Post by Otterpaw on Jun 24, 2008 16:40:20 GMT -5
Hello! I am SO sorry if this is bad or wrong; I've never really done this before. But I love writing, so I thought I'd give it a try. 
Name: Otterpaw
Age: Eight moons
Gender: Female
Clan: ThunderClan
Position: Apprentice
Description: Otterpaw is a small apprentice; very small for her age. She was the runt of her litter, after all. However, her long, fluffy pelt makes her seem a bit larger than she really is. Around this time of year it has thinned out some, though, as most cats' do. Otterpaw's fur is almost always wild and out of control, unless she stops to groom it, for it is very easily blown by the wind. She is a tabby, meaning that her light brown pelt is streaked with darker stripes, forming a smooth, rippling pattern down her tiny body. She is also marked with a few lighter patches around her cheeks and shoulders. These are almost tawny colored. She is named for her sleek brown pelt.
Otterpaw also has a few white markings. Her chest fur is snowy white, leading up across her throat and chin and even leaving a peculiar little white dab on her nose. her eyes are a dark golden-amber that lighten and get darker again, depending on the lighting of her surroundings.
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Personality: Otterpaw is a reserved cat. She doesn't trust very easily, not even the members of her own Clan. She is most likely to trust you if you're her age or younger, meaning kits and other apprentices. Her mentor is an exception to this, of course. It's just that Otterpaw truely has a problem with making herself too vunerable. And she feels that when she lets others in, she is doing this by making it possible for her to get hurt emotionally. She isn't very good with taking chances or leaps of faith. She is normally very serious-minded, especially when it comes to training. More than anything, she wants to become a warrior, and prove herself to her Clan, because even now she feels a strong sense of loyalty toward them. Otterpaw has a high respect for the warrior code, and values it above all else. She'd never break it.
She is respectful to the warriors of her Clan, though, even if she doesn't trust them completely. She feels that she can learn a lot from her elders, and if there's one thing that Otterpaw is eager to do, it is to learn. She is a very intellegent she-cat, and usually picks up on things quickly. However, if she doesn't know you well, she can be very sharp and cold with her words. It's her way of pushing people away; dreading them getting too close to her. She is brutally honest as well, and is very witty and never at a loss for words.
Once she does get to know you, Otterpaw becomes an entirely different cat. She is very loyal to her friends and the few she trusts. She actually has the ability in her to be very sweet. If only she weren't afraid to show compassion. However, Otterpaw is very determined, and as stated before, puts her warrior training and her Clan before everything else in her life.
Crush: None.
History: Otterpaw was born in ThunderClan, to the warriors Tigerpelt and Mottledface. They were both tabbies, though her mother had some white markings, which was probably where Otterpaw got her appearance. She was born into a litter of three. Her other siblings were her sister, Mosskit, and her brother, Moonkit. Although Otterpaw was the middle child, she was the smallest. Her siblings were kind enough to her(most likely on her mother's command), but she was always too small to participate in the games they would come up with. Otterkit would often spend time in the elders den listening to stories. She bonded especially with one in particular, Fallingleaf.
One day, a patrol returned with news of two-legs invading further than they ever had near Tallpines. It turned out to be a group of older two-leg kits, but the Clan deputy wanted the patrols stay away from the place for awhile all the same. When the news reached the nursery, Moonkit and Mosskit immediately wanted to investigate. Tigerpelt, their mother, firmly refused and warned them to stay away. That night, Otterkit awoke to the noise of her sister and brother sneaking out of camp. She bounded after them, demanding to know where they were going. Mosskit boasted that they were going to track down the two-legs who seemed to have decided to camp out in their terratory. Naturally, Otterkit wanted to come along.
Her siblings, afraid that she would tell on them if they refused, agreed--on the condition that she could keep up. And even though Otterkit would one day grow into a swift young apprentice, her kit legs were small and stubby then. She soon lost track of her siblings and became lost in ThunderClan terratory. That was the last time she'd ever see them.
