Post by Ravenstrike on May 5, 2007 17:38:41 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]Flintkit(paw)(Fire)
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]WC
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]Kit/apprentice
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]6 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]Flintpaw is a fairly large black-orange mottled apprentice with a slim build. His pelt is black with orange swiped over it, and his face has a high concentration of orange. His eyes are a very light blue, almost white or silver looking. His tail is very long, it helps him keep his balance with his long legs. He was born to the oldest queen in the nursery, and he was her only kit. She died later from a small case of whitecough, so he never knew her. But he would never really know what she looked like because he is blind, or partially blind. Flintpaw can make out faint shapes, but they are all gray and black, but mainly he sees the outlines. Due to his blindness he has an extremely acute scent and hearing.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]Flintpaw is a courageous apprentice that loves to help others. As a kit he would watch as the medicine cat help the other kits or cats when they were sick. He silently wished that he would become a medicine cat apprentice, but he said nothing. Growing to apprentice age he hurt himself a lot, adventuring around camp and play fighting to rough. But he enjoyed being in the Medicine cat's den, although once again he said nothing. Silently wishing to be involved as a medicine cat some day he moved on and watched the other cats move in and out of the small medical den.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]The air was crisp with the new morning air after the long night. The stars from the night, fading into the new morning's sky. Thin ice sickles hung from the branches overhead, dripping as the sun warmed them. The thin layer of snow thick and cold. A small trail of paw prints lead from the camp to a small clearing in tallpines.
In the center of the small clearing sat a smaller cat with a orange-black coat. His light blue eyes gazed at the ice sickles as they dripped and formed small patches of ice on the ground. He was alone in the world and longed for at least one friend. His mother was a friend but the only one he had. Blue eyes switching towards the camp he waited for anyone to come.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] SPRING
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]WC
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]Kit/apprentice
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]6 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]Flintpaw is a fairly large black-orange mottled apprentice with a slim build. His pelt is black with orange swiped over it, and his face has a high concentration of orange. His eyes are a very light blue, almost white or silver looking. His tail is very long, it helps him keep his balance with his long legs. He was born to the oldest queen in the nursery, and he was her only kit. She died later from a small case of whitecough, so he never knew her. But he would never really know what she looked like because he is blind, or partially blind. Flintpaw can make out faint shapes, but they are all gray and black, but mainly he sees the outlines. Due to his blindness he has an extremely acute scent and hearing.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]Flintpaw is a courageous apprentice that loves to help others. As a kit he would watch as the medicine cat help the other kits or cats when they were sick. He silently wished that he would become a medicine cat apprentice, but he said nothing. Growing to apprentice age he hurt himself a lot, adventuring around camp and play fighting to rough. But he enjoyed being in the Medicine cat's den, although once again he said nothing. Silently wishing to be involved as a medicine cat some day he moved on and watched the other cats move in and out of the small medical den.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]The air was crisp with the new morning air after the long night. The stars from the night, fading into the new morning's sky. Thin ice sickles hung from the branches overhead, dripping as the sun warmed them. The thin layer of snow thick and cold. A small trail of paw prints lead from the camp to a small clearing in tallpines.
In the center of the small clearing sat a smaller cat with a orange-black coat. His light blue eyes gazed at the ice sickles as they dripped and formed small patches of ice on the ground. He was alone in the world and longed for at least one friend. His mother was a friend but the only one he had. Blue eyes switching towards the camp he waited for anyone to come.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] SPRING
