Post by Eagleh on Feb 7, 2009 8:09:16 GMT -5
Hi! I'm Poppypaw
I am currently 8 moons old
I'm only an Apprentice
My home is in Riverclan
I'm a She-cat
The Lucky cat I call my mentor is Russetstone, the Clan Deputy(i have already fixed this up with Whitey.)
This is what you see:
Poppypaw is a tortishell-and-white she-cat. Her fur is always somewhat ruffled, but can be smoothed with a few quick licks. She has blue eyes.
Poppypaw's fur is short. But it isn't so much sleek as it is soft. It's always ruffled slightly. But not to the point that a few quick lick won't smooth it. This makes it look thin, but in reality it is thick. So thick, that Poppypaw hardly knows the word Winter! Because of her thick coat, she barely feels the cold. Being a tortishell, many colors make her coat. In this case, the colors are:
Butter Yellow
White
Mocha brown
Ink Black
Poppypaw's head has very distinct coloring. But first, I will describe the head itself. Poppypaw has large ears, and hearing is one of her major strong points physically. They are tilted forward, making hearing things behind her difficult. Nontheless, poppypaw manages. Because of this, she hears he fish before it is in sight. Poppypaw doesn't hold her chin up or down. She is easygoing, and simply keeps it up so as to survey those around her. Her nose is pink. In her face, like inlaid jewels, are her eyes. Poppypaw's eyes have a spark of intellegence and delight in them. At the very center, they are ink black, just at the inner ring of color. Then they are a dark navy blue, slowly, they become light navy blue. Suddenly, at the very edges, they are yellow. Butter yellow. Now to the coloring. Above her right and below her left eyes are patches of ink black. The black on the right faids into brown, the black on the left faids into yellow. They brown, is surrounded by yellow, which is surrounded by white. For her muzzle is the pure white of freshly fallen snow. Her ears are pink at the tips and black at the base.
Poppypaw is healthy. No bones show through her coat. Her build is small. This makes it easier for her to fish, since she casts little or no shadow. Her stomach is white. The rest is Mocha brown, spattered over her pelt. There is also a little Butter yellow, but no Ink black. Her build is small, and she is very Aero/waterdynamic.
Poppypaw's tail is long. When she walks, it is held high and straight. It also tends to curve down at the tip. Her Balance isn't perfect, but she rarely trips or stumbles.
Poppypaw's are small, but her hind legs are a tinsy bit longer than normal. This helps her swim silently through the water. All her legs are strong, help her propel herself through the water. They are mainly white.
Mirror mirror on the wall, I've had a look now show them all:
www.warrenphotographic.co.uk/photography/cats/15548.jpg
This is the real me:
Poppypaw is a happy, kind cat. She likes a balance of peace and battle. She is understanding, and always takes time to listen to others. She doesn't have much of a temper, and has never been one for losing control.
Family isn't one of Poppypaw's strongest values. She never had a family to be proud of. Her family was stuck up and selfish. So she hated them, she never fully got to grasp what family was. However, this did not slow her down in showing the world who she was. She was always the same. Happy, Funny, and Kind.
Temper...Poppypaw has a terrible temper hidden inside her. But it rarely bursts out. When it does, you see an eruption. Her voice gets cold, and she begins acting far superior. She has a good long list of comebacks. Such as "I bet you wish, fur-face!" and "Shut up you Mouse-brained piece of Fox-dung!". She is also loaded with a few sarcastic comments like "I'm sure you would use your shriveled up brain, if you had one." Yet she almost never bursts out like this.
The past is the past, but it's time to look back:
Poppypaw's history starts like this:
Her ancestor was Riverstar. The first leader of Riverclan. Riverstar then fell in love with Heatherfoot. They soon had 3 kits. Waterkit, Timberkit, and Lilackit. No more than 3 moons later, Waterkit and Lilackit died mysterious deaths. Only Timberkit was left. Timberkit grew into Timbersnow. And so it went, this pattern repeating. Always the same. A curse, some might call it. But it stopped at Poppypaw. Her mother was Rubytalon, her father was Emberglow. Her siblings died off, the two of them she had. But her parents didn't love her. They hated her, they neglected her. So she started off shy. Rarely fed, never aloud to go anywhere. This nursury was quite trapped in. It was the perfect place to keep her hidden, never seeing the light of day. They fed her twice a day. Those where her "Hidden Day's" Her ribs showed through her now unkempt coat. Her eyes were hollow with neglect. She didn't know a world apart from this. But then she was apprenticed. When she was, the whole clan saw what had happened. Riddlestar hadn't wanted to jump to conclusions, so he performed the ceremony. Then he asked Poppypaw what had happened. It had enraged him, and Poppypaw's parents had been banished. He had also told her mentor to just let her eat for a while. She had been far too thin to do any type of work. So that is what happened. She finally looked healthy. But ever since then she has had a very fragile health. That is how she became the happy apprentice she is today.
Other?
Nothing except that her family was also very stuck-up with pride of their origins, she isn't.
