Post by frost on Jul 17, 2007 20:51:54 GMT -5
Name:
Nightpaw{wing}
Age:
6 moons
Gender:
she-cat
Clan:
Riverclan
Position:
Apprentice
Description:
Lithe and nimble, Nightpaw is the definition of the hunter. Well chizzled muscles ripple underneath a coat of ebony, while fierce blue eyes scan every tree stump and bush for tiny critters of the night. Dainty paws are armed with curved, sharp claws, strong enough even to pierce the mighty oak tree. Short legs with muscle and form carry Nightpaw on many missions, helping her stalk small creatures of prey to bring back to her clan. Nightpaw's nimbleness is surprising to most, and always manages to get her out of sticky situations. Where a tail might have been, Nightpaw has only a stubble, making her craft a little harder to learn than most. Hunting comes easily to this swift she-cat, but the absence of her tail cause much turmoil in her advancing of the subject.
Personailty:
Nightpaw is a spit-fire angel with many ideas and just not enough time and words to bring them out into the open. Her mind is always reeling with questions and postulations that she barely can get to sleep each night. Her quick wit and short temper have earned her many nicknames, those of which include annoying, argumentative, and smart-aleck, just to name a few. Her perks are of greater value though. She is kind and generous, but she doesn't have the mind to keep her mouth shut. Many times has she been chided for thinking out loud and sharing unessasary information. Though her attitude is a little wayward, it is hard not to like this fun-loving, quick and agile apprentice.
Crush: None
History:
Nightpaw would rather not anyone mention the word "history", for relecs of her past haunt her even to this day. She lived a strange kit-hood, her mother tending to warrior duties rather than pay attention to a troublesome kit. Nightkit, as it were, shared milk, shelter, and even the little pleasures of motherhood like story-telling with other kits and their mothers, looked upon as only a nuisance and a pain. Nightpaw's father was a loner whom mated her mother, turned rogue and never returned. As Nightpaw grew, she realized her mother might never care for her as any other might, so she made due with attempting to share the love of the other Queens and warriors. Nightpaw grew into a solitary creature, sharing playtime with the leaves and butterflies. She ate alone, played alone, and hunted alone when she could. Her time was occupied with her thoughts, and sometimes she wonders if she would be more suited as a Loner. But, in her heart, she knows she belongs in Riverclan.
IC
RP:
Nightpaw trotted through the empty clearing, her blue eyes trained ahead of her, but the rest of her senses strained to the dens. No cat stirred, giving Nightpaw's confidence a small cushion. She padded wearily out of the camp, snatching a glance behind her to make sure she was not followed. A burst of happiness tugged on her heart, showering her with glee. She padded farther from the camp and into the dense forest, her scent glands tingling. The sharp scent of prey caught her nose as she walked past a clump of bracken. A smirk swept onto Nightpaw's face as sh went into a hunter's crouch, her soft paws inching forward. Nightpaw waited, swinging her haunches. Her tongue swiped its way across Nightpaw's mouth as she bounded onto the little critter that awaited its death at the paws of the hungry she-cat. With satisfaction, Nightpaw scraped dirt over her prey, and sauntered off into the woods beyond, looking for more.
Codeword: Leaf Whisperings
Nightpaw{wing}
Age:
6 moons
Gender:
she-cat
Clan:
Riverclan
Position:
Apprentice
Description:
Lithe and nimble, Nightpaw is the definition of the hunter. Well chizzled muscles ripple underneath a coat of ebony, while fierce blue eyes scan every tree stump and bush for tiny critters of the night. Dainty paws are armed with curved, sharp claws, strong enough even to pierce the mighty oak tree. Short legs with muscle and form carry Nightpaw on many missions, helping her stalk small creatures of prey to bring back to her clan. Nightpaw's nimbleness is surprising to most, and always manages to get her out of sticky situations. Where a tail might have been, Nightpaw has only a stubble, making her craft a little harder to learn than most. Hunting comes easily to this swift she-cat, but the absence of her tail cause much turmoil in her advancing of the subject.
Personailty:
Nightpaw is a spit-fire angel with many ideas and just not enough time and words to bring them out into the open. Her mind is always reeling with questions and postulations that she barely can get to sleep each night. Her quick wit and short temper have earned her many nicknames, those of which include annoying, argumentative, and smart-aleck, just to name a few. Her perks are of greater value though. She is kind and generous, but she doesn't have the mind to keep her mouth shut. Many times has she been chided for thinking out loud and sharing unessasary information. Though her attitude is a little wayward, it is hard not to like this fun-loving, quick and agile apprentice.
Crush: None
History:
Nightpaw would rather not anyone mention the word "history", for relecs of her past haunt her even to this day. She lived a strange kit-hood, her mother tending to warrior duties rather than pay attention to a troublesome kit. Nightkit, as it were, shared milk, shelter, and even the little pleasures of motherhood like story-telling with other kits and their mothers, looked upon as only a nuisance and a pain. Nightpaw's father was a loner whom mated her mother, turned rogue and never returned. As Nightpaw grew, she realized her mother might never care for her as any other might, so she made due with attempting to share the love of the other Queens and warriors. Nightpaw grew into a solitary creature, sharing playtime with the leaves and butterflies. She ate alone, played alone, and hunted alone when she could. Her time was occupied with her thoughts, and sometimes she wonders if she would be more suited as a Loner. But, in her heart, she knows she belongs in Riverclan.
IC
RP:
Nightpaw trotted through the empty clearing, her blue eyes trained ahead of her, but the rest of her senses strained to the dens. No cat stirred, giving Nightpaw's confidence a small cushion. She padded wearily out of the camp, snatching a glance behind her to make sure she was not followed. A burst of happiness tugged on her heart, showering her with glee. She padded farther from the camp and into the dense forest, her scent glands tingling. The sharp scent of prey caught her nose as she walked past a clump of bracken. A smirk swept onto Nightpaw's face as sh went into a hunter's crouch, her soft paws inching forward. Nightpaw waited, swinging her haunches. Her tongue swiped its way across Nightpaw's mouth as she bounded onto the little critter that awaited its death at the paws of the hungry she-cat. With satisfaction, Nightpaw scraped dirt over her prey, and sauntered off into the woods beyond, looking for more.
Codeword: Leaf Whisperings
