Post by icepelt on May 6, 2006 13:36:27 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name: Pumpkinpaw[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:WindClan[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Position: apprentice[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Age:6 moons[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:she-cat[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:Pumpkinpaw, as her name suggests, is a flaming orange cat. She's petite, but in no way can she ever be taken for weak. She's a strong little she-cat, with hard muscles under her fur. She has amber eyes that almost seem to glow in the dark. She has silky smooth whiskers, and a dash of brown on her right ear.[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Picture: none[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality: Pumpkinpaw is inordinately curious. She is forever poking her nose into places they don't belong. She can be a bit obnoxious at times when cats tell her to do something that she doesn't want to do. She's also a bit of a smart mouth, she doesn't care who her leader or deputy is, she'll talk to them anyway she wants. But this is only because she's six moons old, as she matures, she will become more mellow and sweet.[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]IC: Pumpkinpaw scowled. "I don't want to carry bedding to the elders! That's an apprentices' job! I can do better than that!"
Growling under her breath, she strutted out of WindClans' camp, trying to maintain her dignity. She soon found a large amount of moss by a rotting log, but who said she had to gather it now? She smelled a mouse. Dropping into what she considered her best hunting crouch, Pumpkinpaw began to stalk the mouse, and brought it down with a single swipe of her paw. "That stupid mouse never saw me coming!" She mewed happily. She sat down to devour her catch, when an all too familiar voice called out, "Pumpkinpaw! What in StarClans' name are you doing?"
Oops. [/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Code: spring?[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:WindClan[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Position: apprentice[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Age:6 moons[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:she-cat[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:Pumpkinpaw, as her name suggests, is a flaming orange cat. She's petite, but in no way can she ever be taken for weak. She's a strong little she-cat, with hard muscles under her fur. She has amber eyes that almost seem to glow in the dark. She has silky smooth whiskers, and a dash of brown on her right ear.[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Picture: none[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality: Pumpkinpaw is inordinately curious. She is forever poking her nose into places they don't belong. She can be a bit obnoxious at times when cats tell her to do something that she doesn't want to do. She's also a bit of a smart mouth, she doesn't care who her leader or deputy is, she'll talk to them anyway she wants. But this is only because she's six moons old, as she matures, she will become more mellow and sweet.[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]IC: Pumpkinpaw scowled. "I don't want to carry bedding to the elders! That's an apprentices' job! I can do better than that!"
Growling under her breath, she strutted out of WindClans' camp, trying to maintain her dignity. She soon found a large amount of moss by a rotting log, but who said she had to gather it now? She smelled a mouse. Dropping into what she considered her best hunting crouch, Pumpkinpaw began to stalk the mouse, and brought it down with a single swipe of her paw. "That stupid mouse never saw me coming!" She mewed happily. She sat down to devour her catch, when an all too familiar voice called out, "Pumpkinpaw! What in StarClans' name are you doing?"
Oops. [/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Code: spring?[/glow]