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- NAME Coconutpaw
- NICKNAMES Coco
- BIRTHSEASON Leaf-fall
- AGE 20 moons
- GENDER Male
- PRONOUNS He/Him
- ORIENTATION Homosexual
- RESIDENCE MonarchClan
- RANK Apprentice
- MENTOR Juniperhop
- APPRENTICE -
- STATUS Deceased
- VOICE CLAIM -
- MAIN THEME Same Man I Was Before
It burns my ears when they sing; Everything you do is wrong!
Legend says the bigger you are, the closer you are to StarClan. Coconut seems to be a contradiction to that statement.
Coconut finds himself in an awkward spot, between having six other brothers and a sister to keep up with, and a very needy disposition. Sometimes, you can’t always be the centre of attention! Not that that would stop Coconut from trying. The fifth son in Sweetmilk and Quill’s second litter, Coconut has a lot to live up to, and a whole system for how he wants to do it.
What's life without a little chaos?
With a boyish grin and chaotic, awkward charm that might be bordering on uncomfortable, Coconut takes everything in stride. He likes living his life in the moment, breezing past confrontation and focusing on the little parts. The sound of birds in the morning, the laughter of others, the way he can make cats stammer with the right words, it's all part of the fun for Coconut. Life is meant to be lived, rejoiced upon, and Coconut will do whatever it takes to do just that.
Different, odd, eccentric, but always teeming with a deep positivity, and doing his best to leave those around him better off. Even in bouts of nihilism, there’s a certain grace to him. The kind of nihilism that says: Life is meaningless, so nothing you do matters! Do whatever you want! Make things better while you’re here! Discomforting to some, but words that Coconut would easily choose to live by.
Between odd mannerisms and a jarring attitude, Coconut thrives in stealing the attention of others. He loves pushing buttons and seeing reactions, which can get him into situations that aren’t so easy to get out of. He’ll often rely on his siblings to take at least a fraction of the brunt of things, not without some apology gifts later. Actions are bigger than words to Coconut. Except when the words are tall tales and disjointed random trivia he somehow knows.
In truth, Coconut isn’t a bad cat. He doesn’t have a bad bone in his body, even if it’s the image he puts up. He’s soft at heart, and for certain cats it doesn’t take much for his actual feelings to come spilling out if prodded enough. Really, he just prides himself on being different. He’s weird. He’s a weirdo. Have you ever seen him without that stupid hat on? That’s weird.
All things considered, Coconut cares. A lot. About everything, and anything. He’s tender at his core, and sometimes his own empathy will catch him off guard, make him reassess himself.
Coconut is disingenuous in a lot of ways. He carries himself with an unmistakable confidence, and his heart tries to be in the right place, but following the pawsteps of his father, it's sometimes hard to be truthful about certain things. He doesn’t wear a mask, as all parts of his personality are him, and he knows as much, but there’s a level deeper to the tom that isn’t often dug up. An almost desperate need for validation haunts Coconut, and with it, sometimes an uglier feeling of jealousy. Having seven siblings is tough sometimes! Because of this, Coconut can be dismissive. He’s annoyingly good at redirection, and will weave long and beautiful statements if it means wiggling his way out of a conversation he doesn’t feel like having.
He’s a regular casanova, if Casanova was also a little freak with a hipster complex. Despite his affinity for being annoying, he also manages to be annoyingly suave sometimes. He’ll flirt himself stupid, but if any of his affections are returned, his entire world would flip on its head in an instant. God forbid it's a cat he genuinely likes, he’d turn into a blubbering mess faster than he could think of anything to say in return.
Coconut isn’t stupid, in fact while he’s no genius, he prides himself in knowing specific things shockingly well. He’s talented in all the things that don’t matter, and a fish out of water in most things that do. Want to know the wingspan of a raven? One hundred to one hundred and fifty centimetres. Want him to catch a mouse? Get ready to sit and wait for a couple hours. He’ll try, but trying might be worse than doing it at all.
