Post by Sandpaw on Nov 4, 2011 18:16:11 GMT -5
names:
gender:
She-cat
age:
11 moons
clan:
ThunderClan
rank:
Apprentice
personality:
Sandpaw is a sensitive young she-cat with a heart of gold. She has shown great compassion over her moon of apprenticeship to other cats, from different Clans as well as outsiders. Her helping paws have led her over the border countless times, allowing her newfound friends and respect among the other Clans.
She is determined, like many apprentices her age, to become the best warrior she can in service of her Clan. Her determination is next to fearless, she works her hardest to serve her Clan. She patrols until her paws bleed, she hunts until she has no spring left, she fights until she ceases to breathe.
She is very thoughtful and is always thinking before she acts, though sometimes forgets to think before she SPEAKS. This little issue has gotten her checking the elders for ticks countless times.
Though she can be quiet and serene most times, she is very much so fiery and adventurous. And sometimes enjoys a playful teasing.
She opens her heart to few cats, but is friends to many. Her feelings are sheltered by what seems like a thorn barrier in her mind. Even so, she has very strong feelings, even if they are hidden. There may be only one cat to break through this barrier. And this cat is yet to come.
appearance:
Pelt
Sandpaw is a pretty she-cat. Her sleek sandy-cream colored fur the peak of beautiful. Her pelt is a lighter sand color for that of ThunderClan, but she can easily blend into her forest surroundings. Her pelt is almost brown near the top half of her body, gradually falling down to a cream & white underbelly. Her sleek pelt has as many different shades of cream and brown as the leaves have green, or the lake has blue. As the she-cat moves, the shades ripple throughout her body, causing an ocean-like affect. Sandpaw has faint facial-tabby markings on her muzzle and forehead, giving her a most innocent and curious look.
Eyes
Her eyes are a fierce golden brown. Her eyes are a symbol of who she is. They seem like a pool of light when she is calm. But beware. If she is angry, they turn as hard as flint.
Build
Though she is a seemingly dainty she-cat, she has become a fierce competitor due to her cunning in battle. She has taught herself many neat tricks to win a battle for a cat her size.
Her body is long and flexible, but with a compact build and sturdy paws. Her paws as soft as velvet, and she is capable of slipping through the forest unnoticed. She has also learned well the use of shadows. She can easily blend into the darkness, turning cream to black. These capabilities make her a superior hunter and warrior.
history:
Sandpaw was born and raised in ThunderClan from two ThunderClan warriors. Her parents, Birdflight and Fastflight, were kind-hearted warriors with a deep respect for the warrior code. They passed their passion to their only daughter, Sandkit. Sandkit was a mischievous kit, bumping into trouble as she entered the warrior's den to sleep with her father. Following the warriors on border patrol. And playing with moss balls and flicking them on the medicine cat's head. Though all was in good fun.
Sandkit came to the age of 5 moons when her parents died. Her mother of greencough and her father in a battle with WindClan 2 moons after, she was just named an apprentice. These crisis' only drew her closer to the comfort of her Clan and the guidance of the warrior code. As she grew older, she realized the meaning of the warrior code and she stayed loyal to it as she was apprenticed. Steadily taking on the name Sandpaw, she is currently devoted to her training as she continues her apprenticeship.
~She has only been recently apprenticed. I'll add more to this as she grows older.~
sample rp:
*From a wild dog RP. My character is Kysl. Strike-out is from another person.*
Kysl had been living in the forest for as long as she could remember, and she had scented only a whiff of other dogs in this here part which made her feel quite proud of herself for defending herself and her territory. But today was going to be different, she could smell it. Literally. The scents of multiple dogs blew into her nostrils at such a force it took her aback.
Lifting her slim head, she scanned the forest grounds. Great... she muttered after she spied the shapes of dogs sniffing through the forest. She bared her teeth in a silent snarl, Those dogs take a single sniff at my prey storage, they'll be as good as dead. They'll... Kysl caught herself before she continued her threat, she had not been around her own kind for so long she can't remember the last time she had spoken to them. Deep down, she missed being around them.
And this is what made her get to her paws and stride towards them. She caught the last instruction from what seemed like their head dog, a Jamthund, telling the others to not wander to far. Her stomach rumbled, seeming to urge her foreward to speak with the dogs. Okay, okay. Stupid stomach, I'm goin. Lifting her head she silently slid next to the Jamthund. Hello there. May I ask what you are doing in this here forest? I don't usually find many dogs in these parts. While she waited for the dog to answer, she kinked her tail higher, showing that she was not afraid of the strange dogs. Besides, its not like she hasn't had any experience in the matter.
Kysl raised her brows to the Jamthund in suspicion, she had not liked the way this dog had answered her, especially when she knew valuable information. With a inward huff, she answered anyhow. I have mainly gone for smaller game, rabbits, mice, squirrels and such. Sometimes deer pass through, though I haven't tasted them in a while. What kind of prey are you guys looking for? I might know a place or two. Kysl eyed the canine questionably, she did not fully trust this dog and she seemed suspicious of her also. So, curling her tail higher, she spoke again. My name is Kysl.
Kysl nodded once, Pleasure to meet you Spyke, I'll be glad to help.Tossing her muzzle to the path ahead, she continued. Up ahead there is a small clearing, there you can find a surplus of rabbits, mice, and the occasional deer. But I'm not sure what is there today, I was just heading there. Mind if I join you? Her head tilted, but her gaze was steady as her eyes bore into Spyke. She already had made up her mind anyhow, and she guessed the Jamthund sensed it.
Noteing the new dog snaking her way to the front dog, showing her stance being so proud. he shook his head, he didnt want others to think he was in a pack.. let alone let someone else lead HIM. grunting he made his way around the others and walked around the two before him. his bulky bodys muscles tensing as he passed, ready to defend himself if he needed to.
dipping his thick muzzle to the ground he could smell some already killed meat. starting to drool he snorted and looked over his shoulder at the two females talking. Turning around he swung his head low to the ground trying to find where the scent was coming from.
While Kysl waited for Spyke to answer, she scented another dog nearing them. Twisting her head around, she caught a glimpse of a male Beauceron passing them with his nose to the ground. What does he smell? she thought. Lowering her muzzle to the forest floor, she took a long whiff of the forest-scented air.
Old kill? Was that HER kill she and the Beauceron scented? Her gaze wary, she eyed Spyke wondering if she could smell it too. Her hackals rising slowly, her eyes followed the Beauceron.
Word Count: 559 words from Kysl/me
characters: Sandpaw
c-box name: Sandi
