Post by Scriptheart on Jun 27, 2008 21:15:48 GMT -5
Name: Jackelpaw
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Med. Cat Apprentice
Pic:
Description:
This she-cat's optics are her most outstanding feature, they are darkened by a nevy ring in the center that spreads and slowly turns into a lighter shade. Her build is of a normal femme and her fur is medium length. Jackelpaw's fur patterns are irregular with most of her coat consiting of greys, tans, and blacks while her bottom jaw, chest and left forepaw are a faded vanilla.
Personality:
Jackelpaw is a fairly young cat only having just become and apprentice. She has a great hunger for knowledge and believes that you may not learn only one thing a day, but many more than that. This she-cat thrives on the happiness of others and lives to help, but if you catch her on a bad day she can be slightly short tempered and snappy like any other cat.
History:
Jackelpaw was born of two Windclan warriors but was one of thier last kits. They both passed soon after her birth and hadn't told her of any other kin she might have other than her sister who was of the same litter. The apprentice desperately wants to figure out who her ansesters are, but has no way of finding out. At a very young age she become vascinated with ShadowClan and had decided to leave WindClan. Her clanmates tried to stop her but she had such a strong feeling that ShadowClan was where she belonged.
IC:
The moon was high in the midnight sky by the time Jackelpaw had finally taken a brake from her work. She lifted her mottled face to the pale orb above her, letting it shed its pale light on her. The sight of the moon calmed her and she relaxed her tensed shoulders, she really needed to take a brake at least until morning. But she couldn't help it, she had such a passion for what she was doing that the downsides never really seemed to matter and she could stay up all night until she memerized every scent, every texture, and every name of herbs and poisons she could find. The she-cat was doing her best and hopefully suceeding in her mentor's eyes and doing what was best for her clan. The shadows grew heavy on her as she thought of how easily her failure could result in the death of one of her clanmates. Then there came a burden heavy sigh from her soft vocals, she couldn't let that happen, so she shook her head as if trying to shake out the horrible thoughts. She had to do this and do it right and she knew she would for she wanted this so badly, in her heart she knew she actually needed it.
Codeword:
Twilight
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Med. Cat Apprentice
Pic:
Description:
This she-cat's optics are her most outstanding feature, they are darkened by a nevy ring in the center that spreads and slowly turns into a lighter shade. Her build is of a normal femme and her fur is medium length. Jackelpaw's fur patterns are irregular with most of her coat consiting of greys, tans, and blacks while her bottom jaw, chest and left forepaw are a faded vanilla.
Personality:
Jackelpaw is a fairly young cat only having just become and apprentice. She has a great hunger for knowledge and believes that you may not learn only one thing a day, but many more than that. This she-cat thrives on the happiness of others and lives to help, but if you catch her on a bad day she can be slightly short tempered and snappy like any other cat.
History:
Jackelpaw was born of two Windclan warriors but was one of thier last kits. They both passed soon after her birth and hadn't told her of any other kin she might have other than her sister who was of the same litter. The apprentice desperately wants to figure out who her ansesters are, but has no way of finding out. At a very young age she become vascinated with ShadowClan and had decided to leave WindClan. Her clanmates tried to stop her but she had such a strong feeling that ShadowClan was where she belonged.
IC:
The moon was high in the midnight sky by the time Jackelpaw had finally taken a brake from her work. She lifted her mottled face to the pale orb above her, letting it shed its pale light on her. The sight of the moon calmed her and she relaxed her tensed shoulders, she really needed to take a brake at least until morning. But she couldn't help it, she had such a passion for what she was doing that the downsides never really seemed to matter and she could stay up all night until she memerized every scent, every texture, and every name of herbs and poisons she could find. The she-cat was doing her best and hopefully suceeding in her mentor's eyes and doing what was best for her clan. The shadows grew heavy on her as she thought of how easily her failure could result in the death of one of her clanmates. Then there came a burden heavy sigh from her soft vocals, she couldn't let that happen, so she shook her head as if trying to shake out the horrible thoughts. She had to do this and do it right and she knew she would for she wanted this so badly, in her heart she knew she actually needed it.
Codeword:
Twilight