Despite his thoughts on everything, Coconut isn’t a judgemental cat. Sure, if someone treats him poorly, his opinion of them may grow sour, but he’s almost naive in how quickly he can shift his feelings. Hurt him once, shame on you, hurt him twice, dude you’re kinda being a dick. Hurt him a third time? Alright maybe this is on him. Flattery makes him a little stupid, what can he say?
On top of all this, Coconut will go out of his way to care for others. He flaunts his “coolness” and mysterious nature (if you could call it that, more a fantasy of his) but when it comes down to it, if the cats he cares about need it, he’ll be there for them. Coconut shows his support in physical ways, whether it's grooming or cuddling, he’s almost overwhelmingly tactile. Do you need someone to smother you while you cry? Coconut is perfectly friend shaped. And he’ll only make fun of you a little bit afterwards.
- tender
- selfless
- hospitable
- non-judgemental
- charming
- chaotic
- eccentric
- positively nihilistic?
- reactionary
- avoidant
- dismissive
- disingenuous
- jealous
- needy
- abrasive
- MOTHER Sweetmilk
- FATHER Quill
- SIBLINGS Coldkit, Conkkit, Conchkit, Cypresskit, Firfang, Sealsplash, Smallfern
- MATE -
- OFFSPRING -
Coconutkit was born to Sweetmilk and Quill in early leaf-fall, alongside his four brothers; Coldkit, Conkkit, Conchkit, and Cypresskit. Part of his parents second litter, his older siblings are Firfang, Sealsplash and Smallfern.
Close with his brother, Cypresskit from an early age, Coconutkit was perhaps the most rambunctious kitten in his litter. Creative from day one, he spent a lot of time playing with pinecones and fiddling with stories in his head.
APPRENTICESHIP
Life as an apprentice was just as exciting! Though, some small part of Coconutpaw was sad to be leaving his mother in the nursery. With most of his brothers joining him in the apprentice's den, it wasn't quite so scary. Coconutpaw was given Juniperhop as a mentor, a cat he quickly came to respect and adore. Training wasn't easy for the tom, and most of the time he wound up returning back to make-believe pinecone cats. But to Coconutpaw, being a good warrior never meant learning to fight and hunt. Just like his mother, and his sister Smallfern, Coconutpaw felt much more content taking things easy. It was because of this, the young tom never truly pushed himself to get his warrior name.
During this time, Coconutpaw mostly kept close quarters with his brother and best friend: Cypresspaw! It was rare to see the brothers apart from one another, and though Coconutpaw could see his sibling often overworking himself, he always offered a nice nap afterwards. As much as Coconutpaw tried making friends, it didn't much work out. There were a few cats who he enjoyed spending time with, Parsleypaw being one of his first friends, but despite his bright and sunny efforts, Coconutpaw never much felt like part of the pack. Cats like Phoebepaw, and Larkpaw and Hootpaw always seemed to have others around them, so why couldn't Coconutpaw be part of that?
It was a lingering thought through the last half of his apprenticeship. Without meaning to, Coconutpaw had somewhat secluded himself. He liked being an oddball, but being lonely because of it wasn't his desired result.
Then, sickness began to crop up in the clan. MonarchClan knew sickness, but this was something else entirely. Cats were falling ill left and right. Coconutpaw ignored it the best he could, up until he couldn't anymore. He fell sick. Though his mother taught him that death and StarClan wasn't something to be feared, Coconutpaw didn't feel ready. And he'd seen very few cats recover from their illness.
Until the end, the tom remained positive. A smiling radient sun. Curled up next to his brother, Cypressroar, Coconutpaw fell asleep. He never woke again. Death hadn't scared him, neither did the Stars. He knew he'd be safe. But he never had his ceremony, and he never got to make the friends he wanted, and he never got to fall in love like all the stories said he would. Most of all, Coconutpaw would miss his family. The first of his littermates to die, Coconutpaw feared loneliness up in the sky.
