Post by Eagleh on Feb 7, 2009 8:04:53 GMT -5
Name: Morningpaw
Age: 6 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Disposition: Morningpaw is your basic she-cat-next-den. She is sweet, adventurous, beautiful, funny, playful and happy-go-lucky. She loves to play around with the other apprentices and especially the warriors. She doesn't like to fight or watch others get hurt, though, which gives her a tough time in battle. Morningpaw does learn that loyalty to her Clan is the most important thing, and her fierce loyalty gives her the drive to move on. Despite being so soft-hearted for weaker beings, she is a great hunter. She isn't bouncy as some cats would assume right off the bat. She is quite calm and well-mannered, but she definately does like to have a good time. She can be very kittish at times, though, gazing off into space or tussling with a leaf. Morningpaw still loves being everyone's best friend, and is very good at doing so.
Description: www.freewebs.com/squirrel_star/Me....ng%20haired.jpg
Morningpaw is a petite, creamy-tan-pinkish furred she-cat. She has long white whiskers and intelligent clover-green eyes. She has long, silver-ticked fur and a long, bushy tail, making her look extra feminine. Her ears are placed neatly on top of her head, giving her a sort of inquisitive look. She also has a cute pink nose to match. Morningpaw has short and small yet razor-sharp claws.
History: Morningpaw was born and raised by two very loyal RiverClan cats, and she learned to swim very early on in her kithood. An unexpected, tragic moment hit in her kithood was when she had to witness her mother's death. It wasn't gorey though, she simply passed on, the way every cat wants to die. So Morningpaw is kind and amiable and tries her best to make light of her's and everyone's life.
Ever since she was born, Morninpaw's numero uno desire was to have a mentor and be apprenticed like every cat has to be before they get to ride on cloud 9 and be a warrior. She almost couldn't sit still through her apprenticing ceremony and yet she still doesn't have a mentor. She desperately wanted an older, wiser, more experienced cat to guide her and give her a good start in her life. But she knows that her perfect mentor awaits.
IC: Morningkit layed on the floor, pressing her small body deeply into that familiar red-brown fur, licking occasionally to sneak some milk even before it was nursing time. She raised her tiny, fuzzy head when her mother glanced over. She dropped all thoughts of getting some more nurishment with her head, and pretended to be sound asleep. Many slow, monotonous moments later, bright morning sunlight came spilling into the nursery.
~ ~ ~
Morningpaw opened her eyes and stretched and yawned heavily. She curled back up and accidentally pressed herself into another grumpy-goose apprentice. "Watch it!" he groaned sleepily.
"Sorry!" Morningpaw mewed sheepishly. "Someone's not a morning cat." She stretched her short limbs and licked her chops, yet not feeling the usual early morning hunger pangs. She could still taste... something familiar and sweet... something she hadn't tasted in a long time. She shrugged, tiptoeing out of the apprentice's den. I must be hungry and my stomach doesn't know it. Morningpaw clawed anxiously and the ground and took off for the stream; tail tip flicking anxiously.
Age: 6 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Disposition: Morningpaw is your basic she-cat-next-den. She is sweet, adventurous, beautiful, funny, playful and happy-go-lucky. She loves to play around with the other apprentices and especially the warriors. She doesn't like to fight or watch others get hurt, though, which gives her a tough time in battle. Morningpaw does learn that loyalty to her Clan is the most important thing, and her fierce loyalty gives her the drive to move on. Despite being so soft-hearted for weaker beings, she is a great hunter. She isn't bouncy as some cats would assume right off the bat. She is quite calm and well-mannered, but she definately does like to have a good time. She can be very kittish at times, though, gazing off into space or tussling with a leaf. Morningpaw still loves being everyone's best friend, and is very good at doing so.
Description: www.freewebs.com/squirrel_star/Me....ng%20haired.jpg
Morningpaw is a petite, creamy-tan-pinkish furred she-cat. She has long white whiskers and intelligent clover-green eyes. She has long, silver-ticked fur and a long, bushy tail, making her look extra feminine. Her ears are placed neatly on top of her head, giving her a sort of inquisitive look. She also has a cute pink nose to match. Morningpaw has short and small yet razor-sharp claws.
History: Morningpaw was born and raised by two very loyal RiverClan cats, and she learned to swim very early on in her kithood. An unexpected, tragic moment hit in her kithood was when she had to witness her mother's death. It wasn't gorey though, she simply passed on, the way every cat wants to die. So Morningpaw is kind and amiable and tries her best to make light of her's and everyone's life.
Ever since she was born, Morninpaw's numero uno desire was to have a mentor and be apprenticed like every cat has to be before they get to ride on cloud 9 and be a warrior. She almost couldn't sit still through her apprenticing ceremony and yet she still doesn't have a mentor. She desperately wanted an older, wiser, more experienced cat to guide her and give her a good start in her life. But she knows that her perfect mentor awaits.
IC: Morningkit layed on the floor, pressing her small body deeply into that familiar red-brown fur, licking occasionally to sneak some milk even before it was nursing time. She raised her tiny, fuzzy head when her mother glanced over. She dropped all thoughts of getting some more nurishment with her head, and pretended to be sound asleep. Many slow, monotonous moments later, bright morning sunlight came spilling into the nursery.
~ ~ ~
Morningpaw opened her eyes and stretched and yawned heavily. She curled back up and accidentally pressed herself into another grumpy-goose apprentice. "Watch it!" he groaned sleepily.
"Sorry!" Morningpaw mewed sheepishly. "Someone's not a morning cat." She stretched her short limbs and licked her chops, yet not feeling the usual early morning hunger pangs. She could still taste... something familiar and sweet... something she hadn't tasted in a long time. She shrugged, tiptoeing out of the apprentice's den. I must be hungry and my stomach doesn't know it. Morningpaw clawed anxiously and the ground and took off for the stream; tail tip flicking anxiously.
