Post by shadowride7 on Jan 7, 2009 1:11:24 GMT
Name: Wildpaw
Clan: Snowclan
Age: 7 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Apprentice
Appearence: A striking, slender white she-cat with a red and black dapple back and head. Eyes are a light green shade, tail is long and appears graceful.
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Personality: Wildpaw always was a feisty kit, and has always though she could take on any cat, no matter how big. She usually is found working on her skills, showing her will and determination to be the best. A noturisouse overreacter, Wildpaw's philosophy is to always be the best, that's . Wildpaw will not think before mouthing off to the elder cats, which results one of many punishments. Though she is usually seen as a bother, and rude, this young kit has a caring heart, when she wants to.
IC: A small, powdery flake of snow drifted down from the dawning sky, gliding down to earth like a falling leaf in leaf fall.
It continued to fall, it's grace like the many others around it. A sudden flash of black and white, extended claws, and the dancing flake was gone. Wildpaw whipped around, her outstretched paws flying to and fro. She'd always loved the snow, how it landed quietly on her pelt, never able to penetrate it's shaggy warmth. Rolling over, she used her hind paws to bat at the oncoming flakes, the hind limbs kicking out powerfully into the frozen air. Thump! With a soft caterwaul Wildpaw shot herself into the air as a heavy lump landed on her stomach. Ears back, she ripped at the red fur, feeling her claws gouge the creatures tough skin. Something at her throat, causing her to give a small cry of surprise and pain. Suddenly the thing was gone, leaving her panting in the freezing snow. "Jeez, think you could have ripped my pelt and more? Maybe yours isn't thick enough and your cold." Foxkit hopped onto his tiny paws, his yellow, glistening eyes indignant. "Sorry kitty, shouldn't of attacked me." Foxkit purred at the comeback. If there was one thing he loved more than annoying Wildpaw, it was receiving a playful, overly confident comment from her. He couldn't wait until he was an apprentice.
Other: Wildpaw has a long scar on her belly from when she fell over a small cliff and onto a rock when she was a kit.
Codeword: xtrodinarygirl
Clan: Snowclan
Age: 7 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Apprentice
Appearence: A striking, slender white she-cat with a red and black dapple back and head. Eyes are a light green shade, tail is long and appears graceful.
hhttp://www.islandstrolling.com/mainland/peloponnes/photo/mystra_cat_white_orange_black.jpgead.
Personality: Wildpaw always was a feisty kit, and has always though she could take on any cat, no matter how big. She usually is found working on her skills, showing her will and determination to be the best. A noturisouse overreacter, Wildpaw's philosophy is to always be the best, that's . Wildpaw will not think before mouthing off to the elder cats, which results one of many punishments. Though she is usually seen as a bother, and rude, this young kit has a caring heart, when she wants to.
IC: A small, powdery flake of snow drifted down from the dawning sky, gliding down to earth like a falling leaf in leaf fall.
It continued to fall, it's grace like the many others around it. A sudden flash of black and white, extended claws, and the dancing flake was gone. Wildpaw whipped around, her outstretched paws flying to and fro. She'd always loved the snow, how it landed quietly on her pelt, never able to penetrate it's shaggy warmth. Rolling over, she used her hind paws to bat at the oncoming flakes, the hind limbs kicking out powerfully into the frozen air. Thump! With a soft caterwaul Wildpaw shot herself into the air as a heavy lump landed on her stomach. Ears back, she ripped at the red fur, feeling her claws gouge the creatures tough skin. Something at her throat, causing her to give a small cry of surprise and pain. Suddenly the thing was gone, leaving her panting in the freezing snow. "Jeez, think you could have ripped my pelt and more? Maybe yours isn't thick enough and your cold." Foxkit hopped onto his tiny paws, his yellow, glistening eyes indignant. "Sorry kitty, shouldn't of attacked me." Foxkit purred at the comeback. If there was one thing he loved more than annoying Wildpaw, it was receiving a playful, overly confident comment from her. He couldn't wait until he was an apprentice.
Other: Wildpaw has a long scar on her belly from when she fell over a small cliff and onto a rock when she was a kit.
Codeword: xtrodinarygirl
