Post by Oakflame on Apr 1, 2012 23:04:33 GMT -5
Name:: Oakit/Oakpaw/Oakflame
Gender:: Male
Age:: 10 moons
Clan/ Group:: Riverclan
Postion:: Apprentice
Description:: A redish-brown tom with a fairly short coat and fluffy tail. He has dark, hazel-green eyes and a small scar on his muzzle.
Personality:: Shy and tends to not talk much. Oakpaw usually ends his sentences very quietly, and is frightened easily. He doesn't really like strangers or cats he hasn't known for at least a moon. He is not really one to confide in, as he sometimes shy out in the middle of a conversation. He really likes other apprentices, and could care less about warriors.
Like any RiverClan cat, he loves water. In fact, most of his day is consumed by swimming or trotting the forest, admiring birds and hunting squirrels. He climbs trees too, something most cats in his Clan don't do.
Family:: Father: Redfeather of RiverClan. Mother: Squirrelfur of ThunderClan
History:: As a kit, Oakpaw was born into ThunderClan. His mother exchanged him when he was 4 moons old, during a battle, and gave him to the RiverClan leader, explaining Redfeather's greif for his over-the-border kit. As Refeather got the kit he was suddenly happy, but that soon ended, because as soon as Squirrelfur reached the battle she was drowned by the RiverClan deputy. Redfeather went into greif again and never looked at Wolfpaw, then soon drowned himself. Wolfpaw then developed his quiet, nature-depending personality, figuring he could never rely on another cat.
RolePlay Sample:: Oakpaw knelt down to lap up water from the stream. He stared at the clear band of water expanding in front of him, admiring the way the different shades of blue overlapped each other and reflected the setting sun. He lifted his head to the sky, stretching his thin limbs and forgetting about his much-needed drink. As he began to walk again, he noticed a strange sound coming from a nearby bird. Oakpaw searched for the feathered creature, but needn't to, because it was coming straight at him! The brown bird was a hawk, it's amber eyes glinting in the red rays of the sunset. Oakpaw scooped a pawful of water and threw it into the bird's eyes, jumping to the side to avoid it's talons. As he stood in the bush, panting, the bird flew awkwardly away, screeching a hoarse melony of confused language he couln't understand. Oakpaw lifted his tail and walked towards camp, hoping he would be back before moonrise.
Gender:: Male
Age:: 10 moons
Clan/ Group:: Riverclan
Postion:: Apprentice
Description:: A redish-brown tom with a fairly short coat and fluffy tail. He has dark, hazel-green eyes and a small scar on his muzzle.
Personality:: Shy and tends to not talk much. Oakpaw usually ends his sentences very quietly, and is frightened easily. He doesn't really like strangers or cats he hasn't known for at least a moon. He is not really one to confide in, as he sometimes shy out in the middle of a conversation. He really likes other apprentices, and could care less about warriors.
Like any RiverClan cat, he loves water. In fact, most of his day is consumed by swimming or trotting the forest, admiring birds and hunting squirrels. He climbs trees too, something most cats in his Clan don't do.
Family:: Father: Redfeather of RiverClan. Mother: Squirrelfur of ThunderClan
History:: As a kit, Oakpaw was born into ThunderClan. His mother exchanged him when he was 4 moons old, during a battle, and gave him to the RiverClan leader, explaining Redfeather's greif for his over-the-border kit. As Refeather got the kit he was suddenly happy, but that soon ended, because as soon as Squirrelfur reached the battle she was drowned by the RiverClan deputy. Redfeather went into greif again and never looked at Wolfpaw, then soon drowned himself. Wolfpaw then developed his quiet, nature-depending personality, figuring he could never rely on another cat.
RolePlay Sample:: Oakpaw knelt down to lap up water from the stream. He stared at the clear band of water expanding in front of him, admiring the way the different shades of blue overlapped each other and reflected the setting sun. He lifted his head to the sky, stretching his thin limbs and forgetting about his much-needed drink. As he began to walk again, he noticed a strange sound coming from a nearby bird. Oakpaw searched for the feathered creature, but needn't to, because it was coming straight at him! The brown bird was a hawk, it's amber eyes glinting in the red rays of the sunset. Oakpaw scooped a pawful of water and threw it into the bird's eyes, jumping to the side to avoid it's talons. As he stood in the bush, panting, the bird flew awkwardly away, screeching a hoarse melony of confused language he couln't understand. Oakpaw lifted his tail and walked towards camp, hoping he would be back before moonrise.
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