Previous Clan(s): N/A

Element: WATER

Sexuality: Bisexual, Masc. Leaning



Brief Description: Otterwade is a sleek, copper-toned leopard spotted tom with bright green eyes.

In-depth Description:

Otterwade is a sleek-furred tom with bright tan fur and cream underfur lining his legs, tail, face, and belly. The distinct and precise patterns along his face do nothing to soften the often sour resting expression upon it. There is no softness in his jade eyes, they are vibrant only when his temper is released on others. His spots and stripes resemble that of a panther's, even to the thick stripes going down his blunt tail. Despite this, his mother named him after her favorite creature of the water, the active and sleek otters that swim down the rivers they live by. His bright yellow-green eyes are sharp and almost always narrowed at cats he deems troublesome. The warrior's build is compact and stocky, more used to padding on solid ground, though he isn't a stranger to water, it rolls off his back.





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Personality description:

Savvy, energetic, and coy. A roundabout speaker with a sharp tongue and sharper claws. The tom tends to prefer to dance around his object of attention rather than face them head on, dismissing them with a quick whip of the tail. He's rude and flippant, but he's honest when he criticizes, never missing an opportunity to improve his clan mates and patch them back up at the same time. Otterwade prides himself for being a step ahead of others, even when in reality he may not be. The notion that young cats like to coat battle and clan rivalry in honey irritates him to no end. When it comes to it, Riverclan is his only home and sworn loyalty. He's a perfectionist and snaps at rowdy apprentices like a crazed badger in his worst moods… He's not a softhearted tom showing affection or outward care for any cat he has to be around, but he's never abrasive to a point he would willingly make a young or sensitive cat cry. There are breaking points in his demeanor, but only certain cats have access to them. To fine oneself on Otterwade's good side is quite an accomplishment.

Unlike most warriors, he tends to actively argue against any and every opinion or suggestion that gets offered to the clan as a whole. He has no doubt there are flaws in every decision, and constantly seeks to shatter them apart. He doesn't intend on confusing or upsetting his clan mates, instead makes them aware of risks and his own personal doubts. As a result he often butts heads with heavily opinionated cats, and walks all over meeker ones. 





Unlocked Skills: Water Element

• Squirt. 
• Water Breathing.
• Bubble Party.
• Mastery Skill: N/A

*History:

Otterkit was born to an older she-cat [ Ripple- ] , it had been an odd miracle that a majority of his litter had not died. Though the sickly runt, a pale silvery tom named Pondkit, died of greencough in the Leaf-bare that followed their birth alongside the queen nursing them. The three remaining kits had been mostly unexpected, and [ Ripple- ] had not yet revealed their father since she had not openly taken a mate. 

This proved to be a concern, with three kits to spread out among the rest of the nursing queens, it was a difficult time to adjust. The loss of both a mother and littermate negatively impacted Otterkit's ability to empathize with others, leading him to squabble and fuss at other kits besides his littermates. 

Shrikekit was similarly cold and callous, both egging each other on to do mischief and out perform the other. Often the duo would lead to trouble-making regardless of whether they teamed up or competed against the other. Their intense rivalry gave Charcoalkit an odd third-wheel experience as he was often more well-behaved or good-natured than his littermates. 

Growing up, the trio were a little inseparable due to their shared origin, of course there were rumors that they were fathered by a loner since Shrikekit had been born an earth element. How truthful or not, there was always a small stain lingering on each of their reputations, and all had responded differently to how to deal with it.

For Otterpaw, it was dedication and pride in the fact he fitted the ideal Riverclan cat: a good swimmer, a sleek pelt, a taste for hearty fish, and most importantly: an openness for sharing his thoughts. He was a brash and unruly young tom, but a strict mentor and many moons of training and a newly-found appreciation for proper etiquette toned his lashing tongue to a tempered tool for reasoning. Out of all lessons Otterpaw had learned, it was when to best speak up, change minds, and turn a conversation in one's favor that kept his head high. 

Otterwade, despite a humble and troubled start, became a proud warrior of his clan. Unknown sire or not, he swore his dying breath to his clan. He channeled a fierce, but sly image of himself, much like a stirring creek: much more deadly than the calm surface seems.