Otterpaw | Runnelclan Deputy

Name:Otterkit Otterpaw
Gender: Tom
Age: 19 Moons, late greenleaf
Loyalty: Runnelclan
Rank: Deputy


seems so long ago since we were carefree

The most apparent and striking feature of Otterpaw's being is clearly his pure, bright green eyes. In fact, it is a wonder he is not called 'Greenpaw' or 'Brightpaw' but that's what happens when a kit doesn't open his eyes until weeks after a kit naturally should. Framing his gorgeous green eyes are long silky whiskers and black fur. The white of his muzzle, paws, and underbelly steak up the ridge of his nose to the top of his head while his black and dark brown and dark red dappled fur covers his back and tail in a blur. His short, shining, waterproof fur is perfect for a Runnelclan cat, aiding in his swimming and proving the amount of fish Otterpaw consumes. His long, agile legs and long tail are great for swimming, the slender cat quick and perfectly balanced with every movement when he hunts, although when he walks, there are times when he looks like a fish out of water, much more comfortable with the length of his limbs when swimming than when on land. He can be found tripping over his own two feet often, rather embarrassed by the fact, so he usually pays careful attention to how he walks, his stumbles usually the cause of some kind of distraction.


photographs lost in time are all i see

Neat | Loyal | Mature | Intelligent | Kind | Patient | Humble | Clumsy | Sensitive | People-pleaser | Self-destructive

Otterpaw is one of the most loyal cats you could ever meet. He would die for his clan in an instant, very protective of them, especially those who can not defend themselves. He is kind in that way, wanting to protect the innocent, and surprisingly patient with the younger, more impulsive cats around him. A people-pleaser, some might call him, he doesn't know how to say no, even if he wanted to. Need help building a den? Otterpaw will jump in. Want someone to put mousebile on your ticks? Otterpaw's your cat. Pretty much any job that needs doing that no cat wants to do ends up in Otterpaw's paws and he completes these tasks with a gusto, because beneath the surface lies a different cat. One who hates himself for even breathing, for daring to wake up every morning, for having the audacity to go on living. He is entirely self-destructive and, while other cats view him as simply being humble, he believes he is undeserving of the position of deputy. After all, he is a killer... isn't he? (see history)



a pointless nostalgic - that's me - that's me

Mother: Willowbrook, Flowersong (adopted)
Father: Badgerfoot
Sibling(s): Dappledkit, Reedpaw, Dawnwing(adopted), Foxstep(adopted)
Mentor: Minnowleap
Mate: None
Kits: None


thoughts running 'round my head today

When Otterpaw was born, it wasn't a happy day. Oh, sure, it was supposed to be, for Willowbrook and Badgerfoot couldn't have been more in love and no couple could have been more deserving of kits, but when new life brought about the death of queen and kit, devastation washed over Otterpaw's father and what was supposed to be happy turned out to be very sad indeed. Flowersong took Otterpw and his brother in, feeding and caring for them alongside her two other kits, and the clan was able to keep up with the queen, making sure she was the very first to be fed so she could feed the four kits and keep them healthy. Right from the start, however, Otterpaw was an odd kit. He didn't open his eyes until days after his brother, and he didn't play like the other kits. Oh, sure, he wanted to fight and hunt and be a warrior like the rest of them, but while they could be found sneaking off to terrorize the elders, he could be found cleaning. If they insisted, and only if they insisted, would he go along with the others, wanting to make them happy. The queens called him mature for his age. His mentor thought him Starclan's blessing until she died with the great leafbare. Turns out he was just waiting for his chance to be stupid. If you were to peel back Otterpaw's layers and ask him, truly, who killed his brother, he would say it was him. The truth is, his father's resentment for his kits who lived on when his mate died drove him to insanity in the middle of the horrible leafbare. Starving, depressed, and revengeful, Badgerfoot cornered his sons at the Auroraclan boarder, driving them up the rocks of moon falls. Otterpaw slipped, falling down into a snowdrift and falling unconscious, and when he woke up, both his father and brother were gone.



reminiscing my cares away

Roleplayer: Jimmy


'til i realize what life's meant to be





i'm the pointless nostalgic - that's me - that's me