Post by Zen on Mar 1, 2016 22:06:38 GMT -5
Name: Needle
Age: 27 moons
Sex: Tom
Gang: Scavengers
Rank: Healer
Picture:
Description Summary: A lanky, short furred, patched black and white tom with olive green eyes.
Full Description: In contrast to his brother, Needle is a mostly white tom. His markings are notably asymmetrical, with the vast majority of his black patches being located on his right side. Only a few small black marks spill over his back onto his left side, with a few black splotches on the backs of his left legs as well. His tail is completely black, and he bears a black mask or hood-like marking on his head that goes down the back of his neck and ends near the shoulders. A large black patch covers most of his right side, though his right foreleg is completely white, the only one of his limbs to have no black marks. His right hind leg has a few rather distinctive black blotches that look vaguely similar to leg bones. His eyes are a dark grey-green and his nose is a soft pink. He is remarkably scrawny, limbs long and lanky, with not much muscle definition.
Personality:
Needle is a genuinely cheerful cat, which generally leaves him as a bit of an outcast among his fellow Scavengers who tend to find his boundless enthusiasm to be annoying, but he has never let it get to him. He is quite friendly and talkative, sometimes too talkative, which likely could have led to his being banished from his Gang or killed had he not become a Healer. He is a huge flirt and a ridiculous romantic, finding it to be a fun activity rather than actually feeling much of anything for the she-cats he dotes upon.
He is incredibly curious and thirsty for knowledge, about all sorts of things, but nothing more than how the body works. He can be a bit sadistic, with a fascination with others' pain, and it has led many of his fellows to find him rather creepy. Especially since he is so very excited about it and seems to be actively happy when one of his Gangmates is injured. He is incredibly good at what he does, however. No cat can deny his skill as a Healer and he takes his work seriously even if it doesn't often seem that way. He just likes to have fun, whether working or playing.
He is very direct and playing the Scavenger politics game has never really been his strong point, so he's been quite happy to leave that to his brother. He dislikes serious matters and is almost always lighthearted through any event. While he is playful and kind, he is constantly fighting to keep his morbid desires for knowledge in check. There is no greater truth to Needle than that he would just as soon dissect his entire Gang to learn about their inner workings than heal them. At heart, Needle and Whisper share a typical selfish Scavenger nature, but Needle has far more empathy for those around him which makes it much easier to keep his own selfish desires in check.
History:
Needle was born Spots, one of two kits in his mother's first litter, the other being his brother Speckles. Outgoing and friendly, but a bit of an oddball, he tried to make friends with the other kits at the time but most of them time ended up getting left out. Instead, he took to spending time with his brother, who was also always alone. He talked enough for the both of them, which suited him well enough. One day his brother started picking on one of the other kits, though Spots didn't know why. Even as his brother made an enemy of this kit, Spots befriended him, for he was also a bit of an outcast. He was torn between amusement and frustration whenever the two interacted. Until Speckles pushed his friend too far and ended up getting hurt.
He had already witnessed one cat return to camp with terrible wounds, and it had piqued his interest like nothing else ever had, but even as young as he was, and as badly as he had wanted to get a closer look, he knew better than to get in the Healer's way. Now that his own brother was hurt, however, he could look as much as he wanted! Speckles didn't even seem to care. Well, he did a little, but only after he'd poked and prodded him too much. After that, he encouraged his brother's tormenting of his friend, hoping he might get hurt again, but Speckles would only narrow his eyes and ignore him, much to his disappointment.
He started spending more time around the Healers after that, watching them work and asking the occasional question. They told him that after he completed his warrior training, they would be willing to teach him all about being a Healer. At last he was made an apprentice, his mentor a stoic she-cat that didn't at all appreciate his enthusiasm for... everything. The two didn't get along well, to say the least. Or rather, she didn't like him, Spots didn't have much of a problem with her. Most of them time she pawned him off on other warriors to train with their apprentices. Because of the lack of a constant mentor and his overly talkative nature, it took him longer than most to graduate to a Senior Apprentice, but he got to spend more time with his friend at least, who also was having a difficult time graduating.
Then one day his friend's mother took him away and he never came back. Speckles always seemed to know a lot, so he asked his brother where his friend went. Speckles cheerily told him his mother had taken him away to kill him, but Spots knew his brother was lying when he used that tone. He knew it wasn't the real him, the quiet tom who lurked in the shadows and observed all NEVER spoke like that. Laughing at his brother's joke, he told him to tell him the truth, which seemed to surprise Speckles momentarily. He told him, however, how his friend had been sent to the Marauders to live with his father and wouldn't be coming back. It seemed they were both disappointed about it.
