» alder && dying in your arms

[(aurora) of the problematique]

Alderpaw
Ladies and gents, put down your fans and cigars.
This kid's a boy looking for a lady friend you to shut the hell up. Keep in mind that this hustler is seven moons young so keep your heads low and your hands high. He commands your respect as a BrightClanner should.
Make no mistake. He'll kill you, apprentice or not.

I'm wearing thin wearing out becoming weak
Holding hands with this rope she's my self-destructive
Bleeding disease the things that makes it hard to breathe
But if I shoved you far away
This addict just starved again asphyxiated

Alderpaw is a pretty thin tomcat, and because of this, his body is kept compact. His ears are little triangles that fit his head quite well, putting cones on the edges of his pentagonal face. His muzzle is pointed at the chin but rounded with his tiny pink nose. Set beyond his muzzle are circular eyes, colored a dull kiwi-green hue. Above his eyes are sprouts of whiskers that look like funny eyebrows, but the real whiskers are the white threads branching off of his white muzzle. Since Alderpaw is quite a slim tom, he has skinny shoulders, a slender body, and long tail. He can climb with remarkable speed, and has no fear of jumping from most heights. He uses his white paws and pink paw pads to accomplish this, and also his pink claws that cling to everything. Alderpaw is a mostly white tom but he has a helmet of black that extends to a large blotch that spreads all along his back as if he had let someone dump black paint on him. His tail is also pure ebony. He has a tiny spot of sable on his lower lip and on his left front paw. His pelt gives him the advantage because his coloring seems to break his body up so that prey don’t realize what he is until it’s too late. He is also scar-less.

And now I see it's you that's tearing me ensnaring me
This is me dying in your arms I cut you out now set me free

Alderpaw goes through most of his day in secrecy, glaring at those who ask where he’s going. He does not encroach on other’s privacy unless he has to and expects other to do the same. For some odd reason, all of his plans seem to fall through without any explanation whatsoever but he will tell you that it came from moons of planning and organizing…if you ever get him to talk to you at all. He’s intelligent and enigmatic, so he’ll think up elaborate plans of avoiding other cats if he knows they have a chance of getting in his way. He’s a calculating cat but he prefers to hide in the shadows unless he’s needed. He is a dark knight.

Alderpaw rarely speaks or makes any effort to make his presence known. He is notorious for appearing behind cats without them noticing for about fifteen minutes until someone finally clears their throat and mentions him. He’s reluctant to reveal anything he has to say when he’s surrounded by a lot of cats; he prefers to talk in private or not at all. He tends to stay away from the crowd, often experiencing claustrophobia when doing so.

A very astute cat, this tom has to make sure everything is done in a certain order or else he knows that the rest of the day will go to hell. However, he’s countered that kit-age thought process by being able to develop a Plan B in a few moments time. When you make a move, Alderpaw will have calculated the next 200 possibilities of what could happen. He contemplates and muses before making any decisions.

As much of a precautious loner that he is, he does try his best to be thoughtful of other’s feelings and opinions, even if they don’t coincide with his. When he was younger, he used to simply dismiss everyone, but now that he’s grown up, he’s come to realize that other people matter too. While he may ignore you or be mute the majority of the time, he does have a heart under there.

Lynched high above what used to be
In her gallows built for me
So I escaped cut this noose around my
Neck I break free to see the things you blinded me

Past: I’m know that you rant and rave about how Majesticfeather was such a wonderful warrior, but that still doesn’t erase the fact that she fell in love with a rogue named Rift. Yeah, sure, he was nice enough, but he wasn’t Clanborn. Majesticfeather was going against the Warrior Code, but she continued seeing him. There was a problem, of course, when Shaftwind found out. He was Majesticfeather’s other secret love, by the way. Well anyway, he found out but Majesticfeather begged and begged him not to tell anyone about Rift. While Shaftwind conceded, Majesticfeather started going crazy with guilt. She abandoned her own kits, leaving BrightClan probably never to return.

Zoom in on the lastborn son, that white and black cottonball over there. Yeah, that’s Alderkit. He was one of the odd kits, Lycoriskit to name another. He was always making schedules in the dirt, constantly thinking even when his foster mom told him to sleep. He could never sleep; he had to keep writing down his ideas. I remember when he bit another kit who tumbled in the earth that held one of Alderkit’s plans. He got grounded for two weeks.

Alderkit became Alderpaw in his sixth moon, riding the path to warriorhood. Around the time this happened, he fell in love with Palepaw, but she broke his heart by rejecting his advances.

And I shoved you far away
Now I live the life I dreamed of
Majesticfeather – mother
Rift – father
Turtlepaw; Quailpaw; Elmpaw; Lycorispaw – siblings
Palepaw -- ex-love

You're dead to me
poison tears crash down

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[(aurora) of the problematique]

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