Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Jul 3, 2007 14:41:19 GMT -6
Name: Lightfoot
Gender: She-cat
Age: 16 moons
Rank: Junior Warrior
Clan: TreeClan
Physical Description: Lightfoot, though she is a warrior, is still the size of an apprentice. She has wide, innocent amber eyes. Her pelt, kit-soft, is a light silvery color, though each strand of fur fades to black as it nears the end, creating a nice ripple effect. She has a slight ruff around her neck. Long legs help her become one of the fastest cats in her Clan.
Personality: In many ways, she has the attitude of a kit. Though, perhaps, she is more attached to the camp than a kit would be. She enjoys spending time with the queens in the nursery, and is often uncertain of herself. Perhaps a little too willing to sacrifice herself for the sake of others. Feels herself unimportant, which makes her even more prideful about her Clan.
History: Lightfoot spent her kithood feeling dejected, as her sister Sparktail was often playing with the tomkits. So Lightfoot stayed in the nursery, like a good little kit, until she was an apprentice. At that time, she was very interested in the out-of-camp experience, and she loved spending time out there with Sparkpaw and her mentor, Splashfang. This all changed near the end of her training, when she ran into a tree, dislocating her shoulder. Now Lightfoot mostly stays in camp unless she is doing her warrior duties.
In Character (IC): "Lightpaw, come back!"
The small, silver apprentice ignored this exasperated cry as she sped after the vole. Her embarrassment from missing made her paws strike the ground faster and faster, until--
"Lightpaw!"
Pack wracked her body, particularly her shoulder and side. She moaned slightly as pressure was put on her front legs.
"I don't know how you got her back to camp," meowed the medicine cat, staring at Lightpaw's mentor.
"She become unconscious after hitting the tree."
I hit a TREE?! came an annoyed voice in Lightpaw's mind, making her shudder, as she found she had a headache as well.
Other: Prossibly Lurking. =P
Gender: She-cat
Age: 16 moons
Rank: Junior Warrior
Clan: TreeClan
Physical Description: Lightfoot, though she is a warrior, is still the size of an apprentice. She has wide, innocent amber eyes. Her pelt, kit-soft, is a light silvery color, though each strand of fur fades to black as it nears the end, creating a nice ripple effect. She has a slight ruff around her neck. Long legs help her become one of the fastest cats in her Clan.
Personality: In many ways, she has the attitude of a kit. Though, perhaps, she is more attached to the camp than a kit would be. She enjoys spending time with the queens in the nursery, and is often uncertain of herself. Perhaps a little too willing to sacrifice herself for the sake of others. Feels herself unimportant, which makes her even more prideful about her Clan.
History: Lightfoot spent her kithood feeling dejected, as her sister Sparktail was often playing with the tomkits. So Lightfoot stayed in the nursery, like a good little kit, until she was an apprentice. At that time, she was very interested in the out-of-camp experience, and she loved spending time out there with Sparkpaw and her mentor, Splashfang. This all changed near the end of her training, when she ran into a tree, dislocating her shoulder. Now Lightfoot mostly stays in camp unless she is doing her warrior duties.
In Character (IC): "Lightpaw, come back!"
The small, silver apprentice ignored this exasperated cry as she sped after the vole. Her embarrassment from missing made her paws strike the ground faster and faster, until--
"Lightpaw!"
Pack wracked her body, particularly her shoulder and side. She moaned slightly as pressure was put on her front legs.
"I don't know how you got her back to camp," meowed the medicine cat, staring at Lightpaw's mentor.
"She become unconscious after hitting the tree."
I hit a TREE?! came an annoyed voice in Lightpaw's mind, making her shudder, as she found she had a headache as well.
Other: Prossibly Lurking. =P