Post by Patch on Jan 25, 2008 18:14:15 GMT -5
Name: Rabbitpaw
Age: 6 and a half moons
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: NightClan
Physical Description: Rabbitpaw was the runt of her litter, though she was the only one to survive, and she's still smaller than most cats her age. Her pelt is a silvery gray, and her eyes are a pale blue. She is long haired, but not long-long-haired, just fluffy. Her paws are a lighter color than the rest of her, and her muzzle is white. Her claws are dark black, though, and stand out when unsheathed. Her nose and pawpads are a pale pink-color. She is slim, and doesn't weigh very much at all.
Personality: Rabbitpaw is an exciteable young she-cat, but she can be serious if she wants to be. She wasn't born around here, so she does talk differantly and act differantly than most of the Clan cats, but she tries to fit in. She was born to a differant sort of Clan, where she was a direct descendant of the founder. She was trained from birth to act better than others, and she is a bit stuck up because of this. She has adapted, though, to being a normal cat, and now she's prepared to do whatever it takes to prove she's loyal to NightClan. She's determined and stubborn. She has a hard time getting close to others, because she's afraid of losing them.
History: Rabbitpaw was born in a special 'Clan' that lived more like rabbits than cats. They had a whole warren dug out underground, and Rabbitpaw was born down there in one of the sleeping hollows. Her mother was related to the founder of "WarrenClan", and so Rabbitpaw was named after one of the most respected creatures to the Clan, the rabbit. They had taken many things from rabbits, like certain words and behaviours, but still lived like cats. She was apprenticed to a warrior is the Owsla, Hollyclaw, but then the warren was attacked. She got away, but couldn't find any of the others. The first instinct WarrenClan had was to flee, like a rabbit's was, and she had fled farther than she had ever been before. She found one of her friends, a tomcat named Hazelpaw, but he died shortly before she arrived in these forests and joined NightClan.
Role Play Exmample:
Rabbitpaw rolled over in her make-shift nest, her silvery colored ears twitching. Her eyes were shut in sleep, but her legs kicked wildly, and moss flew everywhere. It was the first time she'd even tried to sleep in almost a week, but still the attack of her old Clan haunted her. Every time she so much as shut her eyes, she would see Hollyclaw getting claws stabbed through him, his body tearing...
And then she would see Hazelpaw, dying after a rat attack. She had been so ready, so prepared to become the leader of her Clan someday, and then it had all fallen apart. It had showed her she was still only a kit, really, and she couldn't take care of herself, let alone a whole Clan.
Her paw struck something hard, the side of the hollow treetrunk she had been sleeping in, and she awoke, her eyes watering. Today she would continue on, as soon as the pain left her, and she would find someplace to stay. She would learn as much as she could, and she would make sure nothing would happen to her new family and friends like had happened to her old ones. With that promise in her head, she forced herself to her sore paws, and padded out of the trunk, ready to find a Clan or something like that.
Other: She's a character from a fanfic I'm attempting to write, which is a Warriors/Watership Down crossover. So yeah, that's why she's a little odd.
[/center]Age: 6 and a half moons
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: NightClan
Physical Description: Rabbitpaw was the runt of her litter, though she was the only one to survive, and she's still smaller than most cats her age. Her pelt is a silvery gray, and her eyes are a pale blue. She is long haired, but not long-long-haired, just fluffy. Her paws are a lighter color than the rest of her, and her muzzle is white. Her claws are dark black, though, and stand out when unsheathed. Her nose and pawpads are a pale pink-color. She is slim, and doesn't weigh very much at all.
Personality: Rabbitpaw is an exciteable young she-cat, but she can be serious if she wants to be. She wasn't born around here, so she does talk differantly and act differantly than most of the Clan cats, but she tries to fit in. She was born to a differant sort of Clan, where she was a direct descendant of the founder. She was trained from birth to act better than others, and she is a bit stuck up because of this. She has adapted, though, to being a normal cat, and now she's prepared to do whatever it takes to prove she's loyal to NightClan. She's determined and stubborn. She has a hard time getting close to others, because she's afraid of losing them.
History: Rabbitpaw was born in a special 'Clan' that lived more like rabbits than cats. They had a whole warren dug out underground, and Rabbitpaw was born down there in one of the sleeping hollows. Her mother was related to the founder of "WarrenClan", and so Rabbitpaw was named after one of the most respected creatures to the Clan, the rabbit. They had taken many things from rabbits, like certain words and behaviours, but still lived like cats. She was apprenticed to a warrior is the Owsla, Hollyclaw, but then the warren was attacked. She got away, but couldn't find any of the others. The first instinct WarrenClan had was to flee, like a rabbit's was, and she had fled farther than she had ever been before. She found one of her friends, a tomcat named Hazelpaw, but he died shortly before she arrived in these forests and joined NightClan.
Role Play Exmample:
Rabbitpaw rolled over in her make-shift nest, her silvery colored ears twitching. Her eyes were shut in sleep, but her legs kicked wildly, and moss flew everywhere. It was the first time she'd even tried to sleep in almost a week, but still the attack of her old Clan haunted her. Every time she so much as shut her eyes, she would see Hollyclaw getting claws stabbed through him, his body tearing...
And then she would see Hazelpaw, dying after a rat attack. She had been so ready, so prepared to become the leader of her Clan someday, and then it had all fallen apart. It had showed her she was still only a kit, really, and she couldn't take care of herself, let alone a whole Clan.
Her paw struck something hard, the side of the hollow treetrunk she had been sleeping in, and she awoke, her eyes watering. Today she would continue on, as soon as the pain left her, and she would find someplace to stay. She would learn as much as she could, and she would make sure nothing would happen to her new family and friends like had happened to her old ones. With that promise in her head, she forced herself to her sore paws, and padded out of the trunk, ready to find a Clan or something like that.
Other: She's a character from a fanfic I'm attempting to write, which is a Warriors/Watership Down crossover. So yeah, that's why she's a little odd.