No one knew what happened to Mosskit and Moonkit. It was assumed that the two-legs had stolen them. Otterkit grew quieter and a little depressed after this incident, and didn't even really have reason to be excited for her apprentice ceremony(for a few days before it took place, Fallenleaf passed away). it felt as if she were losing everyone she grew close to. Otterpaw decided that it wasn't worth having those you cared about in your life: they'd only leave you soon enough. She decided to devote herself only to her training, vowing to become a warrior and lead a strictly professional lifestyle.
RP: Otterkit peered around the dark forest anxiously. There were shadows everywhere. The moonlight played tricks on her eyes so that the trees around her looked like horrid, deformed creatures bearing down on her. She quivered, though whether it was from the wind or her own fear, she couldn't be sure. All she knew was that now, she wanted to go home. "Mosskit? Moonkit?!" She hissed into the darkness. Otterkit was afraid to speak much louder...who knew what could be lurking out in the forest at night. Foxes, badgers...owls. She gulped and looked up at the sky. Nothing. It was strangely still, just like the trees around her. "Moonkit! Mosskit, wait!" She called again, louder this time. There was no response.
They'd left her. They were right, she couldn't keep up! And she had no idea how to get back to the camp now. Her fur on end, she slunk over to the knarled roots of a tree, which didn't look at all inviting. But if it sheltered her from...whatever was out there, it was enough. She curled up and shut her eyes tight, hoping to block out the world around her.
It almost worked, before the snapping sound of twigs being broken made her ears prick. Her eyes flared open and she raised her head to look around wildly. She could see nothing, scent nothing, but could hear its footsteps growing louder and louder...almost as if she were being preyed on by a ghost.
Otterpaw jolted awake, panting. It had been moons since she had had that nightmare, but it still came back to haunt her on occasion. She was safe...in the ThunderClan apprentices' den. But Mosskit and Moonkit were not. As she calmed down, Otterpaw stood up. Her sleepiness had abandoned her. She padded out of the den and out to the camp, where the re-assuringly rhythmic breathing of her denmates left her. She needed to be alone.
Codeword: Leaf Whispering?
Age: Eight moons
Gender: Female
Clan: ThunderClan
Position: Apprentice
Description: Otterpaw is a small apprentice; very small for her age. She was the runt of her litter, after all. However, her long, fluffy pelt makes her seem a bit larger than she really is. Around this time of year it has thinned out some, though, as most cats' do. Otterpaw's fur is almost always wild and out of control, unless she stops to groom it, for it is very easily blown by the wind. She is a tabby, meaning that her light brown pelt is streaked with darker stripes, forming a smooth, rippling pattern down her tiny body. She is also marked with a few lighter patches around her cheeks and shoulders. These are almost tawny colored. She is named for her sleek brown pelt.
Otterpaw also has a few white markings. Her chest fur is snowy white, leading up across her throat and chin and even leaving a peculiar little white dab on her nose. her eyes are a dark golden-amber that lighten and get darker again, depending on the lighting of her surroundings.
www.cats-inverurie.co.uk/Images/News/Photocomp2004/PERFECT%20PIN-UP%20WINNER.jpg
Personality: Otterpaw is a reserved cat. She doesn't trust very easily, not even the members of her own Clan. She is most likely to trust you if you're her age or younger, meaning kits and other apprentices. Her mentor is an exception to this, of course. It's just that Otterpaw truely has a problem with making herself too vunerable. And she feels that when she lets others in, she is doing this by making it possible for her to get hurt emotionally. She isn't very good with taking chances or leaps of faith. She is normally very serious-minded, especially when it comes to training. More than anything, she wants to become a warrior, and prove herself to her Clan, because even now she feels a strong sense of loyalty toward them. Otterpaw has a high respect for the warrior code, and values it above all else. She'd never break it.
She is respectful to the warriors of her Clan, though, even if she doesn't trust them completely. She feels that she can learn a lot from her elders, and if there's one thing that Otterpaw is eager to do, it is to learn. She is a very intellegent she-cat, and usually picks up on things quickly. However, if she doesn't know you well, she can be very sharp and cold with her words. It's her way of pushing people away; dreading them getting too close to her. She is brutally honest as well, and is very witty and never at a loss for words.