Finally he became a Senior Apprentice and was allowed to go outside the tunnels. He was amazed at everything, unable to stay in one place, wanting to explore and learn about all the new things he was finding, much to his mentor's annoyance. She didn't give him much time, eventually ushering him back into the tunnels with an annoyed hiss. She started teaching him how to fight, but it seemed he had very little aptitude for it at all. She had fun pummeling him mercilessly a few times, but finally grew bored and started pawning him off on other mentors again. He learned better with his peers, anyway. He watched them fight their mentors and each other, and quickly picked up the best ways to react and counter them in battle. He was and still is a fairly scrawny thing, has never been very strong, but his ability to read a situation and react to it became quite impressive.
He finally earned his warrior name at 12 moons, after careful consideration choosing to call himself Needle. After all, he was small and thin, wasn't he? It suited him well enough. He immediately apprenticed under the Healers, excited to start learning their craft. He picked up on their lessons much more quickly than he had ever picked up any of his warrior training. A moon or two into his training, his brother, now named Whisper, congratulated him on his position. It was rather out of character for him, but he appreciated it anyway. Then asked him what he wanted. The feigned look of shock on his brother's face might have convinced other cats, but not Needle, who only laughed. Whisper's gaze had narrowed slightly and he turned to leave, saying only, “Nothing yet.”
Needle was not oblivious to the games his brother was playing. He was getting himself embroiled in the politics of the Scavengers, and one day soon it would all lead to a glorious finale. Needle was quite eager to see the outcome of his brother's work. After all, if his plans worked out for him, he would be the new Scavenger Boss, and he just might grant his brother a little leniency on certain matters. And if his plans didn't work out... perhaps he would get to see just what his brother was made of, after Shade killed him. Either way worked in Needle's favor, so he was happy enough to support Whisper in his endeavors.
At last the day came, and it was his brother who stood victorious. Whisper granted him custody of Shade's body for disposal, and a brief look passed between them, one that impressed upon the other that there were no secrets between them. It was the first time Needle had ever ripped a cat open just to see all the details within, unfortunately he had very little time to poke around for the smell of fresh meat and blood drew a dog to where he was disposing of the body and he was forced to flee. He had never been so disappointed about anything in his entire life. What a waste, leaving the body to a dog when he had so much more exploring to do. Oh well, there would be other bodies... Whisper was sure to provide them for him, one way or another.
Age: 27 moons
Sex: Tom
Gang: Scavengers
Rank: Healer
Picture:
Description Summary: A lanky, short furred, patched black and white tom with olive green eyes.
Full Description: In contrast to his brother, Needle is a mostly white tom. His markings are notably asymmetrical, with the vast majority of his black patches being located on his right side. Only a few small black marks spill over his back onto his left side, with a few black splotches on the backs of his left legs as well. His tail is completely black, and he bears a black mask or hood-like marking on his head that goes down the back of his neck and ends near the shoulders. A large black patch covers most of his right side, though his right foreleg is completely white, the only one of his limbs to have no black marks. His right hind leg has a few rather distinctive black blotches that look vaguely similar to leg bones. His eyes are a dark grey-green and his nose is a soft pink. He is remarkably scrawny, limbs long and lanky, with not much muscle definition.
Personality:
Needle is a genuinely cheerful cat, which generally leaves him as a bit of an outcast among his fellow Scavengers who tend to find his boundless enthusiasm to be annoying, but he has never let it get to him. He is quite friendly and talkative, sometimes too talkative, which likely could have led to his being banished from his Gang or killed had he not become a Healer. He is a huge flirt and a ridiculous romantic, finding it to be a fun activity rather than actually feeling much of anything for the she-cats he dotes upon.
He is incredibly curious and thirsty for knowledge, about all sorts of things, but nothing more than how the body works. He can be a bit sadistic, with a fascination with others' pain, and it has led many of his fellows to find him rather creepy. Especially since he is so very excited about it and seems to be actively happy when one of his Gangmates is injured. He is incredibly good at what he does, however. No cat can deny his skill as a Healer and he takes his work seriously even if it doesn't often seem that way. He just likes to have fun, whether working or playing.
He is very direct and playing the Scavenger politics game has never really been his strong point, so he's been quite happy to leave that to his brother. He dislikes serious matters and is almost always lighthearted through any event. While he is playful and kind, he is constantly fighting to keep his morbid desires for knowledge in check. There is no greater truth to Needle than that he would just as soon dissect his entire Gang to learn about their inner workings than heal them. At heart, Needle and Whisper share a typical selfish Scavenger nature, but Needle has far more empathy for those around him which makes it much easier to keep his own selfish desires in check.
