robinpaw [heatherclan]

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robinpaw
tom, 8 moons, apprentice, heatherclan

appearance
a tabby and white tom with vivid amber eyes.

personality
frankly, it's not easy to befriend this guy. ornery and snappish, robinpaw is known to have a fierce, unrelenting temper that will always, without fail, get the best of him. while no one would ever call robinpaw heartless, he certainly has the potential to be quite cruel when he plays tricks, pulls awful pranks, and teases relentlessly. aside from that, robinpaw has the capacity to become so defensive it's a bit ridiculous. there are certain points about the fellow which get him fired up, like his size, voice, looks, temper, or so on. he's like a little ticking time bomb, ready to snap. however, he's rarely violent. as much as he'll yell and whine and scowl, robinpaw's about as harmful as a baby hare.

however, to say that this tom's heart isn't in the right place would be entirely wrong. in fact, despite his explosive mannerisms and occasional utter lack of motivation or selflessness, robinpaw is really a rather supportive, loyal tom. when not hiding dead frogs in a queen's nest or serving a punishment for such a crime, he can be found happily helping the medicine cat sort out her herb stock, or running chores for the elder without complaint. his intentions are usually good, but the bad influence of his father has caused his wayward disposition as a distraction from the right path. his morals do tend to sway with the wind, but all he really needs is a bit of guidance, like a stern mentor.

when with clanmates, robinpaw can be really quite amiable. in spite of his horrid reputation as an insufferable trouble-maker, he doesn't have a lot of trouble socializing, but it's rare for him to become real friends with any of these 'conversation partners.' simply put, he's a loner, and likes to keep to himself, not to mention his trust issues. but if he does find admirable traits in others, robinpaw won't hesitate to do his best to befriend them.

history
ironclaw was his rogue name, robinpaw's father that is, and he was just as much of a ball of trouble as his son, only worse. unlike robinpaw, ironclaw's heart was never really in the right place. he was a dark-hearted and greedy tom, joining the clan for his own crooked reasons. he wasn't much liked, and perhaps this was robinpaw's predisposition to being so troublesome himself. obviously he and his siblings didn't start their lives in the clan on a positive note.

rosepetal, robinpaw's mother, was a feeble-minded and weak-willed female who was far too desperate to find love, and when she thought she found it, she was too disappointed with what it turned out to be to continue living, and shortly after robinpaw and his two siblings were weaned, she was found with her body half-concealed in a deathberry bush, long gone.

her three kits, of course, didn't understand what was going on. death was a strange concept to grasp for them, but they found it easy to accept that she wouldn't be in their lives anymore, as she hadn't been much there for them before anyway. ironclaw, on the other hand, had been there far too much. his bad influence was beginning to wear off on his children-- just as he had wanted it to-- and the other queens saw this. so, just in time, a young and cheerful lass by the name of rapturesky took the litter under her wing and kept them effectively away from their no-good father, raising them instead as her own.

eventually they came upon their apprentice ceremony, each earning a mentor and a new name. in the two moons since that day, not much has ensued in their lives besides the usual apprentice schedules.

sample
[taken from an anarchy post made not long ago!]

He simply couldn't help it-- his paws couldn't resist the temptation of wandering further, exploring more, the idea of getting himself lost in the still-green evergreen groves nestled among rocky outcroppings was a delightful treat he knew he would never have without negative repercussions, but why? Something Garnetbone though that perhaps he would never grasp fully was the concept of borders, barring cats of a certain lineage from cats of a different lineage to keep them from hunting on one another's 'land'? However, a squirrel living within a tree marked by VertigoClan cats could-- and would-- make its new home in a tree marked by CelestialClan cats for the next season. It was all relative. Just as the deer, Garnetbone identified it as a stag, had fled Celestial to Vertigo. Couldn't a cat simply do the same?

As he pondered this foreign idea, the enormous scarlet-eyed albino found himself edging further and further over the border, his conscience feeling nothing that would keep him away. In fact, he felt little more than curiosity as to the stag's wayward intentions. How could that fiend even dare? Crossing the border? Ha! Garnetbone chuckled to himself, a little disturbed at the ease in which he was breaking the warrior code already. However, he rationalized, it wasn't as though his intentions were ill. He followed the deer's hoofprints only a few foxlengths over the border when he froze, shock keeping him from darting back to his home. No he better stop and explain, for there was someone-- a single cat, thankfully-- approaching from the heart of VertigoClan and he wouldn't want them to think that any random old CelestialClan cat was trespassing. Surely it was best to explain he was little more than a stupid idiot who couldn't tell left from right because he was new. He understood better than most that clan cats were simply hostile without reason to those who were considered new, so playing stupid would be an easy feat to accomplish.

Still, fear flooded through his thick frame, chilling him to the bone. His deep vermilion eyes widened instinctively, expecting some terribly bear-like specimen of VertigoClan-descended brutality, therefore he experienced quite a shock when he watched a small, while well-built, brilliantly red-furred female approach him. And while hostility rolled off of her thick tabby pelt in waves, Garnetbone felt her icy, piercing green gaze catch and tug on his heart. With it she beckoned him to speak, for he hardly even heard her cruel bark form real words with which he could respond. Instead, he improvised. "Hello lady I-" He stopped short in a moment's notice, for all of a sudden her reaction to him was as noticeable as he felt his to her was. However, hers seemed far less desirable, and oh how he ached to go to her! To brush his thick pelt against her ginger fur and draw his tongue across the fur between her ears! With little more than a typically apprentice-like infatuation, Garnetbone wanted to make her his, and he wanted that now. Suddenly he was Echer again, and she was a damsel in distress. He could finally flee from his loneliness, he could find someone to spend his days with!

He shook his head. What was he thinking? This was business. He was a trespasser, and oh Hallowstar would be so disappointed when Pyrestar brought this up next Gathering, or when a VertigoClan patrol accused a Celestial one of breaking the code. "My name's Garnetbone," The big white tom meowed, as solemnly as he could manage. "Would you tell me your name if I asked?" He asked mischievously, a twinkle in his blood red gaze and the twitching of his whiskers told it as such. He wanted to go to her, say something smooth, sweep her off her paws, but he couldn't. The tom was stuck where he was, helpless against her divine appearance. She would chase him off, she would haunt him for days, they would see each other at a gathering and she wouldn't remember his name. Dolefully, Garnetbone sighed and backed up a step, "I realize I shouldn't be here, but I'm not hunting. I mean I wasn't hunting- obviously I'm not hunting right now if I'm talking to you.. ha," Awkwardly, he backed another step, gazing after her lovely face pleadingly.

other
yeah first character on the site! woo. :3