Post by .:Horsey Jumper:. on Nov 19, 2007 10:05:43 GMT -5
name xx; Lionpaw
gender xx; Tom
clan xx; ThunderClan
rank xx; Apprentice
description xx; His pelt is golden brown, as a lion's might look, with white paw-tips. His eyes are, strangely, a crystalline blue. His muscles are sleek and powerful.
picture xx;
personality xx; Usually, Lionpaw keeps to himself, after his parents' and siblings' deaths. That was because he never really had anyone to look out for or to look out for him. But, if he needs to, he can be ferocious and vicious. These times might be if cats from another Clan decided to attack, or if dogs were again loose in the forest, and, especially, if he was approached by Two-legs.Lately, he has been having dreams of cats with starry dust around their paws. If they had not been StarClan cats, he might have felt uncomfortable speaking about it. But, being his ancestors, Lionpaw discussed with the ThunderClan medicine cat about these dreams he was having. He didn't much care for any ShadowClan cats, but he didn't mind RiverClan or WindClan. As for kittypets, Lionpaw didn't hate them. He merely felt pity for them that they couldn't enjoy forest life as Clan cats did.
history xx; When he was just a kit, his parents mysteriously disappeared. The rest of the Clan dismissed it as foxes. Lionpaw felt that something different happened, but he still grieved for them. Not long after, his brother and sister disappeared as well. This caused high suspicions in him, but he didn't grieve nearly as long as he had done at the time of his parents' deaths. He was raised by another queen until he was old enough to take on his apprentice name. These were the main causes that he kept to himself in his Apprentice years.
ic xx; Lionpaw's eyes fluttered open as he awoke in the apprentice den at the ThunderClan camp. No dream had disturbed his restful sleep the night before. He stood and stretched, noticing that none of the other apprentices were awake just yet. He was usually early to rise, unlike his denmates. Slowly, twisting around the other nests, he padded outside into the crisp morning air. He sniffed the air a bit, the scent of fresh-kill filling his nostrils. He padded over and picked out a small thrush. It would last him for the day.
codeword xx; Believer
gender xx; Tom
clan xx; ThunderClan
rank xx; Apprentice
description xx; His pelt is golden brown, as a lion's might look, with white paw-tips. His eyes are, strangely, a crystalline blue. His muscles are sleek and powerful.
picture xx;
personality xx; Usually, Lionpaw keeps to himself, after his parents' and siblings' deaths. That was because he never really had anyone to look out for or to look out for him. But, if he needs to, he can be ferocious and vicious. These times might be if cats from another Clan decided to attack, or if dogs were again loose in the forest, and, especially, if he was approached by Two-legs.Lately, he has been having dreams of cats with starry dust around their paws. If they had not been StarClan cats, he might have felt uncomfortable speaking about it. But, being his ancestors, Lionpaw discussed with the ThunderClan medicine cat about these dreams he was having. He didn't much care for any ShadowClan cats, but he didn't mind RiverClan or WindClan. As for kittypets, Lionpaw didn't hate them. He merely felt pity for them that they couldn't enjoy forest life as Clan cats did.
history xx; When he was just a kit, his parents mysteriously disappeared. The rest of the Clan dismissed it as foxes. Lionpaw felt that something different happened, but he still grieved for them. Not long after, his brother and sister disappeared as well. This caused high suspicions in him, but he didn't grieve nearly as long as he had done at the time of his parents' deaths. He was raised by another queen until he was old enough to take on his apprentice name. These were the main causes that he kept to himself in his Apprentice years.
ic xx; Lionpaw's eyes fluttered open as he awoke in the apprentice den at the ThunderClan camp. No dream had disturbed his restful sleep the night before. He stood and stretched, noticing that none of the other apprentices were awake just yet. He was usually early to rise, unlike his denmates. Slowly, twisting around the other nests, he padded outside into the crisp morning air. He sniffed the air a bit, the scent of fresh-kill filling his nostrils. He padded over and picked out a small thrush. It would last him for the day.
codeword xx; Believer