Post by Scriptheart on Jun 26, 2008 0:20:25 GMT -5
Name:
Scriptpaw
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
WindClan
Rank:
Apprentice
Pic:
Description:
A petite girl she is, she's a bit small for her age but seems to have started to grow quickly and will soon be the same size as her fellow apprentices. Her coat is mostly made up of a light grey/brown tabby colour which turns a sandy brown when it comes to her front limbs. There are patches of orange the left side of her chest, her back legs where it is lighter, on her face creating a sort of blaze, and mingled in with the brown tabby marking and small white streaks also mingle in the same area on her back. Her underbelly and chin, along with her left front paw, the toe tips of her right front paw, and 'socks' on her back limbs are white. Her nose is black and her eyes are blue.
Personality:
Scriptpaw could be considered one of the quietest apprentices in her clan, she doesn't speak much and prefers to observe. The little she-cat has only mercy and kindness in her heart and cares deeply for the safety and comfort of all other cats even outside her clan, but she has an even softer spot for kits and thier mothers. Her shy nature only goes so far and when no one is around to watch her she might become a funloving, outgoing cat around kits and very young apprentices.
History:
Scriptpaw was born of a WindClan mother and father, she was of thier last litter and they have since passed on leaving her alone with few known siblings or relatives. The only kin she knows of is her sister who had not stayed in WindClan but moved into ShadowClan, and her brother whose whereabouts are unknown. The she-cat has no idea who her grandparents are, but would love to find out which is hard considering the rest of her clan are unsure of who they are. There is suspision they were in ShadowClan and that may be why her sister felt such strong ties to the other clan.
IC:
A tiny white paw reached into the small space provided for the small berries, they had been put in this crevice to prevent them from being stepped on or crushed. Alot of good that did considering she could hardly reach them and when she did she had to pull so hard to get her paw out they were all ruined in the process. The petite feline let out a small sigh, she'd have to get more now...and clean her berry-stained paw. Lifting her small frame from the packed ground of the medicine cat's den Scriptpaw made her way out of the small area they had for keeping sick cats and out into the clearing. It was cool this morning and the air felt crisp as a dried leaf as she breathed it in. She carried on out past the other dens where her clanmates slept, it was much too early for them to be about and she passed through camp without trouble.
Codeword:
Twilight!
Scriptpaw
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
WindClan
Rank:
Apprentice
Pic:
Description:
A petite girl she is, she's a bit small for her age but seems to have started to grow quickly and will soon be the same size as her fellow apprentices. Her coat is mostly made up of a light grey/brown tabby colour which turns a sandy brown when it comes to her front limbs. There are patches of orange the left side of her chest, her back legs where it is lighter, on her face creating a sort of blaze, and mingled in with the brown tabby marking and small white streaks also mingle in the same area on her back. Her underbelly and chin, along with her left front paw, the toe tips of her right front paw, and 'socks' on her back limbs are white. Her nose is black and her eyes are blue.
Personality:
Scriptpaw could be considered one of the quietest apprentices in her clan, she doesn't speak much and prefers to observe. The little she-cat has only mercy and kindness in her heart and cares deeply for the safety and comfort of all other cats even outside her clan, but she has an even softer spot for kits and thier mothers. Her shy nature only goes so far and when no one is around to watch her she might become a funloving, outgoing cat around kits and very young apprentices.
History:
Scriptpaw was born of a WindClan mother and father, she was of thier last litter and they have since passed on leaving her alone with few known siblings or relatives. The only kin she knows of is her sister who had not stayed in WindClan but moved into ShadowClan, and her brother whose whereabouts are unknown. The she-cat has no idea who her grandparents are, but would love to find out which is hard considering the rest of her clan are unsure of who they are. There is suspision they were in ShadowClan and that may be why her sister felt such strong ties to the other clan.
IC:
A tiny white paw reached into the small space provided for the small berries, they had been put in this crevice to prevent them from being stepped on or crushed. Alot of good that did considering she could hardly reach them and when she did she had to pull so hard to get her paw out they were all ruined in the process. The petite feline let out a small sigh, she'd have to get more now...and clean her berry-stained paw. Lifting her small frame from the packed ground of the medicine cat's den Scriptpaw made her way out of the small area they had for keeping sick cats and out into the clearing. It was cool this morning and the air felt crisp as a dried leaf as she breathed it in. She carried on out past the other dens where her clanmates slept, it was much too early for them to be about and she passed through camp without trouble.
Codeword:
Twilight!
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