Post by Starpaw on Oct 8, 2007 19:35:23 GMT -5
Name: Blackpaw
Age: 9 moons
Gender: Tomcat
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: MistClan
Looks: Blackpaw is an all black cat exept for his left ear which is white. He has claws that are unusually very long and sharp. His eyes are big, wide sky blue eyes that look clear in the sunlight. He has a fat, fluffy tail, like a plume.
Personality: Blackpaw is usually serious and thinks that when the other apprentices play fight, it is foolish. He fights better than he hunt and when he trains, he likes to unsheathe his claws. He will most likely solve an argument by fighting. Some cats dislike him because he is rarely kind and usually talks coldly.
History: Blackpaw and his cousin, Windpaw stuck close when their parents all died from rat disease. Blackpaw was always getting into fights with other rouges and loners, so Windpaw mostly spent his time getting him out of them. Blackpaw sometimes went into Twolegs' houses to steal food, but barley got away with it. A thoughtful loner let them stay in his garden that Twolegs had abandoned. Windpaw didn't like the ways of a loner, so he wandered away. Blackpaw followed him. They soon found themselves in MistClan territory. They stayed there to be apprentices.
IC: Blackpaw hissed as he batted his paw in his opponent's face. The cat dodged and tried to hit Blackpaw's side, but Blackpaw was swifter than that. He spun around and landed on their shoulders. The other apprentice had to go on a hunting patrol, so Blackpaw was left with nothing to do. His cousin, Windpaw came back from hunting alone with a thrush in his mouth. Blackpaw looked at it apprehensively. "Is that all you could get?" he asked, with a slight air of contempt. Windpaw dropped it in the fresh-kill pile. " Don't say that, at least I tried to find food for the Clan, while all day long you've been moping around here, stuffing your face. When you weren't doing that, you were finding 'worthy' opponents to challenge." Windpaw snapped. His cousin looked insulted. Windpaw muttered his sorry. " I think I shouldn't make such bad enemies..." Blackpaw murmured. He looked at his cousin. "Do you think that i made bad choices in the past?" he asked. Without waiting for a reply, he walked out the camp entrance, confused.
Kin: Cousin; Windpaw
Crush: None
Other: Mentor;(not decided yet)
Age: 9 moons
Gender: Tomcat
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: MistClan
Looks: Blackpaw is an all black cat exept for his left ear which is white. He has claws that are unusually very long and sharp. His eyes are big, wide sky blue eyes that look clear in the sunlight. He has a fat, fluffy tail, like a plume.
Personality: Blackpaw is usually serious and thinks that when the other apprentices play fight, it is foolish. He fights better than he hunt and when he trains, he likes to unsheathe his claws. He will most likely solve an argument by fighting. Some cats dislike him because he is rarely kind and usually talks coldly.
History: Blackpaw and his cousin, Windpaw stuck close when their parents all died from rat disease. Blackpaw was always getting into fights with other rouges and loners, so Windpaw mostly spent his time getting him out of them. Blackpaw sometimes went into Twolegs' houses to steal food, but barley got away with it. A thoughtful loner let them stay in his garden that Twolegs had abandoned. Windpaw didn't like the ways of a loner, so he wandered away. Blackpaw followed him. They soon found themselves in MistClan territory. They stayed there to be apprentices.
IC: Blackpaw hissed as he batted his paw in his opponent's face. The cat dodged and tried to hit Blackpaw's side, but Blackpaw was swifter than that. He spun around and landed on their shoulders. The other apprentice had to go on a hunting patrol, so Blackpaw was left with nothing to do. His cousin, Windpaw came back from hunting alone with a thrush in his mouth. Blackpaw looked at it apprehensively. "Is that all you could get?" he asked, with a slight air of contempt. Windpaw dropped it in the fresh-kill pile. " Don't say that, at least I tried to find food for the Clan, while all day long you've been moping around here, stuffing your face. When you weren't doing that, you were finding 'worthy' opponents to challenge." Windpaw snapped. His cousin looked insulted. Windpaw muttered his sorry. " I think I shouldn't make such bad enemies..." Blackpaw murmured. He looked at his cousin. "Do you think that i made bad choices in the past?" he asked. Without waiting for a reply, he walked out the camp entrance, confused.
Kin: Cousin; Windpaw
Crush: None
Other: Mentor;(not decided yet)