Green-Earth Davon

Basic info:

Name:
Davon

Nickname:
'Von'

Kit Name:
Bug

Age:
Two Season cycles, born in Winter (I think thats right)

Gender:
Male

Tribe:

Tattoo:

Green-Earth

Profession:
Warrior

Skills:

Feel the Earth/ Growing Plants 1/Growing plants 2/

Shift the Earth

Personal:

Personality:

Shy:

Although Davon appears to be fairly fairly prickly on the outside, or even anti-social at times, it's only because he's uncomfortable, or just worried he'd miss up and offend someone. He's got slight confidence issues. Although, if someone would be willing to keep at him, he would come out of his comfort zone a little bit at a time and progress into a great friend.

Strong willed:

Despite his shy outlook in life, he's silently very strong willed in his thoughts. If he's in an argument, or in a situation where his opinion is asked, he will argue his point if he thinks he's right, but will back down eventually.

Enthusiastic:

Davon enjoys to learn about things, and in turn, this has taught him to be very open minded. He will listen to anything new, and store it away inside, happy to of learnt something new either from the cats around him, the tribes, or even the environment. This is the only rule that, other then his strong will, that will bring him out of his shell.

Obsessive:

If he's given a task, or see's something out of place, he will not give up until it is done correctly. It could be a mild form of OCD, but if he tries, he can ignore the urge. With a task, he will continuously do it over, or just wont rest, until he's done it right.

Sweet

He's a fairly nice, kind cat beneath his anti-social behaviour. Because of his quite nature, a lot of cats don't notice the small things he does for the tribe, never wanting the attention, but wanting to help, even with the things that a lot of people would deem not very important. If he's roused into speaking, or spending time with another cat, he'll be polite and happy. He has a good sense of humour, as well



History:

Davon was born into exile, a small, sickly little thing. The cold wilderness didn't do him any favours, and neither did it do any good to his parents, or the cats in the general area where they made their home. Winter was a harsh time for a kit, but they survived without many problems. Some of the cats around had decided that they should move to one of the 'tribes' that populated a far away area, and Davon, then Bug, was confused, still only young. His parents refused the idea, and so, they all stayed behind. He was asked as well if he wanted to go, saying that he'd be looked after, but he was still very attached to his family. He didn't know anybody else, and the thought of going into a completely alien society from what he was used to was terrifying. He stayed with his parents.

During the seasons after, he started to grow, and learn, and mature. He was still a little afraid of leaving the security of his family, but he'd started to stray away from them more then he'd used to. He learned from some of the other cats about the Tribes, and his eyes were wide and his fur prickled with slight excitement as he sat and listened to their tales. He was starting to sway in his choice to stay, and curiousness was swirling around in his head at the prospect of what if. What if he hadn't of stayed, and gone with the others. They'd not come back, so wherever they went, it must have been good, or they would have left. He wondered about the new things, and the ways of the other cats. What it would be like to live a stable life where everyone cared for every other cat. When talk of the next shift came, he made a decision - he was going to go as well. He wanted to know, felt like he belonged. The life he had now was starting to seem bland, and scary, compared to the stories he'd heard. He new his parents wouldn't mind... they barely even really paid attention to him any more.

Unfortunately, there was a huge skirmish over a part of the territory, and Davon was caught in the cross fire, along with his mother. He was badly injured, and when the cats started to leave again, he was unable to join them. This knowledge tugged at his heart, and he was depressed for a long time afterwards. They wouldn't allow any other cats into their ranks, he knew that, he just knew it. He'd not get another chance. Resigning to his life, and his throbbing wounds, he gave up on his hopes to join.

Another cycle passed, and he carried on with his daily activities. He lost track of his father and mother, not knowing where they were most of the time, having seemed to abandon him, or just forget about him. But at long last, his wound healed and his age right, the third set of cats started to speak of moving. His kitish excitement came back to him, and he immediately dropped what he was doing and joined their party. He was told that the grey, bland marking on his shoulder was actually what depicted what tribe he would have been part of. And with a little help, he made his way there, hoping that he would be excepted into their tribe, with whatever position they would assign him. He didn't want to go back. When he was accepted, and named, he was overjoyed. He wore his new name proudly, and he finally felt like he belonged. They were everything he'd imagined them to be, and more. Despite Davon not really talking to many cats, and only getting involve in big events when he had to, he trained hard and finally became a decent warrior of Earth Tribe. He still only gets involved in big things when he has to, and still doesn't have many friends or companions, but he still trained himself different things to keep him active, and he still helped out where he could with the small things, perfectly happy in his new existence as a Earth-Tribe cat.

Family:
Mother - Shell. Grey-Air. Unknown status
Father - Ember. Grey-Water. Unknown status

Soulbond:
N/A

Other:

Apprentice/Mentor:
N/A

Rp Sample

Davon wandered through the new terrain, deep blue eyes wide as he observed the landscape before him. It was so breathtakingly different from his old home, the dreary repetitiveness of the secenry, the conversations, the constant edge you had to slip your paws so carefully on in order to survive. You could never relax. Here however, as he stepped over the boarder, he felt a sense of calm wash over him. Yes, he could still sense that you had to be careful, but it was peaceful. Happy.

Davon let a smile curl on his lips for the first time in a long while as he padded forwards, deeper into the territory, following his escort.

He had a good feeling about this place. He knew he'd made the right choice in comming, however many butterflies were storming their way around his stomach from his nerves. His paws felt as light as feathers, and inside he was mostly calm. Yeah... he thought to himself, I think I'll be happy here...

After a few moments, he and his escort vanished into the trees, leading Davon into a brand new life







Well this is my hoped cat for O_o I really hope I get in, I've been watching this group for a while, haha

I like how he came out, and I had to draw this on my trackpad on my laptop :/ My USB ports still bust, ugh

Any-how, enjoy