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Name:
Scarpath

Age:
12 moons

Gender:
She-Cat

Clan:
ShadowClan

Rank:
Warrior

Description:

White with brown paches over her face, shoulders, and ears, and then another mark at the tip of her tail. The she-cat's coat is long and thick, always matted and dirty, obvious that she's gotten into another play fight. Her paws are large and flat, with short, thick claws and pink pads. Along her neck are teethmarks, indicating that she's been subject to a dangerous fight before.
Eyes are blue, with flecks of gold, and not yet fully developed even though the she-cat is almost a warrior. She has long legs, and though she towers above cats her own age she's not incredibly muscular. Don't let it fool you though, for Scarpath is stronger than she looks.
Her tail is lengthy and drags along the ground fairly often, covered in mud from ShadowClan's territory.

Personality:

With a sharp tongue and quick thinking mind, its hard to get where this cat is going. She enjoys confusing people, and is less friendly to cats outside her Clan as a typical ShadowClan cat would be. She's a thinker and a fighter, and a hunter at that. While she's skilled in all of those, the problem that this young warrior comes up short on is her many physical weak spots. Her neck is sensitive, she is clumsy, and she hates to be put down. Fiery and argumentive, trying to insult Scarpath will only make her snappy.
This she-cat is easily aggrivated, if you can figure out how exactly how to offend her. Scarpath is insensitive for the most part, doesn't care how other cats feel or what they think of her, and sometimes she couldn't care less. Her heart isn't set on becoming a leader though, she's quite content in her position of a strong warrior.

History:

Born in ShadowClan to parents who were old in the elder's den, she was named Mudkit. Her markings resembled mud, and her tendancy to get messy was often something to amuse her parents. She has a brother, Lizardkit, who acts the same way in general. He loved to get dirty with her, and they play fought for so long together.

The close siblings did not last, as they became apprentices Lizardpaw tried to act so mature that it was childish. He turned his nose up to nearly everything, and acted like he was better than everyone else. This didn't help him become a warrior. Mudpaw was her name at the ceramony, but only days after that she vanished from camp. Not on purpose of course, she was on her own hunting and was caught by a Dead Plains cat who had tried to kill her. However, an enemy Clan saved her life and she was treated by ther Medicine Cat who returned Mudpaw to her Clan.

However, they had referred to her as 'Scarpaw' no cat knowing her real name, and soon that was what she was called. Because of her survival, there was a little bit more experience, and her warrior ceramony came early at 11 moons of age. Scarpath was proud of herself, also because she still gets to watch Lizardpaw squirm.

Roleplay Sample:
Lazy person thanks you for reading about the cat modeled after herself (Using the site name generator and Clan generator of course) and bids you farewell.

[Charbarboo]

Accepted.