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Post by [nameless - soul] on Dec 31, 2006 13:40:58 GMT -5
[glow=pink,2,300]Name:[/glow] Songpaw
[glow=pink,2,300]Clan:[/glow] ShadowClan
[glow=pink,2,300]Position:[/glow] Apprentice
[glow=pink,2,300]Age:[/glow] Six moons
[glow=pink,2,300]Gender:[/glow] She-cat
[glow=pink,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Songpaw is a very cute little kitten. She is pretty small right now, though, and she has pale gray fur. The stripes of jet-black on her slim body gleam like silk. Songpaw's eyes are wide and colorized with a pale blue that express any emotion she feels. Songpaw's ears are tufted with black at the tips, and her muzzle is paler gray than the rest of her fur. Also, her black stripes dominate most of her body and leave little room between them for glimpses of silver.
[glow=pink,2,300]Picture:[/glow] None.
[glow=pink,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Songpaw is a deep thinker, and she can be very skeptic and looks past the shallow surface of even the smallest mysteries. She can be sarcastic, jealous, and downright nasty when she wants to be, which is one of the bad qualities of her. Songpaw is a very good friend, though, and admires the popular members of her Clan. She, too, wishes to be a popular warrior someday. However, Songpaw craves attention and friendship anyways, so it's not really a clear dream; she thinks of it rather subconciously. The cute silver tabby she-cat tries her best to stick to the warrior code, and if anyone she knows of ShadowClan should wander, she will reprimand them sharply. Songpaw does not like to lie, despite her occasional meanness, and she is a terrible liar. Perhaps, though, Songpaw's best quality, is her hunting skills.
[glow=pink,2,300]IC:[/glow] As the shadows of midnight fell and misted the forest ominously, a pair of pale blue eyes gleamed; slender, silver legs carried the small, six moon old femme across the dark fields of ShadowClan. Birth and breeding had taken Songpaw to the point where she was completely unafraid of practically anything relating to darkness. The cold wind was said to blow in their hearts, the hearts of ShadowClan, that is; she wondered vaguely if her young, vibrant heart was beginning to freeze as well. Songpaw's light blue eyes narrowed into slits of crystalline sapphire in deep thought; she began to wonder if ThunderClan were any better, those fox dung idiots who ruled the Thunderpath. Then there was RiverClan, and WindClan... the young apprentice's paw strayed from her small, neat patch, and the loud snap of a twig jolted her swiftly from her thoughts. The splinters of the stick were scattered across the ground, inches from her silver paws; suddenly feeling a little frightened, Songpaw backed away slowly, then darted to camp in a silver blur. I hope to StarClan no one saw that... she thought in a hurry, escaping the embarrassing scene swiftly.
[glow=pink,2,300]Code:[/glow] Spring
[glow=pink,2,300]Clan:[/glow] ShadowClan
[glow=pink,2,300]Position:[/glow] Apprentice
[glow=pink,2,300]Age:[/glow] Six moons
[glow=pink,2,300]Gender:[/glow] She-cat
[glow=pink,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Songpaw is a very cute little kitten. She is pretty small right now, though, and she has pale gray fur. The stripes of jet-black on her slim body gleam like silk. Songpaw's eyes are wide and colorized with a pale blue that express any emotion she feels. Songpaw's ears are tufted with black at the tips, and her muzzle is paler gray than the rest of her fur. Also, her black stripes dominate most of her body and leave little room between them for glimpses of silver.
[glow=pink,2,300]Picture:[/glow] None.
[glow=pink,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Songpaw is a deep thinker, and she can be very skeptic and looks past the shallow surface of even the smallest mysteries. She can be sarcastic, jealous, and downright nasty when she wants to be, which is one of the bad qualities of her. Songpaw is a very good friend, though, and admires the popular members of her Clan. She, too, wishes to be a popular warrior someday. However, Songpaw craves attention and friendship anyways, so it's not really a clear dream; she thinks of it rather subconciously. The cute silver tabby she-cat tries her best to stick to the warrior code, and if anyone she knows of ShadowClan should wander, she will reprimand them sharply. Songpaw does not like to lie, despite her occasional meanness, and she is a terrible liar. Perhaps, though, Songpaw's best quality, is her hunting skills.
[glow=pink,2,300]IC:[/glow] As the shadows of midnight fell and misted the forest ominously, a pair of pale blue eyes gleamed; slender, silver legs carried the small, six moon old femme across the dark fields of ShadowClan. Birth and breeding had taken Songpaw to the point where she was completely unafraid of practically anything relating to darkness. The cold wind was said to blow in their hearts, the hearts of ShadowClan, that is; she wondered vaguely if her young, vibrant heart was beginning to freeze as well. Songpaw's light blue eyes narrowed into slits of crystalline sapphire in deep thought; she began to wonder if ThunderClan were any better, those fox dung idiots who ruled the Thunderpath. Then there was RiverClan, and WindClan... the young apprentice's paw strayed from her small, neat patch, and the loud snap of a twig jolted her swiftly from her thoughts. The splinters of the stick were scattered across the ground, inches from her silver paws; suddenly feeling a little frightened, Songpaw backed away slowly, then darted to camp in a silver blur. I hope to StarClan no one saw that... she thought in a hurry, escaping the embarrassing scene swiftly.
[glow=pink,2,300]Code:[/glow] Spring
