Post by Katness on Feb 7, 2009 13:35:57 GMT -5
name xx; Smokepaw
gender xx; she-cat
clan xx; WindClan
rank xx; Apprentice
description xx; A small, gray-black apprentice with cream-colored splotches everywhere. Her fur is short, but thick. She is lean and strong, like all WindClan cats. Her claws are long and thorn-sharp, and her teeth are sharper. Her ears stand atop her head, swiveling back often when there is a sound on the moor ahead. Her tail is medium in length, but thin also. Her fur ruffles gently when the wind blows across the moor. Smokepaw's paws are medium-sized and sturdy, making it easy for her to chase after her prey. Her eyes are a piercing sea green, darker toward the pupil. Her eyes seem to search your very soul.
picture xx; Smokepaw
personality xx; Smokepaw is a very sweet cat. Unlike other WindClan cats, she feels a small connection to ThunderClan. She is as helpful as she can possibly be. Smokepaw doesn't see the point of battles, and tries her hardest to keep the peace, like the long ago Firestar of ThunderClan. She is very loyal to her Clan, and will do anything the leader asks of her. She has a bit of a temper, but is always sure to keep it in check when she's around the kits and elders. When she is not happy, she runs through the territory, letting out all her anger. She does not easily fall in love, so whoever decides he loves her will have to work at it for her to love him back.
history xx; Smokepaw was born under rather unlikely circumstances. Her mother, Seawhisker, was in love with a tom named Oatfeather. Oatfeather had loved her since they were apprentices. But Seawhisker also had loved another tom, named Spiderfur. Spiderfur and Seawhisker had been mates, but it hadn't worked out for long. Seawhisker had not much liked his attitude, and told him he was too pushy. But Spiderfur had given her kits in her belly, forcefully. Seawhisker and Oatfeather became mates not long after. Seawhisker was afraid of what Oatfeather would do, so she never told him whose kits they really were, letting him believe they were his.
When the kits were born, they were named Smokekit, Wheatkit, and Lightkit. Both toms stayed near the nursery at all times, going in to visit Seawhisker and her children. One day, both Spiderfur and Oatfeather came in at the same time, going to see 'my kits'. Oatfeather looked at Seawhisker, the kits, and Spiderfur in turn. Agonized, he saw the resemblance between Smokekit and Spiderfur especially. He chased the tom to the edge of the territory and onto the Thunderpath, where he was hit by a monster.
When Oatfeather returned to his mate, he asked her about the kits. She told him that she had once wanted kits with the other tom, but he had been too pushy and had a horrible attitude. So, forcefully, he gave them to her. She had been afraid of what Oatfeather would do, so she never told him. Until that day. Even though she did not like Spiderfur, and was even afraid of him, she loved those kits with all her heart, and so did Oatfeather, even though they were not his own. When Spiderfur died, the kits were not old enough to know who their father was. Their eyes hadn't opened, and the only thing they could pay attention to was their mother's belly.
Smokekit was a very rambunctious kit, often getting herself into trouble, along with her two brothers. They would sneak out of the camp, but never got too far. Once, they made it to the top of the hill that overlooked the moor, but were soon snatched up and returned to their worried mother. Smokekit had a small scratch on her shoulder, but she was happy nonetheless. Not long after that, the kits received their apprentice names of Smokepaw, Lightpaw, and Wheatpaw.
ic xx; Light filtered through the heather at the entrance of the camp, serene and gentle. I had just woken up to the sound of the dawn patrol returning. The heather shook where the last warrior had passed. I stood, shaking my pelt and stretching. I opened my jaws wide, yawning. I sat outside the apprentices' den, flicking scraps of grass from my pelt before licking it clean.
