[*just*never*grew*into*'em] Battooth

[Battooth]

Roleplayer Information:
Name / Nickname: Battooth/Bat
Number of characters: Two

Character Information:

Name: Battooth

Age: 39 moons

Gender: Tom

Rank: Warrior

Clan: EarthClan

Appearance: A skinny and lithe tom with rather long legs. He has a white spot on his chest, and very big ears. His eyes are amber, and the same as his sister’s

Personality: He’s not set in stone, but he does have a tendancy to be (slightly annoyingly) cheery. He tries to see the good in everyone.

Kin: Mistheart (sister)

Mate/Crush: None

Kits: None

Apprentice: Open

History: He was born with very large ears, which gave him his name, and he just never grew into them. He has one sister who lives in SkyClan. She left EarthClan about a moon after they both became warriors when their parents died. Battooth’s mother was killed while fighting a badger, and his father died shortly after, supposedly of a broken heart. Soon after their parents died, Mistheart decided EarthClan reminded her too much of her mother and father, and decided to leave. She was accepted- if not willingly- into SkyClan, and Battooth’s worst fear is that he might have to face her one-day in battle.

Roleplay Sample:

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Desperation found it’s way into a skinny tom’s voice. The tom was almost pure black, except for a white spot on his chest. He was disproportionate, with large ears, long legs, and a longer tail.

“I’m very sure Battooth,” came the determined reply.

Two cats stood at the very edge of EarthClan’s territory, the scent of SkyClan filling their nostrils. The two looked almost nothing alike, except for their eyes. Their eyes were almost exactly the same color, a nice deep amber.

“But I won’t get to see you anymore!” the first cat- Battooth- said wretchedly. “I might have to fight you! You might have to fight me!”

“Don’t you think I’ve thought of that?” the she-cat he was talking to spat. “Don’t you think I’d rather not have to do this? I don’t want to fight you, or any other EarthClan cat. I won’t either. But I will be joining SkyClan, if they’ll take me. Battooth, just try to understand; ever since our parents died, I’ve been miserable. EarthClan reminds me too much of them.”

“But Mistheart,” the tom tried again.

Mistheart interrupted firmly, cutting off her brother with her tail and her words. “No. I’m going. Tell everyone I just have to do this.” She glanced over the border, her soft gray fur prickling with anticipation.

Battooth watched his sister, taking in every mouse-length of her appearance. Everything, from her amber eyes, to her gray fur, to the subtle, darker gray stripes all along her body. “Alright,” he finally said, his voice quavering. “Mistheart. I’ll miss you.”

The gray she-cat turned her head to look back at her brother. “I love you Battooth. Don’t be a mouse-brain.” She gave his huge black ears a thorough lick before standing and walking over the border. “I’ll see you at the Gatherings,” she called over her shoulder.

Battooth watched as the she-cat walked away, the hole in his heart widening. First his parents, now his sister? Admittedly, she wasn’t dead, but he would miss her as if she was.

The black tom watched as the gray fur of the she-cat’s fur melted into the shadows, his eyes desperate. He wanted her to jump out again and yowl, “Kidding!” delight shining in her amber eyes. When she didn’t re-appear, the tom turned away, his tail and whiskers drooping. He began walking, back towards EarthClan’s camp, to break the news to the Clan.

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

Accepted :3