Post by Duskstar on Jan 18, 2010 17:36:19 GMT -8
Name: Bluepaw
Gender: She-cat
Age: 7 moons
Clan: FloodClan
Rank: Apprentice
Description: Bluepaw has a medium length, blue-gray pelt. Darker tabby stripes cover her head, body, paws and tail. She has white fur around her face, but mostly under her chin. Her build is average, not being too small or too big. This she-cat has blue-green, or teal colored eyes.
Personality: She's your average apprentice, though she pushes herself harder than most. She wants to be the best apprentice in FloodClan and the best Warrior in the whole forest. She's tenacious and will do anything to get what she wants.
Her downfall is that she isn't very social. Other cats see her as a snob, when she really isn't. Her fellow den mates hardly speak to her so she usually keeps to herself. She wishes for just one friend that she could confide in. She can come off a bit irritable if you talk to her, but if you get past her tough exterior that she has built, she'll be your best friend.
History:
She was born in late Leaf-Green to Grayclaw and Slatewhisker. She was the only kit in Slatewhisker's litter, so from the start she was often left to herself. She would often go on adventures outside the nursery. On one of these occasions, she wandered out into the camp clearing, and tripped over a rock, causing her to sprain her paw.
Her apprenticeship has just begun! Nothing has happened yet!~
Roleplay Example:
Her teal eyes scanned the camp in search of something to do. Many cats were out and about on that sunny Leaf-fall morning. Bluekit padded forward a few steps forward until she caught movement in the corner of her eye. It was a butterfly. The she-kit lowered her body to the ground and then pounced. She missed and tried again, this time catching the insect between her blue paws.
Opening her mouth, she tore one of it's wings off and released it. The butterfly fell to the ground and flopped a bit before lying still. Curious, Bluekit prodded it, but it still wouldn't move.
"Bluekit!" her mother called.
The she-kit turned her head to see the gray pelt of her mother- Slatewhisker. The queen met her daughter halfway.
"Don't play with food. StarClan wants us to respect the life lost."
Bluekit nodded and looked back at the butterfly with sadness. Her mother caught this and placed her tail on Bluekit's back.
"Come on little one." she mewed and the two padded back to the nursery.
Secret Word:
Please.Dont.Smile
Other: Needs a mentor~
