Post by Lightningpaw on Jan 25, 2010 21:51:08 GMT -8
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Name: Lightningpaw
Gender: She-cat
Age: 6 moons
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Apprentice (How is her mentor determined? Or should she just start as a warrior?)
Description: Lightningpaw is a silver tabby with a white chin/chest, white socks on her front legs, and white stockings on her back. Her name comes from the wavy tabby markings on her face and body- they reminded her mother of lightning. She is slender and lithe but long-furred, with an especially long and fluffy tail. Due to this feature she has exceptional, if not excellent, balance. Her large ears allow for good hearing, however she is not the best tracker. Her fighting skills rely more on her speed and agility more than sheer power, as she seems refined, almost delicate. Lightningpaw's eyes are a brilliant blue-green.
Personality: Lightningpaw is very quiet, refined. Lightningpaw is a thinker, mostly. She does love a good adventure, but she spends a lot of time wondering. She has a soft voice and steps quietly. Lightningpaw constantly guards her heart. Because of the death of her family (see History), she doesn't get close to any cat, fearing that she will lose them just as she lost her father.
However, she is fiercely loyal and protective. If she loves (or even likes) some cat, she would defend him/her with her life in a heartbeat. (Just think if she had kits!) Only when some cat she loves is in danger, or when what she stand for is being questioned or criticized does her ferocious side emerge.
Sometimes she wonders if she would be better suited for the medicine cat duty, but she usually shoots that idea down; she could never remember all those herbs; besides, life cooped up in a den does not sound like fun to her.
History: Lightningpaw was born into the Clan and grew up as any kit would. However, she had a rather tragic kithood. Her brother was stillborn, and her mother died due to birthing complications. Lightningpaw barely survived; she was born sickly. She made it through though, with help from another queen who nurtured Lightningpaw as her own. Because of her mother's death, she and her father became very close. They would laugh and play, and Lightningpaw (Lightningkit, then) was overall a happy kit. Unfortunately, tragedy struck one day shortly before Lightningpaw became an apprentice. There was a border skirmish, and her father died from a deep wound. Lightninpaw was grief-stricken; she moped for days. She has just recently begun to perk up a bit, but she still slips into bouts of depression every once in a while.
Secret Phrase: Please don't smile
Other: None
RolePlay Example:
The silver-and-white she-cat held her breath. Not making a sound, she stalked through the undergrowth. Quickly she glanced up as the morning sun began to break through the tree-tops. The forest seemed to suddenly illuminate, hundreds of thousands of dew drops sparkled upon lush ferns, and the air was cool and wondrously fresh.
Lightningpaw, the silver cat, blinked. No time to think about nature. Her ear twitched as it picked up a rustle to her right side. She whipped her head around and spotted a plump mouse snuffling about in the moss. Lightningpaw crouched low and, her eyes never leaving the small brown creature, silently propelled herself toward it. She smirked; this was going to be a clean, easy kill.
Lightningpaw pounced- the mouse never knew what hit it. Swiftly she killed it with a bone-crushing bite to its neck. As she lifted the fresh-kill in her jaws, she silently thanked StarClan: Thank you for this mouse, who has given its life to nourish those of my Clanmates and myself...
Name: Lightningpaw
Gender: She-cat
Age: 6 moons
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Apprentice (How is her mentor determined? Or should she just start as a warrior?)
Description: Lightningpaw is a silver tabby with a white chin/chest, white socks on her front legs, and white stockings on her back. Her name comes from the wavy tabby markings on her face and body- they reminded her mother of lightning. She is slender and lithe but long-furred, with an especially long and fluffy tail. Due to this feature she has exceptional, if not excellent, balance. Her large ears allow for good hearing, however she is not the best tracker. Her fighting skills rely more on her speed and agility more than sheer power, as she seems refined, almost delicate. Lightningpaw's eyes are a brilliant blue-green.
Personality: Lightningpaw is very quiet, refined. Lightningpaw is a thinker, mostly. She does love a good adventure, but she spends a lot of time wondering. She has a soft voice and steps quietly. Lightningpaw constantly guards her heart. Because of the death of her family (see History), she doesn't get close to any cat, fearing that she will lose them just as she lost her father.
However, she is fiercely loyal and protective. If she loves (or even likes) some cat, she would defend him/her with her life in a heartbeat. (Just think if she had kits!) Only when some cat she loves is in danger, or when what she stand for is being questioned or criticized does her ferocious side emerge.
Sometimes she wonders if she would be better suited for the medicine cat duty, but she usually shoots that idea down; she could never remember all those herbs; besides, life cooped up in a den does not sound like fun to her.
History: Lightningpaw was born into the Clan and grew up as any kit would. However, she had a rather tragic kithood. Her brother was stillborn, and her mother died due to birthing complications. Lightningpaw barely survived; she was born sickly. She made it through though, with help from another queen who nurtured Lightningpaw as her own. Because of her mother's death, she and her father became very close. They would laugh and play, and Lightningpaw (Lightningkit, then) was overall a happy kit. Unfortunately, tragedy struck one day shortly before Lightningpaw became an apprentice. There was a border skirmish, and her father died from a deep wound. Lightninpaw was grief-stricken; she moped for days. She has just recently begun to perk up a bit, but she still slips into bouts of depression every once in a while.
Secret Phrase: Please don't smile
Other: None
RolePlay Example:
The silver-and-white she-cat held her breath. Not making a sound, she stalked through the undergrowth. Quickly she glanced up as the morning sun began to break through the tree-tops. The forest seemed to suddenly illuminate, hundreds of thousands of dew drops sparkled upon lush ferns, and the air was cool and wondrously fresh.
Lightningpaw, the silver cat, blinked. No time to think about nature. Her ear twitched as it picked up a rustle to her right side. She whipped her head around and spotted a plump mouse snuffling about in the moss. Lightningpaw crouched low and, her eyes never leaving the small brown creature, silently propelled herself toward it. She smirked; this was going to be a clean, easy kill.
Lightningpaw pounced- the mouse never knew what hit it. Swiftly she killed it with a bone-crushing bite to its neck. As she lifted the fresh-kill in her jaws, she silently thanked StarClan: Thank you for this mouse, who has given its life to nourish those of my Clanmates and myself...
