Post by hazel on May 12, 2010 10:44:49 GMT -5
Name: Shadepaw
Gender: Male
Rank: apprentice
Clan: Moonclan
Age: 6moons
Breed: domestic short-haired.
Appearance: He has a smooth, shiny pelt. He is all black, except for his paws, his underbelly, the tip of his tail, the tips of his ears, and his whiskers are white. His eyes are an intense color of amber. Being nothing but fur, skin, and muscle, he is slightly below the average size for cats his age, but he is stornger than he looks, which also makes him faster, a big advantage when other cats underestimate him. His claws and teeth are extremely sharp. His tail is of normal size (for him, at least).
Personality: He is very curious, one of quite a few things i will mention that will be the death of him. There is not a rock in the camp he hasn't explored for any possible "danger." He is very mischievous, also something that will be the death of him some day. He loves trouble. In fact, you could say he's addicted to it. But he's fun to be around. For the most part, everyone will enjoy being around him. He's funny and extremely energetic. But he is sharp of wit, and his instincts have saved him form many things (mostly in his dreams, since he's not a warrior yet). He's loyal and reliable, open-minded and valiant. He's aalways looking for ways to do his part in the clan, though he does enjoy picking fights sometimes, a third thing that will kill him some day.
History: As I explained in 'personality,' He's addicted to trouble. But worse than that, he's a magnet to it. He has always been in sticky situations. He has encountered five foxes. All of which he didn't fight but one. The warriors usually came to his rescue. But one time, he and another apprentice fought off a fox, the first one they had ever encountered. They had snuck out of the camp, and they were so frightened by the encounter that they swore never to speak of it. And they still haven't. He has also encountered two badgers, none of which he fought. The first one was four weeks after he was born. The badger killed the four other kits in his litter, and his mother was powerless to stop it. The only reason he survived was because he was hidden among snow in the shadows of the den, which is how he got his name. The second badger attack was the day before he became an apprentice. He had actually helped fight off the badger, but his mother was killed in the process. He now is the only surviving member of his family, since his father was killed before he was born. He has yet to be the apprentice of somebody, seeing that he had to mourn for his mother, so he hasn't been appointed to someone yet. In between mourning, he dreams of being the apprentice to the deputy, or the strongestarrior in the clan. He iso very excited to go to his first gathering, but he wishes his mother could be there by his side as he hit these landstones.
RPG Example: Shadepaw padded along into the woods, gathering moss to put in the elders' den. He yawned and stratched before picking up the moss before him, soaking in all the warm sunlight that was filtering in through the tree leaves.
He enjoyed doing these apprentice chores, unlike the others. It gave him something to vent his energy and frustration with. Also his grief, seeing that his entire family has been killed in some of the most brutal ways possible.
He shook his head of these thoughts. He picked up the moss and padded along back to the elders' den. He set it at the last of the elders' who haven't been given any's feet, where the elder sat. He then went to whatever needed to be done, like hunting. This wasn't a mandatory chore for an apprentice without a mentor, but he liked to do it anyway. Once again, he walked out of the camp.
He nodded to the other apprentices and warriors as he passed, not making eye contact for long. He liked to keep to himself sometimes, and today was one of those times. He spotted a mouse nearby and crouched, sneaking up on it. He pounced, but he hadn't payed any attention to the wind direction, and the mouse scampered away. He stomped the ground on frustration. He never could hunt right! He needed a mentor.
Crush: None, so far. But I guarantee there will be.
From where?: Silver told me at school
Warrior name: Shadeflight
Gender: Male
Rank: apprentice
Clan: Moonclan
Age: 6moons
Breed: domestic short-haired.
Appearance: He has a smooth, shiny pelt. He is all black, except for his paws, his underbelly, the tip of his tail, the tips of his ears, and his whiskers are white. His eyes are an intense color of amber. Being nothing but fur, skin, and muscle, he is slightly below the average size for cats his age, but he is stornger than he looks, which also makes him faster, a big advantage when other cats underestimate him. His claws and teeth are extremely sharp. His tail is of normal size (for him, at least).
Personality: He is very curious, one of quite a few things i will mention that will be the death of him. There is not a rock in the camp he hasn't explored for any possible "danger." He is very mischievous, also something that will be the death of him some day. He loves trouble. In fact, you could say he's addicted to it. But he's fun to be around. For the most part, everyone will enjoy being around him. He's funny and extremely energetic. But he is sharp of wit, and his instincts have saved him form many things (mostly in his dreams, since he's not a warrior yet). He's loyal and reliable, open-minded and valiant. He's aalways looking for ways to do his part in the clan, though he does enjoy picking fights sometimes, a third thing that will kill him some day.
History: As I explained in 'personality,' He's addicted to trouble. But worse than that, he's a magnet to it. He has always been in sticky situations. He has encountered five foxes. All of which he didn't fight but one. The warriors usually came to his rescue. But one time, he and another apprentice fought off a fox, the first one they had ever encountered. They had snuck out of the camp, and they were so frightened by the encounter that they swore never to speak of it. And they still haven't. He has also encountered two badgers, none of which he fought. The first one was four weeks after he was born. The badger killed the four other kits in his litter, and his mother was powerless to stop it. The only reason he survived was because he was hidden among snow in the shadows of the den, which is how he got his name. The second badger attack was the day before he became an apprentice. He had actually helped fight off the badger, but his mother was killed in the process. He now is the only surviving member of his family, since his father was killed before he was born. He has yet to be the apprentice of somebody, seeing that he had to mourn for his mother, so he hasn't been appointed to someone yet. In between mourning, he dreams of being the apprentice to the deputy, or the strongestarrior in the clan. He iso very excited to go to his first gathering, but he wishes his mother could be there by his side as he hit these landstones.
RPG Example: Shadepaw padded along into the woods, gathering moss to put in the elders' den. He yawned and stratched before picking up the moss before him, soaking in all the warm sunlight that was filtering in through the tree leaves.
He enjoyed doing these apprentice chores, unlike the others. It gave him something to vent his energy and frustration with. Also his grief, seeing that his entire family has been killed in some of the most brutal ways possible.
He shook his head of these thoughts. He picked up the moss and padded along back to the elders' den. He set it at the last of the elders' who haven't been given any's feet, where the elder sat. He then went to whatever needed to be done, like hunting. This wasn't a mandatory chore for an apprentice without a mentor, but he liked to do it anyway. Once again, he walked out of the camp.
He nodded to the other apprentices and warriors as he passed, not making eye contact for long. He liked to keep to himself sometimes, and today was one of those times. He spotted a mouse nearby and crouched, sneaking up on it. He pounced, but he hadn't payed any attention to the wind direction, and the mouse scampered away. He stomped the ground on frustration. He never could hunt right! He needed a mentor.
Crush: None, so far. But I guarantee there will be.
From where?: Silver told me at school
Warrior name: Shadeflight