Post by ashstorm on Jan 17, 2009 17:55:13 GMT -5
Name:
Snowpaw
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
8 moons
Clan:
OakClan
Rank:
Apprentice
Description:
Snowpaw is a lean, lithe she-cat with a knack for slipping around unnoticed and silent. Her paws are small, fitting the rest of her petite and somewhat fragile frame. Her pelt is a mixture of black and white, almost even amounts throughout all of her body, which made her mother at a loss for naming her something like ‘night’ and ‘dark’ or ‘frost’ or ‘snow.’ She saw her, in the end, looking rather delicate, so that was how her name became Snowpaw. Her eyes are a dull grey and always seem wide, giving her general appearance a look of curiosity, which matches her personality as well. Her nose is a damp, charcoal black and her ears usually lay flat against her head, and even though her being a generally happy person, it gives her a look of sadness or anger. The good thing about her pelt is that she blends well in both the dark and snow, and thus she set off to become best at hunting. Her tail is long and provides balance when running at the higher speeds. Her fur is a medium length and keeps her in the middle, sometimes just slightly chilly and others slightly hot. None the less, she’s happy with her fur and her appearance, even if it’s rather plain and usual.
Personality:
Snowpaw’s personality is usually on the calm and collected side, but her temper occasionally flares and gets her into a bit of trouble or mischief. Despite her past, however, she can stay cool for quite awhile. Looks can be deceiving, and in this case, they are. She may be sweet and gentle, but whenever she has the chance she’ll slip off and do something she has been told not to do, and she just can’t hold herself back. Up for adventure, is what she likes to call it, but her adventure can never seem to stay. Not only that, but she tends to drag other cats into the picture also, bringing them along with her, her voice as smooth as honey and persuading them to go along proves easy, most of the time, anyway. Being outgoing, she knows almost everyone, including cats from other Clans she has met previously, even though she’s been to only one Gathering. She wants to, eventually, be a mother, and her unlimited patience and understanding makes her nature just right. Snowpaw has her bits of good and bad, but underneath everything she just wants to be the very best warrior she can be.
Kin:
Shadowpaw [Brother]
Shadow [Deceased father, previously loner]
Honeyheart [Mother, probably will not make]
Mate/Crush:
No one yet, but willing to change.
Mentor:
Looking. -has posted in the mentor&apprentice match-up-
History:
Snowkit’s P.O.V.
Bright blue eyes flickered open, the now familiar glint of mischief shining in the depth. She looked up at the first look of her mother, a ginger and white feminine figure with warmth flooding from her. The moment we locked eyes there was an unbreakable bond between us, and I became closer to her than any other cat. She nodded slightly and flicked her ears towards the forest. Some sense of something lost made her gaze shift to sadness, but then and there it didn’t matter. We were together.
“Rawr!”
I leapt at Honeyheart, pretending to claw and scratch at her belly and nip her, but it didn’t hurt, she always said, so I kept doing it anyway. She gazed longingly in my eyes for a split second and a wave of sadness made me pause. I may have been young and naive, but I wasn’t completely oblivious. I knew what this sadness was about, my father. Apparently, I had the same eyes as him, and I was a constant reminder of the one she had loved. She had always said that it was better he had died, but he couldn’t have died, I could scent him on her pelt, the scent becoming stronger and stronger everyday when she was out ‘hunting.’ Honeyheart opened her mouth, but no words came out, I had finally figured out why she was trying to become more and more distant from me, just to make it easier.
“Honeyheart! Honeyheart!”
I hurried into camp, my mother still in the nursery, a tad heavy with her new litter. I had just had my apprentice ceremony, me and my brother, and I had to tell her everything.
"I saw the whole entire territory! And you'll never-"
My voice cut off and my eyes widened, my mom was no where to be seen. I had a horrible feeling in my gut, seeing her gone. I would later find out she had left, left the camp and never found. I assumed that it was to see Shadow, her old love. How could she leave me like this? I had so much anger bottled up inside, I just ran off along with Shadowpaw, we split up pretty fast, and the last thing I noticed of him was that he was running towards the DreamClan border. I don't know what happened to him yet, but I have a feeling he has left me too. Still today I am touchy and tempermental, mostly because I was betrayed by my entire family.
Other:
Not Really.
