FROTHCLAN: cougarpaw • apprentice

[[ [ COUGAR ] ]]

{ COUGARPAW }
honoured MALE APPRENTICE of FROTHCLAN

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» { Surface Layers }

Short Appearance:

brown and grey ticked tom with bright amber eyes

Appearance:

Build]] Simple; big. Not fat. Muscle, baby, all muscle. A respectable frame, is it not? It's all in the genes. Mother's genes, that is. Father was such a wimp; oh, well. I'm a larger cat; our whole clan is large, y'know, but I'm large even for t'em. I got that average-length tail, possibly shorter than average legs. No way you can push me over. Sure, I ain't built for all that 'agility' or 'stealth' dirt, but if I ever fall off a cliff I won't worry 'bout getting hurt, right? Yeah.

Pelt]] Grey. ish. I dunno. Sometimes it's sandy, sometimes it's light brown. It kinda... shifts, y'know? What else do I say? It's a plain, short-haired pelt, but it sheds. A lot. You wouldn't believe the fur that comes off-a me. Cats say my fur looks really soft, but I don't want them knowin' that. If the boys found out I was soft on the outside- boy, then I'd get it! I blend in nice with the boulders and the cliffs. The sandy beaches would hide me nice, if I ever got a reason to hid. And smoke. Don't forget smoke.

Eyes]] Brown. Amber. Again, it changes. Shifts. My whole body's like a mirror for our whole clan. Shifty. Stealthy. And in-your-face. They get a real dark, almost black around the edges and then fade in to golden and yellow on a bad day. 'Course, I can't get you any p'omises, but that's like a... general approach. You can't, like, get lost in them or anything. And they don't swirl or shine or any of that dirt. I'll just leave that to the she-cats, thank you.

» { Deep Inside }

Personality:

Look, what else do you want? A personality? Sheesh, it's like I've done something or somethin'. Getting' asked all these questions...

Well, I'm tough. Thick-boned. I'm not mean, mind you, but I sure ain't wonna those ol' clan apprentices, with their 'manners' and 'loyalty'. None of us are, and it's prob'bly why we ain't trusted. Us apprentices; we're told to keep quiet. At gatherings, and especially around other clans. It'sa like the leaders are hiding' us or somethin'. hiding the real us, that is. They say we have to speak 'right'. Like all those otha clans speak 'right'. Why can't us Frothclanners act like ourselves? Oh, well. To put it simply, I'm not nice.

The other clans think we're brutes or somethin'. They don't trust us, I can tell. Especially me. All those other cats are onto me for somethin'. But I didn't do it, 'kay? I didn't do nothin'. nothin' at all. Cats just say I did it 'cause I'm bigger than them. They think, 'ohhh, look at Cougarclaw! he's big and he's not like us and so he must be a criminalllll!' But I don't listen to them. It's not good to listen to mousedung, right? right.

I admit, sometimes I crack. I got a soft spot for the ocean. Now, don't think I'm wonna those beach-lovin' freaks like Shoreclan or whatevva; I just like lookin' out at it sometimes. The boys never catch me; everyone knows I'm the best cliff-jumper in the clan; I get to places no cat'll ever find. It's just me, 'kay? Don't get your fur in a knot.

Bein' the closest clan to Talon is what really gets me. The other clans call us untrustworthy! Ha! And yet they all ignore those little schemin' dogs. If I waz the leader of this clan, I'd go right up to Jaggedclan or who'ever's in charge here and demand they chase those little buggers out. They ain't good for anythin', and if we don't make a stand soon they'll get us good. Maybe I'm the only one that knows it, but I sure ain't gonna tell. If those older cats find out I'mma smarter than them; well, it'll get real bad real fast fo' me. Our clan mighta been sent by Starclan, but we ain't your average kittypet! Ha!

Speakin' of Starclan... I don't know why our cats are kiddin' ourselves with this dirt. I don't know who does, but I sure don't believe in wise cats in the sky. I do know this- boy, are these clans gullible! If we shaped up some, I bet we'd have all of'um as our personal slaves. They're eating out of our paws with this badgerdung! I gess we should respect them, but it's sure hard. Who wantsa hang with cats who talk to stars at night? Bah!