He swore he'd see his family again. Hopefully long into the future. He decided to make more stories, while he waited. Just so he'd have lots to tell everyone, someday.
WARRIORHOOD
Coconutpaw never became a warrior.
- Preffix ━ Coconut; Something Quill spoke of to Sweetmilk once, from his life before MonarchClan.
- Suffix ━ Kit; Typical suffix for a cat under 6 moons.
- KIT ━ Coconutkit
- APPRENTICE ━ -
- Telling stories that are definitely fake. He’ll tell his siblings horror stories he made up with his OCs because he thinks it's funny.
- Flattery. It's the fastest way to his heart.
- Music! Coconut is surprisingly good at holding a tune. He’ll try to bully his siblings into singing with him.
- Coconut takes great amounts of pleasure in self care. It isn’t rare for him to beg his family for grooming sessions that could easily last hours were it up to him.
- Hamming everything up. So much. Dramatic isn’t even the right word for this fool.
- Making cats blush.
- Nosy cats. Coconut can’t mind his own business but if others can’t either? He’ll start getting a little frustrated.
- Hypocrites :).
- Cats who take life too seriously. He’ll make it his personal goal to get others to loosen up if he can help it. Pick a flower or something. Look at some clouds.
- His bangs when they keep getting in his EYES.
- When the sun is directly in his eyes. Coconutkit has sensitive eyes, perhaps similarly to his mother.
- Chaos aside, Coconut has a surprisingly good head on his shoulders.
- Manages grief well, or at least from an outsider's view. Coconut seems to have a nuanced relationship with death, as it’s something his mother speaks to him about as nothing to fear.
- Coconut comes from a line of creative cats, so it only makes sense he too is creative. He loves to create stories and think of the great big cats of the past. Perhaps he’d someday have a creative outlet for it.
- Coconut gives FANTASTIC hugs. He’s very plush.
- He tries his best to be unique. Whatever that means for him.
- Getting the truth out of Coconut is a challenge for pretty much anything, down to the most mundane thing. He isn’t necessarily a compulsive liar, he just likes to toy with the truth.
- High maintenance good LORD. Being friends with Coconut means investing at least half of your day into his company. Anything less results in some pretty unsavoury pouting.
- He’s pretty useless in a lot of ways. He takes after Sweetmilk in being less of the warrior type and more of the “there for a good time” type.
- He’s cringefail. I can’t sugarcoat this, he's just a cringe little guy. But he’s free.
- Coconut stims allllllllllllll the time. He’s expressive with his entire body, using his tail, paws, ears all while talking.
- Random noises also.
- Coconut squints a lot! His eyesight isn’t great, and his eyes are sensitive which mixes into a bad combination of looking a little pensive all the time.
- His mullet gets in his eyes literally constantly. Get this man a bandana.
- Coconut is a little vain, okay? He puts a lot of effort into making himself pretty, but only because it feels nice to feel pretty!
- Coconut is chubby please god please draw him chubby.
- He doesn’t know what coconuts are but he knows he’s the best one. And possibly the only one. This only fuels his hipster induced ego.
- -I’ma freakkkkk im’a weirdooooooo what am i doing heeeere i dont belong here
- Coconut is religious, but he isn’t as adamant about it as his mother.
- BREED Bengal Moggy Mix
- BODY TYPE ROUND!
- BUILD Thick.
- HEIGHT -
- SEX/DSAB Male
- SCARS -
- SCENT Smells like milk and... peppers?
- PELT COLOUR Brown/white
- FUR SHAPE Curly, thick.
- EYES COLOUR Oak brown.
- WEIGHT On the heavier end.
- DISABILITIES -
- DESIGNER Bongo
- WORTH 1 coconut
Coconut is a heavier-set cat in a lot of ways. He’s not slim by any means, but seems completely unbothered by that knowledge. His fur is curly and a little unruly, a mop of white on the top of his head. His bangs just brush the top of his eyes, almost a curtain if he were to grow it a little longer. His eyes are a deep hazelnut brown, giving him a very soulful look. When he isn’t squinting, his eyes look like a permanent state of watery-about-to-cry.
