Post by Archback on Jul 7, 2014 17:24:39 GMT
WINDCLAN - 25 MOONS - MEDICINE CAT - TOM - STRAIGHT
PERSONALITY
Archback is a pleasant cat to work with. He cares much for any cat in need, because he needs help a lot of the time himself. He looks different then most other cats. He has a crooked back, that makes he walk awkwardly and causes him to have trouble breathing at times. This tom cat doesn't let that affect his work. He is generally in pain from his back, but is always caring about everyone. He is easy to talk to. He rarely loses his temper and is very patient. The tom dislikes fights, between clans or even in his own clan. He tries to take a calm approach and help others talk through their problems. He is a good listener. He would fight as much as he could to save anyone in his clan. He would give his life for his clan. He is very close to StarClan. Even cats from other clans he feels empathy for. He would help anyone in need, that is just the kind of cat he is.
HISTORY
This tom cat was born with his crooked back. He was brought straight to the medicine cat's den after his birth. He spent most of his time in the den since then. Archkit had wanted to play with his siblings, but when he had snuck out of the medicine cat's den his brother had played too roughly and caused the kit to be in agony for days. The kit's brother hadn't meant to play rough and felt bad for what he had accidentally done. As the kit aged, he did want to become a warrior like his brother and sister, but that would not happen. He accepted the fact that in his state, he would not be able to be a warrior. The tom could sort of run, but with an awkward gate to his stride. He would not be fast enough to catch prey, and wouldn't be very useful in fighting. Archpaw accepted an offer to become the medicine cat's apprentice. Before he had received this offer to become WindClan's apprentice he had gotten to know Tigertooth's nature. Archpaw was timid, but it was as if the two personalities complimented each other. The young tom had a low self confidence. He did not believe that he was well enough to care for his clan as Tigertooth did. The tempered tom was rough and critical when he came to teaching him. That was the push that the young tom needed. He had said that the apprentice had too much empathy that affected his work. Though it was hard for him, he tried to become a little more distant with his emotions so it would not affect his work. Tigertooth had a high expectation of his apprentice, which was hard to live up to, but Archpaw tried his best. The tom was very surprised when he received his full medicine cat name from Tigertooth. He granted him the name Archback, he explained that though his back was a weakness, it showed how strong the tom cat was. He should wear his name with pride and he does.
RP SAMPLE
Talking about the fact that he felt homesick made him feel a little bit better. Clinton didn't know about the stereotype about Slytherin House or any of the other houses for that matter. The only thing he remembered from the sorting hats song was a select few words. Ambitious for Slytherin. Brave for Gryffindor. Intellegence for Ravenclaw and Loyal for Hufflepuff. It had been a lot to take in. The floating candles. The changing ceiling. His senses were exploding. He wouldn't believe the stereotypes, not all people in one house could be bad people. The girl in front of him seemed to be happy to talk to him, and he was happy talking to her. He was happy to talk to anyone really, but especially since he hadn't talked to people very much yet. "I'm kind of homesick as well. I am not used to being away from my Daddy or my home. I have a whole ton of servants and nannies and house elves that help take care of me and being an only child they were my playmates. Do you have any siblings?" Nannies? Servants? House elves? What were house elves? This girl's family must be wealthy. There was such a thing as elves? Like the ones from the video games he use to play at home? He imagined a tall beautiful pointy-eared person. But a 'house elf'? Then he then imagined a house wife-elf. Could someone be married to an elf? But she said multiple 'elves'. Huh.
Clinton couldn't imagine having a nanny. He wouldn't want one. But he assumed if Papa hadn't worked from home he would need one. He thought that when he was adopted by Dr. Romulus that Papa decided he was going to stay home with him. He was his son. Lathan had been more in touch with his feelings. Where Dr. Romulus had been a little more hard driven. But they evened each other out, and seemed to have an almost perfect relationship. Of course there would be fights about doctor working to much and not seeing his family enough. That would be worked out. Dad was working on getting his own practice in an office, instead of in the ER, but he loved the ER. Clinton didn't want his Dad to give up what he loved just for him. But it wasn't just for him. It was for Papa too. The family made decent money, with a little extra coming from Lathan's job. They were not rich, they were comfortable. No expensive cars. No useless spending on silly things. Just what they needed. That is what kept them comfortable.
"I don't have any siblings. Its just me and my parents." he said with a smile. He was set on no one learning about his parents. He didn't want to have to get beat up again like he was at muggle school. But the thing was muggle school was close to their house, so parents knew, and their prejudice moved into their children. He didn't ever want siblings. He didn't think his parents did either. They seemed happy with just Clinton. He doesn't think he would've disliked having a sibling though. He did have pictures of him and his parents in the dorm room. He wondered if anyone would ask. He wondered if anyone would assume. He wondered what he would say. The Hufflepuff felt okay with talking to this girl, didn't really feel awkward, a little as usual, but not as much as he did when he first approached her. Her ease in conversation was helping.
