Post by spiritcat on Apr 1, 2012 12:25:50 GMT -5
Name:: Shadowpaw (step)
Gender:: Male
Age:: 9 moons
Clan/ Group:: Thunderclan
Postion:: Apprentice
Description:: Shadowpaw is a dark brown tom with golden eyes, and white tail tip. He is short and slim, having the ability to be light on his paws. He has a keen sense of smell and eyesight, making up for his lack of being able to hear prey scuttle by on the forest floor. He is fierce and loyal to his clanmates at all costs, especially when it comes to battle.
Personality:: Shadowpaw is a fierce and loyal apprentice, and will make a great warrior. He tends to be very independent, and stubborn at times. He's very immature, and loves to joke around with the clan and his littermates, although most of them don't understand his sense of humor. Occasionally he will volunteer to help the medicine cat to try and stay out of trouble. Other than the usual immaturity the apprentices seem to give off, he will make a wonderful warrior.
Family::
Blossomtail- Mother
Sunfall- Father
Cherrypaw- Sister
Pinepaw- Brother
History:: Shadowpaw has had a pretty normal life so far. When he was a kit, he tried to leave the nursery and out of camp for a fresh breath of the forest. When he was born in leafbare, his mother was on the verge of frostbite, and unable to produce milk. One of the other queens had volunteered to help, because her kits were almost apprentices. She stayed with Shadowkit and his littermates even after she was allowed to leave the nursery, and acted like a second mother to him.
About a quarter moon before his apprentice ceremony, Cherrykit, his littermate, got her leg stuck in the nursery wall. It was a deep cut, and she had to stay in the medicine den for a half moon. Devastated, the litter had to wait to be apprenticed. The minute Cherrykit was released out of the medicine cat's close eye, the leader called up the 3 kits. He crowned the three apprentices. From that day on, things have been pretty normal.
RolePlay Sample:: "It's almost dawn!" Cherrykit gasped. The night seemed to drone on forever. Last night they were apprenticed, and they were waiting for their first hunting patrol. The three cats' dreams were filled with the warm feeling of prey beneath their paws. Finally, the sun started to shine it's light on the Thunderclan camp. Shadowpaw squealed as if he was still a kit in the nursery, waking the other apprentices. "Shadowpaw! Were you trying to wake the whole camp?" an apprentice in the den groaned. "Oops... Sorry!" he said in a bashful tone. He couldn't help it. This was going to be his first hunt. He cantered out of the apprentice den, letting the sun warm his fluffy dark brown coat.
