Post by fallen on Aug 28, 2010 21:13:00 GMT -5
Spottedpaw
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Windclan
Age: 6 Moons
Rank: Apprentice, although she wants to be a medicine cat apprentice
Looks:
~Spottedpaw is a lovely, brindle, Calico. Her coat is as white as winter snow, and soft as a baby ducks dew feathers. Her calico markings are very interesting. Grayish-brown brindle patches with perfect spots of light chestnut. Her markings are splashed over her back, like paint. Her face is a lovely gray-brown brindle with a small amount of light chestnut near her eyes. Her tail is striped like a tigers. White, gray, brown, light chestnut and chestnut. Her nose is a small pink heart, with a touch of light chestnut around the edges. Her eyes like a topaz dyed medium green in the center.
Persona:
~Spottedpaw is a friendly yet wise cat. She tries to be as nice to a cat as she can, no matter how rude they may be. She tries to see the good in others, and tries even harder to not be angry with any cat. She is just a cat though and can’t help her feelings. If a cat truly is a beast to her she will fight back with the anger equal to a starving wolf. Even as a kit she was wise. Always scolding her siblings for being bad. She got in to her own mischief though, no cat is perfect. Spottedpaw is loyal to her clan. She only wishes to be the best cat she can be to protect and serve Windclan. If it means never finding a mate and spending her life fighting other cats she would. Because of her kind nature she would rather not fight others. Spottedpaw isn’t hesitant about speaking her opinion. If she thinks something is wrong she will let others know. She is hesitant about doing new, possible dangerous, things. She won’t investigate a weird smelling object without careful planning. She won’t approach a sleeping monster unless she is sure it won’t wake to attack her. And the thunderpath? She wouldn’t dare try to cross it even if no monsters had been on it for days. Her curiosity may win over her carefulness though. She is a very curious cat and wants to learn everything she can. She is willing to learn all her mentor can teach her.
Spottedpaw enjoys the company of others. Like any cat she needs her alone time if she is sad, upset, angry, or just wants some peace. Living in a clan is perfect for her, she could think of no other life. She loves to spend time with other apprentices, even if their dreams are hunting patrols, battles, and becoming deputy or leader. Spottedpaw’s dreams are of Hunting patrols, nature, and sometimes stars and herbs.
History:
Spottedpaw was born and raised in Windclan. She has the small, lithe body of every Windclan cat. Like most she loves to run through the long, open territory. Not much happened to her as a kit. One of her brothers, Mousekit, led her and her other sibling on an adventure only a moon before they became apprentices. Spottedpaw only went along to watch her brother, Swallowkit, and keep Mousekit from getting them both harmed. While they were out Spottedpaw was attacked by a rat near a twoleg farm. Her brother, Swallowkit, was left with a long scar on his nose trying to save his siblings. Mousekit was badly injured and had to be dragged back to camp, he died in the Medicine cat den. Spottedpaw spent most of the time with him before he died, after she started having dreams of wanting to be a Medicine Cat. She still hates the rats for harming her and her brothers, and taking the life of Mousekit.
Her mother died when she was born. Giving birth to her brother Swallowkit. Her father, with the help of the other queens, raised them. That winter he died of Greencough.
Swallowkit left camp when he turned 6 moons, telling Spottedpaw that he wanted to see the world outside the clans. Spottedpaw prays to Starclan every night to protect her brother.
IC:
~The sound of paws tearing through the earth was the only thing she heard. The wind whistled through her ears. The sun beat down on her from the highest point in the sky. A bird flew over her, its wings beating to return to its nest. In the distance monsters could be heard on the thunderpath.
Spottedpaw flew across the moorland. Her paws barely touching the earth beneath her. The camp grew slowly closer and closer as she sped toward home. Times like this were her favorite. The wide, blue, open sky. Nothing blocking her path. No trees in her way. Just wide, open land. Spottedpaw slightly parted her jaws, allowing the rich scents of Windclan territory to fill her. Earth, prey, and other cats. And the camp.
Spottedpaw brought herself to a stop. Her legs protested, inside she wanted to keep running. It’s what she was built for. Speed. Ignoring her mind and instincts she padded in to camp.
The familiar scents of her clan mates comforted her. The milky scent of queens and her kits, the pungent scent of mouse bile from the elders den, the lovely scent of herbs from the medicine cat den, and the best scent of all. The apprentice den.
Her paws led her toward the fresh-kill pile. Her stomach growled as she took in the wonderful scent. Grabbing a small rabbit she walked to the apprentice den.
Curling up in her nest she gulped the rabbit down. With a full belly and the scent of home in her nose she drifted off to sleep.
