Post by heatherpaw on Apr 29, 2006 20:53:04 GMT -5
Name: Heatherpaw
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: RiverClan
Age: Seven Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Pic:
Description: A light ginger coated she-cat that has darker ginger stripes running down her back. Heatherpaw also has a white chest with a small white streak that runs to her underbelly, then widening making her underbelly white. Her claws aren't white but a pale black, unlike her nose which is a light pink color with a small brown dot on it. She keeps her pelt neatly groomed most of the time, most sure no mud stains her coat for more than a day. Heatherpaw's eyes are a very pale gray that look light blue in the dark. They never show what she's feeling unless she wants you to know, then you'll know with one quick glance.
Personality: Heatherpaw doesn't like the fact that clans are all ways fighting for a chunk of territory, she thinks if we live togather in the same forest than we should get along. She maybe isn't the most loyal cat around, for friendship or love she might disobey the Warrior Code, but she would take the punishment whatever it may be. The apprentice doesn't keep things to herself unless it's a serect she wants to keep, otherwise she's the loudest cat you could ever meet. She speaks her mind most of the time and makes it clear what she wants. She also bossed her older brother around intill he died... he listened to her and she kept him in line, making sure he did as she told him. Heatherpaw has a soft soft for toms that flirt with her, but gets jealous if the tom she likes flirts with someother she-cat. Then again, she'd probably yell at the she-cat because of her short temper.
History: Her mother was Smallcloud of RiverClan, her father was Graypelt of ShadowClan. Graypelt had fallen in love with the ginger warrioress in a border fight between the two clans. Smallcloud fought him herself, but he fell into the river and she saved his life. He promised her that he'd find someway to repay her by the next gathering.
They meet at the gathering, he never forgot the beautiful RiverClanner. She told him what she wanted, to see him again... alone. He quickly told her 'yes' and meet her a the fourtrees two moonrises later. They kept meeting till Smallcloud told him she was bearing his kits. Soon, Heatherkit and Berrykit were born.
A friend of their mother cared for them when Smallcloud passed onto StarClan. Her last words were; 'One chance is all we get... tell my kits to use that chance with their heart.' The kits foster mother raised them till they were four moons, then a hawk came to camp. Heatherkit was bossing Berrykit around like every other day but today was different, the young she-cat seemed more pushy telling him to carry her on his back. The small gray tom did as he was told. Heatherkit had scrambled to her paws when they reached their foster mother, the hawk cired, making the clan cats panic. The queen picked up Heatherkit before should could get to the helpless tom the hawk carried his now lifeless body away.
Heatherkit turned into Heatherpaw, finally getting her mentor. She was happy but felt sorrow for her dead brother who should have been made an apprentice with her. Heatherpaw rarely eat for a week till her mentor notice and reasured her that it wasn't her fault for her older brothers death. Still she couldn't forgive herself...
RP Example: Heatherpaw's eyes peeled open as the rays of light hit her ginger face. Slowly the apprentice yawned, stretching her small body trying not to hit the apprentices on her sides. Blinking wildly, still trying to get used to the sunlight she padded out of the den. She had promised the elders that she'd fetch them fresh food in the morning. 'Time to keep my promise!' The pretty she-cat thought, padded out of the camp.
Heatherpaw's ears twiched, trying to take in the sound that was coming from the world around her. Her mouth opened, tasting the newleaf air. 'Mice!' She thought happily, getting down into her hunting postion. The apprentice crawled so low to the ground her fur touched the ground. Heatherpaw spotted the small white mouse with for it dashed along the brambles. Swiftly she dashed after it, gaining speed as she wipped trough out the brambles. Her forepaw smashing down on the preys tail. Heatherpaw sunk her white teeth into the cearture. The RiverClanner stood, the mouse in her jaws. Tail raised high she headed back to camp with her kill for the elders.
Secret Word: Spring
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: RiverClan
Age: Seven Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Pic:
Description: A light ginger coated she-cat that has darker ginger stripes running down her back. Heatherpaw also has a white chest with a small white streak that runs to her underbelly, then widening making her underbelly white. Her claws aren't white but a pale black, unlike her nose which is a light pink color with a small brown dot on it. She keeps her pelt neatly groomed most of the time, most sure no mud stains her coat for more than a day. Heatherpaw's eyes are a very pale gray that look light blue in the dark. They never show what she's feeling unless she wants you to know, then you'll know with one quick glance.
Personality: Heatherpaw doesn't like the fact that clans are all ways fighting for a chunk of territory, she thinks if we live togather in the same forest than we should get along. She maybe isn't the most loyal cat around, for friendship or love she might disobey the Warrior Code, but she would take the punishment whatever it may be. The apprentice doesn't keep things to herself unless it's a serect she wants to keep, otherwise she's the loudest cat you could ever meet. She speaks her mind most of the time and makes it clear what she wants. She also bossed her older brother around intill he died... he listened to her and she kept him in line, making sure he did as she told him. Heatherpaw has a soft soft for toms that flirt with her, but gets jealous if the tom she likes flirts with someother she-cat. Then again, she'd probably yell at the she-cat because of her short temper.
History: Her mother was Smallcloud of RiverClan, her father was Graypelt of ShadowClan. Graypelt had fallen in love with the ginger warrioress in a border fight between the two clans. Smallcloud fought him herself, but he fell into the river and she saved his life. He promised her that he'd find someway to repay her by the next gathering.
They meet at the gathering, he never forgot the beautiful RiverClanner. She told him what she wanted, to see him again... alone. He quickly told her 'yes' and meet her a the fourtrees two moonrises later. They kept meeting till Smallcloud told him she was bearing his kits. Soon, Heatherkit and Berrykit were born.
A friend of their mother cared for them when Smallcloud passed onto StarClan. Her last words were; 'One chance is all we get... tell my kits to use that chance with their heart.' The kits foster mother raised them till they were four moons, then a hawk came to camp. Heatherkit was bossing Berrykit around like every other day but today was different, the young she-cat seemed more pushy telling him to carry her on his back. The small gray tom did as he was told. Heatherkit had scrambled to her paws when they reached their foster mother, the hawk cired, making the clan cats panic. The queen picked up Heatherkit before should could get to the helpless tom the hawk carried his now lifeless body away.
Heatherkit turned into Heatherpaw, finally getting her mentor. She was happy but felt sorrow for her dead brother who should have been made an apprentice with her. Heatherpaw rarely eat for a week till her mentor notice and reasured her that it wasn't her fault for her older brothers death. Still she couldn't forgive herself...
RP Example: Heatherpaw's eyes peeled open as the rays of light hit her ginger face. Slowly the apprentice yawned, stretching her small body trying not to hit the apprentices on her sides. Blinking wildly, still trying to get used to the sunlight she padded out of the den. She had promised the elders that she'd fetch them fresh food in the morning. 'Time to keep my promise!' The pretty she-cat thought, padded out of the camp.
Heatherpaw's ears twiched, trying to take in the sound that was coming from the world around her. Her mouth opened, tasting the newleaf air. 'Mice!' She thought happily, getting down into her hunting postion. The apprentice crawled so low to the ground her fur touched the ground. Heatherpaw spotted the small white mouse with for it dashed along the brambles. Swiftly she dashed after it, gaining speed as she wipped trough out the brambles. Her forepaw smashing down on the preys tail. Heatherpaw sunk her white teeth into the cearture. The RiverClanner stood, the mouse in her jaws. Tail raised high she headed back to camp with her kill for the elders.
Secret Word: Spring
