Name:Waspkit Wasppaw
WaspstingAge: 8 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Mistclan
Rank: Apprentice
Picture:
Spiderpaw on the right Wasppaw on the left.
Description:Wasp is tall dark and handsome. Looking eerily identical to his brother the only thing that set the two apart are their different colored eyes. While Spiderpaw's right eye is green Wasppaw's is a deep amber color and vise versa. Dark chocolate colored pelts match each other without any mars. When twined together with their eyes closed it becomes so hard to tell the twins apart it's near impossible. Often their long thin tails twine with each other as well. Becoming a twisted rope of waving tail they have mastered the art of walking so close to each other they can maintain this kind of contact. It can look very difficult indeed but with their long thin legs and slender grace they pull it off with ease. Wasppaw hardly ever miss-steps and neither does Spiderpaw. They sway in unison, run in unison and in battle they become terrors of flashing brown fur. Leaping over, sliding under and attacking the same enemy with four identical paws they are a single unit in whatever they do.
Looking like traditional Mistclan cats they are sleek. Their fur having a natural sheen to it they almost shine. With large ears that compliment their sharp faces and uniform brown whiskers they don't have a single hair that is not brown. While his brother tends to circle Wasp weaves. He sways side to side as his brother circles his and even when his brother is not circling him he sort of sways back and forth. Lending more to his strange persona. It isn't really a conscious thing but something that comes naturally to him. Even though the twins have a ways to grown they are already pretty tall. Standing nearly as tall as the warriors the thin brothers are impressive to behold. The way they move is hypnotic. Neither moves without the other like they are invisibly sewn together. Like two halves of a whole they can finish each others sentences in their silken dark tones. It isn't often one is without the other but when they re something seems wrong like the apprentices are cut in half, something is missing. While most siblings walk one right after the other these two brothers are enmeshed at the hip walking level wherever they go. If it comes to a space that is too small for them to proceed side by side they always argue that the other should go first.
Description Summary: Thin dark brown tom with left eye green right eye amber.
Personality:Wasp-paw is his brothers mirror. He is just as twisted in humor as his brother. They despise all other company and usually stick to themselves. It is rare for either of them to be smiling at anyone other then each other but when they do it's not likely a good sign. They have been called tricksters and devils, their dark minds creating the most elaborate of pranks to play on their clanmates. While Spiderpaw tends to be the mouthpiece of this machine of mayhem Wasppaw doesn't speak nearly as often. He prefers to communicate with Spiderpaw with tail touches and facial expressions. While Spiderpaw smooths things over with the warriors Wasppaw sits in silence. He would gladly bite off his own tongue then rat out his twin. When in real trouble the two become statues. As silent as the grave and twice as scary looking. The dark looks they give other cats give substance to the rumor that they were aided by dark forest cats into life. Caring so little for anyone else but themselves they can laugh at others pain and smile in the face of death.
They hardly ever leave each other side. The way they move is hypnotic. Neither moves without the other like they are invisibly sewn together. Like two halves of a whole they can finish each others sentences in their silken dark tones. It isn't often one is without the other but when they re something seems wrong like the apprentices are cut in half, something is missing. While most siblings walk one right after the other these two brothers are enmeshed at the hip walking level wherever they go. If it comes to a space that is too small for them to proceed side by side they always argue that the other should go first. If separated from Spiderpaw Wasppaw's quiet, cruel domineer goes out the window. He becomes aggressive and nasty. Not caring if he gets in trouble or not he will become vehement towards his clanmates. While Spiderpaw becomes distant and angry Wasppaw, the quiet one, becomes loudly objective about everything. He hate being away from his other half and is a menace until they are reunited. If other cats so much as brush up against him his claws unsheathe. He hates being touched by anyone but Spiderpaw and may even get a little violent. He even took a swipe at the medicine cat when he was confined to her den. His stay was supposed to span several days but after half a day the medicine cat had had enough. It seems that if the two are separated a rift opens in their hearts and all the evil of the dark forest leaks out of them. The longer the separation the greater the evil in them becomes.
I wouldn't want to stand in between these two dark hearted brothers. . .Would you?
History: "I'm sorry Greyfeather but she didn't make it but she gave you two sons, they are just waiting for their father, Rosethorn will nurse them along side her one kit." Spoke Grizzledclaw, the medicine cat of Mistclan to Greyfeather a dark brown tom-cat with striking green eyes. He stepped forward and into the nursery, the odd smell of birth thick in the air, covered in moss and lavender to hide her death smell was his mate of 20 moons, Sparrowsong. He stared down at his sons, their pelts a clear reminder of his now dead mate. He growled, but Grizzledclaw urged him to calm down.
"They need names." He spoke kindly, trying not to upset the tom anymore then he had been.
Greyfeather looked to the ceiling above him spying a small spider in the corner, his ears flicked as Rosethorn's daughter talked about almost stepping on a wasp.
"Name then Spiderkit and Waspkit, but I want nothing to do with them Grizzledclaw, they are no longer my sons." Greyfeather said curtly causing a gasp from Rosethorn, the twins meowing for attention. He harshly pushed them over, causing them both to squeak in pain, he left the nursery.
Rosethorn nursed them happily but as they grew she slowly pushed them away, they were to rough with her daughter Lillykit. They were younger just maybe two moons but they grew fast and often rolled over her and tried to play with her in far to rough of games. Rosethorn being the both a gossiping queen and a fearful StarClan believer, started a rumor that both Spiderkit and Waspkit stole their mother's life, killing her as soon as they were born with the help of The Dark Forest cats.
The rumors spread like wildfire, some ignored it since well Rosethorn had a habit of lying, but Greyfeather believed every word. Every time he came across the two of them he'd push or growl at them, the twins didn't understand why a warrior would be so mean to them, after all they didn't know he was their father. Spiderkit and Waspkit grew thick as thieves, keeping to each other, it was safer that way, no Greyfeather hurting them or Rosethorn spreading even more lies. They talked mostly to each other and hardly socialized outside of what was required.
As they grew up Spiderkit and Waspkit started to pull pranks on Lillykit who was still so very very small and dimwitted. Rosethorn begged for her to remain in the nursery till she was at least as big as Spiderkit and Waspkit, the leader agreed after all queens knew best.
As they pulled pranks on her, they gradually became more and more dangerous once resulting in Lillykit in the medicine cat's den for nearly a moon with a twist paw and badly stung face from a bee. Spiderkit and Waspkit enjoyed discomfort not to mention the thrill of getting away with a prank.
6 moons old Spiderkit and Waspkit were named Spiderpaw and Wasppaw and moved to the apprentice den where their pranks have gotten wilder given free rein on Mistclan territory.
RP Example: N/A
Other: {{Warning song is kinda creepyandordark and I think it may have some bad language DD=}}. Theme is Setting Yourself Up For Sarcasm by Get Scared ft. Escape the Fate
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