Family:
-Mousekit: Killed by rats
-Swallowkit: Disappeared from camp
-Stripetail: Died gicing birth
-Whiteclaw: Died from greencough
Password: Aurora
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Windclan
Age: 6 Moons
Rank: Apprentice, although she wants to be a medicine cat apprentice
Looks:
~Spottedpaw is a lovely, brindle, Calico. Her coat is as white as winter snow, and soft as a baby ducks dew feathers. Her calico markings are very interesting. Grayish-brown brindle patches with perfect spots of light chestnut. Her markings are splashed over her back, like paint. Her face is a lovely gray-brown brindle with a small amount of light chestnut near her eyes. Her tail is striped like a tigers. White, gray, brown, light chestnut and chestnut. Her nose is a small pink heart, with a touch of light chestnut around the edges. Her eyes like a topaz dyed medium green in the center.
Persona:
~Spottedpaw is a friendly yet wise cat. She tries to be as nice to a cat as she can, no matter how rude they may be. She tries to see the good in others, and tries even harder to not be angry with any cat. She is just a cat though and can’t help her feelings. If a cat truly is a beast to her she will fight back with the anger equal to a starving wolf. Even as a kit she was wise. Always scolding her siblings for being bad. She got in to her own mischief though, no cat is perfect. Spottedpaw is loyal to her clan. She only wishes to be the best cat she can be to protect and serve Windclan. If it means never finding a mate and spending her life fighting other cats she would. Because of her kind nature she would rather not fight others. Spottedpaw isn’t hesitant about speaking her opinion. If she thinks something is wrong she will let others know. She is hesitant about doing new, possible dangerous, things. She won’t investigate a weird smelling object without careful planning. She won’t approach a sleeping monster unless she is sure it won’t wake to attack her. And the thunderpath? She wouldn’t dare try to cross it even if no monsters had been on it for days. Her curiosity may win over her carefulness though. She is a very curious cat and wants to learn everything she can. She is willing to learn all her mentor can teach her.
Spottedpaw enjoys the company of others. Like any cat she needs her alone time if she is sad, upset, angry, or just wants some peace. Living in a clan is perfect for her, she could think of no other life. She loves to spend time with other apprentices, even if their dreams are hunting patrols, battles, and becoming deputy or leader. Spottedpaw’s dreams are of Hunting patrols, nature, and sometimes stars and herbs.
History:
Spottedpaw was born and raised in Windclan. She has the small, lithe body of every Windclan cat. Like most she loves to run through the long, open territory. Not much happened to her as a kit. One of her brothers, Mousekit, led her and her other sibling on an adventure only a moon before they became apprentices. Spottedpaw only went along to watch her brother, Swallowkit, and keep Mousekit from getting them both harmed. While they were out Spottedpaw was attacked by a rat near a twoleg farm. Her brother, Swallowkit, was left with a long scar on his nose trying to save his siblings. Mousekit was badly injured and had to be dragged back to camp, he died in the Medicine cat den. Spottedpaw spent most of the time with him before he died, after she started having dreams of wanting to be a Medicine Cat. She still hates the rats for harming her and her brothers, and taking the life of Mousekit.
Her mother died when she was born. Giving birth to her brother Swallowkit. Her father, with the help of the other queens, raised them. That winter he died of Greencough.
Swallowkit left camp when he turned 6 moons, telling Spottedpaw that he wanted to see the world outside the clans. Spottedpaw prays to Starclan every night to protect her brother.
IC:
~The sound of paws tearing through the earth was the only thing she heard. The wind whistled through her ears. The sun beat down on her from the highest point in the sky. A bird flew over her, its wings beating to return to its nest. In the distance monsters could be heard on the thunderpath.
Spottedpaw flew across the moorland. Her paws barely touching the earth beneath her. The camp grew slowly closer and closer as she sped toward home. Times like this were her favorite. The wide, blue, open sky. Nothing blocking her path. No trees in her way. Just wide, open land. Spottedpaw slightly parted her jaws, allowing the rich scents of Windclan territory to fill her. Earth, prey, and other cats. And the camp.
Spottedpaw brought herself to a stop. Her legs protested, inside she wanted to keep running. It’s what she was built for. Speed. Ignoring her mind and instincts she padded in to camp.
The familiar scents of her clan mates comforted her. The milky scent of queens and her kits, the pungent scent of mouse bile from the elders den, the lovely scent of herbs from the medicine cat den, and the best scent of all. The apprentice den.
Her paws led her toward the fresh-kill pile. Her stomach growled as she took in the wonderful scent. Grabbing a small rabbit she walked to the apprentice den.
Curling up in her nest she gulped the rabbit down. With a full belly and the scent of home in her nose she drifted off to sleep.
Family:
-Mousekit: Killed by rats
-Swallowkit: Disappeared from camp
-Stripetail: Died gicing birth
-Whiteclaw: Died from greencough
Password: Aurora
