The Essentials

Name: Geckopaw
Prefix Meaning: Renamed by the cursed for his large yellow eyes
Suffix Meaning: His status as a trainee
Sex: Male
Age: 8 moons
Sexuality: Unknown
Rank: Trainee
Role: Cursed
Adopt Thread: N/A

The Body

Base Coat Color: Black
Markings: Big white patches
Eye Color: Yellow
Body Size and Build: Small with long legs. Tall & skinny
Fur Length and Texture: Short & curly
Additional Physical Traits: Large ears and curly whiskers

The Identity

Positive Traits: Calm, forthright, observant
Neutral Traits: Quiet, experimental, sarcastic
Negative Traits: Aloof, blunt, cautious

Loves: Healing sick cats and learning about new herbs
Likes: Being in the company of his clanmates & being able to support them
Dislikes: Feeling hungry all the time
Hates: When his fellow cursed are denied treatment, the way the clan looks at him, his family
Fears: That he will only be remembered as a cursed cat and nothing else
Secrets: He often dreams about what it would be like to be “normal”
Dreams: That one day he can be to the cursed what he wanted to be to his clan.

Strengths: Eyesight, hearing, speed, jumping
Normals: Hunting, smelling, swimming, flexibility
Weaknesses: Defense, attack, stealth, climbing

The Past

Geckokit was born to two Nightwalker parents. He and all of his siblings turned out to have white on their bodies in some form or another, but through a twist of cruel fate Geckokit turned out to be the one with the most of it. While his brothers were lovingly given the names Crowkit and Ravenkit he was left nameless.

”He won’t be mine in 2 moons. The Cursed can name him whatever they want.”

The first 2 moons of the unnamed kit’s life he was gawked at and shunned by his clanmates and his family. He was too young to understand what it all meant, but he knew in his heart that he was different. Crowkit and Ravenkit actively avoided him and were nasty to him every chance they could get. His only solace was the medicine den where he would watch the medicine cats do their work. He developed an interest in herbs at a young age, always fascinated watching his clanmates work. He was often shooed out when he was noticed. It was his star in the darkness, but that star would soon be snuffed out.

By the time the bewildered and heartbroken kit was handed over to the Cursed he was already completely alienated from the clan. He didn’t understand why he was being taken from his mother or why she wasn’t doing anything to stop it. Why did Crowkit and Ravenkit look so pleased? Why did everyone look so relieved? Something shriveled in the young kit’s heart that day, like a plant drying up in the desert sun. The only blessing he received that day was a name that was his own: Geckokit.

From the outskirts he watched life go on in the clan without him: his siblings receiving the love that his mother and father had denied him. It stung even more when he watched the clan gathered around his littermates as they became trainees and watching the Nightwalkers nurture their skills late into the night when he couldn’t sleep. As the young tom transitioned into his trainee status he began to make a habit of sneaking into camp to watch the medicine cats work: this time gathering information rather than seeking solace. He would now use his frustration and anger as fuel to help his Cursed clanmates survive, trying to make up for what the clan has denied them.