Password:
Not first cat.
I am currently 8 moons old
I'm only an Apprentice
My home is in Riverclan
I'm a She-cat
The Lucky cat I call my mentor is Russetstone, the Clan Deputy(i have already fixed this up with Whitey.)
This is what you see:
Poppypaw is a tortishell-and-white she-cat. Her fur is always somewhat ruffled, but can be smoothed with a few quick licks. She has blue eyes.
Poppypaw's fur is short. But it isn't so much sleek as it is soft. It's always ruffled slightly. But not to the point that a few quick lick won't smooth it. This makes it look thin, but in reality it is thick. So thick, that Poppypaw hardly knows the word Winter! Because of her thick coat, she barely feels the cold. Being a tortishell, many colors make her coat. In this case, the colors are:
Butter Yellow
White
Mocha brown
Ink Black
Poppypaw's head has very distinct coloring. But first, I will describe the head itself. Poppypaw has large ears, and hearing is one of her major strong points physically. They are tilted forward, making hearing things behind her difficult. Nontheless, poppypaw manages. Because of this, she hears he fish before it is in sight. Poppypaw doesn't hold her chin up or down. She is easygoing, and simply keeps it up so as to survey those around her. Her nose is pink. In her face, like inlaid jewels, are her eyes. Poppypaw's eyes have a spark of intellegence and delight in them. At the very center, they are ink black, just at the inner ring of color. Then they are a dark navy blue, slowly, they become light navy blue. Suddenly, at the very edges, they are yellow. Butter yellow. Now to the coloring. Above her right and below her left eyes are patches of ink black. The black on the right faids into brown, the black on the left faids into yellow. They brown, is surrounded by yellow, which is surrounded by white. For her muzzle is the pure white of freshly fallen snow. Her ears are pink at the tips and black at the base.
Poppypaw is healthy. No bones show through her coat. Her build is small. This makes it easier for her to fish, since she casts little or no shadow. Her stomach is white. The rest is Mocha brown, spattered over her pelt. There is also a little Butter yellow, but no Ink black. Her build is small, and she is very Aero/waterdynamic.
Poppypaw's tail is long. When she walks, it is held high and straight. It also tends to curve down at the tip. Her Balance isn't perfect, but she rarely trips or stumbles.
Poppypaw's are small, but her hind legs are a tinsy bit longer than normal. This helps her swim silently through the water. All her legs are strong, help her propel herself through the water. They are mainly white.
Mirror mirror on the wall, I've had a look now show them all:
www.warrenphotographic.co.uk/photography/cats/15548.jpg
This is the real me:
Poppypaw is a happy, kind cat. She likes a balance of peace and battle. She is understanding, and always takes time to listen to others. She doesn't have much of a temper, and has never been one for losing control.
Family isn't one of Poppypaw's strongest values. She never had a family to be proud of. Her family was stuck up and selfish. So she hated them, she never fully got to grasp what family was. However, this did not slow her down in showing the world who she was. She was always the same. Happy, Funny, and Kind.
Temper...Poppypaw has a terrible temper hidden inside her. But it rarely bursts out. When it does, you see an eruption. Her voice gets cold, and she begins acting far superior. She has a good long list of comebacks. Such as "I bet you wish, fur-face!" and "Shut up you Mouse-brained piece of Fox-dung!". She is also loaded with a few sarcastic comments like "I'm sure you would use your shriveled up brain, if you had one." Yet she almost never bursts out like this.
The past is the past, but it's time to look back:
Poppypaw's history starts like this:
Her ancestor was Riverstar. The first leader of Riverclan. Riverstar then fell in love with Heatherfoot. They soon had 3 kits. Waterkit, Timberkit, and Lilackit. No more than 3 moons later, Waterkit and Lilackit died mysterious deaths. Only Timberkit was left. Timberkit grew into Timbersnow. And so it went, this pattern repeating. Always the same. A curse, some might call it. But it stopped at Poppypaw. Her mother was Rubytalon, her father was Emberglow. Her siblings died off, the two of them she had. But her parents didn't love her. They hated her, they neglected her. So she started off shy. Rarely fed, never aloud to go anywhere. This nursury was quite trapped in. It was the perfect place to keep her hidden, never seeing the light of day. They fed her twice a day. Those where her "Hidden Day's" Her ribs showed through her now unkempt coat. Her eyes were hollow with neglect. She didn't know a world apart from this. But then she was apprenticed. When she was, the whole clan saw what had happened. Riddlestar hadn't wanted to jump to conclusions, so he performed the ceremony. Then he asked Poppypaw what had happened. It had enraged him, and Poppypaw's parents had been banished. He had also told her mentor to just let her eat for a while. She had been far too thin to do any type of work. So that is what happened. She finally looked healthy. But ever since then she has had a very fragile health. That is how she became the happy apprentice she is today.
Other?
Nothing except that her family was also very stuck-up with pride of their origins, she isn't.
Password:
Not first cat.