Once she does get to know you, Otterpaw becomes an entirely different cat. She is very loyal to her friends and the few she trusts. She actually has the ability in her to be very sweet. If only she weren't afraid to show compassion. However, Otterpaw is very determined, and as stated before, puts her warrior training and her Clan before everything else in her life.
Crush: None.
History: Otterpaw was born in ThunderClan, to the warriors Tigerpelt and Mottledface. They were both tabbies, though her mother had some white markings, which was probably where Otterpaw got her appearance. She was born into a litter of three. Her other siblings were her sister, Mosskit, and her brother, Moonkit. Although Otterpaw was the middle child, she was the smallest. Her siblings were kind enough to her(most likely on her mother's command), but she was always too small to participate in the games they would come up with. Otterkit would often spend time in the elders den listening to stories. She bonded especially with one in particular, Fallingleaf.
One day, a patrol returned with news of two-legs invading further than they ever had near Tallpines. It turned out to be a group of older two-leg kits, but the Clan deputy wanted the patrols stay away from the place for awhile all the same. When the news reached the nursery, Moonkit and Mosskit immediately wanted to investigate. Tigerpelt, their mother, firmly refused and warned them to stay away. That night, Otterkit awoke to the noise of her sister and brother sneaking out of camp. She bounded after them, demanding to know where they were going. Mosskit boasted that they were going to track down the two-legs who seemed to have decided to camp out in their terratory. Naturally, Otterkit wanted to come along.
Her siblings, afraid that she would tell on them if they refused, agreed--on the condition that she could keep up. And even though Otterkit would one day grow into a swift young apprentice, her kit legs were small and stubby then. She soon lost track of her siblings and became lost in ThunderClan terratory. That was the last time she'd ever see them.
No one knew what happened to Mosskit and Moonkit. It was assumed that the two-legs had stolen them. Otterkit grew quieter and a little depressed after this incident, and didn't even really have reason to be excited for her apprentice ceremony(for a few days before it took place, Fallenleaf passed away). it felt as if she were losing everyone she grew close to. Otterpaw decided that it wasn't worth having those you cared about in your life: they'd only leave you soon enough. She decided to devote herself only to her training, vowing to become a warrior and lead a strictly professional lifestyle.
RP: Otterkit peered around the dark forest anxiously. There were shadows everywhere. The moonlight played tricks on her eyes so that the trees around her looked like horrid, deformed creatures bearing down on her. She quivered, though whether it was from the wind or her own fear, she couldn't be sure. All she knew was that now, she wanted to go home. "Mosskit? Moonkit?!" She hissed into the darkness. Otterkit was afraid to speak much louder...who knew what could be lurking out in the forest at night. Foxes, badgers...owls. She gulped and looked up at the sky. Nothing. It was strangely still, just like the trees around her. "Moonkit! Mosskit, wait!" She called again, louder this time. There was no response.
They'd left her. They were right, she couldn't keep up! And she had no idea how to get back to the camp now. Her fur on end, she slunk over to the knarled roots of a tree, which didn't look at all inviting. But if it sheltered her from...whatever was out there, it was enough. She curled up and shut her eyes tight, hoping to block out the world around her.
It almost worked, before the snapping sound of twigs being broken made her ears prick. Her eyes flared open and she raised her head to look around wildly. She could see nothing, scent nothing, but could hear its footsteps growing louder and louder...almost as if she were being preyed on by a ghost.
Otterpaw jolted awake, panting. It had been moons since she had had that nightmare, but it still came back to haunt her on occasion. She was safe...in the ThunderClan apprentices' den. But Mosskit and Moonkit were not. As she calmed down, Otterpaw stood up. Her sleepiness had abandoned her. She padded out of the den and out to the camp, where the re-assuringly rhythmic breathing of her denmates left her. She needed to be alone.
Codeword: Leaf Whispering?
