D.A.R.K.paw

[&&.{Fierceclaw]]]

-Above the Deep-
name xx; Darkkit//paw\\storm

Alias: Troublemaker, Crazy, Dare-Devil, that darn apprentice.

age xx; 7 Moons
gender xx; Tom
clan xx; River
rank xx; Apprentice

discription xx;

{*}Physical Build - Darkpaw is a shadowy cat. He's build and fraimed mostly by muscle, even at his young age, and has a somewhat stocky build. His paws are massive, sheathing big, ashy black claws, and his shoulders are broad and powerful. He's far from what you'd consider "the Hulk Among Cats", or "apprentice on steriods", the increase is slight, but well enough to be noticable. And his tail is tall and, well, no longer than normal.

{*}Fur and Pelt - His pelt color is a dark, dark tabby, almost to the point of being considered black but the silvery undercoat fades into view in too many places to make him what you'd call a "pure" black cat. His fur is thick but far from long, and it gleams with that trademark shine that is known from a riverclan cat.

{*} Eyes - Darkpaw's eyes are a burning, polychrome of orange, like dying embers on a scourged battlefield. They always hold a playful innocence, although, when that pouty look turns to one of anger, it's one hard glare to meet eye to eye.

{*}Facial Features - This apprentice's dark tabby face is just as the rest of his body, though like on most tabbys, the stripes are more defigned. His eyebrows and rims of his eyes are lighter, as is the bridge of his nose and the fur around his ears and whiskers. His ears are tall and wide, making his earing his sharpest sense.

-Below the Surface-
personality xx;

Darkpaw may look like an intimidating, battle-ready feline, and he may have the colors of a fading fire-pit, but he's really not as much hate, hellfire and brimstone as one might think. He's a cunning cat, and he's got a natural wit about him that becomes shockingly obvious after he'll pull one of his camp pranks. He's a playful, flirtatious young apprentice, who loves nothing more than to see other cats with that "OMG" facial expression. And nothing more than to hear the laughter of friends.

Darkpaw practically bubbles with energetic self-confidence, and it seems an effortless feet for him to achieve the spotlight, and there's practically no end to what he's willing to do to be the center of attention. He loves to play, loves to laugh, loves to get out and explore and you can bet on the fact that this apprentice is never in one place for too long. He loves she-cats, mostly just the ones his age, but he's been known to flirt with a few warrioresses who happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. He's definetly a little player.

However, there is a sarcastic side to Darkpaw. And when he's in a bad mood, you'll see the sharp side of his tongue. Sometimes it wouldn't be hard to believe if someone told you he was bi-polar, because those moods can change in a new york instant. 'Coarse, when I say bad moods and swings, I don't mean violent moods or swings. He'd never hurt anyone in his own clan without darn good reason. He doesn't lose it with cats, far from it. But if you tick him off and press his buttons when he's down he'll not refrain from tackling you down and roll down a hill and what not. Even brothers fight. But scuffling and dark intent are two entirely different things.

-Digging Deeper-
Strengths xx;

Play Fighting; Tree Climbing; Prank Pulling; and DEFINETLY Stealth

weaknesses xx;

Listening; Has Absolutly NO Inhibitations; Being Serious when he doesn't want to be; Remembering the Warrior Code.

history xx;

{*} Kithood - Darkpaw was born in Riverclan just like most Riverclan cats are. Just like, how HE believes, ALL Riverclan cats should be. He was never really sure who his father was, his parents weren't long-term mates, but, psh, as if he cared. Darkkit was carefree and wild from the get-go, climbing through the bracken before he could barely even walk, and he never really could catch a hint from his littermates when to stop the ceaseless aggrivating.

As an older kit, at about 3 moons, he snuck out of the nursery and spent the night in the leader's den without anyone noticing until the next morning. It was a dare, and of coarse, Darkkit is, was, and probably always will be a sucker for a good ligeniment dare. He got in big trouble for it, got "the talking to", but that really didn't help much. Because a few suns later he was sneaking all the way out of camp, putting spurs in nests, and rubbing mouse bile in his cat's ears.

Most of the none-sense stopped when he was plundering through the medicine cat's den and almost shoved a mouthfull of berries in his mouth. They wouldn't have done much more than give him a horrible gut-ache, but the medicine cat, wise as she was, pretended to freak out and told him that it would kill him and close he'd come to death. That was enough to instill the fear of Starclan in his heart, and from then on, he wasn't QUITE as bad of a troublemaker.

{*} Apprenticeship - Well, until he became an apprentice. But how could he resist? Going on patrols, legally exploring the territory, there was so much to see! So much to do! So much to get into and mess up! And that's where he stands now, his old, neverending desire for T.R.O.U.B.L.E was brought back again and follows him like a dark cloud, making most cats groan just at the sight of him.

[xx; Mystic]

i like it =) a funny trouble-making kitty =D

xx; accpeted