..Whisperpaw of Windclan

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Name: Whisperpaw
Clan: Windclan
Age: 9 moons
Gender: Female
Position: Apprentice
Short Description: A dainty grey lynx point she-cat with blue eyes
Description:

Whisperpaw is a dainty, fragile looking she-cat. Her short fur has a base color of a light grey or even cream. However, her legs, face and tail are covered in stripes. The stripes extend to her ears, base of her tail, and up to where her legs meet her body. She also has some tinting on her fur around her belly, haunches and shoulders, but it is light. Her eyes are a light, sky blue, although sometimes they appear quite dull, and other times they shimmer brightly. Her legs are proportional to her body, not too long or too short. Her tail is average also, though more on the longer side if a choice must be made about it.

Attitude:

Whisperpaw's name fits her well; she is a very shy, quiet cat who rarely speaks up, even though she may have an opinion on the matter at hand. She tends to shrink when others talk to her, becoming silent and wide-eyed. She fears being wrong and therefore does not like to be very adventurous. She also does not like the spotlight (she gets embarrassed easily), and would rather walk through life with nothing special. Whisperpaw like normal, and does not like change. Even though she doesn't like it though, does not mean that she won't suffer through it if it means the best for her clan.

History:

Father- Sparktail- deceased
Mother- Windrush- living
No sibilings

RP Example:

A lithe form crouched in the tall waving grass, poised for the pounce. Not a muscle twitched, not a breath breathed. The stripes that crossed the she-cat's form hid her well, even if her color was not the best for camouflage in a moor. A slight breeze, common for the area, swept across the land, causing the tall grasses and weeds to dance with it.
Ears twitched in the apprentices sight, just lightly distinguishable from the swaying foliage. There they were, her prey. The little bastards wouldn't know what hit them. Their noses twitched as they moved from place to place, hopping and eating along the way. They were aimless, not really headed in any direction. Not quickly anyway. Oh, how they differed from this crouched hunter, waiting for the right moment.
Food was almost gained, and Whisperpaw was not about to give this chance up. She needed this kill, she wanted it. She was not going to give it up. As her prey moved closer and closer, her muscles started trembling in anticipation. They were so close! Any second now and...
Crunch.
Her prey fled, escaping from their doom. Whisperpaw scowled as the hare's tails disappeared into the grass, then she sighed. Maybe another day she would be luckier. Maybe.

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