Post by Goldenclaw on Aug 17, 2016 15:05:34 GMT -7
PERSONALITYIt’s very rare to see Goldenclaw angry, and few cats want to relive the memories of when he does. The only time you’ll ever see him like this, however, is if someone is threatening one of his friends—of which he has very, very few. Being a Clanmate doesn’t necessarily mean you’re his friend, either. But normally, he’s calm, completely in control of his actions and decisions. His demeanor remains cool and unfazed when others throw insults his way, though he’s only too happy to make smart comebacks himself, which tend to rile up those that he’s speaking to. Luckily he’s good at thinking on his paws, otherwise the fights he gets in might be a little more challenging for him.
He’s a fantastic fighter, lashing out at an enemy in the time it takes for them to twitch their tail in irritation. Certainly he’s not the fastest, but he put in a lot of hours of training for this, and he doesn’t intend on losing for no good reason. This isn’t to say he isn’t a kind cat—he most certainly can be, and is towards most, so long as they themselves are polite to him. He does have a tendency to use the word “huckleberry,” whatever that means. One of his favorite phrases is, “I’m your huckleberry,” when someone says they need to let off steam in a fight or are looking for him for any reason.
Goldenclaw actually has tuberculosis, which is unknown to everyone except the medicine cat. It isn’t contagious to other cats except through eating prey contaminated with his blood or saliva, or anything with those things on it. Because of this, he makes sure to only use his claws when hunting or fighting, and it’s pretty difficult to say the least. If others are with him when he’s hunting he’ll pretend to bite the neck of his prey, but really he’s snapping it by putting pressure on it with his paw.
APPEARANCE
Goldenclaw is a large, golden orange cat with faint tabby markings across his long, lush fur. Patches of white mark his throat and belly, and look like a twoleg spilled milk all over him. There’s also a patch of white on his chin, and another on his muzzle. The white on his muzzle covers all of one side and half of the other, making him look like he has half a mustache on one side. There’s also a white spot above his nose that rises towards his eyes like a mountain. If there wasn’t enough about his white markings already, too bad, because he’s got white socks on each foot, with cute pink paw pads on each foot. His long, fluffy tail is unmarred by these light markings, but it is home to a few faint tabby marks that can just barely be seen, as is much of the rest of his gold coat.
His eyes are a dull golden color, and he often wishes they were brighter and more colorful than they are. He thinks they look like dirt, in fact. “Very light dirt. Maybe something like wet sand,” he’d say. “At least my nose is pink and has some color!” There are actually two darker marks on his nose, which he says are beauty marks, if you ever ask him. They draw attention away from his long whiskers, or so he thinks. Kits still notice them and play with them, though. He has actually gotten the medicine cat to wrap them in cobwebs against his face once to keep the kits from tearing them out, even though it made him feel weird and wobbly.
Goldenclaw is a large, golden orange cat with faint tabby markings across his long, lush fur. Patches of white mark his throat and belly, and look like a twoleg spilled milk all over him. There’s also a patch of white on his chin, and another on his muzzle. The white on his muzzle covers all of one side and half of the other, making him look like he has half a mustache on one side. There’s also a white spot above his nose that rises towards his eyes like a mountain. If there wasn’t enough about his white markings already, too bad, because he’s got white socks on each foot, with cute pink paw pads on each foot. His long, fluffy tail is unmarred by these light markings, but it is home to a few faint tabby marks that can just barely be seen, as is much of the rest of his gold coat.
His eyes are a dull golden color, and he often wishes they were brighter and more colorful than they are. He thinks they look like dirt, in fact. “Very light dirt. Maybe something like wet sand,” he’d say. “At least my nose is pink and has some color!” There are actually two darker marks on his nose, which he says are beauty marks, if you ever ask him. They draw attention away from his long whiskers, or so he thinks. Kits still notice them and play with them, though. He has actually gotten the medicine cat to wrap them in cobwebs against his face once to keep the kits from tearing them out, even though it made him feel weird and wobbly.
KIN
Applefang of WaveClan – [Father/NPC/Open to be adopted]
Honeycloud of WaveClan – [Mother/Deceased]
Waspfur – [Adopted Brother/Deceased]
Tansykit [Sister/Deceased]
HISTORY
His father was close friends with another she-cat who died and left an orphaned kit, Waspkit, who was only a moon younger than Goldenkit. Waspkit was adopted as Goldenkit’s brother, and the two grew close, becoming nearly inseparable for a time. Even as kits, Applefang taught his two sons battle moves.
Goldenpaw had a sister at one point, but she was sickly growing up. Little Tansykit was only six moons old, had almost been given her apprentice naming ceremony, when she succumbed to her illness. To this day, no one is sure what exactly the cause of the illness was. The cold fingers of leaf-bare took her in her sleep one night. At this point Goldenpaw was 11 moons old, and he began to grow distant from his family, fearing that being too involved with them would lead to more heartache in the end.
And it did. At 15 moons old, he watched his mother and adopted brother die of a feline form of tuberculosis. Despite having distanced himself, the blow hit Goldenpaw hard, and he grieved by practicing fighting moves more often, even when he wasn’t with his mentor. Even after his father got a new mate, he preferred to only speak to him in passing, staying as far apart as he possibly could.
At 22 moons old, he contracted tuberculosis himself. The medicine cat decided to keep this a secret, though it’ll become harder the longer he has it. The coughing fits will get worse… and eventually, the whole clan will know.
BONE SHOP ITEMS
ITEM NAME - ITEM PRICE
Applefang of WaveClan – [Father/NPC/Open to be adopted]
Honeycloud of WaveClan – [Mother/Deceased]
Waspfur – [Adopted Brother/Deceased]
Tansykit [Sister/Deceased]
HISTORY
His father was close friends with another she-cat who died and left an orphaned kit, Waspkit, who was only a moon younger than Goldenkit. Waspkit was adopted as Goldenkit’s brother, and the two grew close, becoming nearly inseparable for a time. Even as kits, Applefang taught his two sons battle moves.
Goldenpaw had a sister at one point, but she was sickly growing up. Little Tansykit was only six moons old, had almost been given her apprentice naming ceremony, when she succumbed to her illness. To this day, no one is sure what exactly the cause of the illness was. The cold fingers of leaf-bare took her in her sleep one night. At this point Goldenpaw was 11 moons old, and he began to grow distant from his family, fearing that being too involved with them would lead to more heartache in the end.
And it did. At 15 moons old, he watched his mother and adopted brother die of a feline form of tuberculosis. Despite having distanced himself, the blow hit Goldenpaw hard, and he grieved by practicing fighting moves more often, even when he wasn’t with his mentor. Even after his father got a new mate, he preferred to only speak to him in passing, staying as far apart as he possibly could.
At 22 moons old, he contracted tuberculosis himself. The medicine cat decided to keep this a secret, though it’ll become harder the longer he has it. The coughing fits will get worse… and eventually, the whole clan will know.
BONE SHOP ITEMS
ITEM NAME - ITEM PRICE
GOLDENCLAW, WARRIOR OF WAVECLAN
22 Moons || Tom
Heterosexual
22 Moons || Tom
Heterosexual