"Classes are pretty easy so far, maybe even a little boring since I have learned at home from my family and servants but I am hoping they get more challenging since I find myself bored. Hey,do you know any spells?" It would be nice if the classes were easy for Clinton. He wasn't able to do a spell yet, he wasn't really even able to set a spark off of his wand yet. It was disappointing and frustrating, almost making the young Hufflepuff feel that he wasn't actually magical. Clinton watched as she pulled out her wand. That peaked his interest. The only spell he knew so far was from charms, when he tried to raise a feather off the desk. Nothing had happened. Wind levera? No that wasn't right. It flowed off the tongue better than that. Then she had said it. "Wingardium Leviosa." The shoe floated up. He smiled as she flicked it from side to side, like it was floating on air. Then she lowered it to the ground. "I know that one, but I couldn't get the feather to float." He admitted. He didn't think it had to do with having to study. Maybe it had to do with his tension in general. That he was feeling from being in such a new environment. Not wanting to look bad in front of the teachers or stupid in front of the other students. He didn't think he was the only one that couldn't do it though.
When he had mentioned his struggles with flying she offered to help "I could help you with flying,I know I'm small but I have been flying since I could walk practically and could help you but if you don't want help,don't worry you will get better as the year goes on and you get more practice. I can't wait until I am old enough to get on my house quidditch team." That made the young badger feel excited. That might make him feel a little better. He wanted to see what flying was like. He couldn't get his feet of the ground, and he was the last person to get his broom to float into his hand. He was happy when that happened. He wanted to see quidditch being played. "That would be great! I'd love some help.. I wanna know what its like to fly. When do they have the quidditch games? I wanna see a game." Wow that was the most excited he had been in the last few days. Or few weeks. He had played soccer with his parents, but had been to shy to join the team. He had a good kick. He noticed in his excitement he had shifted closer to Lenox. The Hufflepuff casually shifted back.
"Yep,we have all of our classes together which I figured since all first years are grouped together. So tell me what Hufflepuff is like?" Oh he didn't really know. He hadn't really been that social with people except for a sweet girl at the Hufflepuff table. "Everyone's pretty friendly." He said with a shrug, since he really hadn't gotten to know anyone yet. "Have you made many friends yet?"
Clinton looked down at his hands for a second, and bashfully said, "No, not really." He wasn't really trying that hard to make friends. It was just that he felt so odd being here. So out of place. Why would you have the drive to try and make friends when you in general felt like you didn't belong. He had always felt as if he didn't belong. But he hoped this place could be the place that felt like home. Felt right.
Archback is a pleasant cat to work with. He cares much for any cat in need, because he needs help a lot of the time himself. He looks different then most other cats. He has a crooked back, that makes he walk awkwardly and causes him to have trouble breathing at times. This tom cat doesn't let that affect his work. He is generally in pain from his back, but is always caring about everyone. He is easy to talk to. He rarely loses his temper and is very patient. The tom dislikes fights, between clans or even in his own clan. He tries to take a calm approach and help others talk through their problems. He is a good listener. He would fight as much as he could to save anyone in his clan. He would give his life for his clan. He is very close to StarClan. Even cats from other clans he feels empathy for. He would help anyone in need, that is just the kind of cat he is.
HISTORY
This tom cat was born with his crooked back. He was brought straight to the medicine cat's den after his birth. He spent most of his time in the den since then. Archkit had wanted to play with his siblings, but when he had snuck out of the medicine cat's den his brother had played too roughly and caused the kit to be in agony for days. The kit's brother hadn't meant to play rough and felt bad for what he had accidentally done. As the kit aged, he did want to become a warrior like his brother and sister, but that would not happen. He accepted the fact that in his state, he would not be able to be a warrior. The tom could sort of run, but with an awkward gate to his stride. He would not be fast enough to catch prey, and wouldn't be very useful in fighting. Archpaw accepted an offer to become the medicine cat's apprentice. Before he had received this offer to become WindClan's apprentice he had gotten to know Tigertooth's nature. Archpaw was timid, but it was as if the two personalities complimented each other. The young tom had a low self confidence. He did not believe that he was well enough to care for his clan as Tigertooth did. The tempered tom was rough and critical when he came to teaching him. That was the push that the young tom needed. He had said that the apprentice had too much empathy that affected his work. Though it was hard for him, he tried to become a little more distant with his emotions so it would not affect his work. Tigertooth had a high expectation of his apprentice, which was hard to live up to, but Archpaw tried his best. The tom was very surprised when he received his full medicine cat name from Tigertooth. He granted him the name Archback, he explained that though his back was a weakness, it showed how strong the tom cat was. He should wear his name with pride and he does.
