings are romantic.

Halfpaw will beat himself down every chance he gets, and equipped with his crippled leg and down graded listening skills, especially when around said she-cats. He considers all failures to be his failures if he witnessed it - a kit stumbled and fell? Halfpaw would be quick to assume he distracted the kit with his deformed leg, causing it to fall. Anyone dealing with him often has to be a quick thinker and highly spirited at most times to cut down his negative vibes.

FEARS:

-> Fighting.
-> Snake Rocks.
-> Being the fault of someone else's injury.
-> Living within Windclan.

RELATIONS:

FATHER: Unknown.
MOTHER: Articgaze (Adoptive)
SIBLINGS: Snowpaw, Whitepaw, Robinpaw & Silentpaw (Adoptive)
MENTOR: Smokestar
CRUSH/MATE: None.
OFFSPRING: None.
OTHER:
-> Birdsong: They met at his first gathering. He's rather scared of her, and avoids her if he can.

HISTORY:

Halfpaw's parents were more then thrilled to be finally receiving a litter of their own, when New leaf came around. The well groomed queen gave birth to three kids of various patterns, both parents ready to give all their undying love. Three days later, Halfpaw's fate and name was sealed. Wrecked with a 'invalid' both parents shoved him aside, discreetly trying to rid him on the side of camp were he could be disposed of by predators.

Articgaze, her litter a little more then two weeks old, quickly took the kit in to shield him from his mothers nasty rebutal, and his fathers scorn and hatred. Her, and the white she-cat's own litter of four, quickly became attached to him and thus, Halfpaw began his new life without any knowledge of his true roots.

Being a bit younger then his kin, Halfpaw always believed himself to be the runt of the litter, unknowing that his internal clock was just a little bit slower. When the quiet kit's apprenticeship came, he expected no one fantastic, and even more didn't expect to ever be named due to his lame leg. When he came forward and realized that Smokestar had just appointed himself the kit's mentor, Halfpaw for once in his life became over ecstatic.

With his new mentor, Halfpaw quickly began to become more optimistic about his abilities, putting much more effort into becoming a normal cat.

When his first gathering came around, He approached it with utmost caution. So many things could go wrong - and one the items on his list did. He met Birdsong, she-cat, over ecstatic, and pushy. Her prodding questions over whelmed him, as so did her synopsis of his personality just from his pelt colors, while also somehow forming 'friendship' with the cream warrior. He's rather frightened of Windclan now, convinced they are all a bunch of loons.

To this day his origins are still unknown to him, but either way Articgaze will forever be his mother.

EXTRA:

His reference picture, and his whole description save him being crippled is based on my sister's cat, Jager. Picture was taken by said sister.

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Accepted!