'Kay, before I go on and tell you all our other secrets; you should prob'ly go. I've told you more than my fair share o' things, and if the Boys find out 'bout this I'm no better than crowfood! You get everythin' you want, right? Right? Starclan, please tell me right.

Family:

Mother: deceased
Father: probably out there, somewhere...
Nursing Queen: unnamed, still in the clan
Step-brother: Nursing queen's kit
Step-brother: nursing queen's other kit, Cougar's best friend.

History:

More? Honestly, it's like you want my whole life story or somethin'. What; you do?! Who are you, anyway? Fine, fine, whatevah. Here I go.

I was born to two nut-heads. My mother was some big, small-minded brute rouge who didn't really care for herself and died early. My father was a skimpy, scrawny, nasty little buggar who got my mom pregnant. 'Opposites attract', they said as other rouges asked'um what wuz goin' on. They were supposed to be in love, but they never saw each-other again after I was born as the only kit in the litter. So much for love, right? Yeah, I don't really know what happened between them. It doesn't matter, though; the past is the past, right? and I barely knew my mum, anyway.

I was still a little kit when Mum died. I wandered around for a while; could'a been a day, could'a been a moon. With my bad memory, it's hard to tell. All I know is, that I found the cliffs and the first thing I did was start climbin' um. Some warrior I don't even 'member now, found me and brought me in. The clan was... about a moon or so old, and they were anxious to get a kit who could climb. I was welcomed right away, and thank Starclan there was a queen nursin' at the time who would take me on. I was way smarter than the three other suck'lers she birthed, and was able to wean fast. I lived the royalty for a while, then more able cats joined and I was old news. It was okay; those three moons or so were okay wit' me. I prob'ly didn't deserve much more than that.

Apprenticeship started well, or at least in my opinion it did. I was bored most of the time, so I caused minor trouble. Let's just say I spent more time cleaning out the elder's den than anything else, heh heh. We're a full clan now, and times are runnin' smoothly. Our leaders don't seem too bright, so I guess I'll just wait and see what happens.

Go away; now I'm really gettin' tired of ya. If you swear that this is the last thing, will you go away and leave me to ma peace? Fine, fine, whatevah. Shoot away.

Reason for Name:

Ma'name's Cougar 'cause, well, I dunno. Prob'ly ma color. I don't remember if ma mother named me that, or if I got the name once I came to Frothclan, but I sure know that It's pretty darn accurate. I like to tell the boys it's cause I climb and cliff-hop like the cliff cougars (Mountain lions) that sometimes hang around the territory.

» { Inside Secrets }

IC:

cougarclaw
i've been wrong, I've been down
to the bottom of every bottle
despite words in my head
scream "are we having fun yet?"

"What's going on here? Who are you cats?! And what pile of dung would let you in?" I couldn't believe it. It was like a little party here, and these two foul-smelling strangers were in the center of our supposedly 'heavily guarded' camp!

At this state, I was really a sight to see. Here I am, all messed up and bloodshot from my sleep- don't you go askin' bout my sleep, I'll get over it, and I hear commotion. I walk out of the warriors den to find this dirt! I give everyone a glare; it's what earned me my reputation. My most admirable quality, above others 'course. I look at these two cats up and down.

So, first, you got this tom-cat, not much older than a 'prentice, I suppose. He's a pretty sly lookin' tom, and he's upset I can tell; he's all rouge-lookin' and angry. I almost feel bad for the little brat; you know, before I come to my senses.

The she-cat next to 'im, though, is a total wreck. She looks like she's about to kill everyone around her. From the smell of Talonclan, I was pretty sure she just might. Well, she might beat the other guys, y'know, but not me. No one beats me.

"Who are you two cats and what right you got on Frothclan territory?" I narrowed my brown eyes fiercely and stared at the intruders. "And don't give me no sob story either, or I'll have ----star himself at your paws to chase you out." I warned the other Frothclanners to stay quiet. From what it seemed, the cats of this clan were as clueless as I was about the situation. I had to show control, though; I wuz just that kinda cat, comprendo?

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I'm not sure if first person RPing is allowed here. If not, I'll RP Cougar from third person.