Post by Paisley Roads on Nov 15, 2007 10:48:38 GMT -5
Name: Spiderpaw
Age: 6 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: Shadow Clan
Rank: Apprentice
Description:
Spiderpaw is a somewhat runtish looking cat. He's the smallest of all the apprentices and they don't let him forget it. He bears a white, short-haired pelt with a jet black tail, feet, and ears. His eyes are a deep golden yellow that always have a mischevious glimmer to them. He bears a long, deep scar across the front of his muzzle that only adds to his character.
Personality:
Spiderpaw is a rather happy go lucky kind of cat. He finds laughter and joy in mostly everything he sees and expiereinces. He can be rambunctios and a little too energetic but he always does what is needed. Whether he is gathering herbs for the medicine cat or pressing mouse bile onto the elders backs to remove ticks, he does so with a cherry disposition. He's very good at following orders, especially from his Mentor, and finds
History:
Spiderpaw was always so curious as a kit. He often got yelled at by his mother, Spottedbirch, and the other queens in the clan for getting into mischief. When he was 3 moons old, he decided to go out of the camp to hunt because he thought it was silly that he had to wait so long until he could be apprenticed. Unfortunately instead of coming across a mouse or something small he might be able to handle, he came crashing into the den of an angry badger. Spottedbirch had noticed him missing and a whole slew of catsw raced into the forest after him. They luckily arrived in time to knock the badger off of the frightened and hurt kit and chase it off their territory. This is the event that resulted in the scar on his face.
IC:
Spiderpaw couched and stayed very still in the tall grass that surrounded him. His bright eyes darting around as he opened his mouth and drew the scents of the woods over his glands, trying to dicern if there was prey about. Immediately he caught the scent of a squirrel and saw it a few tail lengths from the base of an oak tree, gathering seeds and acorns. It was chittering loudly and luckily for Spiderpaw, the wind was blowing towards him so the odds were in his favor. He went into the hunter's crouch and began making his way quietly and slowly through the grass towards his prey. He was no more than a tail length away when he readied himself for the leap and bounded out at the squirrel. His attack was well aimed and he managed to land with paws and claws outstreched right on top of the unsuspecting critter, finishing it off with a swift bite to the neck. He scooped the still warm body of the squirrel and carried it over to the base of a tree where he dropped it and scraped dirt over it . He would come back this way when he was headed back to the camp, but for now there was more prey in the woods to be caught. He trotted off into another clump of grass and weeds to continue his hunting.'
Codeword: Believer
Age: 6 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: Shadow Clan
Rank: Apprentice
Description:
Spiderpaw is a somewhat runtish looking cat. He's the smallest of all the apprentices and they don't let him forget it. He bears a white, short-haired pelt with a jet black tail, feet, and ears. His eyes are a deep golden yellow that always have a mischevious glimmer to them. He bears a long, deep scar across the front of his muzzle that only adds to his character.
Personality:
Spiderpaw is a rather happy go lucky kind of cat. He finds laughter and joy in mostly everything he sees and expiereinces. He can be rambunctios and a little too energetic but he always does what is needed. Whether he is gathering herbs for the medicine cat or pressing mouse bile onto the elders backs to remove ticks, he does so with a cherry disposition. He's very good at following orders, especially from his Mentor, and finds
History:
Spiderpaw was always so curious as a kit. He often got yelled at by his mother, Spottedbirch, and the other queens in the clan for getting into mischief. When he was 3 moons old, he decided to go out of the camp to hunt because he thought it was silly that he had to wait so long until he could be apprenticed. Unfortunately instead of coming across a mouse or something small he might be able to handle, he came crashing into the den of an angry badger. Spottedbirch had noticed him missing and a whole slew of catsw raced into the forest after him. They luckily arrived in time to knock the badger off of the frightened and hurt kit and chase it off their territory. This is the event that resulted in the scar on his face.
IC:
Spiderpaw couched and stayed very still in the tall grass that surrounded him. His bright eyes darting around as he opened his mouth and drew the scents of the woods over his glands, trying to dicern if there was prey about. Immediately he caught the scent of a squirrel and saw it a few tail lengths from the base of an oak tree, gathering seeds and acorns. It was chittering loudly and luckily for Spiderpaw, the wind was blowing towards him so the odds were in his favor. He went into the hunter's crouch and began making his way quietly and slowly through the grass towards his prey. He was no more than a tail length away when he readied himself for the leap and bounded out at the squirrel. His attack was well aimed and he managed to land with paws and claws outstreched right on top of the unsuspecting critter, finishing it off with a swift bite to the neck. He scooped the still warm body of the squirrel and carried it over to the base of a tree where he dropped it and scraped dirt over it . He would come back this way when he was headed back to the camp, but for now there was more prey in the woods to be caught. He trotted off into another clump of grass and weeds to continue his hunting.'
Codeword: Believer
Could you just finish off that sentence? Then you're accepted. 
