Post by spar on Jul 1, 2009 1:40:11 GMT -8
Name: Slinkpaw
Clan: Riverclan
Age: 6 moons
Gender: Female
Position: Apprentice
Short Description: Silver she-cat with darker flecks.
Description:
Clan: Riverclan
Age: 6 moons
Gender: Female
Position: Apprentice
Short Description: Silver she-cat with darker flecks.
Description:
The lean she-cat was wrapped in beautiful shades of short-haired silver, the moon making it shine with its light tricks. Small silver spots dotted her flank and turned into rings that went up her long tail. A single black spot was on the back of each ear. Her eyes glittered green from her face. Though very small, she goes through things all right. (Is there a rule against Wolf Speak?)Attitude:
Slinkpaw is quite sassy; however she listens to commands like any warrior, as long as he or she has higher authority than her. She hides her inner personality with her sassy attitude and sharp tongue. No one has ever seen this side her personality. However, no matter which personality she is in, it is wise not to call her small. You may have to hide your body with leaves after she’s ripped your fur off. Slinkpaw is also a deep thinker.History:
The typical clanborn history: Going from kit to apprentice. Nothing too thrilling, unless you call catching butterflies extremely vital in life.RP Example:
A short, violent wind whipped the trees, and rippled the river. “Fox-dung! I almost had it.” Slinkpaw spat under her breath as the fish she was about to catch disappeared under the ripples. Going at this horrible rate, she would never feed the elders, or herself. This is not my day, she thought. Deciding that there was nothing she could do, she just waited for the river to calm down, and tried again. This time, she saw a silver dart slip by. But it wasn’t fast enough. Her silver paw flashed out into the water, and the fish was flung out of the water, the drops of water sparkling in the sun light. It was a good sized fish, she thought. She picked it up in her jaws, the scent making her aching belly grumble, and set it down a few fox-lengths away from the shore, and then continued her fish hunting expedition.Password: Pick Yer Cat
(It’s not that good, because I couldn’t think of a very good subject.)
I don't get the password thing. But you did say the password was purple, so Purple. And I may accidently keep calling her Silverpaw because of her fur color. x.x