timberpaw the timid.

[TIMBERPAW]

timberpaw CLAN: windclan RANK: apprentice GENDER: tom SEXUALITY: bisexual AGE: eight moons OOC: lost PERSONALITY Timid, uncertain, naive, shy, eager, cautious, anxious. Awkward. Young Timberpaw is anything but your average apprentice. No, he's not bouncing off the walls, badgering his clan mates for trouble, or even picking fights with authority. This little fella is simply your cool cat, so to speak. Rather, lacking the cool. He's typically on the quiet side, and though loves making friends, often lets his shyness overrule all. On that note, lest not forget one little thing. Timberpaw, of all apprentices, is incredibly awkward. It's enough to push his shyness aside to simply talk to another feline, but nothing was ever promised he'd be good at talking to said company. In fact, the tom is rather fail when it comes to socializing, in a boyish, adorable sort of way. Shy. As earlier mentioned, this little guy is extremely shy. Male pride? Next to none. It takes a lot of courage for young Timberpaw to waltz up to another feline, she-cats in particular, and strike up casual conversation. It's not that he doesn't want to make friends, hell, he longs for such companions, it's just a matter of going about it. What should he do? Play it cool? That would be a disaster waiting to happen. Sure, she might find that awkward, shy thing kinda cute, though mister Timberpaw seems too oblivious to notice. He doesn't have much of a confidence, to be blunt about it. He's more of a shadow character. The canine has no problem being part of the crowd, laughing, listening, doing whatever. But just that. He likes to watch the excitement, not be a part of it. As soon as his voice is demanded, or the spot light is reared and placed on him, Timberpaw is all out of his element, he'd rather be running with his tail between his legs, to say in the least. Timid. Along with shyness, comes that timid nature. Like earlier said, male pride isn't high on this fella's to-do list. In fact, he'll let just about any mouse-brained canine smack talk him without even thinking of raising a claw. Sure, the he's got pride, and the odd fella from time to time does manage to get under his fur, but he's certainly not violent. Despite the fact Timberpaw is at a constant battle to prove his place in his clan, and convince himself that it is in his blood. The canine can get frustrated, sure, but nine times out of ten, he'll stalk away before anything happens. And unless he is in fact protecting his companions, Timberpaw is all about the defense. Curious. This little tom's always watching from the side lines. He likes to be part of the crowd, sure, but he doesn't like to have the voice, so to speak. Timberpaw is all eyes and ears, constantly learning from the world he sees around him. And with all these wondrous sights, comes the curiosities. He's always loved the thought of adventure, as much as it scares him so. Too many times has Timberpaw been curious, but too shy to speak up. He's constantly fascinated by the world around him, and his peers. Now, it's only time to put those wonders into words. Oblivious. If you haven't noticed, Timberpaw isn't the best social butterfly out there. And with that awkward nature, comes inexperience. When it comes to the feelings of others, their thoughts, their opinions, he's as blind as bat, especially when it comes to she-cats. Relationships? Not his forte. It might be a while yet before Timberpaw can connect the dots, and open his eyes to what's really in front of him. Humble. Timber's all about trying his best and being perfect, he always had been. Its that everlasting goal to improve. He works with every fiber of his being, and does everything he possibly can to get it right. And from time to time, those efforts are marveled. And like every time, comes the surprise. Timber's a humble kid, and accepts graciously, but appraise has always confused the young wolf. As an canine, Timber feels it's his job to work had and get the techniques perfect to the dot. Uncertain. I'd like to say Timber is the perfect lupine. I'd like to say he's dedicated, loyal, and going places. But something, something deep in the pit of his stomach, holds him back. As you can probably tell, the young tom isn't the most confident kid out there, in fact, he rather doubtful with everything about him. From saying the right things to doing the right moves. And this, of course, leads to a lot of confusion. All too often has Timber felt scared, uncertain. Scared of what the life ahead of him holds, scared, of losing, scared of not doing it right. All too often, has he wanted to flee, just retreat from the world, and get out of the fur of others around him. He's insecure to say in the least. Timber's constantly feeling like he's not good enough, and as a result, he feels the need to do what he does best. Run. All too often, has that fate been tested. HISTORY Timberpaw was born into the very heart of Windclan, to a fierce and proud father and a delicate, loyal mother. Timberpaw was very close with his mother - she was soft, nurturing, and everything a mother needed to be. She allowed the young tom to explore the world around him, though he never dared venture too far form her side.  His father, on the other paw, was an incredibly respectable warrior. The tom lived and breathed for Windclan. The was proud and strong, and everything Timberpaw could look up to. His body was a labyrinth of battle scars, yet the warrior carried himself with honour. Timberpaw was never exceptionally close with his father but he knew that was what being a warrior was meant to be. The kit found himself becoming increasingly timid as he grew older. Timberpaw's mother was sheltering and protective, but she could never protect her son from the horrors of the world. Timberpaw began to see the world for what it really was, for the hardships and the struggle that Windclan had to go through. This terrified him. By the time the tom was six moons old, Timberpaw felt as though he wasn't ready to face the world. He'd gain his new name, and it would be the first time he'd have to part with his mother. He struggled as an apprentice - reluctant in the ways of combat training and competition. Timberpaw began to question himself, was he really meant to be a warrior? Did he have what it takes? Would he ever be a strong as his fatheR? A moon after Timberpaw's apprentice ceremony, his mother surname to illness and would join the ranks of Starclan. This was Timberpaw's rock bottom - he'd retreat further into his shell after that. Upon the she-cat's death, Timberpaw's father went scarce, as though having been wiped off the map.

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