Post by shadowthunder on Dec 21, 2006 22:53:08 GMT -5
Name:
Thymepaw
Age:
7 Moons
Gender:
Tom
Position:
Apprentice
Clan:
ShadowClan
Picture:
Appearance:
In many ways does Thymepaw resemble his sister. In fact, the only real noticeable difference is their eye color. His eyes are a sky blue. This tom has a pelt of chocolate coloring, which has the faintest of stripes across it. His breed is of the Himbur species, and thus, is shorthaired and wiry. Thymepaw's thin tail is a burnt coal shade of brown and matches perfectly with his feet, which are the same coloration. His body often seems stiff and on edge, so when he walks, it isn't the flowing pattern of his sister, but in a jagged sort of trod. His face looks like that of a Siamese and has the burnt coal color as well, along with his ears. Thymepaw's ears always seem erect and are exquisitely sharp, rather than the average rounded ears of the other forest cats.
Personality:
Thymepaw is somewhat like his sister. This apprentice has a natural cheerfulness about him when he is with his sister, however, he can become fiercely protective if provoked. Thymepaw is the harsher of the two siblings. This tom gets frustrated easily and can become quite prickly towards other cats if he’s had a bad day. He even lashes out at Basilpaw sometimes, but that is on rare occasions. Aside from his temper, Thymepaw can be a friendly cat to be around. When he’s not angry, this tom likes the company of others besides just his sister. However, he isn't what one would call social. Thymepaw is an extremely loyal cat, which shows quite often. He loves his clan, like Basilpaw, so his protective nature ensures his loyalty quite well. This apprentice is a good listener unlike his sister, and will follow orders from his mentor or leader, or even just an older cat. In fact, Thymepaw is one of the strictest ShadowClanners you'll ever meet.
Origin:
Thymepaw was born into ShadowClan like any other kit, with two siblings, Basilkit and Sablekit. Well, around the time of their birth, a horrible plague of green cough swept over the clan and many of the newborn kits died. This included Sablekit, whom had only been a moon old. One day, when Thymekit and Basilkit were about 4 moons old their father, Prideheart, came into camp with a small number of other cats. They reeked of rogue scent. Prideheart had actually been born into a family of rogues, but was given to ShadowClan by his father. The cats in ShadowClan had never completely trusted him, and so he decided to go back with the rogues to attack ShadowClan. ShadowClan won the battle and Prideheart was exiled from the clan that he’d grown up in. Thymekit was a little distraught, but he decided that he would prove his loyalty to the clan by being as sharp and rule abiding as ever. This made a few cats untrusting of Thymekit, which will only make him work harder. He helps Basilpaw through a lot of the obstacles in their way.
RP Example:(From warriors site)
Another cat had decided to join the DarkTribers at this meeting. His pelt flashed elegantly as he sauntered towards the group of cats already assembled. His sapphire eyes danced with the thought of a battle lingering in his mind. He himself held no particular grudge against any member of LightTribe, however, they were disposable and that alone gave him the reason for wanting to kill.
Idris glanced about the group of DarkTribers and then moved his gaze up towards the current leader of this band of sin baring cats, Harpy. He could see the glimmer in her eyes that told him she was thinking of LightTribe in the same manner that she always had. Idris felt a twinge of anger at the she-cat. Who was she to tell him when to come and when to leave? This feeling ebbed quickly however, and Idris slowly padded past Desire. He sat down upon his haunches, a fanged smirk clearly visible on his muzzle.
"So, Harpy, what does the 'Oh so great' leader of DarkTribe have to tell today?" Idris's words dripped with sarcasm and aloofness.
He felt that Harpy, Sin of Envy, was still not suited to fully lead the tribe. Of course, he himself had no interest of leading this band either. Idris held the gaze of the leader. This tribe can be as trivial as the fools in LightTribe. The tom remarked in his mind. He did not feel leaving the tribe was necessary, however. He remembered Faun, who he had refused to call mother anymore. She was also a fool who left the tribe and eventually suffered for it. I will not be as mouse-brained as to make her stupid mistakes.
