spiderpaw

[▮ spiderpaw]

names: Spiderkit Spiderpaw Spiderfoot
gender: She-cat. 
age: 13 moons. ( as of twenty - seventh of january, two - oh - one - two )
clan: WindClan. 
rank: Apprentice. 

personality:

Spider isn't one to use gentle words or hold her tongue at the best of times. Instead, she is viewed as someone who says whatever that comes into her mind. Which is perfectly true and has gained her enemies and friends alike. She is outspoken and forthright with a witty tongue which can be said as a 'tongue of quicksilver'. Despite her tendency to blurt things out, Spiderpaw is wise enough to know when to shut up not say anything if her words mean that she might hurt another's ego or image of themselves. However, that doesn't mean that she is careful with what she says all the time and wouldn't hurt someones pride in a heartbeat though.

Equipped with a good sense of humor and the tendency to make others laugh at her rather funny actions and weird remarks, you're sure to have some fun whenever Spiderpaw's around. Most of the time, she can make even the saddest or angriest of her clanmates laugh or even smile at her antics. She doesn't do it to show off, no. Instead, it jut comes naturally without her even intending to be funny. Which can be rather annoying at times since it sometimes means that she herself can't get angry because she often forgets that she's supposed to be angry, but hey. You're happy, she's happy.

Deep in her heart, Spider doesn't care for the warrior code. She thinks that it's just made up words, words made to instill a barrier in ones life, not allowing them to have fun. her don't-care attitude towards it has caused her to challenge its words sometimes but usually, she just disagrees in her heart. Due to that challenging streak, Spider doesn't follow the rules and does what she wants, although she may pretend to be obedient in front of those important members of the Clan, but otherwise, that's how she's like. Rebellious.

Speaking of rebellious, that's another trait that Spiderpaw possesses, along with stubbornness. She will outright disobey orders given to her if she can, giving her the need of a firm yet gentle mentor. Once she has her mind set on something, she will try to achieve her goal to the best of her abilities, no matter what stands in her path. Along with her determination, she is one who demands respect, even from those older than her. Her deepest desire is not one of power, but instead of respect. She wants to be respected as who she is, and not disrespected just because of her rank. 

Spiderpaw is also one who isn't impressed easily, neither does she get swept off her paws easily. She is someone who likes to think herself as the most sensible cat in all the Clans, which may or may not be true.

appearance:

Spiderpaw is a rather pretty she-cat for someone her age. Like all WindClanners, she has a lean frame which supports her small yet muscular body. She is reasonably well-muscled but not the the point where her muscles bulge out of her pelt. Being someone with too much energy, she has little fat due to her running everywhere. Long legs enable this young apprentice to run about chasing rabbits to her heart's content. Slightly long, ebony fur covers this young apprentice, giving her a fluffy look. Her long fur requires long groomings after just about anything, which always frustrates this energetic furball. Spiderpaw sports a pair of oval-like orbs, both yellow-green in colour with black pupils that seem to stare right into you. The usual 'eyes that are doors to your soul' phrase doesn't apply to the ebony apprentice's eyes. She often wears a slightly haughty look in her eyes, but besides that, they're just two blank pits.

history:

In WindClan, there were two apprentices called Heatherpaw and Cloudpaw. Hazelpaw was a brown tabby female with ice blue eyes and a sarcastic nature that got her into more trouble than you could bargain for. Cloudpaw was a black male with amber eyes and an argumentative nature. They were endlessly arguing with each other and grew to hate each other. But one incident happened just after they had become warriors that changed everything. The two warriors were on dawn patrol together when out of nowhere, a fox appeared. Now you would think that they would've been able to smell the fox before it had made its appearance right? Well, they had been doing their favorite pastime of arguing and hadn't been on the lookout. Anyway, Heatherspring and Eagletalon were stunned and gave the red predator the opportunity to attack. Just in the nick of time, Eagletalon pushed himself and Heatherspring out of the way and the fox found himself landing on the ground. With an angry growl, it whipped around to where the cats stood, with their claws unsheathed and hackles raised. Now it was Heatherspring's turn to save Eagletalon and as the fox leapt again, she slid underneath the beast and raked her paws on its soft belly. The fox retreated. 

