Post by sunstripe on Dec 30, 2007 20:08:29 GMT -5
Name: Shadepaw [shadefoot]
Age: 9 moons
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Clan: NightClan
Physical Description:
Personality:
History:
Role Play Example:
Other: Nope.
Age: 9 moons
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Clan: NightClan
Physical Description:
Shadepaw is a light gray tom with dark gray-black paws and tail-tip. His fur is medium-length but gets longer around his face; this causes him to look fluffier than an apprentice. This and the fact that he's smaller than average results in insults of being called a kit.
Shadepaw's eyes are a mysterious blue. Since most kits' eyes are typically blue, this adds onto his kit-insults. The medium blue doesn't blend into the long fur nor contrast with it.
The darkness on his paws stretches up to halfway up his legs, blending unevenly into the lighter gray of the rest of his pelt. The claws are a gleaming white, contrasting sharply with his nearly black paws. On the bottom, the pads are a pale pinkish. His frame is lithe, going along well with his small size; often he can squeeze into places older and larger cats cannot.
Personality:
This young tom is mainly shy. He doesn't like talking to strangers, or speaking in front of large groups. Often easily discouraged, he's working on his independence and becoming more outgoing.
If he doesn't like the way something is going he might back down, afraid that he would have to fight for his rights or his point. Due to his small size, he's always worried that his opinion won't be counted. And he always hates being left out of things.
History:
Shadepaw's history is rather boring. When he was a kit in the nursery, the other cats taunted him for his size and his extra fluff near his face. After many days of taunting he realized he didn't want to train with these apprentices. This left only one other option: to become a medicine cat.
Day after day he sat outside the nursery, away from the other kits roughhousing. He watched the medicine den--the cats going in hurt, the cats coming out healed. He wanted to do that. He wanted to be a medicine cat.
He took his decision to the medicine cat, who is now his mentor. When he reached 6 moons of age, his heart was racing as his leader got to him--his assigned mentor was the medicine cat.
Role Play Example:
Silverleaf sat crouched in a swaying patch of heather, the breeze rippling her silver-gray fur as well. Heaving a great sigh, blue-green eyes troubled, the warrior rolled onto her back and glanced up to the sky, where shades of orange, violet, and red were spread across the sky. It was the end of the day again, the time when the sun set, causing the lake to turn blood-red with the reflected sunset.
The gray cat sighed again, and forced a smile on her face. It could be worse. She could be terribly injured, or be an outcast. The sense of loneliness that she had right now could be even greater; she briefly recalled the wonderful feelings of her earlier life, of friendship.
She stared at the sky until the first glitters of Silverpelt began to appear, little white dots in the dark purple sky. The grass underneath her silver-gray pelt was long and cool, as if soothing her heated troubles.
By the time the whole disc of the moon was above the horizon, Silverleaf's eyes had closed, and she drifted into a doze. Breathing softly and evenly, she soon found herself standing in a tree-surrounded glade.
She glanced around wildly, wondering where she was, and her bright eyes caught the shape of a dark gray shadow in the ferns. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice hoarse. What was she doing here?
There was no response, but suddenly, the loneliness Silverleaf had been feeling ebbed, leaving her with a warm glow. Then she was opening her eyes again, to see the moon almost a quarter up in the sky and the stars twinkling even brighter.
yeah, one of meh good ones. XD
Other: Nope.
