Post by Fox on Jul 19, 2008 21:23:35 GMT -5
Name:
Foxpaw
(Foxleaf when she's a warrior, if you don't mind. If you want something else, that's cool too =D)
Gender:
she-cat
Age:
8 moons
Clan:
Thunderclan
Position:
Apprentice
Picture:
Personality:
Overly excited, Foxpaw loves to learn new things. She’s always bouncing around, waiting for her mentor to show up. Though excited, her experiences as a kit have taught her to think before she acts, and she tries to stick with that, though she still get overly excited at time. Foxpaw doesn’t always learn from watching her mentor show her things; she learns more from making her own mistakes, though her mistakes can be costly at times. She tries hard to pay attention for long periods of time, but normally she gets distracted by a stray leaf floating through the air and watches that, rather than her mentor trying to show her how to crouch when hunting. Foxpaw is a good cat at heart, and always tries to do the best for her Clan.
Description:
Foxpaw is a fluffy apprentice. Her fur sticks out in all directions whenever she’s just woken up, or is excited or mad. Dark ginger fur makes it hard for her to blend into the bright green of the forest easily. She has faint tabby stripes all along her spine and legs, and finally her tail, where it darkens to almost black at the tip. Her paws, smaller than other cats, are solid white and when she runs, they become a blur. She is long limbed and slim, almost like a Windclan cat. Her eyes are a bright, almost leaf green color and are always moving, trying to take in everything at a glance.
History:
Foxpaw has the history of any average Thunderclan cat. She was born to a loyal queen and warrior father. Unfortunately, the rest of her siblings died of sickness while still kits, or were still at birth. When she was a kit, she seemed to be too adventurous – always wandering out of the camp and getting lost. After being attacked and chased by rouges, Foxkit learned her lesson, sticking close to the camp until she would be an apprentice. Now an apprentice, she dreams of one day becoming Clan leader, wanting to make her Clanmates proud.
Example of role-playing(IC):
Foxpaw crouched beside the bushes, staring in front of her with intense concentration. She didn’t know whether or not her mentor was watching, but she was determined to actually catch the mouse this time. The last couple of pounces had either been misjudged in distance or too noisy, cause the greatly needed prey to escape. This time she was making sure she was downwind, and her tail was still and her pawsteps where light. Foxpaw fought down a pride-filled purr when she realized she was finally doing everything right by reminding herself it didn’t matter until the prey was caught. Her legs were starting to get stiff and she was just about to get up to find some other place to hunt when a tiny scuffling of a mouse scampering around in the leaves. Holding her tail still this time, she stepped forward lightly, keeping all her weight on her haunches. Aware that her bright pelt stood out in the green leaves, Foxpaw only tried harder to be sneaky. She paused when she was in jumping distance, bunching up her muscles, and hesitated for a moment longer. When the mouse paused in its search for food, sensing something was wrong, Foxpaw didn’t wait any long. She leap forward, crashing down on top of the tiny body, and bit it swiftly in the neck before it could cry out a warning. Her mouth watered as the smell hit her scent glands, and she fought the urge to eat it right there. The Clan must be fed first, she reminded herself. Suddenly reality hit her and she realized she caught a mouse without making a mistake. Fighting back a yowl or happiness, she gathered the mouse up and ran silently through the trees to show her mentor.
[/center]Foxpaw
(Foxleaf when she's a warrior, if you don't mind. If you want something else, that's cool too =D)
Gender:
she-cat
Age:
8 moons
Clan:
Thunderclan
Position:
Apprentice
Picture:
Personality:
Overly excited, Foxpaw loves to learn new things. She’s always bouncing around, waiting for her mentor to show up. Though excited, her experiences as a kit have taught her to think before she acts, and she tries to stick with that, though she still get overly excited at time. Foxpaw doesn’t always learn from watching her mentor show her things; she learns more from making her own mistakes, though her mistakes can be costly at times. She tries hard to pay attention for long periods of time, but normally she gets distracted by a stray leaf floating through the air and watches that, rather than her mentor trying to show her how to crouch when hunting. Foxpaw is a good cat at heart, and always tries to do the best for her Clan.
Description:
Foxpaw is a fluffy apprentice. Her fur sticks out in all directions whenever she’s just woken up, or is excited or mad. Dark ginger fur makes it hard for her to blend into the bright green of the forest easily. She has faint tabby stripes all along her spine and legs, and finally her tail, where it darkens to almost black at the tip. Her paws, smaller than other cats, are solid white and when she runs, they become a blur. She is long limbed and slim, almost like a Windclan cat. Her eyes are a bright, almost leaf green color and are always moving, trying to take in everything at a glance.
History:
Foxpaw has the history of any average Thunderclan cat. She was born to a loyal queen and warrior father. Unfortunately, the rest of her siblings died of sickness while still kits, or were still at birth. When she was a kit, she seemed to be too adventurous – always wandering out of the camp and getting lost. After being attacked and chased by rouges, Foxkit learned her lesson, sticking close to the camp until she would be an apprentice. Now an apprentice, she dreams of one day becoming Clan leader, wanting to make her Clanmates proud.
Example of role-playing(IC):
Foxpaw crouched beside the bushes, staring in front of her with intense concentration. She didn’t know whether or not her mentor was watching, but she was determined to actually catch the mouse this time. The last couple of pounces had either been misjudged in distance or too noisy, cause the greatly needed prey to escape. This time she was making sure she was downwind, and her tail was still and her pawsteps where light. Foxpaw fought down a pride-filled purr when she realized she was finally doing everything right by reminding herself it didn’t matter until the prey was caught. Her legs were starting to get stiff and she was just about to get up to find some other place to hunt when a tiny scuffling of a mouse scampering around in the leaves. Holding her tail still this time, she stepped forward lightly, keeping all her weight on her haunches. Aware that her bright pelt stood out in the green leaves, Foxpaw only tried harder to be sneaky. She paused when she was in jumping distance, bunching up her muscles, and hesitated for a moment longer. When the mouse paused in its search for food, sensing something was wrong, Foxpaw didn’t wait any long. She leap forward, crashing down on top of the tiny body, and bit it swiftly in the neck before it could cry out a warning. Her mouth watered as the smell hit her scent glands, and she fought the urge to eat it right there. The Clan must be fed first, she reminded herself. Suddenly reality hit her and she realized she caught a mouse without making a mistake. Fighting back a yowl or happiness, she gathered the mouse up and ran silently through the trees to show her mentor.