Post by Binx on Nov 13, 2016 16:24:53 GMT
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Proud
There are no words to describe how easily you can offend this tom, but his most sensitive attribute is his pride. He's a proud, rather vain cat, and to step on either of those qualities is something that he's not too keen you do. He's not bad tempered by nature, and he prefers to think himself a lover, not a fighter, but if you offend him, you'll find his temper is as sharp as his claws. He doesn't like to accept help, even when he needs it, and to admit that he can be
killed is something that makes his skin itch like nothing else. He has a strong sense of self pride, and to have to fall back on someone else to survive the danger, is something that he'll be furious about for moons. He's not going to thank you for saving his life. In his eyes, if he can't deal with it, then he deserves to die.
Flirt
Some cats are gifted. Some aren't. Spidertail is the lucky sort to have the ability to flirt without really thinking about it. It's as natural to him as saying thank you is to others. If you're pretty, he's going to hit on you, if you're handsome, he's going to hit on you. If you're horridly, horridly, horridly deformed, well, perhaps he'll find a nice thing or two to say about you. He likes the thrill of woo-ing whoever there is, to see them fall for it, and then to rip it away, tear it to bits, and walk away. He doesn't understand that just because he doesn't believe in love, doesn't mean that others don't. He likes to practice his skill, and as he ages, he just gets better and better at it, lucky boy that he is. While he may flirt, he doesn't believe in 'true love'. At least, he's never experienced it to the point where he believes in it. He rather scoffs at those that are super devoted to their mates, as he sees them as trapped in a noose.
Confident
Confident Some people ooze slime, others ooze uncertainty, he oozes confidence.He knows what he knows, and if he doesn't, well, he'll do his best to make you think he does. He doesn't expect rejection, and to be honest, he doesn't often get it. Some would say that his confidence is tinged with the atmosphere of a predator. Go figure. He can easily upset those that are a bit more shy, or are all bluster. In the occasions that he does in fact get rejected, he's smooth enough that he'll offer a congratulations, and then go side with your enemy. He's petty, like that. A bit like a spoiled child, if he doesn't get what he wants, he'll gladly take the side of your enemy, and watch you drown. He doesn't like to get rejected, and he'll make you regret that particular life choice, if it is within his power.
Admirer of beauty
Oh, he loves lovely things. Toms, She-cats, hell, anything in the world. Which in his mind, it's a pity that he must fight those that he admires, simply because they are not from the correct Clan. Not that there is any 'correct'Clan in his mind. He also is easy going enough to admire nature, not just other cats. he enjoys nothing more than a walk during newleaf, when leaves are blooming, and birds are fluttering about, and you can see what truly makes the
world worth living in.
Spiderkit was born in a litter of three, and he being the only one who survived. Sparrowpelt was devastated and her mate Swiftleap could only try and comfort her. The bodies of his brothers were quietly removed from the nursery, and then the camp, buried quietly and without fuss. The fact that he was born during leaf-bare may have played a factor, but Sparrowpelt's lean and lanky build didn't help either. She doted on Spiderkit, who was born with seemingly endless legs and tail. Being born in the most cold of seasons, and with a build as lean as the wind itself, staying warm was a tough challenge for him. Sparrowpelt curled around her only kit as often as she could, praying to StarClan to let him live. By their grace, he did.
Spiderkit spent most of leaf-bare alone, as far as kits went. He spent a deal of time being the only one younger than six-moons in the nursery, and that made him a paw-full for not only his mother, but other queens in the nursery. One of the older queens kitted when Spiderkit was four moons of age, just as newleaf was starting to peek through leaf-bare. Two tiny she-kits were born and for the first time he wasn't alone. The Queens watched with some amusement as he questioned their parents, gently inspecting the two kits. As soon as Antkit and Pebblekit were old enough to open their eyes and toddle around, Spiderkit was showing them around happily, even though he was almost old enough to be an apprentice.
New kits in the nursery were a fine thing, but quickly became a bore. It was when his new little friends were a few moons old, that Spiderkit became Spiderpaw.
APPRENTICE
Spiderpaw was apprenticed to an older black molly by the name of Shadefur.