RP SAMPLE
Talking about the fact that he felt homesick made him feel a little bit better. Clinton didn't know about the stereotype about Slytherin House or any of the other houses for that matter. The only thing he remembered from the sorting hats song was a select few words. Ambitious for Slytherin. Brave for Gryffindor. Intellegence for Ravenclaw and Loyal for Hufflepuff. It had been a lot to take in. The floating candles. The changing ceiling. His senses were exploding. He wouldn't believe the stereotypes, not all people in one house could be bad people. The girl in front of him seemed to be happy to talk to him, and he was happy talking to her. He was happy to talk to anyone really, but especially since he hadn't talked to people very much yet. "I'm kind of homesick as well. I am not used to being away from my Daddy or my home. I have a whole ton of servants and nannies and house elves that help take care of me and being an only child they were my playmates. Do you have any siblings?" Nannies? Servants? House elves? What were house elves? This girl's family must be wealthy. There was such a thing as elves? Like the ones from the video games he use to play at home? He imagined a tall beautiful pointy-eared person. But a 'house elf'? Then he then imagined a house wife-elf. Could someone be married to an elf? But she said multiple 'elves'. Huh.
Clinton couldn't imagine having a nanny. He wouldn't want one. But he assumed if Papa hadn't worked from home he would need one. He thought that when he was adopted by Dr. Romulus that Papa decided he was going to stay home with him. He was his son. Lathan had been more in touch with his feelings. Where Dr. Romulus had been a little more hard driven. But they evened each other out, and seemed to have an almost perfect relationship. Of course there would be fights about doctor working to much and not seeing his family enough. That would be worked out. Dad was working on getting his own practice in an office, instead of in the ER, but he loved the ER. Clinton didn't want his Dad to give up what he loved just for him. But it wasn't just for him. It was for Papa too. The family made decent money, with a little extra coming from Lathan's job. They were not rich, they were comfortable. No expensive cars. No useless spending on silly things. Just what they needed. That is what kept them comfortable.
"I don't have any siblings. Its just me and my parents." he said with a smile. He was set on no one learning about his parents. He didn't want to have to get beat up again like he was at muggle school. But the thing was muggle school was close to their house, so parents knew, and their prejudice moved into their children. He didn't ever want siblings. He didn't think his parents did either. They seemed happy with just Clinton. He doesn't think he would've disliked having a sibling though. He did have pictures of him and his parents in the dorm room. He wondered if anyone would ask. He wondered if anyone would assume. He wondered what he would say. The Hufflepuff felt okay with talking to this girl, didn't really feel awkward, a little as usual, but not as much as he did when he first approached her. Her ease in conversation was helping.
"Classes are pretty easy so far, maybe even a little boring since I have learned at home from my family and servants but I am hoping they get more challenging since I find myself bored. Hey,do you know any spells?" It would be nice if the classes were easy for Clinton. He wasn't able to do a spell yet, he wasn't really even able to set a spark off of his wand yet. It was disappointing and frustrating, almost making the young Hufflepuff feel that he wasn't actually magical. Clinton watched as she pulled out her wand. That peaked his interest. The only spell he knew so far was from charms, when he tried to raise a feather off the desk. Nothing had happened. Wind levera? No that wasn't right. It flowed off the tongue better than that. Then she had said it. "Wingardium Leviosa." The shoe floated up. He smiled as she flicked it from side to side, like it was floating on air. Then she lowered it to the ground. "I know that one, but I couldn't get the feather to float." He admitted. He didn't think it had to do with having to study. Maybe it had to do with his tension in general. That he was feeling from being in such a new environment. Not wanting to look bad in front of the teachers or stupid in front of the other students. He didn't think he was the only one that couldn't do it though.
When he had mentioned his struggles with flying she offered to help "I could help you with flying,I know I'm small but I have been flying since I could walk practically and could help you but if you don't want help,don't worry you will get better as the year goes on and you get more practice. I can't wait until I am old enough to get on my house quidditch team." That made the young badger feel excited. That might make him feel a little better. He wanted to see what flying was like. He couldn't get his feet of the ground, and he was the last person to get his broom to float into his hand. He was happy when that happened. He wanted to see quidditch being played. "That would be great! I'd love some help.. I wanna know what its like to fly. When do they have the quidditch games? I wanna see a game." Wow that was the most excited he had been in the last few days. Or few weeks. He had played soccer with his parents, but had been to shy to join the team. He had a good kick. He noticed in his excitement he had shifted closer to Lenox. The Hufflepuff casually shifted back.
"Yep,we have all of our classes together which I figured since all first years are grouped together. So tell me what Hufflepuff is like?" Oh he didn't really know. He hadn't really been that social with people except for a sweet girl at the Hufflepuff table. "Everyone's pretty friendly." He said with a shrug, since he really hadn't gotten to know anyone yet. "Have you made many friends yet?"
Clinton looked down at his hands for a second, and bashfully said, "No, not really." He wasn't really trying that hard to make friends. It was just that he felt so odd being here. So out of place. Why would you have the drive to try and make friends when you in general felt like you didn't belong. He had always felt as if he didn't belong. But he hoped this place could be the place that felt like home. Felt right.
MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & G