Marshpaw: Prophecy Cat

[Riverstar]

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Name: Marshpaw
Gender: Tom
Age: 6 moons
Clan: FloodClan
Rank: Kit/Apprentice

Description:
Marshpaw is a very small kit with strong legs and a rather small tail. He is a proportionate cat for himself, but probably one of the smaller clan cats that has been seen. From what can be told, he is most likely the runt of whatever litter he came from. When he gets older his fur shall be short and sleek and he shall have large paws and strong legs for swimming. Aside from that, he has pale blue/gold eyes.

Personality:

History:
Marshkit was found between the borders of FloodClan and QuakeClan, close to Four Stones. He did not smell strongly of any other clans as it had been raining that night so the FloodClan patrol, led by Riverheart at the time, took him in.

Marshkit was taken care of by the lovely Fallendove, whom later died of unknown causes. He was of the age that he could fend for himself and often looked up to his presumed father, Riverstar. Now he awaits his apprentice ceremony.

Roleplay Example:

Secret Word:

Other:
- Real parents: Rockclaw of QuakeClan and Softear of FireClan
- Half-Clan Cat (FireClan x QuakeClan)
- Prophecy Cat
- Will need his Apprentice Ceremony from Leader upon Adoption


To adopt Marshpaw:
Please reply to this thread with a description of his personality, a roleplay example, and the secret word.

[Marshpaw]

Personality: Marshpaw is a rather timid young tom and prefers to keep to himself. He gets spooked at little noises and doesn't enjoy the prospect of battle. He is a very skilled hunter, though, able to squeeze through the smallest of spaces unnoticed to retrieve his prey. The only time he feels safe is when his presumed father, Riverstar is around, but still, even then, he is shy and timid.

I'm going roleplay him as an apprentice right now.

Marshpaw slunk out of the apprentice den, looking cautiously around the camp before creeping out of the shadows. He spotted Riverstar sitting outside his den, grooming his pelt. Relief washed over him. Nothing to worry about Marshpaw, he told himself repeatedly. He creeped over to the fresh-kill pile and picked up a small mouse.
"Hey Marshpaw!" called a voice behind him, almost sending him out of his pelt in surprise. Marshpaw peeked over his shoulder to see a group of other apprentices gathered, looking at him expectantly. "Come and eat with us," an older apprentice mewed, smiling widely. Frantic, the little black tom stole a glance over to the edge of the camp, engulfed with shadows. "Um...I, uh..." he murmured, backing away from the group. He stumbled over a piece of fresh-kill, landing hard on his back. The group of apprentices burst into laughter and his ears grew hot with embarrassment. He shot over to the shadowed area and curled up, hidden from the rest of the clan.

I hope that's okay. I'm really getting fond of this little guy.

Secret Word: please don't smile

[Riverstar]

Well done Rain! Don't be afraid to separate your paragraphs if you like. We don't care about space here. Lol.

Accepted/Closed/Moved