Codeword: Spring
Thymepaw
Age:
7 Moons
Gender:
Tom
Position:
Apprentice
Clan:
ShadowClan
Picture:
Appearance:
In many ways does Thymepaw resemble his sister. In fact, the only real noticeable difference is their eye color. His eyes are a sky blue. This tom has a pelt of chocolate coloring, which has the faintest of stripes across it. His breed is of the Himbur species, and thus, is shorthaired and wiry. Thymepaw's thin tail is a burnt coal shade of brown and matches perfectly with his feet, which are the same coloration. His body often seems stiff and on edge, so when he walks, it isn't the flowing pattern of his sister, but in a jagged sort of trod. His face looks like that of a Siamese and has the burnt coal color as well, along with his ears. Thymepaw's ears always seem erect and are exquisitely sharp, rather than the average rounded ears of the other forest cats.
Personality:
Thymepaw is somewhat like his sister. This apprentice has a natural cheerfulness about him when he is with his sister, however, he can become fiercely protective if provoked. Thymepaw is the harsher of the two siblings. This tom gets frustrated easily and can become quite prickly towards other cats if he’s had a bad day. He even lashes out at Basilpaw sometimes, but that is on rare occasions. Aside from his temper, Thymepaw can be a friendly cat to be around. When he’s not angry, this tom likes the company of others besides just his sister. However, he isn't what one would call social. Thymepaw is an extremely loyal cat, which shows quite often. He loves his clan, like Basilpaw, so his protective nature ensures his loyalty quite well. This apprentice is a good listener unlike his sister, and will follow orders from his mentor or leader, or even just an older cat. In fact, Thymepaw is one of the strictest ShadowClanners you'll ever meet.
Origin:
Thymepaw was born into ShadowClan like any other kit, with two siblings, Basilkit and Sablekit. Well, around the time of their birth, a horrible plague of green cough swept over the clan and many of the newborn kits died. This included Sablekit, whom had only been a moon old. One day, when Thymekit and Basilkit were about 4 moons old their father, Prideheart, came into camp with a small number of other cats. They reeked of rogue scent. Prideheart had actually been born into a family of rogues, but was given to ShadowClan by his father. The cats in ShadowClan had never completely trusted him, and so he decided to go back with the rogues to attack ShadowClan. ShadowClan won the battle and Prideheart was exiled from the clan that he’d grown up in. Thymekit was a little distraught, but he decided that he would prove his loyalty to the clan by being as sharp and rule abiding as ever. This made a few cats untrusting of Thymekit, which will only make him work harder. He helps Basilpaw through a lot of the obstacles in their way.
RP Example:(From warriors site)
Another cat had decided to join the DarkTribers at this meeting. His pelt flashed elegantly as he sauntered towards the group of cats already assembled. His sapphire eyes danced with the thought of a battle lingering in his mind. He himself held no particular grudge against any member of LightTribe, however, they were disposable and that alone gave him the reason for wanting to kill.
Idris glanced about the group of DarkTribers and then moved his gaze up towards the current leader of this band of sin baring cats, Harpy. He could see the glimmer in her eyes that told him she was thinking of LightTribe in the same manner that she always had. Idris felt a twinge of anger at the she-cat. Who was she to tell him when to come and when to leave? This feeling ebbed quickly however, and Idris slowly padded past Desire. He sat down upon his haunches, a fanged smirk clearly visible on his muzzle.
"So, Harpy, what does the 'Oh so great' leader of DarkTribe have to tell today?" Idris's words dripped with sarcasm and aloofness.
He felt that Harpy, Sin of Envy, was still not suited to fully lead the tribe. Of course, he himself had no interest of leading this band either. Idris held the gaze of the leader. This tribe can be as trivial as the fools in LightTribe. The tom remarked in his mind. He did not feel leaving the tribe was necessary, however. He remembered Faun, who he had refused to call mother anymore. She was also a fool who left the tribe and eventually suffered for it. I will not be as mouse-brained as to make her stupid mistakes.
Codeword: Spring
