Post by x-- DJ & CT --x on Jan 27, 2008 13:18:07 GMT -5
[ Name ]| Wolfpaw
[ Age ]| 6 moons
[ Rank ]| Apprentice
[ Clan ]| NightClan
[ Physical Description ]| Gray-brown tabby she-cat. She has a distinctive single dark stripe coming from her eyes on both sides, and a dark, thick stripe going down her back. Her tabby stripes aren't very much darker than her wolf-like pelt. Semi-long fur. Long whiskers, thick fur in her ears. Fluffy, medium length tail. Large portion of her chest has a light creamish color to it. Fantastic golden eyes. Oddly large paws with dark gray paw pads. Dark circles on the backs of her ears.
[ Picture ]| www.findakitten.co.uk/images/gallerykitten12.jpg
[ Personality ]| Wolfpaw is the embodiment of my own personality. She is very edgy, rather rude to those she doesn't trust. She's slightly paranoid. She tries to act tough, but no one ever seems to take her seriously. Feels alone and defenseless sometimes. She has an odd habit of baring her teeth when she's angry. Hostile to other cats, mostly around the border. Defensive of NightClan territory and anything that she feels is hers. Intelligent. Fast learner, always wants to do everything right. She is friendly to those who are kind, and will jump to her friends' defense when needed. Relatively dominant, but not too ambitious. Respects authority of those higher ranked, but not necessarily respectful of her fellow apprentices, unless they are friendly. She often rolls her eyes and doesn't hesitate to speak her mind, which can sometimes lead to trouble. Is unsure whether or not battles are good, but enjoys the thrill of warrior cat life.
[ History ]| Newly apprenticed, there hasn't been too much in her history. She never got along with her siblings, and was always mouthing off to her parents. She was quite defiant until she reached six moons, when she became an apprentice, she cleaned up her act quite a bit and respected the warriors, now including her parents. She hasn't been in any battles or been to a Gathering yet. She was always good at hunting, and tried her best at it, feeling dutiful to her Clan. When she was younger, she was somewhat afraid of the elders for some reason. Now, she loves to hear their stories and actually looks forward to cleaning out their old moss, but not ticks (I don't think any apprentice likes that!). She continues to work hard and is looking forward to the day of her first Gathering, first Battle ( though she is still unsure of it), and the day she becomes a warrior.
[ Role Play Example ]|
---(from previous character Bio)---
A slim, black tom slid beside the odd fence of bones on the edge of BoneClan territory. Oddly, he found comfort in rubbing against these ancient bones. Most cats would get chills just looking at them.
Coaltint sighed contentedly, and sat in front of one of the bones, licking his long tail to smooth it. He looked up at the night sky, wondering at the many stars that signaled his ancestors were watching.
"Brothers and sisters," he said quietly, staring at a group of stars close together. A star burned brighter above them. "Mother."
Coaltint often thought of his dead siblings when he looked at the stars. It brought tears to his eyes, even if he couldn't remember them clearly since they had died before he was very old. Regardless, their scent still was in his memory, hanging in his nose when he thought of them.
And his mother...
She had died of old age, like a normal old she-cat. However, it still affected him deeply. He never seemed to be able to forget things that haunted him. Coaltint touched a paw to his scar, feeling it's slice in his fur.
Bitterness suddenly clutched his heart and his eyes narrowed.
"Brother...why?" he said through clenched teeth, wishing he could do something, say something, anything to make a point to Dustjaw. But he just couldn't.
---
[ Other ]| Who would be her mentor, do you think?
[ Age ]| 6 moons
[ Rank ]| Apprentice
[ Clan ]| NightClan
[ Physical Description ]| Gray-brown tabby she-cat. She has a distinctive single dark stripe coming from her eyes on both sides, and a dark, thick stripe going down her back. Her tabby stripes aren't very much darker than her wolf-like pelt. Semi-long fur. Long whiskers, thick fur in her ears. Fluffy, medium length tail. Large portion of her chest has a light creamish color to it. Fantastic golden eyes. Oddly large paws with dark gray paw pads. Dark circles on the backs of her ears.
[ Picture ]| www.findakitten.co.uk/images/gallerykitten12.jpg
[ Personality ]| Wolfpaw is the embodiment of my own personality. She is very edgy, rather rude to those she doesn't trust. She's slightly paranoid. She tries to act tough, but no one ever seems to take her seriously. Feels alone and defenseless sometimes. She has an odd habit of baring her teeth when she's angry. Hostile to other cats, mostly around the border. Defensive of NightClan territory and anything that she feels is hers. Intelligent. Fast learner, always wants to do everything right. She is friendly to those who are kind, and will jump to her friends' defense when needed. Relatively dominant, but not too ambitious. Respects authority of those higher ranked, but not necessarily respectful of her fellow apprentices, unless they are friendly. She often rolls her eyes and doesn't hesitate to speak her mind, which can sometimes lead to trouble. Is unsure whether or not battles are good, but enjoys the thrill of warrior cat life.
[ History ]| Newly apprenticed, there hasn't been too much in her history. She never got along with her siblings, and was always mouthing off to her parents. She was quite defiant until she reached six moons, when she became an apprentice, she cleaned up her act quite a bit and respected the warriors, now including her parents. She hasn't been in any battles or been to a Gathering yet. She was always good at hunting, and tried her best at it, feeling dutiful to her Clan. When she was younger, she was somewhat afraid of the elders for some reason. Now, she loves to hear their stories and actually looks forward to cleaning out their old moss, but not ticks (I don't think any apprentice likes that!). She continues to work hard and is looking forward to the day of her first Gathering, first Battle ( though she is still unsure of it), and the day she becomes a warrior.
[ Role Play Example ]|
---(from previous character Bio)---
A slim, black tom slid beside the odd fence of bones on the edge of BoneClan territory. Oddly, he found comfort in rubbing against these ancient bones. Most cats would get chills just looking at them.
Coaltint sighed contentedly, and sat in front of one of the bones, licking his long tail to smooth it. He looked up at the night sky, wondering at the many stars that signaled his ancestors were watching.
"Brothers and sisters," he said quietly, staring at a group of stars close together. A star burned brighter above them. "Mother."
Coaltint often thought of his dead siblings when he looked at the stars. It brought tears to his eyes, even if he couldn't remember them clearly since they had died before he was very old. Regardless, their scent still was in his memory, hanging in his nose when he thought of them.
And his mother...
She had died of old age, like a normal old she-cat. However, it still affected him deeply. He never seemed to be able to forget things that haunted him. Coaltint touched a paw to his scar, feeling it's slice in his fur.
Bitterness suddenly clutched his heart and his eyes narrowed.
"Brother...why?" he said through clenched teeth, wishing he could do something, say something, anything to make a point to Dustjaw. But he just couldn't.
---
[ Other ]| Who would be her mentor, do you think?