History:
Needle was born Spots, one of two kits in his mother's first litter, the other being his brother Speckles. Outgoing and friendly, but a bit of an oddball, he tried to make friends with the other kits at the time but most of them time ended up getting left out. Instead, he took to spending time with his brother, who was also always alone. He talked enough for the both of them, which suited him well enough. One day his brother started picking on one of the other kits, though Spots didn't know why. Even as his brother made an enemy of this kit, Spots befriended him, for he was also a bit of an outcast. He was torn between amusement and frustration whenever the two interacted. Until Speckles pushed his friend too far and ended up getting hurt.
He had already witnessed one cat return to camp with terrible wounds, and it had piqued his interest like nothing else ever had, but even as young as he was, and as badly as he had wanted to get a closer look, he knew better than to get in the Healer's way. Now that his own brother was hurt, however, he could look as much as he wanted! Speckles didn't even seem to care. Well, he did a little, but only after he'd poked and prodded him too much. After that, he encouraged his brother's tormenting of his friend, hoping he might get hurt again, but Speckles would only narrow his eyes and ignore him, much to his disappointment.
He started spending more time around the Healers after that, watching them work and asking the occasional question. They told him that after he completed his warrior training, they would be willing to teach him all about being a Healer. At last he was made an apprentice, his mentor a stoic she-cat that didn't at all appreciate his enthusiasm for... everything. The two didn't get along well, to say the least. Or rather, she didn't like him, Spots didn't have much of a problem with her. Most of them time she pawned him off on other warriors to train with their apprentices. Because of the lack of a constant mentor and his overly talkative nature, it took him longer than most to graduate to a Senior Apprentice, but he got to spend more time with his friend at least, who also was having a difficult time graduating.
Then one day his friend's mother took him away and he never came back. Speckles always seemed to know a lot, so he asked his brother where his friend went. Speckles cheerily told him his mother had taken him away to kill him, but Spots knew his brother was lying when he used that tone. He knew it wasn't the real him, the quiet tom who lurked in the shadows and observed all NEVER spoke like that. Laughing at his brother's joke, he told him to tell him the truth, which seemed to surprise Speckles momentarily. He told him, however, how his friend had been sent to the Marauders to live with his father and wouldn't be coming back. It seemed they were both disappointed about it.
Finally he became a Senior Apprentice and was allowed to go outside the tunnels. He was amazed at everything, unable to stay in one place, wanting to explore and learn about all the new things he was finding, much to his mentor's annoyance. She didn't give him much time, eventually ushering him back into the tunnels with an annoyed hiss. She started teaching him how to fight, but it seemed he had very little aptitude for it at all. She had fun pummeling him mercilessly a few times, but finally grew bored and started pawning him off on other mentors again. He learned better with his peers, anyway. He watched them fight their mentors and each other, and quickly picked up the best ways to react and counter them in battle. He was and still is a fairly scrawny thing, has never been very strong, but his ability to read a situation and react to it became quite impressive.
He finally earned his warrior name at 12 moons, after careful consideration choosing to call himself Needle. After all, he was small and thin, wasn't he? It suited him well enough. He immediately apprenticed under the Healers, excited to start learning their craft. He picked up on their lessons much more quickly than he had ever picked up any of his warrior training. A moon or two into his training, his brother, now named Whisper, congratulated him on his position. It was rather out of character for him, but he appreciated it anyway. Then asked him what he wanted. The feigned look of shock on his brother's face might have convinced other cats, but not Needle, who only laughed. Whisper's gaze had narrowed slightly and he turned to leave, saying only, “Nothing yet.”
Needle was not oblivious to the games his brother was playing. He was getting himself embroiled in the politics of the Scavengers, and one day soon it would all lead to a glorious finale. Needle was quite eager to see the outcome of his brother's work. After all, if his plans worked out for him, he would be the new Scavenger Boss, and he just might grant his brother a little leniency on certain matters. And if his plans didn't work out... perhaps he would get to see just what his brother was made of, after Shade killed him. Either way worked in Needle's favor, so he was happy enough to support Whisper in his endeavors.
At last the day came, and it was his brother who stood victorious. Whisper granted him custody of Shade's body for disposal, and a brief look passed between them, one that impressed upon the other that there were no secrets between them. It was the first time Needle had ever ripped a cat open just to see all the details within, unfortunately he had very little time to poke around for the smell of fresh meat and blood drew a dog to where he was disposing of the body and he was forced to flee. He had never been so disappointed about anything in his entire life. What a waste, leaving the body to a dog when he had so much more exploring to do. Oh well, there would be other bodies... Whisper was sure to provide them for him, one way or another.