Picture:
www.pevans.me.uk/images/buttonsmono070714.jpg
Snowpaw
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
8 moons
Clan:
OakClan
Rank:
Apprentice
Description:
Snowpaw is a lean, lithe she-cat with a knack for slipping around unnoticed and silent. Her paws are small, fitting the rest of her petite and somewhat fragile frame. Her pelt is a mixture of black and white, almost even amounts throughout all of her body, which made her mother at a loss for naming her something like ‘night’ and ‘dark’ or ‘frost’ or ‘snow.’ She saw her, in the end, looking rather delicate, so that was how her name became Snowpaw. Her eyes are a dull grey and always seem wide, giving her general appearance a look of curiosity, which matches her personality as well. Her nose is a damp, charcoal black and her ears usually lay flat against her head, and even though her being a generally happy person, it gives her a look of sadness or anger. The good thing about her pelt is that she blends well in both the dark and snow, and thus she set off to become best at hunting. Her tail is long and provides balance when running at the higher speeds. Her fur is a medium length and keeps her in the middle, sometimes just slightly chilly and others slightly hot. None the less, she’s happy with her fur and her appearance, even if it’s rather plain and usual.
Personality:
Snowpaw’s personality is usually on the calm and collected side, but her temper occasionally flares and gets her into a bit of trouble or mischief. Despite her past, however, she can stay cool for quite awhile. Looks can be deceiving, and in this case, they are. She may be sweet and gentle, but whenever she has the chance she’ll slip off and do something she has been told not to do, and she just can’t hold herself back. Up for adventure, is what she likes to call it, but her adventure can never seem to stay. Not only that, but she tends to drag other cats into the picture also, bringing them along with her, her voice as smooth as honey and persuading them to go along proves easy, most of the time, anyway. Being outgoing, she knows almost everyone, including cats from other Clans she has met previously, even though she’s been to only one Gathering. She wants to, eventually, be a mother, and her unlimited patience and understanding makes her nature just right. Snowpaw has her bits of good and bad, but underneath everything she just wants to be the very best warrior she can be.
Kin:
Shadowpaw [Brother]
Shadow [Deceased father, previously loner]
Honeyheart [Mother, probably will not make]
Mate/Crush:
No one yet, but willing to change.
Mentor:
Looking. -has posted in the mentor&apprentice match-up-
History:
Snowkit’s P.O.V.
Bright blue eyes flickered open, the now familiar glint of mischief shining in the depth. She looked up at the first look of her mother, a ginger and white feminine figure with warmth flooding from her. The moment we locked eyes there was an unbreakable bond between us, and I became closer to her than any other cat. She nodded slightly and flicked her ears towards the forest. Some sense of something lost made her gaze shift to sadness, but then and there it didn’t matter. We were together.
“Rawr!”
I leapt at Honeyheart, pretending to claw and scratch at her belly and nip her, but it didn’t hurt, she always said, so I kept doing it anyway. She gazed longingly in my eyes for a split second and a wave of sadness made me pause. I may have been young and naive, but I wasn’t completely oblivious. I knew what this sadness was about, my father. Apparently, I had the same eyes as him, and I was a constant reminder of the one she had loved. She had always said that it was better he had died, but he couldn’t have died, I could scent him on her pelt, the scent becoming stronger and stronger everyday when she was out ‘hunting.’ Honeyheart opened her mouth, but no words came out, I had finally figured out why she was trying to become more and more distant from me, just to make it easier.
“Honeyheart! Honeyheart!”
I hurried into camp, my mother still in the nursery, a tad heavy with her new litter. I had just had my apprentice ceremony, me and my brother, and I had to tell her everything.
"I saw the whole entire territory! And you'll never-"
My voice cut off and my eyes widened, my mom was no where to be seen. I had a horrible feeling in my gut, seeing her gone. I would later find out she had left, left the camp and never found. I assumed that it was to see Shadow, her old love. How could she leave me like this? I had so much anger bottled up inside, I just ran off along with Shadowpaw, we split up pretty fast, and the last thing I noticed of him was that he was running towards the DreamClan border. I don't know what happened to him yet, but I have a feeling he has left me too. Still today I am touchy and tempermental, mostly because I was betrayed by my entire family.
Other:
Not Really.
Picture:
www.pevans.me.uk/images/buttonsmono070714.jpg
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