Coconut's fur is a mousy brown gradient that shifts into an egg-white beige colour, with spotted tabby patterning. He has a mole on his left cheek, and white tufted ears. His tail is striped brown with a white tail tip.
There’s a small patch of brown just under his nose. His nose, ears and paw pads are a pale pink. It’s not uncommon for Coconut's hair to be done up in various styles, including braids, ponytails, courtesy of Smallfern and Sweetmilk!
“I probably could say… a whole lotta things that I wish I’d done. Life didn’t really give me a reason to dwell on stuff, because every day could be the last! And… well it was. But I don’t think I wanna dwell on it here, either. I got all the time in the world, momma. I just wish I didn’t miss you so much. I love you, and… I think of you all the time. I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not. Nothing to be sorry about, it’s just how it goes. Remember when you told us you’d watch over us when you joined StarClan? Yeah. Keep everyone safe, like you always do, ‘kay?”
Coconutpaw misses his mother desperately. He’d do anything to feel her embrace again, but he knows someday he’ll see her. One of the hardest things was knowing he’d be alone without his family.
“We didn’t talk much. Or… at all, actually. I think I resented you? Maybe? But, I dunno, not for long. Just turned into apathy after a while, which was probably better. I never felt like I needed you, and I think you didn’t need us, so no hard feelings, right? Maybe if you’re up here too someday, I’ll bridge that gap. Or maybe we’ll keep being strangers forever.”
Coconutpaw didn’t have a relationship with his father, which was fine to him. He mostly wished his father paid attention to his brothers who actually wanted his attention. In death, Coconutpaw remains ambivalent. Whether they ever speak or not is not important to him, really.
“...Sorry. I mean- not really. I didn’t plan for any of this. I think this might be my biggest regret, even though I’m trying not to have those. I felt… feel… like maybe you’ll think I abandoned you? But I didn’t. I’m still here, man. Kinda. In the places where it counts, I guess. I really miss you, Cypress. And I’m so proud of you for all the things you’ve already accomplished. I think it’s gonna be a long time before we see each other again, but I’m still making stories, and I’m still here. I can’t wait until you share your stories too. I know you’ll have lots of them.”
Coconutpaw misses Cypressroar the most, out of any cat. His brother was his rock, and despite the clarity that death is supposed to grant you, he doesn’t really feel any of it without Cypressroar there beside him. He just wants to see his best friend happy, ashamed of the grief that he gave him.
“We didn’t talk a ton, but I love you all the same bro. It would’ve been nice to get to know you better, but- maybe some other day.”
Never truly close with Conkthud, Coconutpaw is still proud to call him family. He thinks his name is kinda silly, though. What the hell were you thinking, Fogbellow?
“Same goes for you, Conch. You always looked pissed off all the time, like you were mad at the world. I think that’s an easy mindset to get into. I hope you can be happy. Things aren’t so scary, I promise.”
Much like Conkthud, Coconutpaw didn’t speak an awful lot to his gloomy brother. Like all of his family, he misses him all the same.
“You doubt yourself too much, man! You make me so proud, y’know? Despite everything that happens, I think you’ll always be a good cat. MonarchClan really needs that right now. Goodness. It’s nice to know a piece of me is still with you guys, at least somewhat. Pinecone cats are pretty fun to make, right? I love you. And miss you, like always. I promise I’ll be here this time, when… when it's your time, too.”
Coconutpaw got to know his brother a little better when he got sick, which was something he was deeply grateful for. He appreciates Coldnose and his kindness, something that felt a little rare some days. He’s elated that his pinecone cats seemed to stick.
“You’re one of my biggest inspirations, you know? Well, you probably don’t. I should’ve said so, while I could. I just.. Think the way you do things is admirable, in its own way. You’re so kind. Endlessly. I don’t think there’s a bad bone in your body. I wanted to be like that, I still do. It’s so easy to become jaded and cruel after everything, but I can’t do that. I won’t. Death shouldn’t be bitter. Thank you for teaching me so many important values, I really do owe it to you.”