From that day on, they become very close and not long after, had a litter. Out of all the litter of four, only three kits survived. A she-kit and two toms. The she-kit was called Spiderkit who inherited her father's pelt. The two toms too were black and were named Duskkit and Ravenkit. As she grew up, Spiderkit became increasingly mischievous and was always wandering about camp.

Once she managed to sneak out of camp while chasing a butterfly, but fortunately, the deputy noticed her absence and found her soon after, giving her a lecture about safety. Luckily, she wasn't punished and from that day on, her clanmates were always kept an eye on this feisty she-kit and after six seemingly endless moons, the siblings became apprentices, Spiderpaw, Duskpaw and Ravenpaw. Spiderpaw was paired with Russetfeather, a warrior who had to retire early into the elder's den due to an injury which never healed properly.

sample rp:

Claws clicked on the burning pavement that ran alongside the roads. it was a strangely silent day, none of the usual weekday traffic could be heard, no roars of engines or chatter of humans. Very strange indeed. Without sensing anything wrong about the atmosphere, Iskandar trotted on, head in the air with ears pricked and listening. His small, thin body seemed to find extra reservoirs of energy and strength and was keeping the exhausted young pup moving. Blue orbs, in which golden streaks were starting to make their appearance, stared about but took nothing in. Not that that was surprising, because covering Izzy's eyes was a thin veil, which was the color of grey clouds and mist.

Speaking of grey clouds, that was just the thing that covered the skies which had been clear only minutes ago. tension crackled the still air, sending uneasy waves rippling through Izzy's spine. "What's this?," he murmured softly to himself. Curiosity overcame his uneasiness and his large eyes flicked about, listening. The howling of the wind roared in the young pup's ears and he flinched. But wait. There were no cars about.. When was there never any cars about?

"What on earth is going on? The world is acting so weird! Maybe I should hide in my box?," Izzy squeaked. but the wind's roar grew even louder and the young pup crouched down, eyes rolling in terror. "Run you idiot! There's a tornado coming," a voice snapped as paws hit the ground, going in the other direction. The young pup just remained crouched, hoping that this 'tornado' person would bypass him and go catch someone else. "Mr Tornado, could you please leave me alone? I'm pretty tired and I don't feel like playing now. Maybe tomorrow?," he chirped, the words barely leaving his mouth before the wind took it away. The wind's roar was closer and louder now, and Izzy found himself having to practically dig his claws into the pavement to avoid being swept off his paws. Instinct told him to run, and he did; except he was going in the wrong direction. Instead of turning and running the way he had come, he ran forward, straight toward the rising tornado.

Big mistake. Only meters away from the swirling vortex of wind, and it proved too strong for the Pharaoh Hound and lifted his skinny frame. A scream was tugged out of his lips as he went round and round. Iskandar's chest felt tight, his breaths were strained as he struggled to breathe. As quickly as it had rose, the tornado died down, sending the now unconscious puppy sailing toward a stream. Still body gave a loud thump on the rocky bed that ran beside the stream, and Iskandar was still forever. It turned out that a sharp piece of tile had buried itself into the Pharaoh Hound's head and had killed him instantly, along with his body falling onto a large stone that broke it. All around the golden pup was a pool of scarlet blood.

You know, many wonder what one thinks, or does, or says when he knows he is on the brink of death. For Izzy, it had been no different. For all his months on the planet earth, he had wondered how it would feel like to die, how one could cope with the thought that he was dead; if he could think after death. Well, he found out today. death was full of pain for some, while it came as silently and quickly like the breaths he took. For iskandar however, the pain was like white-hot fire, searing his head until the young pup gave way to the dizzying blackness that threatend to take hold of him.

characters: None yet.
c-box name: Spider

[cricketleap.]

Accepted. But I thought I should point out that you changed their names (the mom from Heatherpaw to Hazelpaw, the dad from Cloudpaw to Eagletalon). I don't know if you did that purposely, but I thought I should let you know.