Post by SkyPaw on Jul 6, 2010 23:36:57 GMT -5
Name: Skypaw
Age: 8 Moons
Gender: Tom (Male)
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank:Apprentice
Description:Skypaw is a light gray tom with darker tabby stripes coloured black, with sky blue eyes and a thick tail with a light white underbelly and a light streak across the back
Personality: Skypaw is a good clanmate, supportive and will listen to others that need him. He is a quick learner and will learn from his mentor and senior warriors quickly, he treats every-cat with respect. Other times Skypaw is a bit cold and quiet, keeping to himself, but to those he opens up with, he swears to StarClan he'll protect them. Skypaw though mostly cold is very kind and gentle inside, he seeks knowledge and doesn't know when to give up. If a cat needs him, he'll stalk all the way to the ShadowClan border. Is proud of what he does quietly, hates those who think they know it all, and those who show off at battle
History: Skypaw doesn't remember much of his past, and was treated like a normal clan-cat. He only remembers bits and pieces, which can't be put together. That was partly why Skypaw has closed himself in, he is jealous of other apprentices who have fathers and mothers to praise them when they do good. Because he never knew what that love was like, he shares a strong bond with his mentor, almost taking his mentor like family. Because he/she was the only one to treat him like something he wished to be treated. Skypaw wishes to one day become a strong and noble warrior, though he is fighting the coldness inside
Roleplay Sample: Half-heartedly, Skypaw quietly slipped across the ThunderClan territory. He was muttering under his breath about how annoyed he was.
He accidently slipped and stepped on a kit's tail, now the mother was convinced he had broken the kit's tail.
'As if a step could break it.' he thought quietly to himself, as he ducks behind a bush. 'The kit was racing around like a blind hare after that.' he snorted to himself. Now he had to look for moss, just because he accidently stepped on that kit.
Skypaw growled flatly as he stops, opening his mouth to scent the air, he slowly moved on. His ears pricked for any sounds, as he cautiously padded to the heap of moss. Digging up a mouthful, he turned around and padded back to camp.
Age: 8 Moons
Gender: Tom (Male)
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank:Apprentice
Description:Skypaw is a light gray tom with darker tabby stripes coloured black, with sky blue eyes and a thick tail with a light white underbelly and a light streak across the back
Personality: Skypaw is a good clanmate, supportive and will listen to others that need him. He is a quick learner and will learn from his mentor and senior warriors quickly, he treats every-cat with respect. Other times Skypaw is a bit cold and quiet, keeping to himself, but to those he opens up with, he swears to StarClan he'll protect them. Skypaw though mostly cold is very kind and gentle inside, he seeks knowledge and doesn't know when to give up. If a cat needs him, he'll stalk all the way to the ShadowClan border. Is proud of what he does quietly, hates those who think they know it all, and those who show off at battle
History: Skypaw doesn't remember much of his past, and was treated like a normal clan-cat. He only remembers bits and pieces, which can't be put together. That was partly why Skypaw has closed himself in, he is jealous of other apprentices who have fathers and mothers to praise them when they do good. Because he never knew what that love was like, he shares a strong bond with his mentor, almost taking his mentor like family. Because he/she was the only one to treat him like something he wished to be treated. Skypaw wishes to one day become a strong and noble warrior, though he is fighting the coldness inside
Roleplay Sample: Half-heartedly, Skypaw quietly slipped across the ThunderClan territory. He was muttering under his breath about how annoyed he was.
He accidently slipped and stepped on a kit's tail, now the mother was convinced he had broken the kit's tail.
'As if a step could break it.' he thought quietly to himself, as he ducks behind a bush. 'The kit was racing around like a blind hare after that.' he snorted to himself. Now he had to look for moss, just because he accidently stepped on that kit.
Skypaw growled flatly as he stops, opening his mouth to scent the air, he slowly moved on. His ears pricked for any sounds, as he cautiously padded to the heap of moss. Digging up a mouthful, he turned around and padded back to camp.