Coconutpaw looks up to his dear sister, basing many of his values around his perception of her. He respects her kindness. To Coconutpaw, she is the embodiment of strength. He misses her too, like most cats he knew in life.
“I always thought you were cool. Probably the most mysterious cat in the family, but really cool. I wanted to be like you, or better than you. Whatever that means. When you left for a long time, I would think about all the cool battles you were in. All the sick places you would see, and I was excited to hear about it when you came back. But, then you did come back and you looked… sad? Out of place? I think I was too. If we had the chance to talk maybe… I dunno. Maybe something could have come from it. Maybe we would’ve known each other better.”
Coconutpaw wishes he could have spoken to Firfang. About the patrol, but also just in general. Like all his older siblings, he looked up to him, and often compared himself to the strong warrior.
“It makes me a little sad that we never got to go swimming as a family. A lot of promises that never happened. Never could happen. It’s no one’s fault, but it just makes me wonder what experiences I’m missing out on. There’s so much I could have been part of. Was hoping I’d see more nieces and nephews, too. Ah well. You’ll have time to tell me all about things when I see you again, right man?”
Sealsplash makes Coconutpaw think about his dreams as a young kit, most of all. It was no question that he had grand expectations for life. Sealsplash made him excited for being a warrior, and seeing green-leaf. Now, they’re all sentiments he holds dear, but hang heavy in his chest.
“I liked seeing you around the nursery before you left. You seemed really fun. Like a good dad. I think that made me feel jealous sometimes, but… that doesn’t feel all that important anymore.”
Coconutpaw didn’t know his brother all too well, but he liked what he saw before Minkwish left on the patrol. He probably would have been a good cat to be goofy with.
“You’re a good cat, too. I think it runs in the family, right? Hah. You have a really good head on your shoulders, I’m not worried. Never was, but… like… the saying. There’s a saying for that, right? I’m sorry you had to lose so many cats so young. Just… keep your head on straight, you’ll figure it all out. Keep an eye on Coldnose for me, will you?”
Getting to know his nephew better in the days during his illness, Coconutpaw holds the tom in high regard. He sees the same honesty in him that he sees in Smallfern and Minkwish, which reassures him.
“I have to be honest, I miss you a lot. You probably haven’t thought of me much, which is okay. I didn’t… do enough to make you miss me, I bet. I think you were the closest friend I had for a time, which is funny because we weren’t that close anyways. I… hope I made some sorta impact on your life. Maybe a small one. Preferably not a sad one. Just keep being you, man.”
Coconutpaw felt close with Parsleypounce for a time, but upon seeing the tom’s apparent interest in other cats, found it harder and harder to speak with him. He still loves and respects his friend, no doubts, but harbours some guilt over disappearing from his life. He probably had a small crush on the guy, as well.
“You always kept momma company when she needed it. Even if you were busy, which… I mean, you’re the deputy. ‘Course you’re as busy as a bee. I know I don’t even have to ask, but keep an eye on everyone, please. You’ve always been there, so just… keep being there. That’s all.”
Coconutpaw respects Smokeshine and is happy to have known the molly, even only in brief instances. She cares about his family, and so he considers her family too.
“I admit, I wasn’t always the most fantastic apprentice. I uh… didn’t do a lot of.. Anything. But it wasn’t for lack of trying! I promise, everything you taught me was special and appreciated. I think we worked well together, anyways. Maybe we both knew I wasn’t gonna be spectacular, so we just- you know, did what we could. That worked for me. I… I’m sorry I never got to be a warrior. I think I was close. Maybe if things had gone differently, I would’ve had my name by now.”
Coconutpaw appreciates his mentor and all her efforts. He considered her a friend, and spent more time with her than most cats his own age. Coconutpaw tries not to harbour regrets, no reason, but he does regret never becoming a warrior. Not for himself, but more for Juniperhop.
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