Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Sept 20, 2007 14:36:07 GMT -6
Name: Featherpaw
Age: 7 moons.
Gender: Female
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: HillClan
Physical Description: Longhair, thin she-cat with mottled grey fur. She looks more like a tortoiseshell in greyscale than a silver tabby, seeing as she has a few patches of black and white thrown in for kicks. Her eyes are a very pale green, and can look blue, purple, and grey at various times in the day (as well as their natural green, of course). Featherpaw is a smaller cat, with a long tail she uses to balance.
Personality: Many cats whisper that Featherpaw is a stuck-up little apprentice, but the elders say otherwise. They love the young she-cat to DEATH, as that is the only place she really feels comfortable, and she tells them about how the forest is doing and the like. She'll often offer to take care of the elders instead of doing battle-training or hunting with her mentor, Icefoot, with whom she's very awkward around (the difference in his appearance and voice frightens her slightly, but she can handle one or the other). Featherpaw is shy, except around the elders, but always eager to offer an opinion if asked. Thinks carefully of what she'll say before she says it.
History: Fairly normal kithood, with the usual sneak-out attempt here or there. She only didn't make it back once, where she got stuck in a tree and yowled until her voice cracked. Not being found until the next morning, the tired, terrified kit decided to not leave the camp again until she was apprenticed, when she'd know the layout of the land more. After her trauma, Featherpaw spent a lot of time in the Elder's den, where, though the other cats were cold, she felt the warmest.
IC: The kit stared hard at Shadowwing. She's the only one not to connect, she thought miserably. Then Blizzardstorm and Stoneheart distracted her with a story about owls.
Shadowwing was careful not to look at ther two siblings, who, by the way, were doing a fabulous job of entertaining Featherkit. The elder leaned into the wall of the den, and closed her eye as her breathing slowed to a soft rhythm. Her horribly scarred face felt cold against the dirt and rock, but it was soothing. Anything's better than feeling numb.
Other: Let's put it this way. When someone mentions the concept of love, Featherpaw gets very flustered and often trips over herself. Let's just say that she'd be willing to have a mate, but is too young and embarrassed to express a love interest.
Age: 7 moons.
Gender: Female
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: HillClan
Physical Description: Longhair, thin she-cat with mottled grey fur. She looks more like a tortoiseshell in greyscale than a silver tabby, seeing as she has a few patches of black and white thrown in for kicks. Her eyes are a very pale green, and can look blue, purple, and grey at various times in the day (as well as their natural green, of course). Featherpaw is a smaller cat, with a long tail she uses to balance.
Personality: Many cats whisper that Featherpaw is a stuck-up little apprentice, but the elders say otherwise. They love the young she-cat to DEATH, as that is the only place she really feels comfortable, and she tells them about how the forest is doing and the like. She'll often offer to take care of the elders instead of doing battle-training or hunting with her mentor, Icefoot, with whom she's very awkward around (the difference in his appearance and voice frightens her slightly, but she can handle one or the other). Featherpaw is shy, except around the elders, but always eager to offer an opinion if asked. Thinks carefully of what she'll say before she says it.
History: Fairly normal kithood, with the usual sneak-out attempt here or there. She only didn't make it back once, where she got stuck in a tree and yowled until her voice cracked. Not being found until the next morning, the tired, terrified kit decided to not leave the camp again until she was apprenticed, when she'd know the layout of the land more. After her trauma, Featherpaw spent a lot of time in the Elder's den, where, though the other cats were cold, she felt the warmest.
IC: The kit stared hard at Shadowwing. She's the only one not to connect, she thought miserably. Then Blizzardstorm and Stoneheart distracted her with a story about owls.
Shadowwing was careful not to look at ther two siblings, who, by the way, were doing a fabulous job of entertaining Featherkit. The elder leaned into the wall of the den, and closed her eye as her breathing slowed to a soft rhythm. Her horribly scarred face felt cold against the dirt and rock, but it was soothing. Anything's better than feeling numb.
Other: Let's put it this way. When someone mentions the concept of love, Featherpaw gets very flustered and often trips over herself. Let's just say that she'd be willing to have a mate, but is too young and embarrassed to express a love interest.