I raised my muzzle to the air, trying to scent my mentor. I had just received my apprentice name a few nights ago, and I was anxious to start my training for the day. I wondered briefly to myself what she would suggest we do before getting up. I stalked to the warriors' den, calling out her name softly at the entrance. Her gray head shot up at once, her body following a moment later.
codeword xx; twilight
other xx; I can so do more for the roleplay example, but I didn't want to make it too long, so I left it where it was. Wonder what they would have done next!
gender xx; she-cat
clan xx; WindClan
rank xx; Apprentice
description xx; A small, gray-black apprentice with cream-colored splotches everywhere. Her fur is short, but thick. She is lean and strong, like all WindClan cats. Her claws are long and thorn-sharp, and her teeth are sharper. Her ears stand atop her head, swiveling back often when there is a sound on the moor ahead. Her tail is medium in length, but thin also. Her fur ruffles gently when the wind blows across the moor. Smokepaw's paws are medium-sized and sturdy, making it easy for her to chase after her prey. Her eyes are a piercing sea green, darker toward the pupil. Her eyes seem to search your very soul.
picture xx; Smokepaw
personality xx; Smokepaw is a very sweet cat. Unlike other WindClan cats, she feels a small connection to ThunderClan. She is as helpful as she can possibly be. Smokepaw doesn't see the point of battles, and tries her hardest to keep the peace, like the long ago Firestar of ThunderClan. She is very loyal to her Clan, and will do anything the leader asks of her. She has a bit of a temper, but is always sure to keep it in check when she's around the kits and elders. When she is not happy, she runs through the territory, letting out all her anger. She does not easily fall in love, so whoever decides he loves her will have to work at it for her to love him back.
history xx; Smokepaw was born under rather unlikely circumstances. Her mother, Seawhisker, was in love with a tom named Oatfeather. Oatfeather had loved her since they were apprentices. But Seawhisker also had loved another tom, named Spiderfur. Spiderfur and Seawhisker had been mates, but it hadn't worked out for long. Seawhisker had not much liked his attitude, and told him he was too pushy. But Spiderfur had given her kits in her belly, forcefully. Seawhisker and Oatfeather became mates not long after. Seawhisker was afraid of what Oatfeather would do, so she never told him whose kits they really were, letting him believe they were his.
When the kits were born, they were named Smokekit, Wheatkit, and Lightkit. Both toms stayed near the nursery at all times, going in to visit Seawhisker and her children. One day, both Spiderfur and Oatfeather came in at the same time, going to see 'my kits'. Oatfeather looked at Seawhisker, the kits, and Spiderfur in turn. Agonized, he saw the resemblance between Smokekit and Spiderfur especially. He chased the tom to the edge of the territory and onto the Thunderpath, where he was hit by a monster.
When Oatfeather returned to his mate, he asked her about the kits. She told him that she had once wanted kits with the other tom, but he had been too pushy and had a horrible attitude. So, forcefully, he gave them to her. She had been afraid of what Oatfeather would do, so she never told him. Until that day. Even though she did not like Spiderfur, and was even afraid of him, she loved those kits with all her heart, and so did Oatfeather, even though they were not his own. When Spiderfur died, the kits were not old enough to know who their father was. Their eyes hadn't opened, and the only thing they could pay attention to was their mother's belly.
Smokekit was a very rambunctious kit, often getting herself into trouble, along with her two brothers. They would sneak out of the camp, but never got too far. Once, they made it to the top of the hill that overlooked the moor, but were soon snatched up and returned to their worried mother. Smokekit had a small scratch on her shoulder, but she was happy nonetheless. Not long after that, the kits received their apprentice names of Smokepaw, Lightpaw, and Wheatpaw.
ic xx; Light filtered through the heather at the entrance of the camp, serene and gentle. I had just woken up to the sound of the dawn patrol returning. The heather shook where the last warrior had passed. I stood, shaking my pelt and stretching. I opened my jaws wide, yawning. I sat outside the apprentices' den, flicking scraps of grass from my pelt before licking it clean.
I raised my muzzle to the air, trying to scent my mentor. I had just received my apprentice name a few nights ago, and I was anxious to start my training for the day. I wondered briefly to myself what she would suggest we do before getting up. I stalked to the warriors' den, calling out her name softly at the entrance. Her gray head shot up at once, her body following a moment later.
codeword xx; twilight
other xx; I can so do more for the roleplay example, but I didn't want to make it too long, so I left it where it was. Wonder what they would have done next!